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More about long COVID by a young person with long COVID. Inspired by the stories of hundreds of COVID long-haulers.

A sequel to this comic on my long COVID symptoms.

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dragged myself kicking and screaming out of this art block with a big friendly ‘fuck you’ to canon

“By some magic, all the flowers in London bloomed at once on the 3rd of March that year.”

(aka ‘i love helga pataki and her heart picture from hey arnold! and i had to give draco a weird harry potter love locket’)

“I didn’t even say anything?!?!?..”

tfw u gotta work with ur childhood rival lmao. Auror Harry and Unspeakable Draco~

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a day in the potter-malfoy kitchen.

pansy: *shoves draco* pansy: goodness, draco, how clumsy of you! blaise: everyone say “hi snapchat” draco, from the floor: fuck you both

closeups of a huge drawing i’ve been working on the past few days. i just wanted to draw them in fun outfits lol

full version + coloring page will be available on my patreon

★ Instagram ★ Ko-fi ★ Patreon ★ Commission Info ★ {please do not repost / reblogs are welcome!}

hi! if you’re still taking requests may i ask for draco laying his head down on harry’s lap and harry is just stroking draco’s hair

more cuddles and sweaters >:)c

This footage of Elmo after messing up a take on Sesame Street is peak relatable

a gift for @quicksilvermaid​ commissioned by @drarryruinedme7 who requested a scene from quicksilver’s fic Who we are in the shadows​

ft. werewolf Harry and a Draco who is using every ounce of his being to not let his eyes drift over to his right

I brought you a fairy tale about a warm autumn evening, about speed and adrenaline, about luck and the glitter of the golden snitch. Not in every fight the winner is the one on top =)

Another commission for @dorthyanndrarry !!! Again, they gave me free reign, so I decided to make this comic based on an hilarious scene of their fic “The Liars Department” [Tumblr // Ao3 // Wattpad]. 

I love this Narcissa so much 😚💕💕💕

Hermione smugly presenting the findings of the international symposium that declared Pluto not a planet as final proof that astrology is made up.

But it turns out that’s what’s been throwing off everyone’s readings so a lot of divination quickly starts becoming more refined and accurate when they take that into account.

Hermione is hailed as a divination savant and that’s what she’s most known in the history books for.

I've been working non stop for the past month...so I kind of stolen this prompt from Pinterest

If you guys have any ideas for the comics I would love to listen

Title: Coffee, Quidditch, Kisses

Artist: anokaba

Characters: Harry/Draco

A/N: Morning quidditch practice interrupted for some coffee and kisses.

They were both slightly drunk, then, on Christmas Eve. It was Neville who threw the party. Malfoy’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes a bright glint in the dark. They had stood on the balcony, which faced north, and the chilly wind bit their faces numb. Harry’s cheeks burned from the cold and the liquor both. It was at once pleasant and confusing.

“No, no. Not the new year’s resolutions.” Malfoy made a face. He was more pliant when he was tipsy, more expressive. “How old. How boring.”

“Well. What’s not old, then?”

“Hmmmmmm.” Malfoy swayed slightly, took a long sip of his champagne. Posh git. “Ah! Let’s play Truth.”

“That is old!”

“I’ll start. How was it, the twenty-fourth year the savior hath graced this world?”

“Lonely,” Harry said. The word simply tumbled out, and only then did he feel the syllables echo through his empty ribcage, resounding through his body. He shivered. “It was lonely.”

Malfoy stared at him. Harry took a quick sip of his beer and hid his face in his scarf.

“I’m lonely, too.”

“’s not what I said,” Harry mumbled.

“Do you want to be lonely together?”

Harry lifted his gaze and stared at Malfoy. Malfoy stared back, his eyes huge and serious. They caught the glimpses of light from underneath, a midnight London. They caught Harry’s reflection.

“Why not,” Harry said.

*

Harry was trying to get the newt to stay on the Christmas tree when Malfoy came, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kissed him on the mouth. He tasted like mulled wine, like cinnamon and star anise, sweet with the bitter tang of orange.

Malfoy pulled away, his arms still around Harry’s waist. He was smiling.

“Happy first-year anniversary,” he said, teasing, “of being lonely together.”

Harry’s smile faltered. It was a jest, he knew. But he wasn’t lonely anymore. He hadn’t been lonely in such a long while, in fact, that he barely remembered what it felt like. All that happened when he thought of Malfoy was a flooding warmth in his chest, brimming and overflowing, and an urge to fight the smile. As though he was afloat.

“Are you?” he asked, voice light. “Lonely, still?”

Malfoy’s face softened.

“No,” he said. “I’m happy.” Then, colors creeping into his cheeks, “And in love.”

Oh.

“Good,” Harry said. “Good. Let’s do that, then.”

“Be happy?”

“And in love.” Harry’s cheeks burned. “Together. Let’s do that together.”

“Oh.” Malfoy smiled, oddly shy. He had flushed furiously down his neck. He looked pretty like that. “Okay.”

“You make me happy, Malfoy.”

Malfoy kissed his chin. “I love you, too.”

Can I propose to you a new Harry Potter? One raised by Sirius and Remus, one who shared his father’s Indian heritage, who wears leather jackets and denim over hoodies, who shops second hand and uses magic or just old fashioned dyes, paints and a needle to make them new again, who has long curly hair and pins it up with his wand like is godfather, who can do magic without his wand with Hermione’s help long before deathly hallows, who bonds with Hermione over the sheer amount of hair care products they have weighing down their luggage, who makes friendship braclets with Luna and they start a band together as they bond over punk shit. One who isn’t afraid of Draco but instead spends a lot of time trying to help him. Whose little brother Teddy was born through a surrogate in the order, and every time Harry comes home on holiday he brings the kid some new punk CD or candy or some prank stuff from the weasley’s joke shop. Who probably gave himself a lightening bolt stick and poke after his scar faded to go along with the one of the two deer he gave himself in second year. He probably also gave Ron a stick and poke too, and a few other members of gryffindor tower. Neville probably has a phoebe buffay tattoo from that time.

Me: I like Malfoys. Draco is a pretty complex character. I think Narcissa is pretty powerful and Scorpius is such a cool character.

Lucius: Ah thank you-

Me:

Harry: Didn't you hate as a child when they sent you to bed without dinner?

Ron: What? No? I always had dinner

Harry: Even when you did something wrong?

Ron: Yes...

Draco: Harry doesn't know how normal families work. His aunt and uncle even hugged their son in public! Imagine that! The embarrassment!

Ron:... Okay. You two are my sons now

I just watched this amazing german/swiss movie about two soccer players falling in love, called ‘Mario’ (it’s on Netflix and amazon video) and it’s honestly one of the best told love stories I’ve ever seen. It’s tender, intimate, slow and the chemistry between the two actors is shattering. Go watch it!

And I couldn’t help myself but to take some frames and drarry them.

(first day as a barista)

draco : here’s your coffee

harry : thanks. can i get a little spoon too?

draco : sure

draco, sits on harry’s lap and nuzzles into him : here you go

Well he’s not my type but he’ll do.

The Brightest Witch of Her Age.

daniel radcliffe calling out j.k. rowling on her bullshit is big dick energy

a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay

just shut up, Jk Rowling

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harry potter and hermione granger picking flowers in the summer

(based on a photo that I lost, sorry)

You’re in a Zoom meeting, Harry

Pansy: Okay, I think I know how I can find out whether Hermione likes me or not. We’re going to a New Year’s Eve party, right? So at midnight, I can kiss her. And if she kisses me back, great! You know? But if she says “Pansy, what the hell are you doing?”, I can say “It wasn’t me, it was New Years!”

Draco: Well, that’s a lot better than Harry trying to kiss me back in Hogwarts, and saying that he did it because he needed chapstick

Harry: ...

Harry: It was a dry day

that’s friendship, babes! x/x