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Writers

Writer says: So I had this crazy idea one day and I just had to work on it. Here ya go!

Writer means: So I had this crazy idea either right before getting in the shower or right before falling asleep so I grabbed my fucking laptop and shat all over it to create the steaming pile of crap that I now lay before you. I don’t even know if it’s good anymore. I haven’t slept in two days.

Writer says: Wow, real life’s getting busy! Sorry on the slow updates.

Writer means: My life is a literal storm of shit at the moment. Why did I decide to do this. Why am I still doing this. Everything around me is spinning out of control and I am staying up ‘til 5:30 in the morning every night to create a piece of work that will only get two comments and 12 demands for quicker updates. I hope no one’s mad at me, all I wanted to do was write.

Writer says: Wow! Would you look at that! I updated on time! Please enjoy!

Writer means:  WOOOOOOHOOOOOO BITCHES LOOK AT THIS PRODUCTIVE ASSHOLE GO YEEEEEHAAAAWWWW TAKE THAT YOU NASTY REVIEWERS ALWAYS DEMANDING ME TO BE FASTER! I GOT THIS SHIT I GOT THIS SHIT

Writer says: This chapter was a toughie. Glad it’s finally done!

Writer means: I don’t know if this is good or not. I honestly don’t fucking know. I’ve read the same words over and over and over again and I just couldn’t look at it anymore. My beta said it was ok but I’m not confident but HOLY SHIT I JUST NEED TO STOP WRITING THIS FUCKIGN CHAPTER.

Writer says: Thanks for reading!

Writer means: Please, oh please oh please oh please leave me a review. A comment. Anything. Please tell me you’re out there. Please tell me someone is reading this.

Writer says: I just want to say that real life is getting pretty hectic right now. Please try to be patient with me, I know you guys want updates. Thanks! :)

Writer means: FUCK. YOU. Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding shit from me?! You don’t know my life! I have a very busy life! I create shit for free, you entitled son of a pig-fucker! STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS TELLING ME TO UPDATE SOON OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUKE ALL OVER MY COMPUTER 

Writer says: What’s gonna happen next? Who knows? Hee hee ;)

Writer means: I have no fucking clue what the next chapter is going to look like. What’s my plot? I don’t know. I feel no emotion.

Writer says: Please leave a comment! It helps me write!

Writer means: I am begging you to leave me a comment because I swear it’s the only thing that’s keeping me motivated right now, I hate the work I put out and I need reassurance that people are actually enjoying this.

Writer says: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, big things are coming up! ;)

Writer means: Buckle up bitches, someone’s gonna die.

Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story! 

Writer means: *high pitched eternal screeching*

Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.

Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS

Keith! When will my Life Begin animatic for the Klance Tangled AU!!

edit:sorry about the fire cracking up. I think it’s the gradient that’s causing the file to become a little corrupt. I’ll try to fix it and update it asap

edit edit: The song is a pitched down version of the original song

hey, shoutout to non-passing trans boys/mlm who:

-constantly have to deal with being misgendered

-have long hair!! (either bc theyre in the closet or by choice)

-have big hips/a large chest and feel like they can never pass

-are unable to transition currently (either because of financial or family situations)

-feel like they’ll never be seen as a man

-have high pitched “feminine” voices!

-get told theyre just straight girls

-feel like theyll never be accepted

-are scared theyll never find a boy who loves them

I promise that things will get better for you!! you’re just as much of a boy as any cis dude, and in time you will be able to transition and you will find a boy who loves you!!!

One Last Thing

12x12 coda almost a week late (oops)

When they get back to the bunker, Dean is surprised to see Mom head toward the room they’d assigned to her all those months ago. He assumed she’d leave as soon as they were safely back underground. He’s still staring down the hallway after her when he hears Cas sigh.

He turns to find him slumped in a kitchen chair, his hands in his lap and his coat closed enough to cover the blood and black…goo on his shirt. He’s staring down at the table with a crease between his brow.

“You OK?” Dean asks gruffly as he takes a tentative seat perpendicular to him.

“No.”

Dean balks at the honesty but doesn’t say anything. He leans forward and folds his hands on top of the table. Somewhere in the direction of Sam’s room, a door opens and closes.

“I shouldn’t be alive,” Cas continues, still staring at the table. “I would’ve never…”

Suddenly Cas’ eyes pop up and past Dean as Sam enters the kitchen.

None of them say anything as Sam grabs a cold cup of coffee. Dean and Cas look at each other. When Sam leaves, Cas’ eyes find the table again.

“I wouldn’t’ve…said what I said,” Cas continues, hesitance clear in his tone, “If I had known…”

A couple of seconds pass before it clicks for Dean. “That you weren’t actually gonna die?”

Cas nods minutely.

Dean leans back, runs a hand up through his hair and then drops it to his knee. “Look, man, you know I ain’t good at this. But you are family, so…what you said…it’s not–it doesn’t–you’re not trying to take it back, are you?” What the fuck–that’s not what he meant to say at all.

“No, of course not.” For some reason, Cas sounds angry. “It’s just that I–nothing.” He quickly turns his head to the side, the way he used to do when Dean had hurt his feelings.

“Cas,” Dean says softly. He waits until Cas looks at him. “I was scared to death when I saw that…what that spear did to you. I can’t lose you, man. So, uh, tell me. Whatever’s on your mind, spit it out.” It’s too harsh, too casual, but anything else wouldn’t be Dean.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“What?”

Cas squints at him. “It was a declaration made because I thought it was the last chance I would get to tell you. I couldn’t die without telling you that I…that.”

Dean leans forward again and wipes his hand over his mouth. “You, uh, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. You know I’m not–I’m not very good at the whole, uh, love thing, but I know it’s there. I know we’re–you know, we’re good.”

Cas squints harder and leans forward so they’re only inches apart. “You knew I was in love with you?”

Hold on.

“That’s not–you didn’t–that’s not what you said, man. You didn’t say that.”

“Dean.”

That’s his “quit being a dense idiot, Dean” voice.

Dean huffs a nervous laugh and stares at the table. “Yeah, uh, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you had died.”

Now Cas is laughing, too. “We are terrible at this.”

Dean lifts his eyes shyly. Cas is studying him.

“Do you remember…” Dean stops and sucks in a breath. He shouldn’t be talking about this. “That day in the cemetery, when we all thought I was gonna die.”

Cas nods once but doesn’t say anything.

“I wanted to, uh, say something.” Dean smiles and scratches the back of his head. “Actually, I didn’t. I wanted to–to kiss you.” He winces in embarrassment.

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

Dean looks sharply over at him.

“If you waited until you were on the brink of death to kiss me, I would’ve killed you myself.”

“You waited until your deathbed to tell me you lo–”

Cas cuts Dean’s argument off with a kiss. It’s just a tentative press of lips, but Dean still lets out a needy, embarrassing whimper as it happens. When Cas pulls away, Dean mumbles, “Nuh-uh,” and grabs him by the cheek to pull him back in. His hip is digging into the edge of the table, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.

It’s sloppy and too fast and Cas is breathing heavy and whispering, “I love you,” over and over right against Dean’s mouth and it’s all too much and not nearly enough.

Later, in the pitch black of his room, lying breathless next to an angel, Dean tells Cas that he loves him, too.

Big day for PST! One of our organizers received this letter from the MLB today!

Someone is seeing our letters and postcards. The biggest someone in Major League Baseball is seeing our letters and postcards. 

 Keep. Writing. 

 Your voice matters.  

 You’re making a difference.

봄날 (Pitch Shift)
방탄소년단
봄날 (Pitch Shift)

방탄소년단 - 봄날


보고 싶다

I miss you

이렇게 말하니까 더 보고 싶다

Saying this makes me miss you more

너희 사진을 보고 있어도

Even though I’m looking at your picture

보고 싶다

I miss you

너무 야속한 시간

Time is so cruel

나는 우리가 밉다

I hate us

이젠 얼굴 한 번 보는 것도 힘들어진 우리가

Now it’s hard for us to even see each other

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Kendrick and Snow holding hands in Rebel’s video. I saw this happen in person yesterday and I cried. Seeing the girls cry broke my heart. They’re so close and care about each other so much.

But if you listen, Rebel said she doesn’t feel like this is the end or the last time they’ll perform together, and Sal mentioned PP4 twice today. So maybe it’s not over.

I love these girls.

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“I’m not going to wish for much. Only to hit for sure all the pitches that I know I can hit.”

Happy Birthday, Kominato Haruichi! ☆ (01/03) 

Love this part

“I think I’d know if I were the Insidious Humdrum,” I say.
“I wouldn’t give you that much credit, Simon. You’re exceedingly thick. And criminally good-looking– have I mentioned that?”
“No.”
He leans in like he’s going to bite me, then kisses me instead.
It’s so good.
It’s been so good every time.

~ page 420 (Carry On: UK edition)

nope3330me  asked:

I want your art to become a Cartoon Network show.

AW Thankyou! …. Imagine the pitch though ….

“Um well see there’s lots of silent animals with feelings, also dragons, mermaids? demonic summonings will sometimes occur, everyone has cute outfits..one time a giant squid turned up, also old ladies who love each other very much… How do you feel about bear astral projection? w-wait come back, I’m not finished-”

Okay so someone (moi) went skating today and I just…. couldn’t stop thinking of Snowbaz??? So here’s some headcanons that /might/ get turned into an actual fic idk anymore XDD

  • So /technically/ they don’t really know each other bc school is a big place and ye
  • So Simon has a job at the local skate rink as one of those ppl that u know kinda just skate around the rink and help the ppl who fell get up
  • So ye here u are with Simon Snow with his golden curls and beat up pair of roller skates and ye
  • And one day Baz’s step mum forces him to take his sisters skating
  • Oh boy oh boy oh boy
  • So those little butts they force Baz to rent a pair of skates with them (cuz they “can't” skate)
  • So y’know Baz laces up the kids skates and then his skates and stands up
  • At first it seems like he’ll be fine
  • And the chiddlers go and skate no problem
  • Baz doesn’t get two feet without falling
  • Frick
  • But freaking Mordelia is like “C’monnnnn Bazzzzz.”
  • So shakily Baz gets onto the skate rink and he’s like uber embarrassed bc what the frick Mordelia you can skate perfectly fine by urself why couldn’t I just stand on the side and laugh at the ppl falling instead of being the person falling?
  • So I mean he almost falls a lot but it’s okay cuz he’s hugging the wall and it’s keeping him on his feet (but he is forced to skate in shame as kids that are like 5 years old zoom past him)
  • And then he gets to that part all skate rinks have that have no bars u know those places
  • Oh frick
  • For a second he thinks he has it and gets rlly excited for a sec (that dork)
  • And then he falls on his face
  • (As he puts it, his life flashed before his eyes)
  • Then Simon frickin Snow that graceful dorkface comes in swiftly and reaches a hand down to Baz
  • “Are you okay, Sir?”
  • Baz tries to get up but when he looks up at Simon he practically falls again cuz what the frick nobody has the right to be that hot
  • (Simon is literally thinking the exact same thing and it’s a miracle he isn’t looking like a tomato rn)
  • “Fine,” Baz grumbles as he gets to his feet
  • And to his embarrassment, he slips again, right into Simon Snow’s arms
  • Oops
  • So Baz is like super embarrassed and flustered and it’s a mess
  • And Simon is like squealing on the inside bc WHAT THE FRICK OH MY GODDDDDD but he keeps his cool bc he’s Simon idk
  • Anyway Baz skates away basically dying
  • And ye
  • But like the whole night Baz keeps falling and Simon keeps skating to him laughing and saying “Are you sure you don’t want my help?”
  • Baz denies every time
  • Soon the night comes to an end
  • And both Baz and Simon are a little sadder than they’d like to admit
  • (Those dorks. They crushin)
  • And then
  • The next week
  • Oh my gods Baz takes his sisters again
  • OFBSKSHEJDIWBWNEM
  • He doesn’t admit it but he wants to see Simon again
  • (DORK)
  • So the same thing happens as before
  • But at the end of the night Simon asks, “What’s ur name?”
  • “Baz.”
  • “Simon.”
  • THEN MY GODS OKAY WOW
  • So it kinda happens every week
  • They look forward to it
  • (A lot)
  • So anyway
  • Simon ends up telling Penny about him
  • “Oh my god Penny he’s so pretty.”
  • “Did you see his eyes? Aren’t they amazing?”
  • “Pennnyyyyyyyyyy I’m not done with my storyyyyyy.”
  • Then one day he calls her at like 1 in the morning
  • “Penny….”
  • “What is it now Simon? It’s 1am can’t I sleep?”
  • “Penny I….” Simon bites his lip
  • “What is it Simon?”
  • “How did you know you loved Micah?”
  • “Wha–is this about Agatha again?”
  • “I–what? No I’m just… curious.”
  • Penny takes a deep breath
  • “It’s when all you can think about it is them. It’s when you look forward to see them everyday and you miss them with every part of your soul.”
  • Silence
  • “Penny?”
  • “Yes Simon?”
  • “I think I like Baz.”
  • 0.0
  • Okay so cut to the next week
  • Simon sees Baz with his sisters and skates over to him
  • He’s like rlly nervous
  • But he goes up to Baz
  • “Hey um Baz?” Simon says. Baz turns around and to his surprise sees Simon
  • “Hey Simon.”
  • “Um… do you want to skate with me?”
  • Baz shrugs
  • They skate together
  • And it’s sorta killing Simon cuz BAZ IS SO SLOW
  • But his heart is racing like oh my god oh my god ohmygod
  • He’s rlly pink and Baz is wondering what the frick is going on
  • Like what the hell Simon?
  • Baz is too lost in thought that he doesn’t see some kid skate in front of him until he almost crashes into them and he doesn’t but he falls
  • “Baz are you alright?”
  • Simon holds out a hand
  • For the first time, Baz takes it
  • Electricity shocks through both of their arms
  • Baz stands up
  • Both of their hands are still linked
  • And then Penny that little devil who is in charge of the music changes the song in the middle of another song and plays “Can You Feel The Love Tonight”
  • Simon is so red and like god damnit Penny you had one job
  • But Baz is looking at him in a way that… he rlly likes
  • And suddenly they find themselves drifting closer together
  • (Or Baz is sliding that’s also a possibility)
  • And then my gods Simon is pretty much like “whatever” and kisses Baz
  • Baz’s head: FJDJBWKSHBWKHSHW
  • Simon’s head: KEHAKSGWHWNKFKENWHWN
  • basically both of them are dying but they like love it a lot omgs
  • And then the moment is ruined as Baz slips and both of them crash to the floor
  • Simon just laughs
  • “I-I like you,” he stutters
  • “I-I like you, too.”

pandalandalopalis  asked:

ANGSTY CHALLENGE ACCEPTED: The reader is best friends with Peter Parker (and they're in love with him, but he doesn't know), but she doesn't know that he's Spider-Man. One day, the reader is caught in the damage of some kind of villain, and they get severely hurt (something bad enough that it's basically fatal). Spider-Man is there trying to keep her from bleeding out, and the reader is like "Please don't let me die, I haven't told my best friend I'm in love with him" and angst ensues

A strangled scream burst from your lips as you were thrown through the air, tossed aside as if you weighed no more than a rag doll. All the air was knocked from your lungs as you collided with a parked car, before falling to the ground.

Your ribs felt as though they were shrinking in around your organs; your vision was flickering and blurry; blood was pouring from a wound somewhere on your stomach. You squinted your eyes as you lay in agony, and managed to make out an unclear image of the enormous robotic creature which had just sent an entire street into chaos.

You breathed in sharply as a familiar red-and-blue figure soared overhead, however instead of attacking the villain, Spiderman landed clumsily and sprinted to your side.

“Oh God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry,” he murmured repeatedly, his hands hovering over the wound in your stomach. You were in too much pain to wonder how he knew your name.

“You need to…help the people,” you managed to whisper hoarsely, tears welling in your eyes. “They’ll d-die.”

Spiderman shook his head rapidly, taking one of your hands in both of his gloved ones. You frowned; there was something familiar about the hands, something which reminded you of-

“Peter,” you wheezed. The superhero’s head jerked in your direction, and his whole body became tense.

“What did you say?” he asked, his voice rising in pitch. You narrowed your eyes to try and see him.

“Tell my f-friend, Peter….Parker, tell him I love h-him?” you requested, tears flowing down your cheeks and mingling with the blood.

Spiderman looked over his shoulder briefly, before doing the last thing you expected; he tugged his famous mask off of his face to reveal-

“Peter?” you whispered in confusion, trying to reach up and touch his face. He grabbed your hand and pressed it against his cheek, trying to smile reassuringly at you even as your blood smeared against his face.

“I’m here, (Nickname), don’t worry,” he told you. “You’re going to be okay, I promise. Oh god, I’m so sorry, this is all my-”

“I love you,” you blurted out again, wincing as you accidentally put pressure on your undoubtedly broken ribs. It was getting harder to breathe now.

Peter let out a heartbreaking sound which was somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“I love you too, I love you so much,” he replied desperately, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. “I’m gonna get you out of here, hang on.”

He tried to lift you and you screamed in pain, your ribs turning to daggers within you. Your head fell against his chest, and he cradled you carefully, as if you were the most fragile creature in the world.

“Keep your eyes open,” he begged, stroking your hair, which was now matted with blood. “Please, (Y/N), don’t make me lose you too.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, struggling for breath now. “I love-”

(I HAVE NO REGRETS, YOU ASKED FOR ANGST AND YOU BLOODY GOT IT)

Harry Styles’ Vocals on Graham Norton

You guys.  YOU GUYS.  HOW FUN WAS THAT PERFORMANCE TO WATCH.  Everyone’s  been saying how much more relaxed he was, how happy he was and yes there’s definitely that, but you know what I love more than anything in the world?  A performer who loves to perform.  Someone who just dives right inside the music and lives there.  Someone who gets out of their head and just enjoys the fuck out of what’s being played around them and coming out of their mouths and THAT, my friends, is what Harry did in this performance.  

I would much rather have something like this than something technically perfect with 0 emotion behind it.  

Were there some problems with his technique?  Sure.  absolutely.  Obviously the biggest concern is the ending…I do hear harmonic distortion again on the high notes (SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GET THEE TO AN ENT BEFORE YOU START TOURING!!!).  He needs some work on his breathing.  it would make his falsetto SO MUCH easier to sing and stay on pitch (it’s a little sloppy and there are a few moments where he gets dangerously close to losing it.  Good breath support would clean this up SO easily).  although I’m still very in love with his vibrato on his falsetto.  It’s straight from the diaphragm.   It would also help support his belt in both the bridge and the end. 

Here’s the thing.  I’d much rather watch a performance like this than one that’s technically perfect.  This is also perfectly fine for a one off performance.  Am I still a little concerned? Sure.  If he keeps this up on tour he will undoubtedly have problems.  But it’s getting better and hopefully he’ll continue to take this seriously and improve.  

But please, again, I beg you.  Just get scoped by an ENT and get that looked at to be safe, son! 

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This is Miss Bailey. I am curious as to what others might think her breed is. She’s a rescue and I do not know. She’s very hyper and loves people and other dogs. She likes to chase birds. She’s not much of a barker but when excited she can make a noise so loud and high pitched it will make you cringe. She’s a medium size dog and about 40 pounds.
My best guess is Belgian Mal and Shiba Inu

Ten Years (Part 12)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,065 (I AM OUT OF MY MIND)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: Tags are closed. This is the second to last part. I came THISCLOSE to having another cliffhanger, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to drag it out just to torture you. PS - IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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My birthday cake.

so my birthday came up and my birthday cake was CARRY ON PRINTED ONTO THE CAKE i almost cried it was one of the best cakes  Ive ever had (especially because Simon and baz were involved!) i love it so much what do you guys think! @rainbowrowell

justhilarrieous  asked:

Hi there, I don't know if this was asked, but due to illness I couldn't be online the past few days. The first thing that came to my mind when listening to SOTT was how vocally challenging it is. Do you think they will change the arrangement for live performances or can Harry pull it off easily? Thanks and take care.

Hi!

I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well. I’m right there with you.

The vocal parts are very challenging. For one thing, much of the song is in a higher part of Harry’s chest voice range. The falsetto is also not easy to sing. These are dramatic voices, to my interpretation. They represent different personas in the song, which are then united in the second verse (I have a super long post coming soon to clarify what I mean; it’s really, really long and probably unreadable but…there it is).

The song requires an arc that starts with false reassurance/ promise, progresses to questioning, then to realization, struggle and resolution. You can hear it in the progressive build up of musical instruments, in the drama of the production, as well as the thickening of sound (with the addition of the human chorus). 

The harmonic structure of the song shows a suspension of chordal progression until the very end, when Harry sings “we’ve got to get away.” Then it becomes very clear that this was where the song was going the whole time. The resolution on the downbeat, on the home key (the tonic key) of “We’ve got to, we’ve got to” is obvious. 

The singer has to hold his voice in reserve until the very end, because this is where the struggle and the drama is at its height. I expect that when performed live, it will send shivers through the audience, because of just how shocking it is. 

Harry’s voice is astonishingly good in the recording. It is minimally processed, and the small production effects (reverb, digital duplication of the falsetto) do not alter the fundamental clarity of his tone, which is superb. 

I expect the SNL performance to have a full band, a small chorus (at least sopranos, altos, baritones). Of course we won’t hear the reverb effects, etc., but I think Harry will pull it off.  Even when his voice was not at its best, he performed his solo in Drag Me Down (2:58) in the London live session remarkably on pitch and without terrible tone. His solos in BBC1 Infinity was passable when he barely had a voice. He is a real musician! I think he’s going to be so, so great on SNL that I will be able to flip off all the “real music” assholes who ever doubted him. Even if I have to drag my sick ass to their offices (virtually of course), I will have the smuggest face ever. 

I hope you feel better soon. Much love,

Sea

anonymous asked:

So I was watching Friends, and it was an episode where they were making a list of 5 famous people that if they ever had the chance, they would be allowed to sleep with even though they are in relationships. So Draco and Harry, what are your individual 5 people lists?

Draco: Ooooh!

Harry: *frowning* I don’t have a list, I have a Draco.

Draco: Please don’t touch me, you’re giving me cooties.

Harry: *incredulously* So you have a list?!

Draco: *cheekily* Not yet, but I could name a few blokes.

Harry: *scowling* I don’t want to know.

Draco: Tom Hardy, fuck, the things I’d let him do to me–

Harry: *grumpily* What things?!

Draco: Colin Firth - such a gentleman!

Harry: Oh, so sex with him would be very polite I’m sure. *high pitched mocking* “Please, Colin dear, would you mind very much putting your utterly stellar cock in my–?”

Draco: Daniel Craig - I mean those eyes!

Harry: *morosely* I thought you loved my eyes…

Draco: Of course I do, darling, but also, I sort of have this thing for Hugh Grant; he’s so wonderfully quirky and charming.

Harry: *crosses arms with a huff and looks away*

Draco: How many do I have remaining?

Harry: *irritably* You barely have a husband remaining.

Draco: Oh shit, this one really hot one, how the hell could I forget him. He’s kind of a troll-head though…

Harry: So are all the others, who cares.

Draco: Oh blah blah, I love him.

Harry: I’m sure you do.

Draco: Hell, yes. I even married him.

Harry: *tries very hard not to smile*

Harry: *grins sheepishly anyway*

Draco: *extremely smug*