I guess I’m back over here instead of just on my RP blogs. Sorry if this is confusing for anyone, but if Lucifermuse follows you – that’s just this blog. it was a side blog first and well – tumblr still wont let us change which one is our main so… here we are. 

It was the one thought that kept running through Draco’s mind.
Day.
Night.
Awake.
Asleep.

It didn’t matter what he was doing, the same thought the same faint beautiful image fluttered into his mind, and refused to leave.  

Every time; every time she was about to talk, to introduce herself? To compliment him? He wasn’t sure. But every single time he thought he’d see more into his memory, it would vanish. Like a hand brushing through the cold mist.  

It felt like insanity to be so close – to know he knew her, know his body remembered her but to have not even the faintest inkling of who she was. To not have a name to put to the face that haunted his every waking moment. 

—

It had been three weeks. Three weeks of this hauntingly beautiful woman appearing in his every thought. So close he felt like he could smell the jasmine that he knew came from her shampoo. So close he felt like he could reach out and touch her. Bring her to his chest and kiss the top of her head. So close — and yet. He still didn’t know her name. 

But he felt like it was on the tip of his tongue. Like his mouth knew and wanted to form the name but — was left without a voice, without the ability to physically articulate it. 

Was she his best friend? His girlfriend? One thing was for sure, it was not a family relation. His body reacted in a much to innaproprate way for it to be that. 

She was important to him and some part of him knew he loved her. He just — didn’t have any context.

And he knew if he didn’t get some soon he might just lose his mind 

— 

He had been in a deep sleep, his body basically dead to the world. Theo had tried to wake him but he shooed his best friend off, muttering something about being close.

She was close. 

He could feel it. 

… Or maybe it was just her memory that was close.

She was right there in front of him, clad in a green jumper and nothing else. She was smiling, laughing, and it finally made a bit more sense. The tousled hair, the way she always looked so perfectly happy and flushed. Like she had just been kissed senseless and told something wonderful. 

He had done that to her. Made her look like a radiant angel. Made her smile and laugh — the corners of her eyes. They wrinkled in laughter, but there was something else there too. Had he made her laugh so hard she teared up? 

Draco knew that it was possible. He knew that this woman laughed with her whole body, she didn’t try to hide her emotions and didn’t try to stop them. So when she laughed so hard she cried it made sense. 

That must be what this was. He had brought that level of joy to her. And gods — he wanted to do it again. 

—-

Two months. She still appeared in his dreams, still appeared in the quiet moments when he was left alone with only his thoughts. 

He still wanted to know her. Wanted her name and the memories she took when she vanished from his life. 

Had she gone willingly? Or had she been forced to leave him? That was the new question that haunted him. The one that kept him up all night. The one that had him googling odd things to try and make sense of the slivers of memories he had of this woman. 

So far he had three memories of her:
The first of her laughing in his green jumper.
The second of them cooking breakfast together. It felt so bittersweet. Like something was about to end and they both knew it. But they were determined to make this okay. At least for this day.

The third – the third is what threw him off the most. It felt more like a dream than a memory. Because how else could one explain the floating tea kettle, the dog that turned into a human, and the tabby cat – that he was pretty sure was judging his every move? It was clearly a dream that just felt way too real. 

But that third memory – had led him to make an interesting discovery. The cat, had been sitting on a black metal box. Tail swished angrily as she stared him down. The woman, the one he so wanted to know, was pacing back and forth muttering to — him? To the cat? He wasn’t sure until the black dog walked into the room and shifted from beast to man in two steps. 

The dog - now - man was the one holding the conversation with her. They kept looking over at him. Her with pleading eyes; him with concern. And then – he’d wake up. 

But the box. The box he recognized. It was in his flat somewhere. He knew it. He had a faint inkling of seeing it recently.

So Draco looked. He started on one side of his flat; meticulously moving every item as he hunted. He’d set it to the side, look around for hidden spaces then replace the items. It took most of a day, but he found it. He found it hiding on the back of his bookshelf, behind a copy of The Bourne Identity and Nightrunner.

Draco’s hands itched to touch the box, to open it and see what was inside but he couldn’t get himself to touch it. To actually reach out and place a hand on it.

So there it sat, books pushed to the side, for two whole months. 

— 

The box didn’t have eyes but Draco was having a staring contest with it none the less. He was trying to psych himself up. To actually open the damn box instead of letting it sit there taunting him. But gods was it hard to do. It was like his every instinct was telling him to leave the box where it was. To not touch it. But — he knew that it held the answers he wanted. And damnit did he want those answers. 

He picked up a box, flinching only slightly as the cold metal bit into his skin. The box had clearly not been touched in a while. From the amount of dust he’d say a good four or five months. 

Exactly the same length of time that he had been having these flashes of this woman. 

His stomach fluttered, and he wasn’t sure if it was a good flutter or a bad one. But he knew that whatever was in this box was going to finally give him the answers to his questions. So he bit his lip, maybe a bit harder than he meant to, and flipped the latch with his thumbs. 

Inside the black metal box was a note, handwritten, scrawled in haste. It looked like it had gotten wet and for a split second, he wondered if her shampoo had spilled into the box – Because the scent of jasmine flowers that wafted up and caressed him like a blanket was overwhelming. 

With barely shaking hands he reached in, scooped out the contents, and slipped from a crouching position onto his bottom. His legs crossed in front of him and he sucked in a long breath. Ready to read the letter.

Hermione.

That’s who she was.

Hermione Granger. His love.

The woman he swore up and down he hated all through school and then the woman he swore he’d marry. He had to get back. To her to give her the ring that had been folded into the second letter.

He had to get to his wife.

tokutenshi:

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thundergrace:

My sister, who I live with, thought she couldn’t get the vaccine because she doesn’t have insurance.

We’re not really used to “free”…. spread the word.

It depends where you go too. I tried to sign up at CVS and it said “free with insurance”

In the US they are not allowed to charge an individual for this vaccine. They are allowed to bill your insurance. Whether you have insurance or not, you will not pay anything.

THERE WILL BE A QUESTION ON THE REGISTRATION ABOUT INSURANCE YOU DO NOT NEED TO FILL IT OUT.

When I registered there was a page for insurance information. We were instructed just to put “no insurance” and keep going.

And for people who have covid, many treatments exist to help reduce suffering and critical situations, so long as you know to ask for them. Also care for covid can be very minimal in some states. Check with your state’s insurance providers. It’s as easy as googling how to get treatment for covid if you have been diagnosed.

I called my local pharmacy and they said it is free with insurance and if we don’t have any, our state is supposed to take care of it. They ask you to bring your proof of insurance to your appointment, but again, you don’t need to if you don’t have any. Just bring your ID. Signing up was really easy. I went to the pharmacy website and chose a day and time, then they asked me to just put in name, date of birth, phone number, and email. It’s not difficult and 👏 it’s 👏 FREE 👏

Don’t be scared, it’s not a scam.

notjustanyannie:

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sleepybitchcity-deactivated2022:

mysharona1987:

Hospitals are struggling for nurses right now because people are leaving the profession entirely or leaving for temporary travel contract positions that pay well. They have been treated poorly, underpaid for the work they do, and inadequately protected this year, and they’re done.

My brother in law said they’re advertising for a position in his normal unit, offering twice his salary. But they won’t offer him extra to stay after risking his life working in the COVID unit for months, so he’s out. It’s absolutely insulting, and so many industries are going to have a major reckoning coming up.

My father retired early because they refused to hire just one person to help with the work load. They had to hire 5 people to replace him.

This is a common occurrence amongst his retired coffee group.

One lady was a head nurse that ran two floor at her hospital. They wanted her to take on more work. She agreed to do so oy if they gave her a small raise and hired an assistant for her. They refused so she retired early. They had to replace her with 20 people.

You are NOT replaceable!!! They tell you this to make you complacent to their exploration of you.

Fun fact! This sort of reckoning happened after the Black Plague, also! I’m no historian, (and history side of tumblr, please come in with the accuracy) but I did look into the history of the Black Plague for writing purposes, and in that case, it was because there were so few people left that peasants started agitating for better treatment and fairer wages, and because there were so few people who could do the work they had been doing that they were able to gain better wages and better hours.

Historically, the labour shortage created by pandemics means a heightened bargaining capacity for workers of all sorts - an if there was ever a time to take advantage of knowing history, it’s now. Because the thing is, in these “unprecedented times” there are precedents, and the precedent leans toward workers. During the Black Death, villages emptied, fields were left, and people migrated to find work that paid them better and offered a better way of life.

Wages for lower-class workers rose drastically. In Oxfordshire; a plowman who had earned two shillings per week before the plague could command 10 shillings per week afterward. Pay rates for artisans increased, too. In Paris, wages for masons quadrupled between 1351 and 1355.

This isn’t to say that the elites just let this happen, either. Laws were passed to limit wage increases, and threats were made, but the workers had economic bargaining power on their side. Labour was in such short supply that employers and landlords had to take what they could get. The people held out - and so can (and should!) YOU.

This was the start of peasant revolts, popular rebellions, and - ultimately, more labour protections, political representation for the lower classes, lower taxes, and an end to serfdom. People could afford to own their own land, the feudal system vanished, and eventually, the Renaissance would rise.

In these unprecedented times, there is a precedent, and that precedent is that when workers know their worth, agitate for better and for more, when they hold out and unite, they force the elites to loosen the reigns, giving more power, autonomy, rights, and profits back into the hands of the workers, and with that freedom, society improves.

Know your worth. Know that you have bargaining power. Let’s make this pandemic part of the precedent. <3

👆 “Historically, the labour shortage created by pandemics means a heightened bargaining capacity for workers of all sorts - an if there was ever a time to take advantage of knowing history, it’s now. Because the thing is, in these “unprecedented times” there are precedents, and the precedent leans toward workers. “

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delvinanaris:

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quasi-normalcy:

Pretty impressive that America has been at war for 20 fucking years and yet there have been essentially no anti-war films out of supposedly liberal Hollywood because it’s effectively impossible to make war movies without the consent of the US Military who only want to be depicted with jingoistic favourability.

…and no, “killing your children made our soldiers sad” flicks don’t count

There is actually a Director of Entertainment Media at the Pentagon and the US military will literally read scripts and only support the ones that portray them in a way they approve of. They will provide financial support, allow no-cost use of bases, weapons, military personnel as extras, etc. But they will also literally not cooperate and force rewrites if they don’t like anything. They’re literally controlling how the average person views the military.

Hey, bad news everyone! It goes so far past this.

^^^ this is all 100% but also -

Family members of military personnel are actively discouraged from speaking badly about the military.

The military constantly moves people (we literally call is PCS season), ostensibly so service members can’t form their own little militaries, but it also does a bang-up job of making sure you are always isolated and starting over (with the exception of all the activities the military literally allocates time and man power to running on bases specifically for military families, which obviously are very pro-service.)

If you give the ‘wrong’ statement to the press, you are losing your job. Might take a while, but the Army has all kinds of mechanisms to ruin your life while they wait to kick you out. That’s right. You can be bounced out of the military for having opinions and they will take years to do it in some cases. But you’re still legally obligated to show up to work.

Don’t even get me started on religion in the military. I can’t even count the number of conference calls I have been privy to that started with a Bible verse or a prayer to the Christian god. (PS, there are A LOT of Mormons in the military.)

Adultery is still on the books as a crime for military personnel! Hey, did you have sex with your new beau while waiting for those divorce proceedings to go through? Bad news, if your ex wants to make trouble, they absolutely can! If your boss doesn’t like you, they can open an investigation into when exactly you started ‘cheating’!

So while the people in charge of the military (best example I got are all those asshole admirals in Star Trek) are Very Concerned with maintaining the image of the military, there are a large number of people in the military who joined because they felt like their options were limited (it’s too early for a discussion of capitalism and how desperation drives people to do things they wouldn’t normally otherwise do) and now have literally NO IDEA HOW TO GET OUT.

The military does not prepare you for life outside the military. This is intentional. If you have somewhere else to go, you can leave. The military needs people who don’t have better options, and it maintains control by creating an environment completely unlike any other working environment. The experiences are not translatable to general office atmospheres. It builds arbitrary boundaries and cutoffs. It stresses unhealthy habits (I’ll link it if I find it, but ask me how many people in the Army starve themselves just to ‘make tape’) and deliberately keeps members stressed about their weight, their fitness, their eating habits, their free time, their families, ‘their’ soldiers, their soldiers’ families, etc.

“…does not prepare you for life outside…needs people who don’t have better options…maintains control…builds arbitrary boundaries and cutoffs…deliberately keeps members stressed…”

…Yeah, that’s a cult.

why-i-love-comics:

Represent! #4 - “Believe You” (2021)

written by Nadira Jamerson
art by Brittney Williams & Andrew Dalhouse

bixgirl1:

thebaconsandwichofregret:

by-grace-of-god:

Le Figaro have a newly published photograph from inside Notre Dame shortly before the roof collapsed, as molten lead fell into the nave. (+)

This is what I love about photojournalism. It is just a history of moments where human beings have gone “I know I should really be hauling ass out of here but I have to get a picture of this”

Reblogging for the gorgeous pic and also the commentary that seems a bit like it belongs in an alien documentary about humans and their strange habits.

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hoshi-senshi:

pr1nceshawn:

Nerdy Relationships: Movies VS Real Life.

@asgardian-centaur

@thechainguardian

I was actually worried for a bit when my SO and I started dating, because you’re almost trained to think the left side is gonna happen. And then the right side happens and you’re just like 

Originally posted by adorkablesp1der

This level of happy.  

That’s the most adorable thing in the world

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LOL

We need HOAs or some idiots will paint their house purple or put tractor tires in their front yard.  If you want tractor tires, don’t move to a HOA neighborhood.

I couldn’t even fathom how horrifying it must be to live somewhere there are…purple houses and and yucky stuff in people’s yards. Thank God I don’t have any real problems like that.

listen my Nonna and Nonno live right by a purple house (it’s a nice lilac) and as a kid I was fucking obsessed with it because purple is my favorite color. I’d go nuts whenever we passed by it. Also it had a purple mailbox to match and it blew my mind.

No more HOAs. More purple houses.

imagine trying to control what someone else can do with or on their own property just because you don’t agree with their taste in decor

NO MORE HOAs MORE PURPLE HOUSES

Related, becuase I just had to move:  “just don’t move into an HOA” Do you know what a PAIN IN THE ASS it is to find NON-HOA Housing? Very nearly everything in the CO front range that isn’t a rental has an HOA these days!

Short list of the Shit the HOA at my pervious house tried to pull:

• Banning personal and community food gardens (The reason the tag for my garden is “The garden of earthly HOA violations”)
• Banning people from using thier personal yards as Native Plant Restoration microzones, something that looks gorgeous and is extremely helpful to the local ecology
• trying to get the city council to remove protections on adjacent city Open Space/Native Plant restoration zone so they could mow it.
• mandating the use of ONE landscaping company in the neighborhood, coinicdentally owned by the HOA president’s son
• Mandating the use of an unecessary water purification company on all properties.
• suing city animal control for collecting lose dogs and cats and returning them to the addresses on thier collars.  You know. that thing animal control does so the animals don’t get run over or disemboweled by the coyotes or catch and spread rabies.  The thing that’s illegal to let your pet do out here for those reasons Karen.
• Suing the city council to remove a city bus stop in the neighborhood that was heavily used by many residents.  They damn near got away with it becuase the HOA meetings were always in the middle of the day on a weekday.  You know, when the residents that use that stop are working.
• Sending people letters threatening to fine them for having “Out Of Season” holiday decor.  Specifically targeting my Indian neighbors who were celebrating Diwali, not Christmas and the Jews with visible Menorahs.
• Fining people for doing thier own appliance and car repair on thier own personal property
• Fining people for operating a business out of thier house, specifically targeting a disabled neighbor that does comission tailoring and garment repair out of her home.  never bothered a soul except the one snoopy bitch who didn’t like that her clients were allowed to park in the tailor’s designated and otherwise unused parking space.
• Trying to fine a neighbor for flying a Pride Flag

HOAs are invasive, bigoted, corrupt and cruel institutions that should never have been allowed to be created.  If you live in and HOA area, showing up at the meetings to tell people what the fuck is wrong with them, Joining your HOA board to protect your neighbors and possibly organize the dissolution of the HOA is one of the best things you can do to protect the marginalized members of your community.

FUCK HOAs AND LONG LIVE THE PURPLE HOUSES AND TRACTOR-TIRE GARDENS OF THE WORLD.

Are y'all telling me this shit is actually LEGAL?

Here’s how to get an HOA to leave you and your purple house tf alone

cant stop thinking about this post. 😔

direct action

I swear to god if i want to stick a giant wizard tower on my house and the county OKs it my neighbors the Humphboltfreyersons cannot stop me. God themselves cannot stop me.