#this probably is a shitty birthday gift lol

[navyhyuck]

sweet thing — 1k words, choi yeonjun

warnings: explicit marijuana usage, shotgunning (..again), some kissing, frat president! boyfriend! stoner!yeonjun, a true and very accurate portrayal of what frat boys really want (a girlfriend lol), probably unrealistic infatuation and slightly possessive/jealous behavior, college party culture, frat boys!txt

a/n: if anyone was wondering, yes, i would be so down to have a stoner bf. not that i’m encouraging smoking of any sort, including weed, so don’t do drugs <3 and yes, i have a teeny tiny little fantasy about how it’d be like to date a frat boy, don’t ask. also… never underestimate the power of yawnzzn, he knows exactly what he’s doing. moral of the story: find yourself a sweet, real nice person that is obsessed with you!! don’t settle for less babes :]

you know what they say: good, sweet boyfriends always get their girl high before they’ve even taken a hit.

yeonjun is no different, a selfless soul, truly, the kind of addict that keeps pre-rolled joints stored in all sorts of places, always making sure you’re satisfied before he’s even begun. you don’t need much either, considering he’s the more experienced one, perching you on his lap and watching your lips wrap around his joint, smiling when he hears a light hum leave your chest. ah, yes, he treats his girl so well.

even when he’s the president of his frat, constantly hurdled with duties here and there: rush week, pledging, community service, partying—he’ll always make time in his busy schedule to see you. even if it means sitting on the bed of his trashed bedroom, fastening his arms around your waist, only getting high from the smoke you give him. really, he couldn’t ask for anything more.

his favorite part is when you surprise him at his parties, not always your favorite setting, dressed up so perfectly to him (baggy jeans and a t-shirt, a real turn on), sending your boyfriend the most stunning smile when you see him. his brothers scoff at the sight of you, namely the insufferable external vice president beomgyu (who still hasn’t satiated his deep desire to find a girlfriend), strutting away with such a sway that it makes you giggle. 

“hi sweetheart,” yeonjun’s dripping honey already, pulling you to sit on his lap, pressing his fingertips carefully against your arm. he’s far gone, you realize, from the way he’s absolutely dazed, licking his lips slowly from the dryness, trailing his eyes on yours lazily. “i’m so glad you came.”

“mhm, i know,” you’re running a hand through his hair, the dusted pink color slowly growing to your liking. he leans into your touch, closing his hand around your wrist and sniffing. he’s exhaling loudly, eyes closed and head rocking back, one would think he’s getting off to the smell of you, as if you’d worn that mythical pheromone perfume he gifted you on your birthday. “you fucking pervert…”

“you smell good,” is all he mutters, letting you massage his scalp, chuckling when you curse at him again. a few seconds pass in the quiet bliss before he’s coming back to his senses, sitting up so fast you nearly topple off of him. “fuck, y/n, you’re sober.” it makes him frown slightly; of course, he can’t let you stay like that.

there’s nothing more attractive to him than the way you look when you’re taking hits—a little goes a long way—leaning back against him, eyelashes fluttering as the smoke bellows around you. he’s so pliant, patient with you as he doesn’t even let you hold the joint, exhaling smoke into your mouth every so often to see your crazed smile. the way your lips ghost past his, teasing in an attempt to be coy, oh, it makes him a mad man.

and it comes to a particular point in the night when you’re all giggly once again, laughing sweetly at the incredibly shitty jokes internal vice president soobin is making, making small talk with treasurer taehyun, even thanking (god forbid) secretary kai when he hands you a water bottle, and yeonjun’s locked a permanent arm around your waist. shit–his eyes are darting around, an incredulous look on his face–do all his brothers want to fuck his girl?

“don’t be ridiculous,” you mutter as your boyfriend whispers liquid jealousy, nodding your head as kai rambles on about how his president had him cleaning toilets for days. the one thing you ever hear from yeonjun’s brothers are complaints, of course, on how he runs this excuse of a fraternity. he’s now giving death glares to any man that comes within a ten foot radius of you, snapping at them to leave you alone, pressing you closer to him with every passing moment.

oh, of course, now he’s gotten possessive.

“my girl,” he’s sighing, lighting yet another joint to place against your lips, watching you relish in the feeling. his heart swells, nearly bursts from the way you laugh breathlessly, kissing at the very corner of his lips, pulling away when he chases after you. white smoke blurs his vision, but he’s still staring. “c’mere princess, share with me.”

you do, parting your boyfriend’s lips with your hand, looking directly into his eyes–pupils blown to the max, shaking–and exhaling. he can’t help but press his mouth against yours, trapping the smoke, grasping at the fabric of your shirt, searching for a nothingness to bring you impossibly closer. you’re caught off-guard, however, gripping his shoulders to keep him in place, kissing him back hesitantly. still in a public setting, you know, you can feel his brothers’ eyes starting to prickle at your back.

you’re so lucky he’s the president, you’re thinking with your eyes screwed shut, tongue pressing against yeonjun’s, waiting patiently for the high to hit. when it does, you can tell, the way his lips messily move against yours, kissing so loudly you know it’s indecent; after all, you hate pda when you’re sober, yet your brain’s fuzzy now, leaving you with quiet giggles bubbling in your chest. it’s so funny to you, suddenly, even when you’re curled up on your boyfriend’s lap, lazily inhaling as he presses the joint to your lips once again, grinning as you let him have a taste too.

and in all of that, when his lips leave a ghost trail on your neck, as your head floats far above the clouds, there’s nothing better he can think of. you’re the best thing he’s ever had, no denying that. even the faint crash of an empty vodka bottle doesn’t catch his attention, nor the yelling voice of the external vice president, the complaints and whines and one-sided argument, it’s all his imagination at this rate.

“–and fuck you, yeonjun, stop fucking your girl on our goddamn couch!”

#yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun x reader #txt x reader #txt x y/n #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun suggestive #yeonjun scenarios #txt fluff #txt suggestive #txt scenarios #girl if anyone ever quotes me on this...i'm done for #also i'm fucking lying no one says that.

[padfootastic]

please say more about jilypad + diverging parenting styles... perhaps even a possible scenario >:) i imagine harry has very cunning tactics for using this to his advantage

helloooooo <3 thank u for this ask bc i love talking about these three and harry. i went looking thru the archives to find this post; my first foray into this side, and really, i’ve never looked back after that.

so i’ve talked ab this a bit before but i fully think that james was a very overprotective ‘mother hen’ type parent. i tend to read his behaviour in lily’s bday letter to sirius as being scared of his child on a broomstick and i fully, fully think he’ll never be able to let go of that as harry grows up. he’ll be anxious and suspicious and paranoid, and his first instant will always be to wrap harry up in cotton wool and hide him away. (i low-key connect this to his childhood as well; going from being spoiled and sheltered to dropped in the middle of a war, black & white thinking, living in extremes etc etc makes it v hard for him to be Normal about his child. as he shouldn’t be, really, but yeah) that’s why he thrives during the initial years; he never minds the hard parts of being a new parent, loves it in fact, and it makes it better that he can keep harry close to him at all times w/o coming off as a helicopter parent (not that the notion bothers him ofc).

it’s good, then, that he has two partners to even the scales, no? i think lily was the most…balanced out of the three. she had a relatively normal childhood, grew up in a working class family/neighbourhood and had to deal w adversity from a young age so she’s developed a nice, thick skin. she also has a sibling with whom she has a v rocky relationship so she knows that kids are, ykno, a bit unhinged. and a little bit of hardship is not a problem. i hc her as needing time to get used to parenthood, unlike james who stepped into it natural as breathing, or even sirius who loved harry on much on first sight that it made up for everything else. ofc lily loved her son, but it didn’t come w the same blinding intensity of her partners and made her feel really shitty in the beginning. but, i think she’d shine during his teen years actually, because she’s not overbearing or intense and becomes the quiet, calm strength that a hormonal, spotty teen boy would probably need.

and sirius <3 our poor baby falls in love with harry, perhaps even more quickly than james, with such startling speed that it shakes his entire foundation. he doesn’t regret it but he’s constantly discombobulated. i also imagine that…it takes him longer to settle into the role of parent, esp bc he’s not biologically one ykno? not like it matters to anyone, ofc, but it takes him a long time to truly accept his authority and place, to believe that he has just as much right as j&l to be there, to parent harry. this has the consequence of him always being more indulgent than the other two; after all, he considered himself a godfather before a parent and a lot of that thinking stayed. he lets harry get away with stuff the others might not (and the little mf figures this out later); some of it also comes from sirius seeing so much shit, and facing so much shit himself, that he rationalises a lot of stuff as ‘well, this isn’t the worst it can be, so what’s the harm’ (because his life has been such a roller coaster that he’s forgotten that not everyone’s like that, if that makes sense?)

its obviously not this clear cut but i imagine harry looks at it like this: if he needs unconditional love, he goes to james; rationality and logic, lily; acceptance and calm, sirius. when someone has to be beat up for hurting harry, james steps in. if he needs help burying a body, it’s sirius. dealing with some asshole boss/teacher/classmate’s mother who’s making harry’s life hell? lily. i can keep going but,,,u get the idea, right? this makes sense, i hope lol

i actually think harry’s first birthday is a great example. sirius pushes the boundaries by gifting lil harry a broom; james loses his mind running after him; lily places an industrial sticking charm on harry’s butt, leans back with a glass of wine, and enjoys the show. even as he grows up, lily and james act as the disciplinarian, and sirius is the emotional outlet. all of them fill in each other’s cracks so well, and it’s only when harry grows up that he realises how effortlessly they worked off each other to parent him.

also oh man o man. harry being cunning is,,,,,see, i’ve not considered it this far but it makes perfect sense. i think canon harry actually had so much manipulative energy and it’s often overlooked for his goofier traits but! this is the same dude who used his dead parents to trick slughorn into revealing sensitive info! imagine if that could be channelled into his jilypad interactions 😈

it’s like, it takes him a bit, because his three parents r so smooth, but once he realises that all of them have certain weak spots, he does NOT hesitate to exploit them. (it has the unintended consequence of truly strengthening the jilypad relationship into an unbreakable one bc one thing their kid taught them is to have ironclad communication going at all times so nothing they’ve said, or not said, is used against them). so like, he knows if he wants to sneak out to a party, it has to be sirius and in a specific way—‘i’ll be totally safe, papa, plus i really wanna see what it’s like and idk when it’ll get a chance to again’. if he widens his eyes to pitiful levels, pouts a little, and blinks faster than usual, then james is putty in his arms as long as he’s separated from the other two. divide and conquer becomes the main tool in harry’s arsenal, actually. lily’s the toughest nut to crack, purely bc she doesn’t run on emotions or irreverence, but harry soon learns that if he comes up with a solid, logical case that proves his argument has unbiased merit then he has a good chance of getting her to say yes. (this is good, bc u can arrange words in the correct order, but u can’t always control emotions)

so overall yeah, you’d think one kid + 3 parents would be an easy bet, but harry keeps them on their toes all the fkn time.

#sirius black #james potter #lily evans #jilypad #harry potter #i knew before i even started this that it would be ridiculously long lmao #i just cannot bring myself to shut up #wrt lily and harry’s baby years #i feel v v strongly ab motherhood not coming naturally to her #and becoming a very sore point for her. bc she sees james and sirius and she keeps blaming herself for being an unfeeling robot #when she’s not. she just thinks more logically than them and doesn’t feel as strongly. that doesn’t make her a bad mother #and no matter what j & s say a small part of always thinks like that. until the teen years. and suddenly the dynamics r reversed #bruh i think i need help it’s not even funny how not hinged i am for this trio lmao #there also! padfoot! #a while ago i wrote a lil thing. but i fully believe that whenever harry was emotionally distraught he’d actually go to padfoot #bc he needed someone to just. sit. and be there. while he’s processed emotions #and lily would be too ruthlessly logical and james would be fretting and trying to fix it and sirius would panic. just a little. #but padfoot is a warm comforting weight agains this side and he just lets him be. it’s grounding. #so harry always. without fail. does that #it’s actually 3.5 parents lmao #i do wonder what their parenting fights would about if any. hmmmm. my glasses are too rose tinted for me to consider it #a thought for another day #anyway. hope this endless rambling made sense! and that u liked it! #would love to hear ur thoughts too <3 #pen’s notes #pen’s asks

[saevus-brutalis]

last art this year

was supposed to be for pride month but— ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒.

some lore surrounding these two that is too long overdue but 🤷‍♂️

not as detailed and rambly as i’d like it to be, but i’m really burned out and i’m trying to get back to it🧍‍♂️

nevermind it’s pretty rambly lol

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all the way back in 2038 Vincent and Ray, after dating for around two years, agreed to leave California together on august 21st — Ragan’s birthday; it was supposed to be his birthday gift of sorts, a start of a new chapter, new life;

buuut Vince, being a little shit teenager, got cold feet (in Ray’s eyes, Vince always justified that as being rational) and ditched him last minute, not showing up in their agreed spot, making Ragan leave on his own after hours of waiting.

this caused Ray to despite his own birthdate, it always reminding him of the heartbreak and betrayal. 🧍‍♂️

Vincent has felt guilty ever since, but firmly believed it was the right choice. he was never fit to live a nomadic lifestyle at such a young age.

four decades later their paths cross again and a long healing journey ensues.

so now this date is pretty bittersweet to both of them 🧍‍♂️ but it gets better overtime

basically right person, wrong time

although i think if they did ran away together then, it wouldn’t have ended good at all 🤷‍♂️ with Vince still being pretty immature emotionally, still struggling with some inner personal things (family stuff, internalized homophobia, etc.) and not familiar with the nomadic culture and ways of living. they’d probably get in bad fights more and more as the time would go on, and eventually split. Vince would’ve decided to go back to Night City probably (if he ever would make it back) and they’d never end up back together has they met in the future.

their separation allowed them to grow and mature on their own, in their own familiar environments, experience different things, and after they met again, after all those years, they put their feelings and mutual attraction to the test

and it turned out they still want each other even with all the imperfections 🧍‍♂️(i’m not crying you are) they could lie all they want but their brain chemistry couldn’t. Vincent never loved someone they way he loved Ragan, and Ray never quite felt the same way with anyone else like he felt with Vince. there was always something missing, something not quite right. and while they could tell each other they’re looking for something too far out of their reach, that they’re looking for a too perfect partner, in reality they always just wanted each other 🧍‍♂️

they still have a lot to work on together in their relationship, but now that they’re too old for teenage fights and too tired for heartbreaks, they make compromises and their fights make their bond and their understanding of one another stronger 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

like we acknowledge that Vince did a shitty thing by ghosting Ray, going no contact and being a puss, too scared to man up, and tell him face to face ‘hey i can’t go, this type of thing ain’t for me’. he didn’t want to acknowledge that, saying that out loud, or even in his mind, would make that real and that scared him. he was definitely a teen who’d rather avoid doing something he wasn’t comfortable with to not experience the uncomfortable feelings altogether. the avoidant type we all know and love 🧍‍♂️

and yet Ray still chose to love him 🧍‍♂️ he’s definitely like ‘this man’s trash but he’s *my* trash’. Vince gets better eventually after Ray finally gets through his thick ass skull.

but also i’m not gonna sit here and say Ragan fixed Vince coz that wasn’t the case 🤷‍♂️ this is not a ‘i’m gonna fix him’ type of situation. Ragan wasn’t and isn’t perfect either, his perspective was kinda askew as well; can’t quite describe it as i haven’t psychoanalyzed him as much as Vincent but they’re both flawed, make mistakes left and right and learn from that (sooner or later) like human beings 🧍‍♂️

but in the end they’re just old men in love

#lore alert 🗣️ lore alert 🗣️ #you know i had to sprinkle some angst into their relationship #they heal i promise #i play with them like barbie dolls #they get a happy ending i swear #vince gets to spend holidays and new years in italy with ray’s family #and they eventually leave california to go live on a ranch somewhere remote #lore: ragan #lore: vincent e. vahn #oc: vincent elijah vahn #oc: ragan ray vanzetti #saevus-brutalis art #saevus brutalis #saevus brutalis art #brut art #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 oc #cyberpunk oc #male v #cyberpunk 2077 male v #cyberpunk v

[glitchy-npc]

🚴‍♂️ 🎁

For both of them please!

🚴 — riding a bike

Tegan can ride a bike but prefeed his skateboard for getting around in the Sidestep days. Has probably gone mountain biking with Ortega, but I can almost guarantee at least one of them got hurt trying to impress the other.

Ferris hates biking due to her bad knees, its less painful to just walk. She'd get on a tandem bike with someone if she didn't have to do any work lol. She thinks beach cruisers are cute.

🎁 — giving presents to others

Tegan's kind of a shitty gift giver. He's awkward about receiving gifts so he's weird about giving them too. Most frequent thing he gifts is his time, and that's a big one to him.

Ferris is an excellent gift giver, she picks up things for people she likes even if its no where near a holiday/birthday. She has lots of cute wrapping paper and bags too.

thanks for the ask!

#tegan wells #ferris park #ask game

[stinkybreath]

thoughts about Succession characters as parahumans

(finally, a post I am qualified to make and not just have the impotent idea for)

Ignoring the fact that they’d all be Cauldron capes wait actually NOT ignoring that bc there are such delicious ways this could shake out wrt Logan and the siblings and I’ll probably ponder about that

First. Logan would be a natural trigger striker. Something touch-based and difficult to control; think of the marks on his back for trigger event (pretend that it doesn’t matter that this would have been prior to the arrival of Scion lol). And the guilt over Rose complicating his feelings about a blaster power… his touch becoming undeniably deadly, which in turn reinforces how scared the siblings are of him and ALSO makes them crave his affection even more because he would have been even more sparing with it… and he’s so volatile that a power that requires rigorous self-control would be just chefs kiss perfect irony for him.

I don’t think Ewan triggers. I think Caroline spitefully gives millions to some anti-parahuman causes post divorce.

As soon as he gets rich and influential enough to know you can buy powers, his mind is on his empire, his descendants. He makes an offhand, absentminded promise to Connor to buy him a vial when he’s “old enough” that he immediately forgets and Con never forgets.

It would be funny to say Con gets a stranger power, but I don’t think he triggers despite everything he goes through. I do think Shiv gets a stranger power, though. From a vial, yes, but the misogynist dismissal from everyone around her no doubt influences her frame of mind when she takes it. I think she buys the vial “with her own money” to preempt whatever way Logan might make his offer hard to swallow. Undecided on the power specifics (chime in if you like. On any of this!)

Kendall is what got me to make this post in the first place. I was rotating him and his water motif in my mind and it struck me that ah, we could make this cruel in a parahumans way. Again, power from a vial. Gifted to him by Logan on his 18th birthday, the heir comes of age, so every time Ken gets any significant benefit using his power, he knows it wouldn’t have happened without his father. My first few ideas were too jokey or literal so what I’ve decided on is that he’s a shaker, the ability to project an aura that intensifies the feelings of anyone near him and also a very lightly toxic miasma. You’ll notice these are kind of weak and shitty and that’s because that’s exactly how it should go down for my number one boy. He feels guilty for being so ungrateful or useless with his shitty powers but he knows that there are thousands of parahumans out there with better ones. The aura can really help him in the boardroom but it can also screw him over and he is not good at predicting which way it leans. He can turn the aura on and off but the miasma is involuntary and so makes him a bad candidate when it comes to promotion time whenever Logan dangles that carrot in front of him.

Roman is the only sibling who triggers naturally. It happens when he’s a preteen and he gets in a bad fight at school, something bad enough it should’ve killed him. He gets a changer power, which resonates with how uncomfortable he is in his own skin. First idea that came to me is that in reaction to blows, his body creates new temporary orifices to absorb/avoid the damage. The way this interacts w his discomfort around sex and simultaneous neediness, not to mention his sexual identity, would be fascinating.

#I AM ROTATING ALL OF THEM SO FAST. #parahumans #wildbow #succession

[lloydfrontera]

this hellsite can't stop me anyway in the switched protagonist au lloyd and damian are an absolute menace together they enable each other's most asshole-y traits and the levels of sass in the room grows exponentially for every minute they spend together.

they'll be going about their day and randomly start arguing about damian's pay completely unrelated to anything they're doing. full on haggling and negotiating "twenty-five percent and a week of vacation" "five percent and an extra weekend" "twenty percent and five days" "ten percent and three days but you don't mention my birthday for two months" "fifteen, four days and one month" "deal" lloyd does joke damian is the reason they'll fall in debt again. damian argues they wouldn't get nearly as much work done without him. lloyd can appreciate the commitment to getting fair pay even if it does put somewhat of a strain in his pocket. and damian does admire that lloyd never delays payments and he doesn't even has to ask for bonuses or hazard pay because lloyd just,,, gives them all of that (<- this is canon and no i am not mad the webcomic doesn't comment on it the way it should what are you talking about-)

also! they're sooooo good at squeezing shitty rich people out of their money. lloyd will draft the most ridiculous contract he can get away with and damian will loom ominously in the background until it's signed and then they high-five the moment they're out of the room not a single word needed between them.

plus the moment they see a monster and lloyd suggests running away damian agrees immediately, picks him up and fucking books it out of there. they are not in it for the heroics thank you very much. there would need to be a completely different reason for them to defeat the monsters and involve themselves in the drama cause they're both very much in favor of just. running lol

as for javier dealing with the fact that he can no longer protect rakiel the way he's supposed to because he has a demon king inside of him just itching to possess him and making hm as weak as possible in order to make him his vessel,,,, the mental issues would be delightful.

he would hate it with a passion, javier already has a big tendency to berate himself any time he's not strong enough to defeat whatever is threatening lloyd all by himself, so imagine the self-loath that would ensue if not only were he incapable of protecting rakiel but if he was the danger itself.

and then having rakiel push himself to exhaustion to keep him alive once acheros figures that if he can't put him in external danger than he can just make his own body attack him?? he'd be devastated. he'd feel ashamed and angry at himself for turning into a burden to rakiel, he'd try to brute force his way out of being ill only to crash and burn much the same way damian did when he tried to do the same.

javier is very much a 'gifted kid'. everything sorta comes easy to him, he never had to struggle too much to be good at things, not that he didn't apply himself or that he didn't put any effort, but he never encountered something he truly struggled with or couldn't simply surpass on his own. so when he's attacked by something he can't defend himself against, something that is so out of his league he wouldn't even have any idea of how to start defeating, he'd take it pretty darn hard.

i can see him trying to be more hands on while helping rakiel tho, like be it while he's trying to make the medicine for him or just in general around the clinic. like remember when lloyd told him to grow onions during the wetlands arc? and he ended up enjoying it?? he's just,,, a softie under the cool and badass exterior. so i think he would genuinely enjoy helping around in the clinic, he'd probably take an interest in learning some basic first aid or simple treatments. he likes helping people! he'd enjoy knowing how to bring some relief and heal instead of just fighting. and rakiel would be all over it because 1) free help and 2) hopefully if he keeps javier in the clinic they will avoid life-threatening danger that brings acheros out (doesn't work but it was worth the try)

oh my god now i am actually cooing a little over rakiel treating a patient only to look up and get startled by how close javier is leaning in to see, curious to watch the way rakiel heals his patients. and then when rakiel gently asks him if he wants to learn, he'd hesitate a little, worried that his hands, rough and callused from all the fighting he did in the gladiator arena, would harm more than help, but after some more gentle coaxing and a bit of teasing he accepts. and while he never quite becomes a nurse or attendant he's more than proficient at helping rakiel whenever they need some hands or when rakiel asks him to

i dunnot! the thought of javier being allowed to do more than just fight the way he was destined to makes me happy :]

#i talk a lot <3 #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #damian cayenne #rakiel magentano #switched protagonists au #hey i got an ask #<- adding that tag because this was inspired by an ask TUMBLR ATE AND I'M STILL SAD ABOUT IT :(((( #but i actually ended up writing more than i had in the original reply so. ha. you cannot stop me in any way that matters you broken hellsit #javier asrahan #crown prince sells medicine #cpsm

[cryptid-moose]

tattoo hcs for psych characters

Shawn: - Has a shitty, partially faded stick n poke tattoo of a pineapple on his ankle he did when he was 18 or 19 and couldn't afford to get a professional one done - He also has his mom's birthday tattooed on his wrist (professionally done this time), first line in roman numerals, the second in regular english numbers. Having that little reminder of his mom helps him during times when his mental health gets really bad. - Sometime after Henry gets shot Shawn considers getting his dads bday on his other wrist, idk if he went through with it or not tho.

Gus: - Gus doesn't have tattoos cause if his mother were to ever find out it would break her christian heart....and also she'd probably murder him lol /nsrs - He almost got a tattoo when he was drunk, but he bailed out at the last second. This actually happens quite often. - If he did end up getting a tattoo I'd like to imagine it'd be something space themed :)

Juliet: - Has this really cool floral design with lots of big flowers on the back of her shoulder - She wants to get DOZENS of other tattoos but currently hasn't found the time to schedule an appointment, especially cause most of the tattoos she wants to get done would take multiple, hours long sessions

Carlton: - He, unfortunately, committed the cardinal sin of getting your partner's name tattooed. He's got his ex-wife Victoria's name in a fancy font across his collarbone, probably another attempt to save his marriage -He's going to tattoo removal sessions tho thank god -His pain tolerance is usually higher than most people (he literally drank scalding hot coffee without screaming out in pain lmao), but getting a tattoo makes him so physically uncomfortable that i dont think he'd every get one again, despite how fun getting a tattoo of his favorite gun sounds lol.

Buzz: - Buzz canonically has had a Baha Men tattoo (removed), although this was according to Shawn so you can take that information with a grain of salt lol - Probably has a silly little lineart doodle of an alien somewhere - He and Francine have little matching tattoos of baby ducks <3, Buzz's has a cowboy hat and Francine's has a Wild Rag (the bandana thingies), the artstyle is very similar to the soft fluffy artstyle you see in older children's books, kinda like peter rabbit (but not quite peter rabbit) - Little banana wearing a cowboy hat 💪, Buzz likes cowboys and their hats - A couple doodles of his pets - He's like Kurtis Conner except not edgy (i dont actually think Kurtis is edgy thats just the only way i can describe the difference between them and their tattoos lmao)

Karen: - Has an Iris flower tattoo on her upper arm dedicated to her daughter - Probably has a book/movie quote somewhere - Other than that i don't really see her as being much of a tattoo person, she only ever gets tattoos if its something super meaningful to her

Woody: - Woody has a y2k style hello kitty tramp stamp, why? cause i think it would be funny as hell HSUADFVHUFE - He got it completely seriously too, was a gift from a "tattoo artist friend" (random guy he barely knows who bought a tattoo gun on amazon) - The linework is awful, Woody has never actually fully seen the tattoo, he just took the guy's word for it when he told woody it looked sick as hell. - Has shown it off to everyone at the sbpd, no one has the heart or guts to tell him how bad it looks, Lassiter almost did but Chief Vick stopped him - Has genuinely never occurred to him to ask someone to take a photo of it for him so he can properly see it

Henry: - You'd think he'd have a tattoo but surprisingly he doesn't yet - He would've gotten one already if not for the fact hes very indecisive about that stuff, the whole "drawing that will stay on your body for the rest of your life thing" is a lot of pressure for him - He just worries about getting something that he'll end up hating a few years down the line - Has considered getting a tattoo dedicated to Shawn on multiple occasions, but then Shawn pisses him off once more and he drops the idea again for another couple months lmao

#forest fumbles #i am so hyperfixated on this show lmao #psych #psych hcs #shawn spencer #burton guster #juliet o'hara #carlton lassiter #woody strode #karen vick #henry spencer #buzz mcnab #Keeping the non-sugarcoated version of my hc in the tags: Shawns mom tattoo helps prevent him from breaking his self harm free streak 💪💪💪 #i project onto this man too much

[lackablazeical]

how do they celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays? -querida mia anon

Leo: all day is ENTIRELY centered on that holiday, anniversary, etc. Midnight to midnight, you can expect that to be all he's focused on. If it's a day focused on a person, he's treating them to just about everything under the sun. He loves buying gifts, treating them to going out to like. Movies or food, etc etc. His own birthday isn't a huge deal to him, he just wants to spend all day with the people he loves (but you can bet he uses the 'I'm the birthday boy so we do what I want' excuse all damn DAY) loves loves LOVES valentines day, Christmas, and his brothers birthdays.

Mikey: most of the time he's partying. He's not good with dates, so he's probably forgetting most birthdays and anniversaries. When he does remember, he's probably giving 1 or 2 nice, sentimental gifts. He also is often the one cooking a lot of the big meals for like, Christmas too, and he enjoys it! His fave is Halloween and new years.

Donnie: he doesn't care about holidays and is a bad gift giver, so typically he's just the one being like 'btw, dad, ur and moms anniversary is tomorrow' and watching Splints panic LOL. He mostly just let's his brothers get him stuff and he'll blast Christmas music in October to drive Mikey INSANEEEEEE (Mike is a Halloween truther). Only really enjoys new years, he thinks the fireworks are super cool. Donnie will either be the best or worst gift giver. And he'll get his brothers the same thing they don't want every time lols

Raph: he really likes decorating for holidays, so every single one you can bet he's like. Hiding eggs for Easter or putting up Christmas lights, he goes HARD. Gets very mad if anything is even slightly out of place. He's the only one that'll make cards or gifts by hand, and they are always pretty intricate and fancy. He also really likes getting stuff too <3 loves loves LOVES Easter and Christmas.

April: she's not one for holidays, she likes the food and stuff tho. Loves Halloween and such, she enjoys scaring the children. She also loves shitty horror or hallmark movies, so she binges those. She buys gifts in June and laughs as everyone scrambles for Christmas n stuff

Usagi: he isn't one for holidays either, he doesn't really enjoy decorating or movies. Tho his fave is probably either of the equinoxes!

#addams! tmnt au #addams! usagi #addams! mikey #addams! leo #addams! donnie #addams! april #addams! raph

[dantemisan]

See ya later! ; )

Pairing: Bratt Hand x Sister!Reader.

Genre: Fluff.

Warning: None.

Word count: 1,2k

You walked through the corridors, with each corridor the renovation in the building was more minimalistic, I mean, white walls, no paintings, the carpet did not lead you to that door that you were bursting through.

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You walked through many corridors almost every day to find your little brother Brett. It was pretty hard to get into his room day after day, not only because your parents signed you up for all kinds of horse riding olympiads, but also because it was damn hidden from prying eyes, I mean, only your parents and you knew the exact route to his room, (maybe the parents are trying to forget him, lol). To get there you had to go through 5 fucking corridors, they were damn long and boring, but you kept going to him because he was the cutest of all your brothers and one almost bitch sister.

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Suddenly you are pulled out of your thoughts by a sudden pain in your head, while you were thinking about all this you crashed into his door. You rubbed your sore forehead, frowning a little. Suddenly the door slowly opens, from the door you can see the light strands of your brother, his expression is restless at first, but when he sees that it's just you, he smiles broadly at you. "(Y/N)! Why didn't you come the last two days? You couldn't because of those horse riding competitions?" Brett quickly fell into your arms, asking questions that probably made him a little worried about you. "Too many questions, isn't it, Brettie?" You replied as his cheeks flushed, awww, so cute, he's still not used to your nickname you gave him. He was always such a sweetheart, that was one of the reasons why you tried so hard to cherish him all the time, he was much nicer than everyone in the family, so why in public do your parents say that this is not their child?..

"Will you come to me?.." Brett asked softly, pulling you out of your thoughts, he clung to you like a kitten. His hugs were really very comforting, even if you were a little taller than him. "Of course, Brett!". When Brett stopped hugging you, you got up from the floor, brushed off any possible dirt from your dress and went into your brother's apartment.

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It was quite typical here, many thanks to the parents that they decided to redecorate this room, otherwise it would have been terrible. anyway, Brett had a pretty minimalist room for his age, but you've also been to his treehouse, so you just know he's got great imagination and good taste, you're still a little scared of his treehouse dolls, which he did surprisingly well, I mean, he is 10 years old, and his skill is the envy of a seamstress: Detailed clothes, neatly sewn parts of the body of the doll, this was the coolest thing you seen then.

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Remembering his talent, you decided to chat about it: You knew perfectly well that Brett had a kink for praise, and you don’t mind giving him a compliment once again, he really deserves it, because you knew that your shitty parents never could would accept it, because in their interests only a reputation that needs to be maintained day by day.

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"So, Brett, you told me this week that you want to make something else, what is it?" You ask while you sit on his bed while he sits on a chair at the study table. "Oh, it's kind of like a gift for someone important." Brett was a little nervous in his seat, he turned to you, holding the back of the chair with his hands. Your eyebrows raised and a smirk adorned your lips, you snickered in response, realizing that this was most likely a gift to you: The fact is that your birthday is coming soon, so that explains a lot. "Oooh, I understand." You said it proudly, turning as far away from Brett as you could so that he wouldn't see your proud smile to the fact that your little brother most likely knows how to make the best gifts with his golden hands.

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"But I'm still not comfortable with the words of mom and dad.." Brett admitted with sadness in his voice, his brows furrowed a little, and his eyes were now staring at the floor. "Oh, are you really upset by their bullshit?" You abruptly got out of bed and walked towards him, "A little.." Brett replied as his hands slowly let go of his lap. You were already there, kneeling in front of him, you are trying to cheer him up so that he no longer listens to his parents. "They're just old suckers, their brains stopped working closer to 40, disgraceful. Brett, please don't be discouraged because of their words, it's your life and you decide what to do in it!" You raised your voice a little because you were a little annoyed that because of his parents, Brett may lose his talent for craftsmanship. You quickly hugged him, stroking his back and after a couple of seconds his arms were wrapped around your body too, it was so cute to cuddle with him, he was so cute!

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After a glorious moment, you guys stopped hugging, and just sat on the bed and giggled at the stupid deeds of your older brother. "And then she said that she was not going to date him because of his ugly face!" You were telling another story about how your brother was rejected many times by different girls with whom he fell in love, Brett giggled and you really felt better, that you were able to make him forget the words of his parents. "Do you remember that Halloween incident?" Brett asked, trying to contain his laughter with his hand. "WAT!? Don't say you remembered it! I told you to forget that ridiculous incident! don't say it, I don't want to remember!" You screamed when you kind of knew what the act was about, so you decided to shut up Brett before it's too late.. you grabbed a pillow so Brett knew it was going to be a pillow fight, he quickly grabbed another one and was able to block your attack, grinning a bit at this he quickly backed away from you, not wanting to get hit by your attacks anymore

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You two didn't really notice how fast the time went by, so at the end of the battle you just fell back on your pillows, trying to get some rest: A little uneven heartbeat, deep breaths and a tomato red face did not bother you guys for long, so after 30 seconds of inactivity you werre ok.

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Suddenly there was a knock on the door, you and Brett looked at each other when the door slowly opened and it turned out to be the butler. "Oh, hello!.." You said, quickly getting up from the floor and trying to put yourself in order: you lay your hands on your hair, shaggy from the battle, shake off non-existent dirty from your dress and jacket. The butler, of course, understood that you were messing with Brett, but did not pay much attention to it, he does not see the need to scold you about this. "So.. miss (Y/N), I think you need to be cleaned up before anyone sees you." The butler said politely as he opened the doors wide to let you quietly exit your brother's apartment. "Oh, sure.." You replied as you first looked at Brett, then at the butler, and then back at Brett. You quickly walked over to him for a big hug before you quickly pull away and leave with the butler.

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"Doodbye, Brettie, see ya later."

#Brett Hand x Reader #Brett Hand x You #Brett x you #Brett x reader #inside job brett hand x reader #inside job x brett hand x you #inside job brett x reader #inside job brett x you

[kathrynalicemc]

A/N: Here we are! The Valhalla fic at last! I decided I would post this on Dafne's birthday because if I didn't, I'd probably never post it. Im maybe just over half way actually writing it so therefore I am going to be releasing these every second week. That way I still have time to finish writing while still doing uni. This second semester is a bit lighter and shouldn't require as many essays so hopefully I can finish. If not, maybe ill take a mid story break and continue in the summer. I am expecting 10ish chapters but it could be one or two more. Also: IMPORTANT NOTE! Each chapter will have a companion piece in the form of a song. It is heavily recommended you listen to it before/during/after reading as each song inspired the chapter or vice versa. I technically also have posted this prologue before but it was a year ago and ive fixed it up since! Enjoy <3

Warnings: This story is going to be very high fantasy and self indulgent. I know its set around 2020 I think but it wont be very modern LOL. Occasional shitty writing. No legit content warnings for now but expect fight scenes later on.

Characters: Dafne Arcano

Song: Valhalla Calling - Miracle of Sound

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Prologue: The Call

It began with a crack of lightning, brilliant and blue, lighting up the darkness around her. A second later came the sharp crack of thunder in reply. It rumbled seemingly in every direction, slowly fading into the black void all around her.

Dafne inhaled as she steadied her nerves and clenched her fists.

“Where am I?” The words echoed into nothing, small ripples of water radiated out from her boots and disappeared into the darkness.

Another flash of lightning. Then another. And another. Dafne instinctually brought up her arm to shield her eyes from the light. The ground quaked beneath her feet and reverberated up her legs to her chest. One final crash of lightning lit up the darkness and then everything fell to silence. It stretched on for what seemed like a lifetime and yet just a few heartbeats.

She uncovered her eyes and glanced up, her breath catching in her chest. Before her, growing up from the darkness below, towered an inky black jagged mountainscape backlit by a faint white glow. A swift rapid of rushing water fell from the top and crashed down to the black ground, foaming and sending waves out that turned into gentle ripples by the time they reached Dafnes feet.

A low resonant horn broke the silence from deep within the mountain itself. It almost seemed to call her as if her soul was remembering a memory from long ago.

The waterfall suddenly parted and a stampede of riders shot out, hooves thundering and kicking up a spray of water. Looking closely, Dafne noticed each rider had a shield upon their back. There were three different crests, one of them being the Arcano family crest she was familiar with. A second shield featured the Varangr crest, one she knew of but didn’t encounter often as they lived in solitude on Svalbard. The third was a complete mystery to her. Dafne of course knew about the tale of the three brothers splitting off into their own families but the third family had long since died out, their name and crest lost to time.

These must be the Valkyries her grandfather told stories about. The female members of the three families that had the Gift whose job was to guard and protect the ancient wizard city of Valhalla. Dafnes chest ached as she watched visions of her long since passed ancestors ride off to battle, wishing she could be among the shieldmaidens.

As the last rider vanished into the void, so too did the image of the mountain. All was quiet.

Suddenly, the sky above her erupted into a dancing aurora borealis. Colors of blue and green blazed before her eyes, folding and swirling against the deep indigo sky. The silence was broken by the astonished laughter of Dafne, a sound that very rarely is heard by anyone.

Whirling around to catch every glimpse of it that she could, her eyes caught the shape of a dark figure just a few feet away from her. The figure was tall and imposing, yet her face displayed wisdom and kindness. Her long strawberry blonde hair curled and went past her waist. In that moment, Dafne’s love and obsession for history paid off. She knew based on the tunic and furs that adorned her body that this woman was ancient, probably from the age of Vikings. The woman smiled gently and then three men with similar facial features faded into existence behind her. It was clear that these were her sons.

From the sons, another line of ancestors appeared behind them. Then another. And another. The entire horizon before her stood endless generations of ancestors going back hundreds of years until they disappeared from view into the dark.

One after another they all started to speak. The words were familiar but lost on her at first. Slowly they began to get closer and closer to being recognizable. Eventually she could start to pick out some words she understood from within an avalanche of sound.

“Find us”

“Help us”

“Save us”

“Free us”

The woman in front of her leaned forward, her face inches from Dafne. She placed her hand upon Dafne’s shoulder and then spoke.

“Wake up”

#hpma #magic awakened #Valhalla #dafne arcano #Valhalla fic #Prologue: The Call

[anonymouspuzzler]

Ok lessee. What (assuming they had knowledge of our reality) would be their favorite fictional super *heroes*? Anime/ non conventional/ non cape answers are on the table.

What's their "i need to be fucking COSY" outfits.

What would they get the others for a bday/Crimbo situation?

oh this is some JUICY type questions thank you (putting under a cut cause I can already tell this is gonna get long LOL)

SUPERHEROES! This is funny because I think Davey is the only one who would like the actual *hero* part of the superhero equation, at least actively and consciously. I think he likes pulpy silver age type stuff and he's got a real soft spot for when it gets goofy. He *IS* the guy who actually knows Calendar Man's whole deal. I have a feeling his favorite would be Spider-Man, especially stories/serials that emphasize that he's just kind a regular nerdy loser whose focus is on protecting the folks in his community first and foremost.

Minnie... she strikes me as the type who grew up on stuff like Power Rangers, but even that she would probably lean towards liking the villains more than the heroes (read: she likes Rita Repulsa a normal amount and is not going to unpack that She Was A Baby Lesbian About It until she's in, like, her mid-20s). I think at the age she is now, she's hitting the point where she'll insist Power Rangers is Baby Stuff (even though she'll watch it whenever it's on...) and is just getting into the Edgy 90s Anti-Hero Types. You know, your Harley Quinns, your Deadpools, your Venoms. I think she's probably written off magical girl stuff as too ~*girly*~ but is maybe a year or two away from watching Madoka on a dare and getting extremely fucked up about it (and probably giving more magical girl stuff a chance in the aftermath).

Buck is, I think, the most adamantly against any and all superhero media. He just, he hates all of it. Full stop. The pulpy stuff, the grimdark stuff, the alternative stuff, he either Does Not Get It at best or finds it actively grating at worst. The only thing I can see him getting into is maybe Tiger & Bunny - I think the concept of "yeah these superheroes are actively sponsored by corporations" would be just enough to catch his interest and then the single dad stuff would lock him in before he realized what was happening. You'd still have to like, catch him by surprise with it, though. Like, if you just left it on in a room he happened to be in he'd give it a glance, but I don't think he'd sit down and watch it on purpose otherwise.

COSY OUTFITS! Buck and Minnie are very similar in that regard - I think they both gravitate towards bulky, fluffy sweaters and sweatshirts. Those two want to be Bundled Up. I think Buck in particular likes heavier materials too. That man would very much benefit from a weighted blanket, I think. Davey, by contrast, is big on light and airy materials - he likes baggy, breezy sweatpants and tank tops and the like. If it's really cold, he'll probably just steal one of Buck's sweaters.

GIFTS!! This is a very interesting one, because all three of them have very different ways of displaying affection, and Minnie and Buck are both particularly stunted in that regard. Buck's very much the type who's going to show he cares more in actions than in words or items, so I think his go-to gift would be something like that. He's the "hey we happened to have ingredients for that dinner you like" or "hey I fixed the heater since you were complaining about the noise" kind of gifter - things that aren't particularly flashy or tangible, but prove that deep down he's thinking about you and wanting you to be happy and comfortable. I think Minnie and Davey both get particularly elaborate meals on birthdays/holidays, and I get the feeling he "gifts" things to Minnie's pet rat as a way of putting in some distance and not admitting directly that he really does care about his shitty little niece.

Davey, by contrast, is both VERY outwardly affectionate and very emotionally intelligent. I think he's the type who spends like, a month before holidays and birthdays listening really closely to what you're saying and probably subtly leading you into admitting what you want so he can surprise you with something really tailored to your likes. Minnie's easy because she has a lot of more "tangible" likes and hobbies - photography, science, animals, video games... - so he can pretty easily get her something along those lines and make her day. (I also think, selfishly, he probably leans towards getting her video games since it's something they have in common and he's hoping they can play together.) That said, I think he plays it off like he's not the one gifting it, since he knows Minnie's kind of emotionally gruff and he doesn't wanna put her on the spot - just oh how did this happen someone accidentally left this refill of polaroid film in the kitchen how did that get there. With Buck, on the other hand, I think he sticks to more "practical" things since that's what Buck likes - new supplies to tinker with for the mechs, or ingredients that are a little tough to find for a recipe he's been thinking about, or a new sweater to replace the one that got ripped up last month. He's also more direct with gifting to Buck, since they've been together long enough that Buck knows and is OK with him being outwardly affectionate (at least in the privacy of their own home).

Minnie, I don't think, has caught on that she can or Should be gifting things to Buck or Davey, at least when she first starts living with them - she's from kind of a privileged background and had a cold relationship with her parents so I think the most she would have done back then is half-assing a homemade card when socially pressured to do so. I think eventually she would start catching on and being a little embarrassed about it, though, and at that point I think it starts manifesting a lot like Buck's gift-giving tendencies - she's more about action than more tangible items. Buck gets a little less back-talk on his birthday, and Davey gets a couple extra rounds of Street Fighter with her on holidays.

#anonymous puzzler answers #anonymous puzzler originals #friendlyfrankenstein #long post #oops! many words about blorbos #Villain Coded comic

[fbfh]

MORE ABOUT MY OCS (I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR HYPING ME UP ABOUT THEM) (also I added oc content to my tag list!! it's just going to be any random tidbits I post for now but I'll also tag anyone on there when I have updates on writing/publishing original content if you wanna stay up to date lol)

Jason and Margo as you s/o:

Jason Howard 

You want a hot slightly emo/scene skater boyfriend of your dreams?? Congrats you won the boyfriend lottery with Jason. Lo and behold, another skateboarder. Pretty unflappable with a great sense of humor, Jason is a teenage dream of a boyf. Whenever you see him, chances are he’ll be doing something dumb with his friends, then get completely distracted when he sees you. His gaze will go all soft when his eyes land on you and he gets that little smile he only gets around you, then he’ll totally wipe out and crash land hard. He laughs it off (so do his friends) and walks over to greet you with a smooch. He’ll make you a lot of playlists. Like a lot. Like I hope you have time to listen to all of them. If you’re not already into pop punk, you’re about to be, bc that’s what half of his playlists for you are. Every couple weeks or months he’ll get bored and want to dye his hair another color. He always says he wants to shake it up and do something different, but it’ll probably end up being some combination of black and whatever’s on sale from manic panic. He dyes it your favorite color for your birthday month every year and it’s fucking adorable. He wants you to “help him” every time he does dye his hair, even though he can basically do the whole thing himself. He just wants you there with him, and you’re always happy to keep him company. 

Margo Baccay

Margo has some of the worst burnt out gifted kid syndrome you've ever seen, and now the only thing she has brain cells for is you. She’ll steal your hoodies in a heartbeat, and live in them 24/7. Whenever you go over to her place to hang out or pick her up, her little sister will run off giggling. Her sister knows absolutely everything about you, and thank god you have her seal of approval. Margo’s love language is binge watching shows together, or doing absolutely nothing over facetime for hours (where her sister will inevitably pop in to say hi at least once). She’s so tired all the time to begin with, and she likes you so much that there’s a good chance she’ll fall asleep on you at some point. She loves your jokes and sense of humor and has a folder in her phone of screen shots of your texts that she looks through when she feels shitty. She has another folder full of pictures and videos of you that she looks through when she needs a little dopamine hit. Half the time if you ask her what’s been going on, she’ll start rambling about the show she’s in the middle of binge watching, giving you all the tea. By the time she’s done, you can jump in the middle of the season and watch it with her, and you won’t have missed anything. She’s very thorough in her critiques of the characters terrible decisions, and you always love to hear it. 

#op's ogs #op's ocs #jason and margo #jumblehouse #(soft launches my first nano book??????) #mayhaps

[suckitsurveys]

Do you have a fan/air conditioning on right now? Nope but the window is cracked. It’s in the low 50Fs right now.

When was the last time you sang along with a song? Which one was it? Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan.

Are you currently wearing any hair accessories? Which ones? I have a hair tie in my hair and two on my wrist.

Have you ever wished you had a different name? Which name would you choose? When I was a kid I wanted to be named Josie.

Do you often press the wrong keys on the keyboard? Yeah.

Have you ever customised an item of clothing? What did you do to it? I’ve painted on tshirts before.

When was the last time you got a splinter stuck in you? D: It’s been a bit.

Do you prefer drawing or painting? Any particular reason why? Painting.

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? Just in general and also saving up some spending money for NYC in May.

Are you any good at playing pinball? I am.

Do you own any figurines? Of what? Yeah, I have a few panda ones I’ve collected over the years from birthday and christmas gifts.

If you have any siblings, how much rivalry is between you all? I have an older sister and there isn’t much rivalry but we have moments.

When did you last have itchy eyes? Yesterday.

If forced to go camping, would you rather sleep in a tent or a caravan? You wouldn’t have to force me and I’d gladly sleep either place.

Is it dark outside right now? Nope, it’s 1pm.

How often do you get jealous of other people? What is it usually about? Eh.

Do you prefer framed photos or just sticking photos straight onto walls? Either.

What’s your favourite type of cake? Carrot, unless you count cheesecake as cake and not pie.

Have you ever woken up from a dream and believed it to have been real? Oh yes.

When was the last time you brushed your teeth? Earlier this morning.

How tired are you right now? Very.

When was the last time you had an argument with someone? What was it about? I avoid those at all costs.

If there’s a bug in your room, can you sleep or do you need to get it out? I can sleep.

How long have you gone without sleep? 48 hours because my teenage brain was dumb.

Can you drive yet? How good are you at it? Yes and I manage as a Chicago driver lol.

Do you prefer traveling alone or with people? I like road trips with people. I’ve never flown with anyone else so I don’t know how I’d do with that lol.

Did you listen to the radio today? I listened to spotify in my car if that counts.

What was the last baby animal you saw? I’m not sure. Probably a bunny.

Generally speaking, is it warmer or colder in your house than outside? It’s generally the opposite of whatever it is outside.

When was the last time you threw up? Right before Christmas thanks to waking up with a migraine..

Do you give people high fives or hugs more often? High fives.

Have you ever tie-dyed something? Yes.

Name something you thought was cool when you were younger but don’t now: Oh god, so many things.

How long does it usually take you to get to sleep? I usually fall asleep pretty quickly.

When did you last get a papercut? No idea.

Which do you prefer: Blackboards or whiteboards? Whiteboards.

What sort of things do you have bookmarked in your internet browser? I never really bookmark things on my browser anymore.

Are / were you spoilt? Would others agree or disagree with you? To an extent, in the sense that I grew up comfortably, but I wasn’t a shitty little brat about it.

What are you wearing right now? Hoodie and jeans.

What was the last book you read? I haven’t read in a while.

#surveys

[theperfectblonde]

I have no one else to tell and I just need to vent, so I’m posting on this blog just because it’s always been a little bit of my private journal.

Christmas was a little disappointing this year. It was my boyfriends family’s first time spending Christmas all together for the first time in years (they’re not from my country), and his older sister said that I bought too much for them for both gifts and stocking stuffers. Except the stockings and the tree were basically empty…? I’m not trying to sound presumptuous but I mean… a bit of Christmas magic is when you see a full tree and stockings right? Especially if you’re not expecting much? Idk for me at least that’s such a good feeling, but I grew up poor and humble and grateful for everything I received regardless of how big or small a Christmas was. I didn’t realize someone would be ungrateful if it was too big though lmao.

It’s my bf, me, his sister, his nephew, and his mom, so I already knew the only people filling stockings was going to be me and my bf, and that his sister would probably only fill her sons, which is totally fine. I even asked my bf what the budget should be and at first he said $100+, but at the last minute he said $25, so luckily I only did somewhere in the middle for both gifts and stuffers, which is a little more but not unreasonable, especially for immediate family members.

And I know it’s not about the gifts and you don’t give a gift to get recognition, but I tried really hard to make sure everyone had a lot to open and that they were thoughtful gifts too since they don’t have any family here in my country, and it seemed like no one else was going to get them anything. I didn’t even expect them to get me anything, but I just wanted to give them a good first Christmas all together and make a good impression as it’s my first one with them too.

And my boyfriend’s sister didn’t really seem grateful, and she just kept saying that it was too much and not to do it again. Idk that was just kind of shitty. I spent a lot of time curating their gifts for them, and they show gratitude differently so I wasn’t expecting a lot of fan fare, but she couldn’t just say thank you and leave it be, you know? I also didn’t spend a ton on them - like I think $60 each roughly, but I thrifted a lot of things and also combined their birthday gifts because I missed it due to me travelling. But she said I should have just left it and not done that but like… okay but do you not want a birthday gift at all then…? Wtf 😂

Also! They were kind of pissed that the nephew didn’t do gifts or stocking stuffers but he’s like… 10? And his mom didn’t help him with it, she just expects he’ll do it himself. With no money and no car and no help. Like lmfao what.

And then at the end of the night, they like… forced me to pray?? ☠️ I grew up Christian and I know they’re catholic so I’m not unfamiliar/uncomfortable with praying in general, but out of nowhere the older sister says I’m going to explain the story of the birth of Jesus to her son (my bfs nephew) without even asking me and I was like uhhhh lmao no tf I am not? And she was expecting me to know the whole bible off by heart and stuff too, like just assuming and then gets kind of pissy when I’m like I obviously don’t know that lmao. Like she gets so condescending about it, like oh which translation of the bible do you use and oh yeah you know X story is in X bible chapter right like lol girl… my memory doesn’t work like that any more idfk. 😂

And when I said I didn’t want to pray either (bc I have mixed feelings about the institution of the church and don’t agree with a lot of the ways Catholicism goes about it), she like… she couldn’t just be like oh okay no worries then she was literally like OUT OF THE BLUE AND WITHOUT TALKING TO ME “okay (my name) can open in prayer and say what she’s grateful for” LIKE UHHH WHAT!!! And put me on the spot in front of the whole family and told me to thank Jesus! It made me feel so fucking awful to be forced to do it and have it sprung on me instead of letting it come naturally. I said no I’m good actually and she was like well you have so much to be thankful for how about X, Y, and Z so thank Jesus for it and I just fucking awkwardly said “… I am grateful for the happiness and health of my friends and family”. And that was IT ☠️

Ugh idk. It just makes me feel like, why bother to be nice and go above and beyond when it’s not appreciated. My boyfriend loved his gifts, and he was really grateful at least. It’s just kind of a shame that his sister didn’t seem to feel the same way. I feel like maybe it’s because if I set the bar too high, she won’t be able to do it for her son next year so she doesn’t like how glamorous it seemed, which I totally understand as well. But at the same time you’re an adult, and I’m new to the family, so it was your responsibility to let me know for example “oh hey I don’t expect you to buy my kid anything but if you do please keep it under X amount and also we’re teaching him X lessons”. And if the issue is not being able to afford gifts, teach your kid to be extra thankful but not expectant? That he should bless others like that if he has the means? Like idk so many lessons you could be imparting, but instead you taught your kid to be ungrateful and unappreciative too because “you shouldn’t have given us these gifts” GIRL ITS CHRISTMAS IDK WHEN ELSE IS THE APPROPRIATE TIME TO GIFT GIVE AND BE GRATEFUL THEN

And then to make it worse my boyfriend started laughing at me because I was so uncomfortable, but then I was just getting irritated and angry with him. Which I don’t want to do on Christmas. But after a few months of living with his family I just feel like I’m not compatible with them or his culture, and I don’t want to live with them any more. He says we’ll move out after our lease is up, but he wants to still live in the same house as them (like ie top and bottom floor). Which… idk, is a better compromise, but I feel like I just need my own space again. I can’t deal with the constant microaggressions and miscommunications.

I feel like I don’t really like her that much, and it sucks cause I’d like her to be my sister in law one day because I don’t always have these problems either my boyfriend, but I don’t feel closeness to her. She’s not that nice. She’s often really rude imo (but I try to cut her slack since there’s cultural differences and my bfs family seems to act the same way). She’s told me things in the past before like I need to gain weight, she’s always criticizing everything I do and can’t just accept a different point of view, and she always has to be right, and I’m constantly being told what to eat and how much and when. It’s part of their cultural norms it seems but I can’t take it any more. And high key low key, she acts this way to everyone, and it’s become a problem at her work place, and apparently upper management is trying to get her fired. And like… I don’t WISH it upon her… but I wish that she would have a bit of an attitude adjustment from being in that position you know. ☠️ like she doesn’t want to lose her job and I don’t want her to either obviously, but she just refuses to see that maybe her condescending superiority complex is a legitimate issue and she needs to be taken down a notch! She probably doesn’t even know she has one in the first place, and she wouldn’t listen to you even if you tried to tell her either.

Sometimes I wish I was still with my ex. At least we don’t have cultural differences and had a laidback Christmas together, and he just gave me straight up $250 in cash last year lmfaoo. 😂

I’m just frustrated and sad. Christmas was almost perfect today. And right at midnight everything just felt rotten about it after that. Next year I’ll just give her fucking $20 or something, nothing personal. Idc if it’s petty; I’m not putting that much effort into her again tbh like I’m done, I tried and I’m done now :/

#personal

[jessefandomunited]

Crush update

I've been a bit few and far between with my updates simply because I don't want to overwhelm my thoughts with him because it dosent seem healthy but this in particular was just a nice story it's long and rambly do heads up on that

I'm a gift giver , while I love getting things too I also love the same if not more giving them for this reason.

My crush has been having a really shitty year , and it was honestly probably the reason we didn't start dating yet, I say yet because I'm still hopeful but I'm not jealous or like mad at the thought of him dating someone else, I'm just manifesting okay lol. Anyways that's besides the point. His birthday was pretty soon after we first met, we're both cancers . And I had this idea for his birthday I ended up waiting to get because it seemed like a bit much for just meeting him. I got him a few movies and some candy instead. But this idea was too good and I ended up throwing caution to the wind and getting it for my Christmas party ,because at this party I got everyone else a present too around the same price range so I thought it was fair.

What was it? He told me pretty early into our friendship his favorite movie, he's also a pretty pretentious guy in terms of taste but doesn't act like the typical film bro guy ( trust me if he did I would have not talked to him anymore lol). But because of this I KNEW this bitch had a vinyl player ,he just had to. So I went on eBay, looked up the movie he liked and instantly found the soundtrack on vinyl. If anything he could just mount it on his wall. But as I said it was liek 40-50 bucks so while a bit much for new friend one that's a bit more connected, that was enough for me.

I was just hoping I'd be able to give it to him at the party because if I had to find another time to do it one on one I didn't think I'd be able to do it. He came , luckily.

I gave it to him a bit prematurely while he was putting his stuff down and had to grab it again for him to open. He was in my kitchen and opened it so it was me, my roomate and him apart from the rest of the people.

it had a protective box which eBay sent it in before the actual vinyl which I kept it in to protect it , but it made me even more antsy while I waited for him to realize what it was. When it clicked he was like floored idk even how to describe it but his eyes widened , his mouth dropped open ever so slightly and he quickly looked over at me and said " let me hug you oh my gosh! How did you find this!?"

It was honestly so great. And yes I may be more sentimental because my period is coming up but even now I can so perfectly see that scene play over and over again in my head. It feelt almost like a little box popped up saying that this was an important decision to make.

I know what you guys or one of you are wondering " well what did he get you???" This is the thing I love getting presents but I will not hold someone I don't know well to the same standards as my other friends, I don't even hold my friends to that standard anymore because I don't want to give things just to get stuff back. Thats a lesson I had taught myself this year , and it's one I will continue to carry because I should do things because I want to and out of love for others not for selfish reasons. I'm also valid though if I've expressed how much presents mean to me and they continually forget. I've never told my crush any of this and he's not my partner at this time so he has no obligation to do anything.

Now, if I told him I got him something, he would have gotten me something too. 100% facts , that is just how he is. But knowing he's been overwhelmed as it is I wanted to make things as easy and painless as possible for him so I didn't tell him. My roommate did get him present for the white elephant which was a book that , yes I will be taking from her and read lol.

Over all though I'm just so incredibly happy I was able to make a happy memory for him in the midst of everything that's going on for him. He really is the sweetest guy and I just want him to find all the happiness in the world.

#nonfictional crush saga

[seductresses-temple]

Nine Months Brings Forth New Life

Okay! So, @rose-grangerweasleyisbae just recently had a birthday and she is honestly one of the sweetest followers ever. She always says the most beautiful, heart warming, smile inducing things so I wrote something really random for her birthday 🎂 🎁 🍰 by random I mean, I honestly opened a google doc and started writing lol. I wanted to write something...full of possibilities, I guess?

Trigger warning: Mental Health mentions and mentions of self mutilation

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Draco sighed, plopping down ungracefully, un-Malfoy-like, into the all too familiar leather chaise. He shifted around for a moment until he deemed himself comfortable enough before lolling his head over to the side to look at Clara who was gazing at him with her typical, bemused expression. He smiled at her tiredly, even he could feel that it didn’t quite reach his eyes, but at least he was trying.

“Hello, Draco,” Clara said after a moment “nice to see that you’re punctual as always. You look a bit tired, still having trouble sleeping?”

Draco nodded, locks of hair falling over his eyes. “Another nightmare, some days I feel like they’re getting out of control since I stopped taking the Dreamless Sleep.”

Clara nodded, jotting the information down in a small leather bound pad she kept practically glued to her lap. “Would you like to talk about the nightmare? Was it about the war again, or your father?”

Lucius. Draco could appreciate that Clara never said his name anymore. It brought Draco too many emotions to keep under control. Ever since the war had ended, Draco’s relationship with his father had been non-existent. It was his father’s fault that he and his mother had gotten dragged into the whole ‘serving the Dark Lord’ nonsense. It had been his father’s fault that they’d had to house a blood-thirsty lunatic in their home. Draco’s stomach began to churn just thinking of all the things he’d born witness to while the Dark Lord haunted the halls of Malfoy Manor. To make matters worse, Draco and his mother had nearly been carted off to Azkaban thanks to trying to keep their heads above water in the situation his father had put them in. If it hadn’t been for Potter...Draco was afraid to think what would have happened if it hadn’t been for Potter…

“Draco?” Clara’s voice pulled Draco out of his thoughts. He did that a lot now. Spaced out. Got inside of his head and drifted away from the outside world. It was something he and Clara were trying to work on. Seeing a Mind Healer was part of the terms and conditions involved that kept him and his mother out of Azkaban. One of many conditions.

“It was about my father,” Draco sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair. He’d cut it when his father -ragged and screaming like a raving lunatic- denounced both he and his mother as he was carted off to Azakan with a life-long sentence. It had started with the left side, then the right. Now he’d taken to keeping the sides shaved, the middle long -down to his jaw- and streaked with various shades of light blue. His father had a conniption the first time he saw it. It was so feminine, so queer, so very un-Malfoy. Draco loved it and he loved how much his father hated it.

“What about your father?” Clara had such a soothing voice. Draco loved it. He confessed after a few months of seeing her that her voice reminded him of his mother. Clara was gentle and patient and seemed genuinely concerned about his welfare. The wizarding world spit upon the name Malfoy, it was nice to feel cared for.

“I came out to him. It was such an odd dream. We were in a muggle coffee shop, of all places, my father hates both coffee and muggles so it all seemed surreal and out of place. I sat down in front of my father and watched him sneer at my hair and my clothes and my coffee and I just sort of blurted it out…” Draco fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, frowning.

“You can say it Draco. This is a safe space. I think it would be healthy for you to be able to say the words aloud. They aren’t bad words, you just have a negative association to them because that’s what you were raised to think. Your father raised you to believe they’re something to be ashamed of, Draco, but we’ve talked about this. You don’t have to live your life by his definitions anymore, you’re free to live life on your own terms.” Clara stared at him, her yellow eyes watching him carefully like a hawk. Draco was vaguely reminded of Madam Hooch, her eyes trained to the sky, protective and alert, making sure to catch any of the first years should they fall off their broom. There was a safety in that, something rooted so deeply in Draco that he barely understood it. It made him feel safe, brought him back to a point in his life before his world got blown apart.

“I told my father I’m gay,” he whispered. If he weren’t so bloody tired he most likely would have cringed at how small and insignificant he sounded. He sounded like a child sharing a secret that, well..wasn’t a secret. Pretty much everyone knew. His father certainly knew long before Draco did. His father had always done his best to snuff out that side of him.

A black wardrobe. No color. No life. No expression. End of story.

A lack of affection from his father. No love. No smiles. No hugs. No warmth between men because that would be wrong. End of story.

His father drove him to quidditch. A manly sport. Something physical because he’d kill them both before he had a dancer for a son. If Narcissa took Draco to one more ballet, he was shipping Draco off to Durmstrang. End of story.

His father had taken control of his narrative, at least that’s how Clara put it. Draco quite liked that analogy. He liked reading, liked thinking about his life as a book that wasn’t quite finished yet. His father had written the first half but Draco, well, he could write the second half however he wanted. He liked that.

“What happened after that? How did your father react?”

“He mutated.”

“E-Excuse me?” Clara leaned forward a little, making sure she heard Draco correctly.

“He mutated, the dreamscape changed and suddenly I wasn’t in a muggle cafe with my father anymore, I was in the Hogwarts Great Hall surrounded by the rest of my ‘peers’ and they were...being very vocal about my new appearance,” Draco gestured down to his outfit; black wingtips, tailored, royal purple pants with a matching button down, a grey marled sweater vest, and plum, purple, grey, and black, paisley bow tie.

“So they resorted to name-calling?” Clara raised an eyebrow at him, an expectant, maternal look on her face. She was a stickler for not allowing Draco to get away with vague answers.

“No.”

“Draco,” Clara sighed ever so quietly, glancing at the clock “it’s your hour, Draco, and I understand these things are hard to talk about. Examining our emotions and coming to terms with things that go against what we’ve known and been taught our entire lives is no easy feat. However, you’ve been making such tremendous progress lately, you honestly have, if you’d rather table this discussion for the moment and move on to something else, I support that decision but with you leaving for Hogwarts in a few days, I think this is something we should try to tackle. I’m going to go put the kettle on, would you like a cup of tea?”

“Sure,” Draco murmured, nodded absently. He was already lost in thought by the time Clara left the room. He knew she was right, not that he particularly wanted to admit it. She was so like his mother in that way, speaking logic and reasoning into him even when it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Draco was afraid to go back to Hogwarts. He didn’t want to admit that either. They all hated him and rightfully so. What was the point of going back? It wasn’t like anyone in the wizarding world would higher him all because he sat for his N.E.W.T.S. He was still a Malfoy, for now anyhow, until his father found out he wouldn’t be carrying on the Malfoy name. Not with a woman at least. He sighed, sinking further into the chaise. He didn’t hear Clara come back into the room until the familiar chink of china on wood snapped him back into reality.

“Thank you,” he sat up just enough to take his cup, running a finger over the rim “I’m…” he refused to say scared. “I’m worried about returning to Hogwarts, worried that they’ll all see how much I’ve changed, worried they’ll be able to tell that I’m...gay.” He took a careful, steady sip from his tea, staring down into the cup to avoid Clara. He didn’t want anyone at Hogwarts to know he was gay. They knew too much about him already. Draco sodding Malfoy, ex-death eater, co-conspirator to the death of Dumbledore, prime suspect of the near-deaths of Katie Bell and Ronald Weasley, pompous git, Slytherin Ice King, and the cold-hearted carbon copy of ruthless murder Lucius Malfoy. Parents were already complaining as it. Death Eater children back roaming the halls of Hogwarts? Preposterous! It was bad enough the Ministry was forcing them back to Hogwarts as part of their ‘rehabilitation’ into society, Draco could only imagine what the parents would do if they found out a queer ex-death eater was in their mists.

“I don’t think it would be so bad if they saw you’ve changed, Draco,” Clara took a sip of her tea, giving him that maternal, expectant stare as if he were a small child struggling to discern that two plus two does indeed equal four.

“Wasn’t it you who said, and I quote ‘changing into the man I’ve always felt I should be without my father lurking over every decision I make is one of the best things to ever happen to me?’ or do you no longer feel that way?” Clara continued to stare over the rim of her cup.

Draco remembered that session. Vividly. It was shortly after he had dyed his hair, not too long after his breakdown that had landed him in Mungos for two weeks. Draco learned the hard way that slicing your Dark Mark off landed you in a very cozy room in St.Mungos that just so happened to have white padded walls. “I did say that,” Draco murmured, glancing down at his arm.

“You have changed so much, Draco, made so much progress and have blossomed into a completely different person than the young man I met nine months ago. I think there can be some symbolism in that, nine months, women carry their children to term for nine months and then they birth a new life into the world. You, Draco, carried your trauma for the past nine months and you birthed a new version of yourself into the world. Going back to Hogwarts is your opportunity to foster that new life. It doesn’t have to be a death sentence.”

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“You look dashing, sweetheart,” Narcissa smiled sweetly, coming over to Draco and running her fingers through his hair, mussing it up a tiny bit.

“Thank you, mother,” Draco tried to smile but only managed a twitch of the lips. He bent down to grab his school trunk. He’d have to carry it as he wasn’t allowed a wand again until he was on school property. His mother had been kind enough to cast a wandless lightening charming on it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you, Draco? Between the reporters, the students, the other students, I-” Draco held up a hand to stop her.

“I know you’re worried, mother, but I’ll be fine. They don’t need to put us both in the paper. I’ll write the moment I’m able and at least once a week after. Clara has spoken to Headmistress McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey and its been arranged for me to have my sessions at Hogwarts each week. I’ll…”he kissed her forehead tenderly “I’ll be alright, mother.”

Narcissa nodded, blonde curls bobbing softly. She stared at him, long and imploringly, her blue eyes searching for something. What, Draco wasn’t entirely sure, but he felt small and incredibly young under her gaze. “I love you so,” she whispered, clasping onto his arm, over the spot where his Dark Mark once stood “if you need anything, anything at all, just write home and I’ll come running.” She pulled him into a nearly bone crushing hug, kissing his cheek before letting him leave out the door.

“I love you too, Mother. Everything will be fine,” Draco wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself. All he knew was the night he sliced the Dark Mark off his arm had left them both changed people. It was scary, leaving the comfort of their little bubble, but they would both be better for it. That’s what their Mind Healers kept telling them. By the time Draco came back at Christmas the Manor would be renovated, cleansed, completely different. He hoped he’d return in much the same condition; renovated, cleansed, different.

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Kings Cross Station brought about everything Draco had been expecting. He’d been hexed...twice, booed at, spat at, and the vultures from the Daily Prophet had a field day with the drama his mere presence had caused. The only sanctuary he had within it all was that no one wanted to sit with him so he’d managed to find an empty compartment and settle into it. People glared and sneered as they passed by but once the train began moving he felt as though he was finally able to exhale. Pansy, Blaise, and Theo were all headed to Hogwarts by other means which meant he’d be alone the entire trip. Draco wasn’t sure whether to panic or find solace in that but he had to deal with it all the same. He set his robes on the seat next to him and pulled out a muggle book he’d begun reading and curled up in his seat, praying beyond hope that at least the train ride could be uneventful before he spent the next year surrounded by people who’d much prefer if he were dead.

“Malfoy,” Draco wanted to curse, recognizing the voice instantly. He slid his bookmark in to hold his place and looked up into shockingly bright emerald eyes.

“Potter,” he greeted, taking a concentrated effort to keep his voice low and level.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Potter gestured toward the empty seat across from him.

Draco eyed Potter, taking in his appearance. He’d changed in the past nine months. His hair had gotten longer, long enough to completely cover his scar and long enough for him to have a long, thick plait that sat over his shoulder. Apparently Potter had a sense of fashion now. Draco took note of the dragon hide boots and fitted black trousers, the leather jacket that seemed far too big for him but in a devil-may-care sort of way. He wasn’t wearing his glasses anymore either. “Suit yourself,” Draco couldn’t help but feel his curiosity being piqued by this Potter. There was something about him that Draco couldn’t place. An energy that seemed to crackle around him, pulling Draco in, and he felt helpless to stop it.

“I’ve a question for you, Malfoy, this thing that’s just burning in my mind for far too long.”

Draco quirked an eyebrow at him. Since when did Potter speak so openly with him? They had never been friendly. Draco had gone out of his way to make the other boy miserable for far too long. “So you get...clarity of some sort and I?” Draco trailed off, making a flippant gesture with his hand. Old habits died hard with Potter, apparently. However, much to Draco’s surprise, the git had the nerve to smile. Not just smile, but to throw his head back and laugh.

“I thought you might say that,” Potter grinned at him, eyes twinkling in a way that was insufferable reminiscent of Dumbledore. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out an incredibly thin, long box. It could only be one thing and Draco felt his heart clutch painfully in his chest. Potter still had his wand after all this time...He’d managed to convince himself that Potter must have thrown it out, broke it, set it on fire, the scenario was different in his head every time.

“What is it you want to know?” Draco’s voice came out in barely a whisper.

Potter held the box with both hands, leaning forward, whispering conspiratorially “You knew it was me. Why?”

Draco’s breath hitched in his throat. He never thought he’d be confronted with this. He never anticipated Potter wanting to know why. It was something he had only ever spoken to Clara about and even that hadn’t come easily. He swallowed thickly, staring at his wand in Potter’s hands. He was cradling it gently as if it were something precious. It was precious to Draco but he didn’t know if it was worth spilling one of his biggest secrets. He stared at Potter, into those same green eyes that had stopped him in his track that night. “Because I’m in love with you,” he whispered breathlessly, the words rushing out his mouth before he could think about how incredibly stupid it was to say so.

“Oh, bugger off, Malfoy,” Potter laughed, a big bark of a laugh that seemed to make the entire compartment brighter. He shook his head, his braid swinging on his shoulder. “Fine, don’t tell me, but I’m not letting this go.” Potter stood up, using the box containing Draco’s wand to give him a little salute before marching out the door.

Draco sat there in stunned silence. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then snapped it shut. He’d just told Potter he loved him. What in Merlin’s name was wrong with him? As if his life wasn’t difficult enough. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the erratic, hyperactive thump of his heart.

“Oh buggering fuck, kill me now,” Draco whispered to the empty compartment. He’d just confessed feelings he’d kept buried for four years and he hadn’t even gotten to Hogwarts yet. It was going to be an incredibly long year. A long year full of Potter and his nonsense and his...green eyes…”buggering fuck,” Draco groaned. It was going to be a long, long year.

#drarry #draco x harry #draco malfoy #harry potter #narcissa malfoy #i stan draco malfoy #draco malfoy deserved a redemption arc #i ship draco with a therapist #drarry makes me happy #even though this fic is open ended and a little depressing #this probably is a shitty birthday gift lol #i hope you like it #i might write more if you dont think its terrible #idk why im like this lol #i totally wanted to post something happy #then i wrote this #the drarry angst is real