#i still have all my tshirts and I treasure them greatly

[redrobin-detective]

I would like to preface about the Sherlock Holmes club, it existed before I arrived. It was made by 3 senior girls who wanted an excuse to get together and watch BBC Sherlock. I still remember running up to the table during the club meet and greet and talking a mile a minute about the stories and they’re like “yeah that’s cool but we mostly talk the BBC show”. I loved the club that first year, we watched BBC Shelock and some of the classic Granada stories, even Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century to compare and contrast. 

When they graduated the next year and I was made president (IE... literally there was no one else in the club to do us, it was just us 4) I’m the one who revamped it and made it in a general mystery appreciation club and put so much mental energy, time and energy into creating a cohesive mystery experience so people could learn/enjoy classic detective stories. I made/compiled fun activities, I paid for and hosted a mystery dinner every year, I found easy to read stories and tried to encourage discussion, rented out the local theater to show movies.... and the only people who showed up were my friends who didn’t often want to enage.

I put my heart and fucking soul into the club and no one reciprocated the tiniest amount except when I got tired and caved and just started doing fandom stuff. Its been 5 years and that still stings.

#personal #lil bit of a rant #i did SO MUCH for that club and very few people appreciated it #I guess it was my fault trying to convince people to try and engage in stories they didnt care about #when they were busy with their own work #but like #they'd show up to club meetings not having read the short stories #they brushed aside my projects #I printed off radio play transcripts to have people dress up and act out these silly myserties #and no one wanted to #like sometimes I think back to the sheer amount of effort and love I put into that #and how no one responded and yeah it stings a bit #Also! i made a giant poster of the dancing men code from SH #took me like 2 days to make this thing so we could practice using this famous code #I brought it to a halloween fair and like no one cares #the only thing that was popular was the tshirt making booth at the fair we did #I cut out sherlock/fandom stencils for a freaking week #i still have all my tshirts and I treasure them greatly

[corcking]

Cassidy was lying in the bed and watched Sam sleep next to him. He thought how precious and sweet Sam was. A few memories entered his mind:

‘We broke up again,’ Sam would sigh.

‘I used to date manly man,’ Cassidy would tell Sam. ‘But then later they all turned out to be…’

‘Pigs,’ Sam would assume.

Cassidy would chuckle. ‘Something in that way. One of them was pretty okay. But they really liked to treat me like some sort of a ****’

‘That is unfair.’

Cassidy reached out his hand and ran his fingers up Sam’s torso. The silky skin was mesmerizing and that body was irresistible. They ran up to Sam’s neck and then caressed his hair.

Shorty, Sam inhaled cutely and opened his eyes. Cassidy’s hand on him came into focus for him and he mumbled,

“Cassidy..? What are you doing?”

Cassidy took his hand away. “N… nothing.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows and shuffled further from him.

“Sam, I didn’t mean to –”

“Don’t you even get any ideas with me. I’m still thinking about him.”

“I haven’t… I couldn’t help myself. But I won’t do it again.”

“Okay. That’s good.” Sam pouted and lay on the bed on his side away from him.

Cassidy peered at him in hope. “Do you think you two are going to be back together?”

“I don’t know… I’d like to think that something would change. But maybe… I’m just asking for too much. Maybe he can’t get any better than that.”

“He could, if he really tried.”

Sam shook his head. “You don’t know him the way I do. He’s been through so much. I catch myself forgetting about that. But it still hurts… when I don’t get these things. I know I deserve them.”

“You do. You’re always so sweet to him.”

Sam stroked the pillow. He turned his head to gaze back at him and turned his head back to its previous position.

Ezequiel arrived at Cassidy’s apartment, mentally preparing what he would tell Sam. He knocked. Waiting for Sam to open the door, he remembered the last time he saw Sam storming out with a full suitcase a couple of weeks before.

Sam opened the door. Ezequiel saw a huge spark exploding inside Sam. Sam grabbed Ezequiel’s arm and pulled him towards himself. Ezequiel felt his heart speed up greatly. Sam hastily locked the door and pushed them against the wall for a starving kiss.

They breathed heatedly engaging in the deep kiss, grabbing onto each other as close as possible. Sam made a tender whine into the kiss, barely finding a space to repeat the words:

“I want you to make love to me…”

Ezequiel stared at him for a moment, not being sure how they would do it not disturbing Cassidy. Before he could ask, Sam pulled him towards the closet with plenty of laundry. He shut the door behind them and swiftly perched himself on the washing machine.

They dived into another deep kissing activity. Sam pulled his pants down a little and wrapped his legs around Ezequiel. He reached for a shelf behind himself and grabbed lube. He almost ripped Ezequiel’s pats open impatiently. As he lubed Ezequiel so well, Ezequiel hissed and twitched at the sensation.

They lifted their heads back to each other and breathed excitedly. One swift kiss and Ezequiel was inside him, going fast right away.

Sam almost cried, having missed them being like this so much. He inhaled sharply and moaned.

“Yes, baby.”

He whined, holding onto Ezequiel’s shoulders dearly. Ezequiel watched him with his heart sobbing to never let go Sam again. His body had missed Sam so painfully. Every time there was a contact, there was an overwhelming amount burst of emotions.

He licked and kissed Sam’s neck. Sam threw his head back, closing his eyes and letting out more angelic sounds.

“Oh, ****! Oh, ****!”

He brought himself close to the other and squinted at him, holding himself as close as he could to him.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he whispered passionately.

Ezequiel thrust faster, not breaking an eye contact with him firmly. His stiff moans were completing Sam’s journey back to memory how heavenly it was always to be like this with him.

“Babe, oh, babe.” Sam whined, feeling Ezequiel’s curls against his face, particularly against his lips.

He missed those curls so bad.

He reached down and stroked it. His moans spiked a volume. His hand rushed and his body squirmed, releasing.

The thrusts were sounding so juicy.

“Oh yes, oh yes, baby,” Sam whispered.

Ezequiel cursed, the overwhelming growing greater. He forced himself to control it; otherwise he was afraid he would lose himself. He closed his eyes and moaned. Sam felt it settling inside him and he treasured every moment of it. They panted and held onto each other for a brief minute. Sam lowered his eyes to Ezequiel’s lips and kissed them with love.

He pulled away a little, laid himself on his side down on the washing machine. He took it in his fingers. Ezequiel stood close enough for Sam to take it in his mouth. He licked all around. A precious sound escaped his lips, as he licked it clean and sucked it with adoration.

Ezequiel inhaled deeply and moaned, leaning his head back a bit. His hand got lost in Sam’s hair.

“Sam…” Ezequiel uttered with love.

Sam sat up and they kissed, treasuring the moment.

Soon, they got out of the closet. Ezequiel took his coat off and hang it.

Sam took a couple of steps towards the table. He half turned to Ezequiel and the sight of him spread tingling warmth over his body.

Ezequiel stopped himself and gazed back at him. ‘My Sam’. He couldn’t stop marvelling how special that boy was. The missing and marvelling were mingling strongly inside him. Sam gave an angelic smile.

“Oh. I’ve got something I cooked today.”

Ezequiel walked to the table and sat down at it. Sam walked to the counter. He spooned the potato dish onto plates. He brought them to the table. He smiled brighter, placing it for Ezequiel. Ezequiel returned a warm smile and started eating it. He hid every reaction to it he could.

Sam chuckled a bit and told him,

“You don’t like it, don’t you?”

Ezequiel almost coughed. “No… it-it’s fine.”

Sam giggled and continued eating.

“Cassidy’s been doing a great job, keeping you here,” Ezequiel observed.

Sam looked around the room. “Yeah… I guess he did… But now I don’t have to bottle up my emotions anymore. Can’t wait to be back at your place.”

Ezequiel nodded.

There was a door unlocking. Cassidy walked in with a grocery bag. He was caught off guard, seeing the unexpected guest.

“Oh, Ezequiel.”

“Hey,” Ezequiel greeted quietly.

“Are you, guys, are you, guys… What are you, guys, doing?”

Sam smiled and made his way over to Ezequiel. He took his hand and he stood up. He kissed him and announced cutely,

“I’ll be coming back to his place.”

Placing the bag down on the floor, Cassidy faked an agreeable tone:

“Umm, okay. That’s great. Are you sure about… everything?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Actually...” His eyes sparked and he wrapped his arms around Ezequiel’s shoulders. “I want some more right now,” he breathed against Ezequiel’s lips.

Ezequiel kissed him back, when Sam did.

“Come on,” Sam encouraged gently.

He smirked and led Ezequiel to the bedroom.

“Is… Cassidy okay with that?” Ezequiel glanced back into Cassidy’s side.

“It’s okay. He understands me.”

Sam shut the bedroom door and pulled Ezequiel towards the bed. He began undressing himself. Ezequiel took off his tshirt and the rest, watching Sam to be sure they were allowed to do anything here.

Sam chuckled excitedly, pushing himself onto Ezequiel. They landed on the bed and kissed affectionately. Ezequiel smiled and rolled them over so he was on top. He relished Sam’s neck and then down to his chest, taking in every deliciousness he had missed of the boy. Sam made a mellow sound and said softly,

“I missed you so much. Why do we ever break up?”

Ezequiel paused his numerous kisses. “I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense in my head either.”

Sam cursed and pulled him in for another kiss.

“Are you ready for it? I’m going to be harsh.”

Sam raised his eyebrow. “Babe, come on. You? Being harsh?”

Ezequiel nodded eagerly and pushed Sam’s legs up. Sam made a sharp but mild sound as he felt him inside too fast. He bit his lip and clutched the sheets, staring up at him. Ezequiel brushed his hair all to the other side and thrust right away. Sam let out a sound of surprise and delight.

With each sharp move, Sam stared at him wholeheartedly, exploring some sort of a sensation building inside of him. He longed for this boy to know all his inner struggles. Soon he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and screamed,

“I don’t want to be ****ing away from you anymore! Babe, hold me like you never going to let me go! Tell me what you want to do! Tell me, I’ll do it!”

Ezequiel breathed with a lot of force and yelled back,

“It hurts like hell being apart from you! When t-the… tears are burning my face, and a knife cuts through my chest and heart, I c-can’t ever find a way to live without you. It hurts so so so much to be without you!”

Cassidy paused drinking coffee at the table. He had a shock on his face, realising those two would never be able to be broken apart.

“Wow, they really love each other,” he commented.

Sam saw how much Ezequiel trembled. He grabbed him close. They held onto each other and Sam whispered,

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I should’ve never done it.”

Ezequiel shook his head and replied in the same tone,

“It wasn’t your fa-”

“No, babe. I shouldn’t have been so self-centred. You’ve been through so much. And I’m always asking for so much of you.”

Ezequiel pulled away a tiny bit and laid a couple of gentle kisses on Sam’s face. Sam smiled at the most lovely gesture.

“And you coming here, looking like this…” he continued.

“I look nothing in particular.”

“Cheeky son of a gun.”

Ezequiel sneered, turning his head down.

“You know how you look. Don’t you even pretend.”

Ezequiel kissed Sam’s jaw. Sam held Ezequiel close and Ezequiel rested his head on the other’s chest.

“Babe, why do we even fight?”

Ezequiel shook his head peacefully on Sam’s chest, touching Sam’s hair with his fingers.

“It’s so stupid. I just want us to be always together. I love you, babe.”

“Love you too,” Ezequiel whispered.

Very quiet words escaped Sam’s lips, “Te amo, te amo… te amo.”

Ezequiel kissed Sam’s chest and continued resting on top of it.

[thevictoriousone]

So today marks the anniversary of a very important day to me. Twenty years ago, a book was published that, though they didn’t know it yet, millions would come to love and cherish. I myself wouldn’t discover this book until 3.5 years later, but once I did discover it - wrapped innocently enough in some Christmas-y wrapping paper and sitting unobtrusively under a tree, waiting patiently to be unwrapped - my life was irrevocably changed forever. It might seem silly to those who don’t understand. It’s a book - a children’s book, no less - how could it possibly matter that much? And this is a valid question, one that’s come up in varying forms over the last 16.5 years from friends and family. “You’ll grow out of it,” everyone said. “Other kids won’t think it’s cool once you’re in junior high, so you’ll leave it behind.” The same sentiments were repeated when I entered high school, but like Dumbledore himself, I would just smile knowingly. I understood, you see, and I always have, that Harry Potter was no passing phase in my life, not some silly childish fancy that would disappear with age and maturity. I went to midnight release parties, checked fansites religiously, passed my time rereading the Potter books and books about the Potter books. I went to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter mere days after it opened, and I cried in front of Hogwarts, the real-life realization of so many years of dreaming. I spent my money on robes and wands and tshirts to show off my Potter pride. I learned all the words to A Very Potter Musical and took great pleasure in singing them on band trips with my other Potter friends. I ignored the need for sleep entirely to earn a highly coveted position as a Pottermore Beta Tester. By the time I entered college no one was questioning my love (obsession?) anymore, especially not when I threw a 12-hour Harry Potter bash the day the final film was released the summer after I graduated high school. Then, of course, I promptly joined the LSU Quidditch team, where I was a loyal - if lousy - player for two years, and in which I found a group to belong to during my time at LSU. Two years later would see Michelle and me rereading and dissecting the books like I’d never been able to really do before, something I enjoyed greatly and would love to repeat regularly. I discover something new in them every time. We went to the new area of The Wizarding World that year - Diagon Alley - and it once again blew my mind with a real-life version of things I never thought I’d get to see or experience (I also developed an absolute obsession with frozen butterbeer and spent more money on that than I probably did my park ticket). Even after Alice was born, I helped CHB throw an amazing Harry Potter release party for Cursed Child (which still isn’t canon to me, though it was a fun read), and it was so much fun and a rousing success. And now I have this little girl who loves to read and look at books. She’s curious and happy and vitally interested in everything. She has the looks of a Weasley, the brain of a Granger, and the sass and heart of a Potter. And I have the absolute honor of sharing these books with her as she grows, allowing her this piece of myself that I treasure so much. I can’t wait for the next 20 years of Potter, because they’ll be 20 years I can share with my daughter, which will make the books all the more special to me as time goes on. After all that time, my answer will still be always, and all will be well. Thanks, Jo. For everything.

#Harry Potter #books #booklet #potterhead #after all this time #always #all was well #Harry Potter anniversary #Sorcerer's Stone #Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone #Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone #Philosopher's Stone #jk rowling