#HTC

[fruitiermetrostation]

HTC P6300 (2007)

#2007 #2000s #07 #00s #art #cell phone #cellphone #design #frutiger aero #graphic design #graphics #gray #grey #green #htc #htc p6300 #mobile #old phone #old tech #phone #tech #technology

[starstruckwillows]

♡ try again - f.w ♡

requested by @reasontobebeautiful <3

fred weasley x slytherin!reader, pureblood!reader, platonic!sirius black x reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, swearing

sirius black ensuring fred weasley doesn't make the same mistakes he saw many war-stricken kids make

there’d been a cruel edge to his words that he hadn’t quite meant.

fred’s scathing indictment of your family wasn’t any different to the things you usually said about your kin, and it didn’t bother you for others to agree. but to be part of that perception was probably your worst fear.

you’d been so excited turning up at the doorstep of grimmauld place, suitcase in hand, bright beam gracing your face.

fred had frowned. he’d been ignoring the way your smile made him feel for a long time.

“why are we having death-eaters round for christmas dinner?”

molly had scolded her son then, “george! i mean, fred!”

he’d rolled his eyes, mumbling, “might as well get her whole family out and kill some muggles for the christmas spirit.”

it was the association. your family were one way, you must be too.

maybe that’s how it was for the weasleys, at least four generations of ginger gryffindors shooting for the stars in their respective fields. ministry, dragons, pranks, quidditch.

maybe that’s how it looked for you, at least four generations of slytherins serving whichever tyrannical supremacist reigned at the time.

you found a lot of your time was spent trying to convince people that wasn’t you. but gina lomotey, whose dad had once punched professor snape, didn’t have to walk around assuring people she didn’t attack teachers. and kosi berry, whose parents had a short lived music career, never had to explain she had no interest in singing.

reene west’s mum hijacked a broom race, ford green’s dad did a stint in muggle prison, carson denny’s eldest brother lived full time in st mungos due to an unhealthy obsession with lions.

none of them faced half the crap you did for their bloodlines.

sirius had come to see you, heard you vent about this once again.

“and it’s almost like... i mean i’m not saying you had it easier, you didn’t, it was worse for you in different ways. but, it’s like i have to work so hard to prove i don’t have my families prejudice, because i am a slytherin. you had the argument of a different house to help your case, in school anyway. but i wear the same colour robes my family did, so people never believe me.”

somehow your feelings for fred were brought to the surface of the conversation. maybe that’s what made it harder.

“i’m so tired of having to make them believe me. i’m not a bad person.”

so you didn’t grovel, and try to prove your innocence, because you were well and truly tired of being pre-judged. it wasn’t as if the two of you met on a battlefield. sirius had invited you here. dumbledore approved, he trusted you. you’d never given fred a reason to dislike you.

the boy in question, banished to the other side of the house by his own anger (and shame), was glowering at a wall.

his mum told him his response had been impolite. george told him he was smack out of line.

he knew they were right.

especially when sirius, a man fred had got on with well, had knocked on the door, greeting him with a slight scowl.

“i want you to apologize.”

no beating around the bush.

“i’m not sorry.” lie. you sound like a petulant child.

“yes you are.”

fred blinked.

“i am old enough to recognize the feelings of teenagers. i spent seven years watching my friends fall in and out and in again with love. i watched james pine for lily, i watched them fight. i watched marlene and dorcas take five years to get over their differences.”

fred jested, "sounds creepy.”

sirius smiled, but continued his story, “do you know what marlene and dorcas’ main difference was?"

he shrugged.

“marlene was a gryffindor, dorcas a slytherin, and it took them a good fraction of their lives to move past that. they died young. they spent more time denying their feelings for a school, house rivarly, than the time they got to spend loving each other. we’re approaching a war again, kid. don’t repeat their mistakes. take it from me.”

fred remained uncharacteristically silent for a few minutes, and although it was unsettling, sirius stayed. it was clear the boy had questions.

“your family were death-eaters.”

sirius nodded.

“but they rejected you, for being in the wrong house.”

“correct.”

“if... you’d been a slytherin, and they accepted you... would you have rebelled? or would you have become a death-eater.”

sirius shrugged, “i know why you’re asking, but i have no answer for you. if i was in a different house, i would have a different character, and any alternate character would mean very different decisions. all i can tell you is i know her. you don’t, yet. she is not her bloodline. she's cunning, and ambitious, but her ambition is not to participate in genocide. talk to her. you might be surprised at what you find.”

fred had made up his mind. sirius was right, and he wanted to know you. he wanted to see your stupidly pretty smile, he wanted to cause it, and he wanted to know your favourite things. he wanted to know what made you feel, what made you sleep. he wanted to talk to you.

which proved incessantly difficult, because you were avoiding him like dragonpox. every once in a while, he would catch your eye and you'd blink rapidly before looking away, fiddling with your sleeves.

christmas day rolled around a few days on, and fred still had yet to successfully get you alone. as everyone begun unwrapping their presents, he was only staring at you, waiting for a reaction, hoping you'd know the unlabelled gift was from him.

you did, eyes widening and shooting up to find him in the room, visibly taken aback.

“do you like it?” he mouthed, tilting his head as the firm grip of insecurity tightened his chest.

with your lips slightly parted in surprise, you nodded your head. the same feeling lay at the base of your heart, wondering if it was going to turn out to be a prank.

he jerked his chin towards the kitchen, question in his eyes, and tried to not take your hesitation to heart. especially as you stood up and walked his line of sight. when he was sure nobody else was paying attention, he followed you.

“hey...” he rubbed the back of his neck, the awkwardness between you heavy in the air.

but fred was fred and he still kept eye contact, a steady voice, an easy stance.

“i’m sorry.”

you shrug, “okay.”

the word is uttered so nonchalantly, as though your stomach wasn’t erupting with unruly butterflies.

“do you... could you forgive me?”

“maybe. if you mean it.”

he nodded, “i do. i’d like to know you, actually know you, not think i do.”

“i’d like that.”

—

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@anordinarymuse @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kingshitonly

#starstruckwillows #golden trio era #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #slytherin!reader #pureblood!reader #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #fred weasley hurt/comfort #htc #fred weasley x pureblood!reader #platonic!sirius black x reader #sirius black #platonic!sirius black

[ebullientheart]

sidetrack. aaron hotchner x reader

content — hurt comfort. swearing. mention of hotch’s divorce. gn!reader. short fic. established relationship.

aaron doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice. or sidetrack, by catfish and the bottlemen.

aaron hotchner was an fbi agent. to achieve that, he, like all, had to pass his physical fitness test to go into the field. but he was seriously wondering how effective that was, because as he dived off the bau’s jet and let his feet carry him over the wind to his car, the breath was knocked entirely from his body.

his satnav insisted the bridge was the quickest route home, but it felt longer in the silence. he couldn’t bring himself to slow down and switch on the radio. not when he’d woken to such a simple message from you — “give jack a kiss.” he knew, rationally, that you were just kidding, referring to a photo of jack puckering up to the camera before going to bed. but it set off haley’s last words before she left, and they were knocking at his temples like hammers. you had to be there when he got home. you had to.

aaron turned off home when he was at work, or at least he tried to. sometimes he thought about you telling him that he was everything you wanted. but he strove to keep his mind focused. if he didn’t, all he could think about was losing the life you had together, and that was unacceptable. he never wanted to feel the backlash of you turning from him. he never wanted to feel that way again.

had he been too caught up in work again? he struggled to remember.

everytime he apologised, you’d look at him with this endless patience that he felt undeserving of. he felt too responsible for it all. you promised you’d wait for him. would you wait for him?

the satnav beeped that this was the quickest route. he wasn’t convinced.

at a red light, he rested his head on the steering wheel for a few moments. he’d been short with you the night prior, when you rang to say goodnight, all loving and affectionate, and he’d had little to say back. a sincere whisper of love, but he was sure you were frowning on the other end of the line. it made him go mad to consider you weren’t getting back the endless love you threw at him. aaron needed you to know that he loved you. to really know it.

fuck this. he spun his car into the next lane, pissing off the drivers behind him and his satnav. he switched it off, confident he knew better. he was right. he needed to be with you as soon as possible, to make sure you were tangible. nothing ever good comes when there’s nothing on the line. something you told him a long time ago. did you know he used it like a mantra?

the door opened quietly. he might have been half delirious at that point, but he knew his son was well tucked into bed at this time of night. you probably had a hard time getting him down, he didn’t want your work for be to nothing. and you might be in bed too. he told you he’d be back that night, but he said things like that a lot.

he thought his heart was going to give out, constricting so tightly as he took in the scene before him. you were still wearing your jeans, and one of his college sweatshirts, curled into the sofa with a book hanging loosely from your grasp. you had tried to wait up. you believed him when he said he’d be back.

aaron crossed the carpet, imagining you scolding him for not taking his shoes off first. gently, he took the book and marked the page you were gripping so you wouldn’t lose it. he didn’t mean to wake you up, but your eyes were fluttering open at his movement and the adrenaline coursed through your body as you recognised his face.

before he could get a good footing, you shot up and threw yourself toward him with the energy infected in you by his son. your arms were around his neck and your legs were around his waist. instinctively, he held onto you as he stumbled back, managing to keep the two of you upright as you clung to him, reminiscent of a koala. his hands curled under your thighs as he shifted you slightly off his bad hip, thinking that he definitely needed to check on that fitness test.

“i didn’t mean to wake you, honey, i’m sorry.” he mumbled first, but you covered his mouth with your palm, ignoring the awkward position it put your elbow at. you shushed him lightly and pressed a chaste kiss to his downturned lips.

“no apologies, not right now.”

with his hands occupied, he used his head to make sure you were looking resolutely at him. he needed you to see his words, not just hear them.

“i love you.”

#🤍ebullientheart #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner hurt/comfort #aaron hotch hurt/comfort #htc #hurt/comfort #aaron hotch x reader hurt/comfort #aaron hotchner x reader hurt/comfort #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotch fluff #catfish and the bottlemen

[eastgaysian]

girl who thinks she might have done something terrible x girl who thinks she might have gotten away with it

#TO ME this is a very specific and important dynamic. #htc

[imgs-of-old]

IMAG0182 and 0183 from March 2010

#IMAG #photography #2010 #dog #sniffing #date stamp #HTC #Eris

[never-obsolete]

Computer Power User - September 2007

#2000s #2007 #computer power user #magazine #htc #phone

[foxyou-too]

HTC 10 Wallpapers Leak

#htc #electronics #graphism #wallpaper #stripes #lines #colors #colorful #turquoise #geometric #vivid

[mikec137]

Mägenwil, Switzerland, January 2023

#graffiti #graffiti on trains #trainbombing #trainwriting #trains #sirk #in den günstigsten stunden aber wachen wir auf und erkennen dass wir die meiste zeit träumen #htc #lbc #lapd #mägenwil #switzerland #january #2023

[htcccth]

Bazen bazı çikolataları yemeye kıyamazsın...

#Sivas #vosvos #vosdostum #hTcccTh #hTc #hTccTh #woswos #volskwagen #beetle

[fl4ky-sc3nek1d]

sniffles in my AU is autistic

#htf #htf sniffles #happy tree friends #htc #htc au #happy tree creatures au #headcanon #alucard's headcanons

[fruitiermetrostation]

HTC P3600 (2006)

#2006 #2000s #06 #00s #art #black #cell phone #cellphone #design #graphic design #graphics #green #htc #htc p3600 #microsoft #mobile. #old phone #old tech #phone #photography #tech #technology #white

[starstruckwillows]

♡ good cop, bad cop - n.w ♡

requested by 🐍<3 i absolutely love this, may be my favourite thing i've written in ages

nancy wheeler x fem!reader, tired!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, set before s4, exhaustion, suggestive?

nancy steps in when you're about to fall asleep standing

dustin had started the cop analogy.

in reference to the four older kids that babysat them, there were two pairs. robin and steve, you and nancy. between the two former, there was no distinction. but all the kids agreed that you were good cop, nancy was bad cop.

which is why they begged you to take them to the arcade. you were tired already, and you had an essay to finish writing, but then will said, "please, it's my last week before we move!"

funnily enough, that excuse also had you dragged into the cinema, the park, the wheeler's basement, the park again because el left her bag, and then the library.

by the time you'd dropped them all home, your alarm clock read 10.24pm.

you still had an essay to write.

the rising sun cast shadows through your window, pronouncing the dark half-moons stamped beneath your eyes even further. they cast a slope across your nose in the new light, following the hair spread across the desk you'd fallen asleep at, too exhausted to crawl into your own bed.

a knock at your door stirred you, as you removed a piece of hair from your eyelid via confused blinking.

"c- come in?"

you weren't expecting to see brunette curls around the side of your door, and a perfectly manicured hand leaning against it.

"nance? hi..." you didn't want to be rude and ask what she was doing here, but you were almost definitely sure you didn't have plans today.

she smiled, approaching you and kissing your forehead briefly, "morning, your dad let me up. i've got coffee and bagels."

at the mention of breakfast you sat up properly with a stretch, gladly accepting her offerings.

you yawned, "do you have anything to do today?"

there was still a slightly giddy, affectionate smile on her face, as she let her thumb run a course over the sleepless stains under your eyes. you tried not to lean into her touch, but your deprived brain failed.

"no, darling, i've got the whole day free. we can just relax, unless you're busy?"

you shook your head to indicate your availability and let her move to face your back, arms around your midsection. she noticed the tension in your tired body as she bent down to whisper, a slight rhythm to her voice, "when your parents leave, we've got the whole house and a lot of the day... bet we could come up with some way for you to relax."

despite yourself, you smiled again and leaned into her, curling your hand around her arm, "that sounds good."

not even twenty minutes later, you were curled into a corner of your couch while nancy fiddled with the television. your hair had been brushed, your clothes from yesterday swapped for fresh ones, your face washed and teeth brushed. beginning to feel slightly more alive.

"i'm gonna grab something from the kitchen, i'll be back in a second love."

they didn't even knock. will hung at the back, seemingly unsure about the home intrusion, but clearly powerless to stop it because mike was on a mission.

he stood before you as you sat up and put your best attempt at joy on your face.

"morning guys." you repressed a yawn.

mike waved, "hi. can you drive us to family video?"

you frowned lightly, "can't steve?"

"nah his shift was too early, we weren't up in time."

you bit your lip, picking up your car keys with a sigh, "alright, but he can take you back."

they nodded amicably, will and dustin offering you a speedy thanks. they hadn't noticed nancy in the doorway with her arms folded.

"guys!" she wasn't shouting but there was a clear tone involved, "no, no way. you dragged y/n around all yesterday, and gave her like two hours to sleep. leave her alone."

mike threw his hands up, "nancy! she already said she would."

"don't care, get out. and knock next time you heathen."

grumbling under his breath, her brother shot her the finger, half-smiled at you, and left. dustin, lucas and will trailed after him, mumbling their thanks to you as they went.

chucking your car keys back onto the table they'd rested on previously, you sagged into the sofa. nancy joined you, and her hands went to yours.

"thank you," you were barely whispering, but she was paying enough attention to your lips to figure out what you said.

she didn't answer you in words, simply tugging your head towards her chest and returning your focus to the television.

-----

taglist:

@anordinarymuse @kingshitonly

#starstruckwillows #stranger things #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #fem!reader #nancy wheeler x fem!reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #nancy wheeler fluff #nancy wheeler hurt/comfort #htc #nancy wheeler wlw #wlw #tired!reader #nancy wheeler x tired!reader

[ebullientheart]

migraine. aaron hotchner x reader

content — migraines. bau!reader. brief case talk. fluff. pain meds. blurb. anon request.

aaron is prepared for your migraines to hit.

the team used to theorise that it was the flight which gave you the unbearable, burning headaches. but they hit you even after local cases, so that was ruled out. it hadn’t been your secret for long, not with the profilers you worked with, and especially not when they became debilitating.

“is one coming on?” hotch knew the answer by the way you were rubbing at your temples with one hand and rifling through your go bag with the other. his voice was low so as not to attract the attention of your colleagues, but they were all sleeping or glued to devices anyway.

you just nodded lightly, not feeling like jogging your cranium anymore than that.

frustration was bubbling, and not helping the pain, as you searched for the medication you knew should be in the separated pocket of your bag.

aaron stopped your hand, mumbling, “here.”

he pulled the paracetamol from a small bag within his own. you were hurting too much to try look inside of it, but you didn’t have to as he started listing off offerings, “i’ve got a snap ice pack, water, and headphones, if you want any of those. also, here…”

he carefully undid your collar button, knowing it was probably choking you right now, and turned the lights down from a panel above his head. morgan and prentiss, the only one’s who weren’t asleep, looked up at the change, but saw your grimace and respectfully looked away. hotch worked a blanket around your arms and the sigh you let out was audible when he pressed the ice pack to you. you’d probably feel embarrassed about it later.

it took a while for the pounding to subside into something more manageable, so you could blink without searing pain. you inclined your head closer to him to whisper, “thank you, aaron.”

he seemed surprised at your voice, looking up from his phone screen. he had been angling it away from you so the light didn’t hurt your head further, and as he turned, you could see he’d turned on the blue light filter.

“of course.”

#🤍ebullientheart #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #bau!reader #aaron hotch hurt/comfort #aaron hotch x reader hurt/comfort #aaron hotch x reader #fluff #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner hurt comfort #htc #hurt comfort #aaron hotchner htc #tw migraine #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x bau!reader

[eastgaysian]

still and always thinking about wyllstarion divorce < average succession enjoyer. i prommy that i do also enjoy happy relationships. sometimes. but divorce is just like catnip to me there truly is a secret level of romance that can only happen after divorcing badly. the lingering affection and familiarity of someone you've loved who's loved you AND the distrust and anger between two people who can't possibly coexist on a fundamental level. the monster hunter turned monstrous duke and the monster hiding in plain sight within high society. wyll feeling responsible for what astarion's become and astarion dismissing the idea entirely, not to comfort him but out of pride because he has to believe he made himself. what if i wanted you back but was too proud to admit it. what if i wanted you back but that version of you was gone. what if after everything you were the only person i ever trusted what if you were the person who betrayed my trust in the worst way i'd ever experienced. mfw the castle halls are lonely

#possibility of them being the only two still hanging out in baldur's gate post game. #its not a bluebeards wife situation exactly but it is a little bit. #my wrist has started to hurt a little bit i should probably get in the habit of stretching like. Regularly. #and probably not doodle. for a bit. but i want to UGH #wyllstarion #balls your gay 3 #htc #to me they are girl who thinks she might have done something terrible x girl who thinks #she might have gotten away with it. iykyk

[imgs-of-old]

IMAGE_014 from July 2007

#IMAGE #photography #2007 #ikea #lamp #HTC #Hermes

[geekanoids]

Samsung Galaxy S2 vs HTC Sensation Performance

#Samsung #HTC #Youtube