My middle school went through four art teachers in three years (the most recent promised she’s stubborn and will stay but anyway) the second of which was named Mr. Fox. He came in halfway through our sixth grade year when Mrs. Bell left us to teach high schoolers. He had a glass eye and an obsession with evolution. The first class we picked spirit animals which was slightly cool, and then he made us invent a language or a code, even cooler, and me and my best friend still use ours. Then he started getting weird. He taught us human history essentially one day at a time, not one school day, one day in history. “And today we’re going to learn about this bone this dude found, tomorrow we’ll learn how he picked it up wow!” He showed us three minutes of 2001 a space odyssey and gave us a thirty page packet on ancient civilization. Again, he was an ART teacher. E was weirder with the older kids. He popped out his glass eye to show people and he cussed in front of the seventh and eighth graders until someone recorded him and he once took a child’s painting, gave it to someone else, and told them to paint over it and make a better one. He was fired that summer and moved to Virginia.
okay, so an anon submitted this almost 10k word essay to me on harry and they said some things that really needed to be said and heard, gave some great thoughts on harry, and an amazing analysis on his album and yall should defs read it so here it is!!
The Too Long Essay that I Wrote because I Love Harry Styles and He Deserves the Entire World
To explain the reasoning behind this literal essay, I was speaking in front my speech class about all the things I admire about Harry and why I look up him because we had to talk in front of the class for five minutes about who we look up to and why blah blah blah and as I finished explaining why I looked up to the fabulous Harry Styles, half the class thought it was a joke because he was in a boyband and got his start on a tv show so he didn’t have to actually work for anything like other artists who worked from the ground up. I had to legitimately bite my tongue to not get defensive and start an argument because I so strongly admire the amount of work Harry puts into his career and into himself. So I instead wrote it all down to soothe my anger and this is a long essay about how hard Harry works, why I love him, why he loves us, why his album is absolutely beautiful (this is me preparing you for a short analysis on the album), why harry deserves everything in the world, and why all the people who “hate” him are really missing out on a good idol to look up to.
First, I’m going to talk about his general personality which we all adore and are naturally very jealous of. If you’re not jealous, you’re lying to yourself. Harry is just naturally very charming and charismatic and motivated and kind and genuine and weird and dorky and sensitive and humble and determined and introverted/extroverted (that is an essay for another day unless you want it now) and uncommunicative and secretive and habitual and he’s just overall an extremely complex person.
To the people saying we “gave Richard Spencer what he wanted” and “should’ve stayed home”, you are wrong. Richard Spencer left Gainesville with his tail between his legs because we completely outnumbered him and he was unable to achieve what he came here to do. The bravery, oneness, and love I witnessed today brought me to tears at one point. I looked around at all the people surrounding me and realized that that yes, even though there is so much hate in the world, the power of LOVE conquers. I am so proud of the city of Gainesville for coming together and standing up for what is right. I’ll never forget this day. Here are some of my favorite shots of the day:
📸: Jonah Hinebaugh (IG: j.hin)
Nazi guy lights a cigarette after being hugged by one man, and then punched by another. (📸: James Crown)
Description: Weirdmageddon took a toll on Ford, especially an emotional one. Dealing with the aftermath and consequences wasn’t easy. Fortunately, his family was there for him when he needed it the most. Characters: Ford Pines, and the rest of the Pines family Words: 2065 A/N: A gift for @raindroplazuli. Happy birthday, Emma! You gave me this idea last year, but I never got to write it. But here it is! I hope you enjoy, and that you had a wonderful birthday! <3
Request: Reaction to you wanting to sit in between their legs while they play video games pleaseeee~
Thank you so much for this request and for being patient! xx
Hanbin: Hanbin is the Type of guy to really focus on something. When you first came up sitting between his legs, he’d get frustrated because he didn’t get to win the game but once he looked down at you he started smiling and shaking his head. “You made me lose that one, do you think cuddling has a higher priority?” he’d ask grinning. Once you nodded he pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you. “I guess you’re right then.” he’d say
Bobby: Bobby is probably the type of guy who also really enjoys playing games but when you came to sit between his lap he’d simply pause the game. Chuckling at your sudden need for affection he gave you a small kiss on the cheek. “Wanna play together?” He’d ask. Once you answered with yes he’d stop his current match, and go grab a second controller so you could play with him. “I’ll definitely beat you” you’d challenge him. “Whatever you say Y/n, whatever you say…”
Jinhwan: Jinhwan isn’t the type of guy to put video games or anything over his girlfriend /boyfriend /friend etc. So once he’d see you wanting to sit between his legs he’d lay his head on top of your shoulder saying “Did someone miss their boyfriend?” being really affectionate.
Junhoe: The king of being sassy would hate being interrupted. “I can’t play like that Y/n, do you realize that?” He’d say annoyed. Once he lost his match he’d look down on you. “What am I going to do with you mh?” he’d say squishing your cheeks hard. “Agh june it hurts” you’d try to say. He’d loosen his grip grinning. “That’s what you get for making me lose.”
Donghyuk: He’d also be really focussed like Hanbin but he wouldn’t mind losing if you wanted to sit between his legs. “Hey babe” he’d say putting the controller to the side hugging you. “Are you here to cheer for me?” he’d say chuckling rubbing your back.
Yunhyeong: He’d be happy about you wanting to be near him and he’d simply put his arms around your waist and continue playing. He lost. “Babe you know i only lost because you distracted me for a second!” he’d say to defend himself. He would act like losing wasn’t that big of a deal but it would still be a bit embarrassing for him.
Chanwoo: He’d always play online with his friends. “Bro that was unfair!” you heard him yell. You only chuckled at him coming closer,wanting to sit between his lap. “Mh~ babe I need you” you’d say and his friends who heard you would start teasing chanwoo. “Guess we have to stop since your girl needs you, see you bro” His friend said. Chanwoo just smiled and bid his goodbye. “That’s one way to stop playing an unfair match with a friend”
The reactions are a bit short but i thought their fitting the request pretty well. I hope you (Anon) and the other readers liked this reaction. See you in a bit -BP
can you stop being bitchy towards the people who like troy? we get it, you don't. but people do. and daniel did deserve better, that anon is right.
If you’re talking about that ask where I answered with my feelings towards Chris’ death scene and the double standard in the fandom, I’m sorry, but it exists, people just ignore it.
Now, about me being ‘bitchy’, let’s scroll back on the blog and see all the times I gave my honest opinion about his character, always open to discussion and different points of view, all the gif requests I gladly accepted about him interacting with Nick or Madison because, hey, newsflash, he’s part of the show and I don’t want to erase him. Troy’s character was one of the big reasons why s3 was so good, I just didn’t like who his character was.
Look, I get it. Daniel Sharman is very popular and fans get upset when he dies on a tvshow. I get upset too when my favorite actors/characters die on tv ~coughs Andrea in TWD coughs~, but I certainly don’t go on people’s blogs to point out how wrong they are about their own opinion.
Ok so i had a dream that I was at monday night raw again. So in my dream I was getting a soda or something and I looked over cause I heard screaming and Dean Roman and Seth We’re getting ready position to come out through the crowd. And a bitch ran to him and as i got there, their music hit and they started walking in. I said “hi” and Roman, he just said “hi” in his sexy deep voice and gave me one of his fucking disrespectful ass winks he does and i reached over and strocked his HAIR when he walked by…like??? Out of ALLLLLL the things to touch(no im not talking about sexual assault)…I touched his hair. Not his chest, not his big hands,not his arms…his hair. And BRUHHHHH it was so SOFT AND SILKY AND SMOOTH!! A bitch was SHOOKETH!!! Like WHAT CONDITIONER DO YOU USE!?!! 😭😭😭😭😭
DISCLAIMER!11!: this is my first tumblr one-shot imagine thingy. And I’m tired. I usually write better.
His hair. His clothes. His dark protected persona. Dear God, even his backpack could make me melt. Just the ghost of him could elicit a fast-beating heart and a million thoughts racing through my head.
Jughead Jones wasn’t what the typical person would classify as popular. Any chance of being deemed cool enough to run with the in-crowd was thrown out the window when his parents gave him the name “Jughead”. He was teased when all he was doing was minding his own business, mostly by the varsity football team, and the first line of offense would be insults around his name. Then came the nicknames. Wednesday Addams. School shooter. Faggot.
It seemed to roll off his back, however, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to punch Reggie and his cronies in the jaw. Jughead did absolutey nothing to entice them. Can’t they learn to mind their business? But I digress.
While Jughead was not everyone’s favorite person, he caught my eye rather quickly. We shared a few classes at Riverdale High, and while he was quiet, when he was called on anyway he gave the correct answer everytime. And it wasn’t vague either. It was as if his IQ was almost higher than the teachers themselves. That was when I first began to take interest in him.
After I began taking notice of how intelligent he was, I found myself staring at him more often. Discretely, though, I didn’t want to attract his attention that way. I studied his features; his freckles, the bags under his eyes (which were a brilliant blue), and the hand-crafted beanie he wore everyday. I wondered why he wore it so much. Was it because he couldn’t afford any others? Did it have sentimental value?
Soon enough, I began to feel self conscious every time I looked at him. He was smart beyond belief. He was incredibly attractive. He was independant. Jughead seemed like the guy who had a dry sense of humor. If I wanted to befriend him, or have things develop into something more, I would have to get smarter. Do research. Improve my wit. Work out, possibly. Guys like fit girls, right?
I did everything in my power to be like him. I don’t know if that was a right move or not, but it was getting too much for me to handle. Jughead Jones was a part of my daily thoughts—I couldn’t get him out, even if I tried.
Fast forward to the present. I’m sitting in the small library, bored out of my mind, and knitting. It’s been a hobby that I’ve had for as long as I can remember; it’s become quite an obsession, really. Everyday, I’d wear a self-made jumper, even if it was Spring. Everybody has their hobbies, right?
Anyway, hearing the warning bell ring for class, I stand to go to English. I instantly hear the slam of lockers.
“Get out of the way, Addams!” Reggie. The same douchey voice already made my blood boil. There was no doubt who his recent victim was. I rush around the corner and spot Jughead on the floor. I see Reggie holding his grey beanie and smirk. “Who made this for you? Your mom?”
“Do me a favor and mind your own business,” Jughead replied, getting up to stand, but was shoved back on the ground by Reggie’s friends. My fingers curl into fists. How disrespectful can you be?
“Do me a favor and dig this out of the trash can for me,” Reggie threw the beanie into the trash bin and walked away, his friend cheering as they followed him. I saw Jughead get off the floor quickly and dig through the trash. I take a deep breath. Now or never, Y/N.
I swallow hard and walk over to him in time to see that his beanie was covered in pudding. I noticed the disheartened look on his face, but when he noticed someone was standing by him, he masked it in his permanent face of nonchalance.
“Reggie is a douche… sorry about him,” I have no clue what I’m doing. How do I start a conversation with someone I’ve practically been gushing over since the beginning of the year? With immence nerve-wracking words, that’s how.
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.” Was all he said, looking back down at his hat.
“I… uh… have another beanie in my bag if you wanted to wear it.” His head snaps up. Immediately, I add, “But you don’t have to. It… er… might make you resemble Where’s Waldo.”
He let out a small chuckle. “Possibly. Show me.”
With shaky hands, I zip open my backpack and grab the red and white striped hat and hand it to him. He examines it for a minute. “Are you sure?”
I nod quickly. “Yes! I- I mean, yeah. I’ve got plenty at home.”
“Did you make this?” He asked, slipping it on. I nod. “Interesting. Y/N, right?”
“Y-yes. How did you know?”
“Well, for one, you’re in my Chemistry class, my English class, my P.E., need I continue?”
I shake my head, my stomach twisting and turning. “Speaking of English, we’re going to be late. Walk with me?”
He nodded with a small smile. “Afraid you’ll get lost?”
“No, I’m scared I’ll lose Waldo. Finding him can be a pain, you know.”
alright so ya boy swindle has been getting happy meals at mcdonald’s lately because i want the RID15 toys that comes with them. okay, okay. so today i got a happy meal and the guy making it was peering into our car trying to figure out who was getting the happy meal. because it was me, my dad, and my teenage brother. he saw me take the apple juice and figured i was the one getting the happy meal
we specifically said transformer toy, on the screen it said transformer toy, and on the receipt is says transformers toy.
guy looks in, sees me who y’know, looks like a girl. and figures out ‘she must be getting the happy meal’.
so he puts a my little pony toy in the happy meal
now my little pony is good and all, he gave me rarity which is my favorite pony but swindle wants his motherfuckin transformer. so i went back in, went up to the cashier and was like ‘suh can i get a transformers toy’
so yeah basically traded rarity for grimlock so that’s cool.
Sit down lads and listen to my tired fueled rant on why Steven Yeun is a pure man and loves Keith!
So, its been bugging me for a while (especially with the new season just being released) about the fact that almost all the voice actors promote the show and how much slack my boi Steven gets! We all know how much Jeremy Shada, Bex T-K, Josh Keaton, Hell, even AJ whos new to the team go full out and are full of thoughts and words to say about Voltron and their charterers, SO, I am here today, ignoring every piece of homework i have due four weeks ago to tell y’all why none of the slack he gets is deserved!
Way back when in may of this year, a local (ish) convention guested Steven Yeun as a guest, and even though I may be a Lance stan before a human being, I cried cuz I loved this boi since the walking dead.
I had saved all my $$ just to get this boi’s autograph (on top of picking one up for my friends sister) and waited in his line for almost 2 hours just so i could be first. And as I sat in line, i noticed that the growing amount of walking dead fans where starting to get extremely high (i don’t think a single person in that line even KNEW what Voltron even was!).
So, b/c i am smart and don’t want to make a rash choice, i sneak a pick at the photos he has lined up before hand to see if they had any rad Voltron for him to sign. and OF COURSE there is no Voltron or Keith anywhere on that table. But Worry not fellow nerds! I did the smart thing and printed off a picture of Keith at home! But my printer is shitty and the quality wasn’t the best
So after almost two hours and him being 20 minutes late ( i could never hate, my boi was on his lunch break) the line starts movin. So here i am, about to meet Steven FREAKING Yeun, dressed as Kim Possible (not relevant but anyways) and I have practiced over and over what im gonna say to this man.
“Talk about the Walking Dead, you can do it, tell him you love the walking dead”
So i get up and pay for my autograph, and they let me have two photos and his manager, when he gets to me, tells him that he can only sign one.
NOw, before I got on, my boi looked tired. Like HELLA TIRED. idk what he be doing, but he was doing his best to fake a smile and get through another line.
And when i get up in front of him, I FROZE! like, BItcH, What you DOIN?!?!? anyways, i shake his hand and all i manage to say is
“I loved you in Voltron!”
And the look on his face gave me ten years of my life back! This boi (whose entire autograph photo selection is just walking dead and head shots) hears Voltron, and i saw a smile that was genuine rush over him. And the MOMENT i notice this, I just go back to talking about Voltron with him
Anyways, he signs my friends photo (which was hella aesthetic) and he looks over at my two and i explain to him the deal
“So, heres the thing: i only have enough money for one autograph and you are my favorite character in the walking dead (bitch was already dead at this point too) but I got really sad when there was no Keith photos. SO i printed this out at home and I want you to decide.”
he looks at the two photos and tells me
“heres what we’re gonna do.”
and he reaches for the Keith picture and he starts to sign it. I’m already close to tears at this point, and he is just signing away. And then he glances over at his manager and quickly signs the other one, pushing both towards me before she had time to react and pull the other one away.
ANd at this point i am IN TEARS. Crying in the con, god bless this random lady who gave me a tissue or my makeup would have been a mess.
My friend and I sit down and we look at the pictures and he FUCKING SIGNED THE KEITH PHOTO FROM KEITH!!!! I might be a Lance stan, but jesus fuck do I love Steven Yeun and everything he is!!
And this boi loves Keith! all the stories I heard from others who met him said that when they mentioned Voltron he would become ten times more happy. Steven is a gift and I want nothing but happiness for that man.
Oh, and also…
Stevn Yeun loves Keith, he cares for Voltron, and I will NOT tolerate hate towards him any longer!
okay i also need to discuss Lotor’s scene with Zarkon because it was just so fucking weird and gave some interesting insights.
Lotor puts on a whole act in front of Zarkon, one that is obviously cultivated and a normal part of their interactions. And the act itself is him being?? a hero-worshiping son trying to prove himself but who’s timid, over-eager and almost emotional and wants to be accepted. His speech is all formal, referring to his own father as ‘Lord’.
And Zarkon’s reaction to it is to be cold and disregard him completely. He doesn’t CARE. Even when Haggar mentions she’s suspicious.
It makes me wonder if Lotor was genuinely like this when he was young, pre-exile. Just wanting to prove himself and gain his father’s approval and to follow in his footsteps and the result was always hurtful to him.
So he puts on the act to keep Zarkon from being suspicious.
and like Lotor doesn’t care? that he gets kicked off the throne. Zarkon realizes that Lotor’s plotting against him only NOW.
Idk i’m now plagued with these images of Young Lotor just wanting his father’s attention and being constantly cast aside or punished for it.
i just.. . can’t get over sign of the times. there is so much feeling in it - hope, desperation, strength, vulnerability, pain, love, bravery - and all of it is so palpable, i feel like i can taste it in the air while the song’s playing. he pulls you in at the very first note and tangles you into his soul with every note after that. the energy in his voice just. it washes over you, wave after wave, like an ocean of electricity and emotion.
My faves are; the little song about missing Roadhog the notion that he doesn’t really like shrimp the fact he drops puns constantly, like constantly its like the va gave his voice +25% more gravel all the actual voicelines from overwatch repeated and how I know exactly which ones weren’t re-recorded because i keep hearing them in game as a main Junkrat doesn’t like purple? Don’t stop me now, I’m having such a good time~ Pop goes the weasel! The humming Skeleton jokes YOU HOOK EM, I’LL COOK EM(I was gonna be sad if they didn’t do that to Stitches) Dr. Boom Talking Cow caused by boba hallucinations Whistling Payload flashbacks
Questions: “Huge fan of your work by the way” who is it to? Gotta wait for the second vid from Danserkk to see :DD “I can always count on you mate” ?????????? Stitches Roadhog skin when :(
⚬ warnings⇁public indecency, masturbation, dry humping, jungkook, things that shouldn’t happen in a closet, a brief mention of tentacle porn;;
⚬ word count⇁7.3k
The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.
↳ alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??
Harry laughed happily as he landed on the grass. Draco was only seconds behind him clutching the snitch with a massive grin on his face.
“Good one, Draco.”
“Oh, it wasn’t really a good one. Pretty easy actually.” Draco drawled with a smirk.
Harry laughed again as he shoved Draco’s shoulder. “Whatever, that dive was pretty amazing.” Draco’s smirk became a proud smile. “Come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving!” Harry said.
The smile morphed into a frown. “No. We each won one, it’s a draw. We have to play another.”
Harry grinned at him. “Let’s leave it a draw.”
Draco arched a brow. “Scared Potter?”
Laughing, Harry slung an arm around his friends shoulders. “Yes, scared you’ll pout and ignore me all day when I beat you.”
Draco sniffed. “First of all, I am not so petty. And who says you’d win anyway? So arrogant, Harry.”
Harry laughed and squeezed his friend in a hug. “Yeah. I’m the arrogant here, Draco.”
Draco gently bumped the side of his head against Harry’s as they walked to the castle. “So long as you know.”
On the following Sunday they found themselves trudging through a mountain of homework, much to Harry’s displeasure. Ron and Hermione had gone for a picnic on the grounds, since Hermione always made sure they were up to date on their work. Sighing Harry dropped his head heavily against the couch. Draco, who was curled up in the corner of the couch next to him, looked up with an arched brow. “Giving up already?”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes.” He jerked up when he felt Draco flick him between the eyes. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing the sore spot with his fingers.
“You’d better keep going. Don’t think that you can leave it and get me to help you just because Granger won’t let you fly until it’s done.” He went back to looking at his book.
Harry turned to him with wide eyes. “That is a fantastic idea.” When Draco just let out a soft laugh but otherwise ignored him, Harry moved so he could lie leaning comfortably against Draco’s side. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
“Potter!” Draco groaned. “I am absolutely not doing your work for you.” But he didn’t move or shove Harry off, which Harry knew he wouldn’t. After several blissful minutes, right when Harry was sure he was on the cusp of a wonderful dream, he fell to the floor as Draco stood up. He pointed a finger accusingly at Harry, “Do some work, Harry. Or we will go to the library.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry sat up and faced his books once more.
Hours later they were sitting in front of the crackling fire eating Bertie Botts beans. Draco was sprawled across a single seat with his legs hanging across the side while Harry sat on the floor with his legs crossed and back against Draco’s seat. Draco had the box of beans and alternated between taking one and lowering the box for Harry.
Ron and Hermione entered the common room with cheerful greetings. Harry appreciated everyone’s efforts to get along, since he knew it was only for his sake, but he did wish his three best friends were more than just polite to one another.
“Did you have a good picnic?” Draco asked them.
“Oh, yes it was lovely thanks.” Hermione smiled at him. Ron nodded a bit awkwardly at him.
“Oh, Harry. You’ll never guess what.” Ron started, and Hermione shot him a suspicious look. “We saw Terry there, he was in the middle of a big fight, seems like him and his boyfriend broke up.” Hermione’s look of suspicion became one of horror as she tugged on Ron’s hand. Harry’s stomach dropped as he willed Ron not to continue. But he did. “So he’s single now, and you can finally ask him out. I know you used to have a massive crush on him.”
Harry closed his eyes, but the thick silence wouldn’t be ignored. He was so glad he couldn’t see Draco’s expression at that moment. There had been a hundred moments when he meant to come out to Draco. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything. It was just that he really enjoyed their friendship. He didn’t know how they’d become so
comfortable touching each other all the time, but he was scared that it would change if Draco knew. He opened his eyes to find Ron looking from him to Hermione with confusion brewing in his eyes. Hermione was watching Draco carefully, which could only mean that he most definitely wasn’t looking at them.
Harry sighed internally. He cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks.”
Hermione looked at him pitifully and quickly started talking about their day, filling the silence as best she could. She asked about how their studies went, Harry responded and Draco said a word or two.
After suffering through it as long as he could, Harry wished everyone good night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco as he left, but let his hand trail along his shoulder as he walked passed.
The next morning, Harry lingered in bed. If he could, he’d avoid seeing Draco all day. Unfortunately, his last class was potions where they were partners. At breakfast he managed to get away with only a smile and a wave since Draco sat at the Slytherin table still. Harry tried hard to focus on his lessons all day, but he couldn’t deny he was nervous to see him.
When he arrived in potions at the end of the day, Draco was already there with all the ingredients for the days potion. He was chopping furiously when Harry reached him. “Hi, Draco.” He said nervously, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
“Hi, Potter.” Draco glanced up with a small smile. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to help or do you expect me to do all the work?”
Harry could have laughed with relief, but he didn’t. He gave Draco a grateful smile which was returned with a small quirk of the lips and they got to work.
The rest of the lesson passed in the same manner as the ones before. After, they walked together to dinner and Harry felt relieved. Until he couldn’t find Draco anywhere after dinner. He went to bed with a sinking feeling.
The week passed in the same pattern. The only time that Harry really saw Draco was during potions, his behavior seemingly unchanged. But Harry missed him. After potions on Friday Harry had had enough. As they walked together to dinner he blurted out. “Where have you been all week?” Grey eyes glanced up from the floor to meet his before flickering away. “I can never find you after dinner.” He said accusingly.
Draco answered softly. “I’ve had detention every day.”
“What?” Harry asked, reaching out to grab Draco’s arm. “For what?”
Turning to face Harry, Draco sighed. “You know how it is, some teachers will make up reasons to punish me.”
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to express his outrage when Draco gave him a defeated smile. “It doesn’t matter. Okay?”
Harry deflated. Draco twitched his arm awkwardly and Harry realized he was still holding him. He let go quickly but noticed the blush on Draco’s cheeks.
He deflated a little more.
On Saturday morning when Harry returned from breakfast he found Draco in the common room with his homework. After fetching his own, he sank down on the couch next to him.
Draco shifted to make more room for him.
After working for a little while Draco got up to get a different textbook and settled down again on the single couch. Harry frowned. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it before, but..
He sighed heavily and tried to focus on his work.
The next day he found himself working alone in the library. When he returned to the common room he found Draco curled up on the single couch with a book. He looked up when Harry entered and frowned slightly. “Where were you today?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, struggling to meet his eyes. “Thought I’d concentrate better in the library.” He moved to walk past where Draco was sitting, when Draco’s hand shot out as if to grab his hand but stopped suddenly, quivered in the air for a moment before disappearing just as fast.
Harry hesitated briefly. With a disappointed sigh he carried on walking.
“Harry.” Draco said.
Harry half turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. Draco cleared his throat. “Would you like to go fly for a bit?” Harry frowned skeptically, unsure of what how he wanted to respond. “There’s enough time for at least one game to end our draw before the light goes.” Draco said, smiling uncertainly. And that’s what got to Harry.
“Yeah, alright.” He answered finally.
The walk to the quidditch pitch was filled with awkward silence. At least it was for Harry. Once they were flying though, Harry felt better.
The light started to go quickly and Harry was scanning rather desperately for the snitch, it was the one he had caught in first year and he was rather sentimental about it. A glint of gold caught his eye and he dove toward it. As he neared it he saw Draco coming in from a different angle, slightly ahead of him. He pushed forward, urging his broom to go faster. At the last moment, he realized Draco would get there first and Harry would barrel into him soon after. Unfortunately, the last moment didn’t give him enough time to stop or change direction. All he could do was slow down to soften the impact.
Thankfully they were low to the ground so when they tumbled over one another and onto the grass, it wasn’t too hard a fall. They rolled and Harry landed half on Draco’s chest with a massive groan. Draco was gasping heavily. Harry lifted himself to quickly pat Draco down for injuries and once he was satisfied that he was fine he fell half onto Draco’s chest again. They caught their breath in silence.
It was the happiest Harry had been all week. Until Draco said, “Two one, Potter.” Harry looked up to see Draco clutching the snitch with a triumphant grin. He laughed and pushed himself up onto an elbow.
“You can’t tell me this one was an easy win.” Harry teased.
“No, I can’t.” Draco chuckled and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back, happy to have his friend back. He noticed the pink tinge on Draco’s cheeks as Draco’s eyes flickered away and he shifted awkwardly. Harry sat up quickly and Draco scooted away from Harry. His heart sank.
Draco cleared his throat, “Well, let’s go back.” He stood up and retrieved his broom. Harry sat there with his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees, drowning in unhappiness. He wasn’t going to get his easy friendship back. Draco had walked a few paces back toward the castle when he turned around. “Harry?” He said tentatively.
Harry sighed. “I can’t do this, Draco.” He shoved his hands in his hair and looked away, frustrated.
Draco frowned and came back. “What do you mean?” He asked softly.
“I mean I want you to just freak out about the fact that I didn’t tell you and be honest if you have a problem with who I am. I can’t take this dancing around it. I miss you.” He bit his lip to stop himself. After a long pause he looked up to find Draco staring at him in shock.
“You think I have a problem with who you are?” He asked quietly, which set warning bells off in Harry’s head. “You think I’ve been acting strange because I don’t accept this part of you.” He added. Then he laughed, a self deprecating sound that Harry knew well. Draco lifted a hand to his forehead. “Why wouldn’t you? It’s the obvious conclusion.” He laughed again, a little hysterically this time, which broke Harry out of his daze. He stood up and slowly approached him.
“Well, if it’s not that then what is it?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly before meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry watched a flush creep up his neck as he seemed to search for words. “Well, I couldn’t exactly be mad at you for not telling me when I’ve been keeping the exact same secret.” His cheeks were a deep pink now. Harry’s ears were ringing.
“What?” He whispered, disbelieving.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Harry could only stare at him. Draco swallowed nervously. “Anyway, I was trying to find the right time to tell you about me. But, as you know, it’s not easy.” He laughed awkwardly again. “And somehow knowing about you made my little crush seem less impossible which is stupid, really I know, so I was just giving myself a bit of space to dispel that illusion. That’s why I got detention everyday. I couldn’t focus, I was useless in class.” His gaze was flickering from Harry’s shoulder, his collar to his throat. Anywhere but his eyes. After a fortifying breath Draco added. “Our friendship is important to me. I didn’t want to mess it up.”
Harry was confused. He was shocked. But he knew that that made him happy. He pulled Draco towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I missed you, you idiot.”
Draco melted into the hug which made Harry’s heart soar. They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Draco pulled back, much to Harry’s regret. Harry searched his gaze. “It’s not impossible, you know. Or an illusion.” He whispered.
Draco’s breath caught. Harry smiled at him. “I don’t think.” Harry amended. But as he watched the moonlight play over Draco’s features he thought it was probably extremely possible. Probable in fact.
Draco watched Harry watch him for the longest time. His look of shock slowly abated until Harry was staring at Draco’s trademark smirk. “You’d better not think that counts as asking me out, because my standards are considerably higher than that.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled before adding, “I’m serious.” With that he turned and started toward the castle. Harry scrambled to catch up.
“I’ll write a poem.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Please don’t. I’m pretty set on saying yes. Don’t make that hard for me to do.”
Harry grinned. Feeling bold, he reached out to grab Draco’s hand as they walked forward. He let out a content sigh when Draco laced their fingers together.
this didn’t happen to me, it happened to an old friend who now goes to art school. my close friend, kate, told me about it.
so the friend’s name is christopher, but he’s been going by “pher” since sixth grade. halfway through seventh grade, pher showed up to class in a suit. and then. he never. stopped. wearing suits. he wore suitS for the rest of seventh grade and ALL of eighth.
oh, and then my friends got him into homestuck. for about, like, two weeks, he was constructing himself a vriska cosplay out of paper. it got progressively more elaborate: he gave himself a paper robot hand, horns, and even got a pair of sunglasses to imitate vriska’s. it was weird.
and then ninth grade came along. he went to art school (along with kate) while i went to the standard one. and last time i saw kate, she told me of one of his… exploits.
on the first day of school, he decided that he would go by a different name for every class.