#don't fuck with hippos

[undead-knick-knack]

Chetney once again trying to get Ashton to indirectly say they love him

#critical role #cr3 #cr c3 #critrole #critrole memes #bells hells #bell's hells #chetney pock o'pea #ashton greymoore #pock o'moore #ashton x chetney #chetney x ashton #don't fuck with hippos #they will annihilate you with no hesitation #cr spoilers #fake texts #text messages #cr memes #cr shitpost #courtesy of me #cr campaign three #crit role #critrole meme

[missionel]

woe, punch out doodle page be upon ye

i drew all of the powii guys :] this was my first time drawing most of em, so this was mainly just practice to start getting their designs down. i was also having fun with a doodle page format here (which i absolutely love experimenting with)

(oh btw, i am absolutely open for doodle requests :3 i love drawing but i never have any motivation rip)

#punch out #glass joe #von kaiser #disco kid #king hippo #piston hondo #bear hugger #great tiger #don flamenco #aran ryan #soda popinski #bald bull #super macho man #mr sandman #i usually don't tag everyone but fuck it #this was so fun and i absolutely need to draw more PO stuff #ymgb rambles #unsalted art

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday/Last Line Challenge 🌻

Last night, there I am, lovingly thinking of having enough energy to write on my current WIPs, when @pirrusstuff and I start discussing cowboy boots. Specifically ones with sunflowers on them. And that, friends, is how we ended up here. Please accept this brain dump of words in which Buck is the local livestock vet that Eddie Diaz absolutely cannot stand, but is forced to deal with.

“Bobby.” Eddie’s tone borders on a whine. “There’s nothing else you can do?” “‘Fraid not. I’ve pulled out every trick I know. Ya gotta call him.” Bobby pauses for what Eddie’s certain is only dramatic effect. “Unless, of course, you want her to get an infection or, more realistically, die.” Eddie sighs and lets his head drop between his shoulders. He knows Bobby’s right, even had a feeling it might come to this before Bobby started throwing him nervous glances when Lola didn’t appear to be progressing. Unfortunately, now, there’s no time to waste on Eddie’s petty grudge.   Without looking up from where he’s crouched next to his very pregnant, very distressed mare, Eddie holds his hand out expectantly.   “Already dialed for you,” Bobby says, a little too smugly, handing him the phone.   “‘Lo?” The familiar voice answers, sounding like he’s chewing. Logically, Eddie knows it’s just coincidental timing, but it still feels like a purposeful slight. ���Buckley, I’ve got a mare in labor, stalled. Between me and Nash we’ve tried everything we can think of, but we’re gonna need a hand here.”   There’s a long pause that would make him think they got disconnected except for the loud crunching.  “Huh,” Buck finally says. “So there is something you can’t do.” “Are you coming or not?” Eddie spits back. He can practically hear the smirk forming on Buck’s lips.  “Don't worry, sunshine. Be right there.” 

Tagged by my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy @hoodie-buck @buddierights @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1

no pressure tagging mi amor @disasterbuckdiaz @callmenewbie @giddyupbuck @wikiangela @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @lemonzestywrites @steadfastsaturnsrings @weewootruck @malewifediaz @thekristen999 @loserdiaz @heartshapedvows @underwater-ninja-13 @fortheloveofbuddie @eowon @jesuisici33 @apothecarose @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @shortsighted-owl @stereopticons @elvensorceress @spagheddiediaz @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @911onabc @the-likesofus @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @pirrusstuff @messyhairdiaz @gayedmundodiaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @evaneds @maygrantgf @buckbuckgoose @statueinthestone and anyone else who wants to share 💖

#sobs quietly #please i cannot have more WIPs #also i don't know a thing about horses or their care #hippos do not know the ways of equine #this should be interesting #buddie wip #eddie really hates buck's stupid face #and the stupid sunflowers on his stupid cowboy boots #why does that idiot have to be the only vet in town? #at least he's competent #and his ass looks amazing in those jeans #and oh shit does eddie *really* hate him? #i think we all know the answer to that #hippo writes #fuck it friday #fic: sweetest of the sunflowers

[datshitrandom]

 ♡

#i've never done this “tw screenshot” thingy #BUT #1) they called blaine pookie #pOOKIE !!!! #i hereby dub thee #blaine pookie anderson #and 2) of course the darren criss effect is fUCKING REAL !!! #his cough syrup and sowk covers changed so many lives #so many souls #and don't make me start on sexy hippo #or homework #sorry i don't have a tw fan acc anymore and needed to say something lol #glee #blaine anderson #aka pookie #random posts

[praetorqueenreyna]

Prey was great but now I want a Predator movie where the Predator gets dropped in Africa and gets absolutely annihilated by large herbivores

#LIKE the predator ripping apart the bear was COOL don't get me wrong #but a grizzly has NOTHING on a hippo #the predator uses his lil dart thingy on a cape buffalo and it just bounces off that forehead armor #large herbivores are just ready to throw down #way more than large carnivores #The predator is trying to heal his wounds from being partially digested by an enraged hippo #and just gets stepped on by an elephant #he's like 'WHAT THE FUCK THIS PLACE SUCKS' #THEY AREN'T EVEN HUNTERS THEY'RE JUST HURITNG ME FOR FUN

[ithidunes]

im changing my mind on this panel but it still turned out good, so here.

new comic chapter on its way soonish..... 👀

#metempsychosis #theron #not saying how soon is soonish bc don't wanna jinx myself lol but ive got a bunch of stuff in the works and its very exciting! #also waiting on computer to stop Trying To Fucking Die sooo. lol. depending on how long it takes to fix up i might have to. rrrgh. #figure out a new format for speech bubbles and stuff. which annoys me on a “rah consistency” level but being able to do the whole workflow #on a singular device would probably help anyways so i may just have to bite the bullet on that one eventuallyyyyy #ps listen to LP3 by Hippo Campus its good

[acearohippo]

Me when Abigail first dropped: ha ha, gaslight gatekeep girlboss 🤪🤪

Me now, after seeing Jin Yuyao's backstory w/her: 🤺you🤺f*ckin🤺GROOMER🤺 SHE WAS A CHILD YOU B*TCH 🔪🔫🤬🤜🏽💥

For reference, 13 years ago, Abigail was 22 and Jin Yuyao was 13. Thirteen years old, and she was "best friends" with this woman? 🤨🤨 absolutely no way. Screw this bitch, I hope her company fails and she gets excommunicated from the Family or somefin, idk.

#the hippo speaks #dislyte #I'mma still use her if i get her but Abigail is officially on my f*ck off forever list🤬 #don't 🤬 fucking 🤬 hurt 🤬 CHILDREN #so fucking angry right now #abigail dislyte #jin yuyao dislyte #gods i love this game tho #they are NOT SHY with expanong the narrative with young kids #too many stories exclude or barely brush on the horrors of the world through children's eyes #but NOT DISLYTE #love how much they include children in both bad and good situations #feels so lively even if the writing is still a work in progress

[once-was-muses]

anonymous | Misc. Asks

If you're so smart, Mr. Knowledge God, then you should be able to tell us what kind of animal Set is supposed to be. eue

"Has it ever occurred to you that the God of Chaos and Confusion may have invented his own animal persona? Did you stop to consider the possibility of the so called 'Set animal' being a chimeric fabrication? Even once, have you taken into account that we are all shapeshifters to one degree or another?"

#They're Listening... : asks #(Another) Unknown Entity : anonymous #Scribe of the Gods : Thoth #[ I'm sorry it's always annoyed me that rarely if ever do people acknowledge The Way That He Is™️ ] #[ when debating what kind of animal Set is represented as. ] #[ like besties!!! he turned himself into a fucking giant red hippo once! I don't think he's above mixing and matching! ] #[ he's a donkey-jackal-rat-aardvark that's also a demon (the Egyptian kind) and his own thing entirely final answer ]

[hippo-in-a-blouse]

PSA

Bout to get this pussy blown out with food.

#I will gain a ton overnight #I don't like exercise #I don't give a fuck #I will regret this later #Lipo in my future 💋 #Chicken tenders can take me #Mexican food devoured by a Mexican #Fork spotted in the kitchen #Hippo tings ✨️

[ryansventbloghehe]

one time when I was in 3rd grade my friend accidentally threw a ball that landed on my glasses (specifically the part over my nose bridge). I ended up crying and this kid asked me, I kid you not, "why are you wearing glasses to gym?"

Keep in mind, even at the time, I COULDN'T EVEN MAKE OUT NOSES, EYES, OR MOUTHS without my glasses, even with them it was blurry.

Excuse me what the fuck???? Are you stupid???????? 😭���????

#her dad owns a Tesla that almost ran over my mom but it stopped because of the self driving stuff #she's also called my friend a hippo... #yeah just shitty overall #Nowadays I usually don't wear my glasses unless necessary because they're always dirty which fucks with my astigmatism #And that's always fun #vent? #idk tbh #glasses #astigmatism 😻 #myopia is my bbg 🤑 #anyway this girl is also really abelist so um #abelism #fatphobia #funni silli stori 😸😸😸😸

[another-emotional-wreck]

i cant wait to leave this house lmao

#it's honestly not even that bad compared to some people I know #shit some of my friends have way worse situations that mine #but im so tired of having to take care of everything all the time #and being so sad and anxious and stressed #i just wanna be able to be a teenager and enjoy what little time I have left in high school #its not fair cause everyone around me gets to just be normal #even my own fucking siblings #whole time this seasonal depression is kicking my black ass and it feels like I cant even fully explain it to anyone #and i wanna cry about it but the tears literally wont come out lmao #so im listening to buttercup by hippo campus instead #which kinda helps ngl #but everything thats happened lately #idk ive been tryna stay okay for the past few years and between the depression and (likely) autism it's taking such a huge toll #i feel like my brain needs to throw up or something #even my best friend doesnt seem to get it and ik its not her job to provide me with therapy or anything and that shes trying #but i feel so fucking lonely lmao #and my moms birthday was this past Saturday so that was a thing #idk #i just wanna sleep for a really long time i think #cause rn i feel like my mental state is close to how it was freshman year and i actually don't think ill make it if i end up back there #lolz #anywhoo #im totally being dramatic its all good #lee rants #lee rambles

[blackopals-world]

Writer!Yuu: Do you guys have animals you don't like.

Marine Biologist!Yuu: Fucking pelicans. I've seen one swallow one of my goslings alive. They follow no God, no beliefs, only the hunger of their disgusting God-forsaken cursed maw.

Writer!Yuu: Okay...I'm going to remind you that you explore the horrors of the ocean. I'm 100% sure you've seen worse.

Marine Biologist!Yuu: have you ever heard a baby bird scream as they are swallowed whole? No? Then shut up.

Writer!Yuu: What about you?

Vet!Yuu: You'd think it would be hippos but it's chimps. I hate chimpanzees.

Writer!Yuu: Why?

Vet!Yuu:(thousand yard stare) Have you ever seen a chimp attack? Sure hippos can crush you, buffalo can impale you, but chimps...chimps are smart. Smart enough to know how to torture their victims and they do...they do.

Writer!Yuu: Okay! Someone else.

Nurse!Yuu: Humans.

Vet!Yuu: (nodding) Humans.

Marine Biologist!Yuu:(sighing) Humans.

#writer!yuu #marine biologist!yuu #vet!yuu #nurse!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland x reader

[autumnsnuggling]

"I Have a Room Here"

Thanks to @stargazing-enby for the screaming, @rei382 for the alpha, and @annanother-thing for the beta!

2.5k words. TW: Minor panic attacks. Draco has anxiety.

“I have a room here,” he blurts out. 

He’s in the hallway, making his way out of the building when he sees him entering. Sees his eyes widen in recognition. Sees his carefully constructed world set to crumble around him. 

 “I— I mean I live here. Now. I’m not here illegally, or doing anything dodgy. While I'm—” His leg jigs. “I— I have a room here and I like it and I can't move, please don't make me.”

He frowns, and it's almost convincing, almost makes him believe he's not just a lion lying in the grass, waiting to pounce.

“I'm not here to make you leave. I have a room here too. I moved in last week. Ask the landlord.” He regards Draco for a moment. “I couldn’t make you move if I wanted to, Draco.” He pauses, as though for effect. Draco’s skin crawls. “And I would never want to do that.”

He knows it's a lie, that it’s just a matter of time, but he nods and scarpers anyway, door slamming too loudly behind him.

*

“Oh.” Draco claps a hand to his mouth, heart pounding when emerald eyes land on him. 

“No, wait—” he calls, and Draco curses the way his entire body freezes. 

“You don’t have to leave. Just— come and do your laundry. I’m almost done anyway.”

He can’t keep from chewing his cheek whilst loading the machine. And then his change won’t fit in the slot. And then the air, too humid and sweet and dizzying, starts to close in around him.

“Er, Malfoy—”

“Shut up.”

He can feel him staring, can imagine the self-righteous look, can hear the taunt in his voice. 

“I just—”

“No.”

His eyes sting, his fists clench, and the stupid coin keeps hitting the steel slot.

“Please, can I—?”

“Just leave.”

He’s wailing and he knows it, but a moment later there’s a sigh and slow footsteps recede, and he finally takes a shaky breath. 

On the next try, the coin clunks into the machine. 

“You weren’t in so I signed for your parcel,” he says.

Scowling isn’t polite in these situations, but it’s all he can do right now. 

“Th—thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he shrugs slightly. Draco fiddles with a bit of brown tape. “You can look at me, you know. I’m not going to burn your retinas with my ugliness.”

The forced lightness in his voice fails to hide a deeper ring of something, and it’s unmooring. He never used to play games like this, and it makes Draco’s hair stand on end.

“If that’s all…”

There's a beat, but then he sighs heavily. “Yeah, that’s all.”

*

“Hey, Malfoy, you’re okay.” 

He’s not okay, how can he be okay? He can’t find his keys and he dropped his change and his coat is too old so rain’s dripping down his back and there were all these kids and where the fuck are his keys—

“Draco.” 

He blinks, bright eyes suddenly there while warmth holds his elbows. Which appear to be shaking.

“I’ve got you, breathe with me, okay?”

He can barely swallow, let alone breathe, but he chases that voice regardless, the praise so kind his knees tremble and ungodly noises crawl up his throat. 

“Better?” 

Too much time has passed when he asks, and now too much tiredness weighs down each slower, steadier breath. Bronze hands still hold him gently, and he squirms at the wetness on his face. 

“I— I have to go.”

*

His smile is tentative yet blinding, and his ‘Hey,’ is low and private, like they’re sharing a secret instead of passing on the stairs. 

“I got your note.” He stops, so Draco has to stop too, right on the stain on the carpet. It looks like a hippo from this angle.

“You’re welcome, Draco.”

It sends shivers down his spine, hearing his name like that, and he sounds so real, so genuine, he can’t stop his eyes from flicking back to his. They’re just as dazzling as ever, and happier than should be humanly possible. He feels his cheeks heat.

“I want you to know, I’ll always help you if I can. So, if you need something, just—” he shrugs, “knock on my door.” Then, when Draco’s brow pinches, as it always does, “I mean it, Draco. I’m not going to make you move. You can trust me.”

And when his voice is so gentle, he really wants to believe him.

*

“Fuck, sorry.”

Footsteps run towards him as he bends to pick up the apple.

“Apparently one of my shopping bags broke, and, well, decided to attack my neighbours with fruit.”

“Maybe they’re trying to escape your horrendous hair.”

His bark of laughter covers Draco's choke at his reckless words, and Draco's stomach does a weird flippy thing at the sound. 

“Maybe.” His grin could light up an entire city. “It’s either that or it’s trying to escape the crumble it’s destined for.”

Crumble. His mouth waters, and from the quirk of his lips, it’s far too obvious.

“You could come over for some, if you wanted?”

“Uh— I— I don’t— Um—”

He chuckles softly, and it shouldn’t sound fond. 

“Just think about it,” he says, and there’s that soft, too-beautiful-to-be-real smile making his head spin again. “I’ll save you a bit.”

*

He swallows hard. “I'm returning your bowl.”

“I can see that,” he grins too easily, lounging against his door frame. “Did you enjoy it?”

Too much. “It was pleasantly surprising.”

The answering laugh curls his toes and flips his stomach. “I'm honoured to receive such high praise.”

“Don't get used to it.”

“Oh, no,” he smirks. “Of course not.”

Draco bites his lip as the silence extends, hands too empty, cheeks growing hot.

“I could make some tea, if you'd like?”

It's quieter than the other requests—more gentle. Devoid of all pressure but cushioned by tentative hope, and Draco begins to want. 

“Not yet,” he murmurs, tongue too traitorous for his heart. But he gives a light huff, and through his lashes, Draco glimpses that sugar-sweet smile.

“Okay, not yet.” And it's a promise Draco knows he'll have to keep. 

*

The bass drums through the walls, into his skull, and his fingers clench.

'Get some space. Take a break,' his head whispers. But outside is too dark, and his chest tightens.

'It's just a bad night. Just one party.’ He tells himself, trying to stay calm. Then fails when his thoughts run away from him.

His feet landing in his hall tell him he's moved, as do his shoes, now on his feet, and his jacket in his hand, but he can't tell how they got there. Someone knocks on the door before he reaches it.

“Sorry, I didn't want to startle you,” he says, hair wild enough for birds to nest in and just as cozy. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with— this.”

He doesn't mean to whimper, or sway on the spot, but another shriek of laughter lances through him and it's so loud it hurts. 

“Obvolvere,” he murmurs, and then it's barely there, just a distant thud beneath his feet, and his eyes flutter closed.

“Thank you.”

He says it before he can think through the lingering buzz, but he can't summon the energy to care. 

“It's nothing.” His molten emeralds shine only with concern, and for the first time in months, he feels cared for. “Get some sleep, Draco.” 

“Wait—” He blinks, panic hissing at the threat of him leaving. “Um, would— would you like— t—tea?”

A slow smile warms him from the inside out.

“I'd love some.”

—

“You should sleep.”

He knows this. Knows from the way his eyes are heavy and itchy and weeping. Knows the disappointment at the idea of letting him leave, the fear of the noise—the gap between them—returning.

“You're one to talk.”

Potter snickers, and it's unfairly pretty. “I'm not the one falling asleep on his sofa.”

“Hmm.” It's all he can say, eyes drifting closed once again. 

“C'mon,” he murmurs, and then there's a hand, solid but gentle, at his elbow. “Bed.”

He stumbles willingly into Potter's solid warmth and sighs. Safe.

“I won't come in,” Potter murmurs, chivalrous to the core. “Just wanted you to get some decent rest.”

“Will you—? Um, I mean, when will—? Can we—?” His brow hurts from wrinkling.

“Can I come see how you slept, tomorrow?”

He shivers at the care in his voice.

“Yes.”

*

He's always kept his word. Draco knows this—scorned him mercilessly for it in a previous life. Yet still his heart leaps, relieved, when Potter smiles at him as he opens his door.

“Hey,” Potter breathes, and butterflies, beautiful and wild, explode everywhere in Draco's chest. 

“Hi.“

*

“A movie I wanted to watch just came out on video,” Potter says. “Want to watch it together?” 

Draco barely knows what movies are. He nods immediately. 

Potter’s too-bright smile is impossible not to return, Draco’s stomach jumping like the kernels of corn Potter shoves in the microwave. They smell almost as good as him. 

“Okay,” Potter soon sits beside him, remote in one hand, bowl of popcorn in another. He flashes Draco another smile, a hint of nerves hiding in the dimples of his cheeks. “I hope you like it.”

He nods, knowing he won’t be able to focus on anything but the warmth coming from just centimeters away.

The buttery smell emanating from the bowl is too alluring, and after Potter’s crunched on a few mouthfuls, it seems socially appropriate to reach for some popcorn too. His fingers brush Potter’s. Electricity crackles on his skin. 

“After you,” Potter murmurs, his smile as sweet as the kernels. Draco thinks kissing him would be even sweeter.

*

His mouth waters at the scent wafting from the oven, and he bites his nails. 

The last three haven’t been right—too burned; too flat; too bland. But this one smells dangerously promising. 

He still jumps when the timer dings, despite watching the final seconds tick down, and the heat of the oven takes his breath away. But these lemon cupcakes are golden, springy, and perfectly risen. 

He flits from the sofa to read, to the radio, to the bathroom to clean whilst waiting for them to cool, then painstakingly slathers on the lemony icing. Once they’re arranged just so on a plate, he sucks in a deep breath, hesitantly walking up the corridor.

“I made cupcakes,” he blurts as soon as the door starts to open, Potter’s face not yet fully in view. Potter’s kind chuckle threatens his already shaky grip on the plate.

“I can see that. They look amazing.” Potter leans forward, inhaling deeply. Draco curses the heat rushing to his cheeks. “I could make some tea for us both, if you want?”

Heart rabbiting in his chest, he nods once. “Y-yes, please.”

Potter’s beam warms him down to his toes. 

*

Cooler air teases at his cheeks, the first hues of autumn painting the leaves. He burrows further into his thick scarf, letting his eyes fall closed.

“You look so cozy,” Potter audibly smiles as scuffed his trainers crunch on the gravel path.

“Not everyone can be a walking radiator,” he snips, knowing the scarf doesn’t hide his smile at Potter’s chuckle.

“Well excuse me for having good circulation and a bit of meat on my bones.” A shoulder knocks into Draco’s, then stays much closer than before. He has to remind himself to breathe.

“You’re not excused.”

Potter’s laugh seems to dance on the breeze, loud, and carefree, and infectious, and Draco wants to bottle the sound; to clutch it close and bask in it. Then the shoulder knocks into him again, and this time long, sure fingers hook around his gloved ones, halting the earth in its path. 

“Hmm, what if we get a hot chocolate and a cinnamon bun?” Potter asks, low and private. “Would I be excused then?”

Tentatively intertwining his fingers with Potter’s, Draco forces his voice to stay steady.

“We’ll have to see, won’t we.”

*

“I should probably get going,” Harry frowns. “Apparently, I have to be up in the morning.”

“However will you cope?” Draco rolls his eyes, his heart sinking slightly all the same. 

“Your kind words support me endlessly, did you know?” 

Draco pokes his tongue out. Still, the warmth of Harry’s leg pressed against his disappears, and he rushes to stand too. To delay the inevitable. Harry just smiles, slots their fingers together. Squeezes tight. 

“I’ll come round tomorrow? After 3?” he asks, standing in front of the open door but facing Draco, emerald eyes sparkling and kind and reassuring. 

“After 3,” Draco nods. “And we’ll make pasta?”

“We will,” Harry promises. “I’ve already got the garlic bread.”

“Good.”

The seconds stretch into more, but his grasp on Harry’s hands never wavers, and neither does Harry’s smile. Then those emerald eyes flicker lower, to Draco’s lips, and Draco’s breath stutters.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Draco,” Harry murmurs again, lower this time, closer too. Draco’s vision clouds as Potter creeps into his space. Just close enough for soft, plush lips to brush against his.

Draco just stands, still as a statue, barely breathing. 

He manages to gulp as Harry leans back, wanting to melt back against Harry’s lips. 

“T-tomorrow.”

*

“Cuppa?” Harry asks over his book. His hair is mussed from lying down on the sofa. Draco wants to run his hands through it.

“Cuppa,” he says, stretching. “I’ll help.”

A hand finds his, warm and soft, guiding him up from his seat and safely into the kitchen. His grasp feels empty when Harry lets go and moves towards the kettle, but he turns to dig out some mugs anyway. Harry always came back.

There are teabags already plucked from the barrel and waiting when he turns around again, and a hand on the centre of his back tells him Harry’s reaching for a teaspoon, while he gets the milk. 

“We make a good team,” Harry murmurs close to his ear, an arm snaking around his waist. 

“Hmm. Maybe you’ve just been stalking me,” he whispers back, leaning into him. 

“Always,” Harry grins, pressing his lips to his temple.

*

Warmth. Endless warmth is all he knows as he slowly floats into consciousness. 

“Morning, gorgeous,” Harry’s sleep-husky voice rumbles in his ear. 

“Mm,” he moans into Harry’s chest, purring when fingers stroke through his hair. “Too early.”

He grumbles when Harry snickers, jostling him unfairly, but then the arms holding him in place tighten around him, and maybe he can forgive the indiscretion. 

“So I guess I’m not allowed to go to the toilet yet, either?” Harry asks. Draco wraps his legs more firmly around him.

“Message received,” Harry chuckles again, lips close enough to graze his forehead. Draco sighs approvingly when they stay there; a prolonged kiss. 

Long seconds, minutes, or hours later, his hand finds Harry’s jaw, thumbing gently over the stubble that’s grown in, then leans up to capture Harry’s lips with his. 

“I really like our room,” he murmurs. 

Harry smiles against his lips, giving him another sweet kiss back.

“Me too.”

#autumnsnugglingwrites #my writing #drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #hpdm #harry potter x draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #dmhp #harry potter #draco malfoy

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley who's just uploaded her first smut fic!!! Go check it out!

I really did say "fuck it" today and started a new wip. Don't look at me. This one is forecast to be short and sweet though so check back with me in a couple of days when it's over 10k and consuming my life!

Buck wasn’t moping. Certainly not. He doesn’t mope. Not at all. Not even if it’s been a whole 24 hours since he last saw his boyfriend. The relationship is still new and exciting enough that he wants to spend all his time wrapped up in those strong arms and forget about everything except the soft lips pressed to his forehead. He doesn’t want to come across as clingy though. It’s always been a bit of an insecurity of Buck’s, that people will thing he’s a bit, well, much. So, instead of grabbing his phone and scrolling through his contacts until he finds his boyfriends number so he can call him and beg to come over, Buck throws himself on his couch and begins to aimlessly scroll through the daytime television options, until he finally settles on Married at First Sight. He's just gasping at the first dinner party (one of the brides stormed out in tears!) when his phone begins to buzz. Thinking that finally, finally, his beloved is calling and asking to hang out, Buck throws himself at his phone hands shaking with excitement as he turns it over and reads the caller ID. Christopher Diaz. Ah well, the next best thing it is then. “Hey, Chris!” Buck answers, trying not to let his initial disappointment show in his voice. He’s got all the time in the world for this kid, even if he’s becoming a moody teenager with a wit that’s as sharp as a whip, just like his father. “Hey Buck! Are you doing anything today?” Christopher’s voice is a little tinny through his phone’s speaker, cracking a little. It’s hard to tell if it’s the shitty service he sometimes gets if the wind is blowing in a funny direction, or if Christopher’s voice has started breaking. He suspects it’s the latter, based purely off the phone call he’d received a couple of days prior where Eddie had spent the entire call giggling down the phone about how Christopher had cracked a massive high during an argument about screen time. Buck hums, pretending to think. “Hmmmm, my diary looks pretty booked. Says right here that I’ve got to watch three episodes of crappy reality tv and then eat loads of fried chicken. I’m swamped.” “Buck,” Christopher says flatly and Buck laughs, loud and ringing through the loft. “I’m only kidding. What’s up, kid?” “The baby hippo has finally born at the zoo and we have to go see it! Can you come over today, please?” Buck can practically picture Christopher bouncing up and down with excitement as he relays this information. Despite months of insistence that he’s “too old for the zoo”, Christopher has been eagerly following their resident hippo’s pregnancy, sending Buck updates as fast as the zoo will come out with them. Really, he’s been grooming Buck for this trip for months. “What does your dad have to say about this?” Buck asks, already knowing the answer. “He says it’s fine as long as you’re up for it,” comes the reply, and Buck doesn’t miss the almost pleading edge to Christopher’s voice. “Pleaaaase, Buck? A baby hippo!” “Okay, okay, okay!” Buck laughs, hauling himself off the couch and collecting his keys. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Buck hangs up the phone and rushes around the loft to collect his keys, a hoodie and a bottle of water, all previous thoughts of despair about the lack of contact from his boyfriend gone from his mind at the prospect of seeing his two favourite people.

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#hi look I can write something other than smut or freezing boys #strap yourself in for a few thousand words of pure tooth rotting fluff #and baby hippos #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #911 #eddie x buck #usercam

[homunculus-argument]

The older I get, the more I feel bad for the kids still in their edgy fatalistic pessimist phase. I mean man, did it suck being 14 going "pessimism is just realism, hoping for better things to happen just makes you suffer." Like sweetheart, being alive makes you suffer. Life hurts sometimes, it just fucking does that. You don't protect yourself from heat, frost, stubbing your toe or random death by hurting inside your head too.

This species has survived this far with the trial and error of idiots who were pretty sure that whatever they're about to try could work. Even whenever 9 out of 10 of those idiots died, their survival rate was still better than those who didn't try anything at all, and simply all died.

A good chunk of life is suffering. That is inevitable. A lot of suffering is caused by stupid bullshit. Stupid bullshit is also an inevitable part of life. If you do not engage in your own stupid bullshit, someone else's stupid bullshit will find you anyway. You're not smarter than everyone else for refusing to engage in stupid bullshit, that does not save you from suffering.

Sneering at the joy of others does not protect you from pain. Nothing will. Life is pointless, meaningless, and absurd, but the good part is that you can be that, too. Cut and dye your hair into a lime green tonsure and get at tattoo of a hippo getting devoured by a hot dog. You can't be immortal but you can at least be confusing.

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝔐𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢

Characters: Takashi Mitsuya x Reader, Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Takemichi Hanagaki, rest of Toman mentioned

Warnings: Swearing, bitches messy asl, idek girl this shit jus came to me

A/N: Italics= other girl

"Bitch, you look like a fucking mutt, bitch."

Right now, you and Toman were on the way to see a movie. You sure as hell was not getting on no motorcycle, so ya'll were walking.

However, comma, dumbass Takemichi had to use the restroom even after you told everyone to go before ya'll left.

So, ya'll stopped at a park so he could go. While ya'll was waiting, some little girl wanna come up and flirt with your man.

At first, you was side-eyeing her and rolling your eyes, like bitch, get the fuck on.

You brushed it off, cause you know you and Mitsuya are locked in for real. Besides, everyone could tell he wasn't feeling her at all.

Now, not once during this whole ordeal was you ever disrespectful towards that little girl, but she wanna be rubbing on his arm and shit. So, you had to do something. As politely as you could muster, you said, "Uhm ion think my man wants you touching all on him like that..."

And you gently pushed her crusty hands off him. Then, she wants to go and get disrespectful and say, "Don't touch me, you musty bitch."

Okay, now you're upset.

Then, Mitsuya, being the gentleman he is, says "You need to watch your mouth. I really wasn't interested anyways.." And shrugs her off.

Then, for some reason, she wanna go off on you.

"Bitch, please. You look like Freddy Krueger. I really should beat your ass."

Mitsuya, already knowing something was about to happen, was already between the two of you and pushing you back.

That aint do shit, though, cause all you did was yell over his shoulder.

"Nigga, you should not be talking, ho. You got a whole seafood boil in your panties." At this point, you was reaching over his shoulder tryna grab her, cause she wanna fight, right? But Mitsuya was not having it. Nigga was holding you back, tryna talk you out of fighting that little girl.

At that, the bitch was just standing there, not doing nothing, but she wanted to talk all big and bad, so you called her out.

"Bring yo Hungry, Hungry, Hippo looking ass over here, bitch. You aint slick. I thought you wanted to beat my ass?"

Now she wanna walk up, (still a safe distance away, cause the bitch scary as fuck) and start putting her hands in your face.

"Bitch, you're scary, you're terrifying, ho! Run up, get done up, bitch! I'm like that."

You for real gotta look at her like she dumb, cause she can clear as day see you're being held back. "Bitch, you look like a fucking mutt, bitch. You see he's not letting me go. Don't try and play that."

At this point, you're done arguing with a stupid ho, so you let Mitsuya take you back to the rest of Toman.

Everybody else brought they girlfriend too, so they was ready to fight, cause the bitch on the phone talking bout some, "let me call my friends." like bitch, you and yo friends can get it.

You see Takemichi is back, and everyone was ready to go. Except for Nahoya and Baji, who had one arm around their girlfriends, and was recording the fight with the other. You roll your eyes at them and smile.

"Ya'll ghetto as fuck." you laugh, smacking their heads.

"Aint you fighting with some girl in public?" Baji points you out.

"For real." Nahoya backs him up.

"Nah, cause she wasn't ready for this work." You giggle and go to hold Mitsuya's hand.

"Come on so we can go see this movie."

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