victims of the 90’s
Harry, unsuccessfully trying to reassure himself and Ginny after that article.
Round twelve-year old glasses are cool! Right? RIGHT?!
you just don’t plan for something like this
this is the best thing to happen (x)
'You could've taken anyone!’ said Ron in disbelief over dinner. ‘Anyone! And you chose Loony Lovegood?’
'Don't call her that, Ron,' snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. 'I'm really glad you're taking her, Harry, she's so excited.'
color palette project: ginny + 1 and harry + 13
tiny ginny weasley, growing up with six brothers, deathly afraid of being branded “girly”, because “girly” from the sneering mouths of fred and george meant weak, inadequate, pathetic
ginny weasley at eight years old, sick of her hair flowing down to her bottom, sick of tying it into plaits and pigtails, grabbing a pair of scissors and chopping it all off with messy hacks - then molly was gasping, snatching the scissors from her grasp, yelling at her and mourning her “beautiful, beautiful” hair
ginny weasley at twelve years old, fresh from the horrors of her first year and accepting her dorm-mate’s mascara. after everything that happened, she’s trying to make friends, and her dorm-mates are trying too. so she takes the mascara wand and, for the first time, applies it. it’s clumpy and uneven but her dorm-mates help her perfect it - it’s girly and feminine and against everything she’s ever stood for, against the reputation she had built at the burrow, but she kind of likes the dark weight on her eyelashes
ginny weasley slowly recognising and destroying her internalised misogyny as she progresses through hogwarts - ginny weasley embracing makeup and quidditch in equal measures, ginny weasley burping the alphabet and squeezing into the tiniest of skirts, ginny weasley being stark and cold and fearsome as well as giggly and sweet and flirty. ginny weasley standing up for the tomboys of hogwarts as well as the girliest of girls. don’t fuck with girl-power ginny weasley or you’ll be bat-bogey hexed into next week.
so I logged on a few hours ago only to see my desktop literally EXPLODED. not surprising that the source was the amazing and talented burdge.
and while I know she didn’t reblog with the intention, she has the boon. so this is a quick thank you sketch to burdge for having such an enormous following and through osmosis they destroyed my dashboard.
I couldn’t decide if Harry and Ginny would be the best thanks because in the past we’ve shared the feels over them, so…they’re cosplaying another amazing duo.
mostly, thanks for just being a rad, burdge! :)
I JUST GASPED (and then promptly choked on my food, but i digress)
lisa, i’m so so so so SO happy!! and surprised!!??? i just really wanted to get your print shop some attention, because i’ve been a major fan of your drawings since the beginning of time. and i know what it’s like to try and get business flowing with artwork (a struggle honestly). you deserve all the positive attention and more! <3
also, i’m DEAD and this drawing killed me. thank you a million times!! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )
this is how i waste valuable time
remember when bludgers kept hitting Harry because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Ginny?
well i ran it through an AU. and all because some anon messaged me about girl!Harry and boy!Ginny.
this 12 year old describes a girl as “glowing like the setting sun” when she blushes and people wonder why they ended up married [x]
all of me, honestly, is dedicated to hold you
i’ll be sketching harry and ginny til i die of old age
I KNEW IT i freaking KNEW it wasn’t just my imagination that these dweebs shared a lot of dumb private jokes i kneeeeewwww iiiiiiiiit
(here’s the link to that text post!)
"I’m cold." Harry glanced down at her words, but Ginny was already moving, stepping around him. "Make room."
"Wh-" Before he could protest, Ginny’s arms had wrapped around his middle, and her hands had slid into the pockets of his jacket, joining his own. He exhaled sharply, his breath misting in front of him.
"Should’ve been more prepared for the weather," he told her cheekily, his fingers curling around her (much colder) hands. Harry felt her cheek press between his shoulder blades as she mumbled in reply.
"It’s supposed to be Spring by now."