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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Tomarry, Angst, Alternate Universe - Tom went to school the same time as Harry and Co. Tom is a politician who favors Pureblood agendas. established relationships. Angst, lots of angst. break-ups

Part 1.

Maybe to be continued?


Harry slowly packed his clothes into his trunk. It would have been easier and faster to use magic, and even though he had determined to go through with his decision, somewhere deep down he hoped that everything would work out in the end.

Was it wrong to hope? He didn’t think so.

Harry was no quitter, but even he could see that leaving was the best option for both him and Tom.

They were no longer close like they used to be.

When he finally and reluctantly finished packing, Harry cast a quick tempus to see that it was almost time for Tom to come home from work at the Ministry. As much as Harry wanted to see Tom one last time in their - Tom’s - home, he knew it would be for the best to leave now.

Harry shrunk his trunk and other bags and placed them into his pockets then gave one last bittersweet gaze to the bedroom they had shared. 

Harry contemplated when their relationship had gone south.

Maybe they had been doomed from the start. He and Tom had always had different opinions on all sorts of matters. And lately, Tom had been hanging out with those stuffy Purebloods like Malfoy almost every night and not coming home until late in the night or early morning. Sometimes leaving for a few days at a time.

And recently, Harry suspected that Tom was sleeping with someone else. There were little clues that gave away unfaithfulness and Harry would have confronted Tom about it…. but something kept him from opening his mouth. He didn’t want to know the truth, even though he knew he should.

It broke his heart to know that the one he loved no longer loved him back.

But harry couldn’t hold Tom back from his goals.

Harry gazed down at the Gaunt Ring that Tom had given him the day he had proposed. They had been happily engaged for a year before Tom’s ambitions and goals took priority.

He gave it a light kiss before sliding it off his ring finger and placing it on the small dresser on Tom’s side. He didn’t bother leaving a note, he doubted Tom would even care at all.

Leaving the Manor he and Tom had lived in for quite some time was hard. He practically had to force himself to continue out the front door and outside the wards to apparate.

Giving into his impulse, Harry took in all the features of the Manor as he steeled himself.

With a crack, he was gone.  

Affy, may you have the loveliest day ever. you’re a wonderful human being, very kind, and very supportive. i say this a lot but i really admire you, for everything you do. thanks for being my friend, i hope we can stay that way for more years. i wish for you to always be happy, healthy, and successful. tanti auguri. love you.

happy birthday @iamlouistomlinson! 🎈

Bering & Wells: Split Screen #91

also fanfic in general is weird because on the one hand, yeah, oof, theres some gross stuff in there, but on the other, when you think about it, it’s pretty telling that when people have a place to put all their weird and self-indulgent stories, a huge portion of them just so happen to be about struggling with sexuality and depression and alienation. honestly i don’t read much fic these days cause adhd, but it’s really very sweet that given the chance people mostly just want to learn more about themselves and be loved.

anonymous asked:

Tbh tho I was lucky enough to get the comrades expansion but like... I can't even afford a psvr, I have a bad family situation, and yet all i did want was that monster of the deep game and have to deal with... other situations. SO if I unfollow or leave tumblr it's not anyone's fault it's just I really don't wanna see the game or have all this promotion rubbed in my face. Like... is that petty to be upset over? I guess I wanted to feel a part of ffxv group and get excited too but like damn...

I’m so sorry to hear that you’re down on some hard times in your life right now, anon! *hugs* I’m in a similar boat with finalizing some hard things in regards to my mom’s estate rn, I’m too poor for the VR thing and I’m 99% sure I’m not going to play Comrades (one PS4 between my bf and I, he’s playing other games, I work insanely long hours and use my sparse free time either relaxing or trying to catch up on all of the things I’ve missed on Tumblr/Discord), but I’m still happy to see others getting their lives with it. I’ve also fallen pretty hard into h&l hell rn, and I just found out that Fate/Stay Night Heaven’s Feel movie is coming out in like two days… so I’ll likely be quieter in the FFXV fandom as a result of these things myself. I start to feel a little guilty about it, like I’m gonna let folks down if I’m not constantly yammering about chocobro dicc, but… it’s not as deep as I am making it out to be lol.

Remember, Tumblr is just for fun; if it no longer serves you positively in some way, then don’t feel obligated. Take a breather, find other interests and keep FFXV off to the side for a bit until you feel like you can go back to it refreshed and happy~ The fandom is always here right where you leave it… and thirsty. Forever thirsty. 👀

Right, yeah, I understand.
—  Ravenclaw, who does not understand, but they have a reputation to uphold.

iconic harry looks™

n.1: Harry Styles: Behind the Album (Abbey Road Studios) aka the most iconic pants ever


In the aftermath of it all, Catarina can’t find it in herself to be mad anymore.

At the start, after Magnus had portaled home, staggering and hurt and halfway to death with this boy leaning against him, asking that she help this Shadowhunter first… she remembers healing him – Alexander – and feeling rage. With runes stark on his skin and blood on his knuckles, he had been every inch a Nephilim. The Nephilim who had stolen Magnus’s heart.

She remembers the way she’d frowned at his unconscious face, comparing him to the strip of photographs Magnus left on his desk. Watching him lying there on a makeshift cot in the living room, suffering from the shock of blood loss and broken bones, she couldn’t imagine him making funny faces, couldn’t imagine him looking at Magnus with soft, sweet eyes. Couldn’t imagine that he’d want Magnus’s touch, that he would smile that boyish, lopsided smile with her best friend’s arms looped around him.

She remembers thinking, you don’t deserve him. This Shadowhunter, this lying Head of the New York Institute, didn’t deserve Magnus and his love. Magnus, who had started sleeping exclusively on the right side of the bed, who looked at Madzie with something wistful in his gaze every time she ran toward him, who always protected his people at the expense of his own happiness.

He’s too good for you, she had thought as she glared daggers at the boy in front of her, with his angel blood and penchant for prejudice. But she hadn’t said anything, hadn’t rolled him down the stairs, and had gone to help Magnus instead; her best friend, drained of magic and still stubbornly trying to heal himself. She’d gone to the balcony afterwards to clear her mind for a minute, to rest her hands, and now, as she turns around to check in on Magnus…

The Shadowhunter is missing from his cot. Classic. Rolling her eyes, she opens the door to the master bedroom.

They’re lying in Magnus’s bed together, Magnus’s head pillowed on Alec Lightwood’s chest, nearly asleep as he slowly heals from the wounds of battle. His body still lies stiff from the aches of demon venom coursing through his blood, skin paler than its usual golden hue, bruises littered everywhere, yet his arm is still curled possessively around the Shadowhunter’s waist in a familiar motion.

And the Shadowhunter…

He’s looking at Magnus like he’s a miracle.

His eyes never leave Magnus’s and his face is soft and warm and content, like he’s holding onto something he thought he’d lost forever. He looks young like this, the way he smiles and whispers secrets into Magnus’s ear, the way his fingers trace patterns on his bare shoulder, the way he readjusts the red silk blanket so that it’s tucked carefully under Magnus’s chin.

Magnus can’t see it, with his face buried into the Shadowhunter’s shirt, but from the doorway, Catarina can. This boy… he’s truthfully, honestly, painfully in love. The type of love Catarina hasn’t seen Magnus receive in too long, the type that’s as helpless and natural as the sky is blue. And a part of her still wants to be angry, to shake Alec Lightwood until his teeth click in his skull, to tell him, don’t you ever hurt him, but from the way he’s staring down at Magnus with his heart in his eyes, she thinks he already knows.

Catarina starts to turn around, when unexpectedly Alec Lightwood’s eyes dart up to meet hers at the sound of her loafers swishing faintly against the rug. They stare, frozen for an awkward moment, and she nearly laughs at loud at the way his cheeks go rosy pink. She opens her mouth to say something, to make fun of him maybe, or tell him to let Magnus sleep, but right then Magnus shifts, groaning low in his throat, and the Shadowhunter breaks his gaze, mumbling something into Magnus’s hair that makes her friend smile gently.

Wordlessly, Catarina magics the door closed, staring at the smooth black wood as Magnus and Alec fade from view. In the kitchen, she makes herself a cup of chamomile tea, hands wrapped around the soothing, fragrant heat as she sighs in exhaustion. The two of them… they don’t make sense to her, not at all. They shouldn’t work. But Magnus is Magnus, and he’s never done anything by halves. If his happiness comes in the form of a too-tall Shadowhunter with gentle eyes and a cautious smile, then Catarina will be the very last person in this dimension to tell him no.

My Infernal Cecilia/Lilina 2 unit clear, a.k.a Chrobin sneaking off to have a date in the corner while the blonde cravat boys do all the work


SPN Hiatus Creations   | Week Fourteen: "I hate you... and I love you.”

“And I… I had to be… more than just a brother. I had to be a father and I had to be a mother, to keep him safe. And that wasn’t fair. And I couldn’t do it. And you wanna know what that was like? They killed the girl that he loved. He got possessed by Lucifer. They tortured him in Hell. And he lost his soul. His soul. All because of you. All of it was because of you. I hate you. I hate you. And I love you. ‘Cause I can’t – I can’t help it. You’re my Mom. And I understand…'cause I have made deals to save the ones I love more than once. I forgive you. I forgive you. For all of it. Everything.

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws love and hate ambient noise. It needs to be a specific kind of noise depending on what they’re doing, and if it varies too far from the ambient noise they wanted, they just find it distracting.

am i the only one that like? sees a really popular old piece of hs fanart. its got like tens of thousand notes or whatever. and i get really sad? bc no recent one is ever that popular. bc i know that most of those people have left the fandom by now and i know that thats okay but it just feels lonely. i came to homestuck very late and i just wish i got to experience so many people liking it. posting cosplays, gifs, edits, art. its kind of depressing for me