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anonymous asked:

Sorry mum, I didn't know what subspace is, still don't know, actually. I feel dumb.

No no no, that’s completely fine!!!! It’s a really specific term, and there’s nothing wrong with not knowing! I am so proud of you for asking!!! That’s so brave and awesome :)

I didn’t know the term for it either, before I got the original prompt (though I was… shall we say… familiar… with the feeling), so you’re in good company! Here, this is about BDSM, but if you want to read more, this will explain!

If you don’t want to read, that’s completely fine too! In short, subspace in this context means a very floaty type of almost out-of-body experience that people who are subbing (being submissive) can sometimes experience during intense BDSM/role-playing. It’s a really pleasant and incredible experience for a lot of people, but because it’s so intense, it’s the dom’s (dominant person in the scenario) responsibility to make sure that the sub stays safe and can come down from what is essentially a high in a safe and secure way.

I hope that makes some sense! And again, you are wonderful – it doesn’t matter what terms and experiences you are and aren’t familiar with, what matters is that you ask for what you need!! You’re wonderful :) <3 <3 <3 <3

I’ve seen people on here saying that 2016 didn’t really suck. That it would have been an okay year, if people would stop “whining about celebrity deaths.”

To that, I say, shut the hell up, oh my god.

Yeah, the celebrity deaths made the year hard - a lot of people that were very loved, who inspired us, passed away this year. That’s awful.

But have you not seen politics? Have you not seen people being gunned down in the streets, people spray-painting swastikas on buildings, or using the words of the current president elect as an excuse to be violent and cruel?

If you haven’t seen that, that’s great. Maybe you’re in an epic country, or maybe you’re privileged and not affected by it. That’s awesome for you.

But 2016 was fucking awful, and not just because Carrie Fisher and David Bowie and so many others died.

It was awful because we watched our friends and family, or other people we thought we trusted, turn into monsters who showed how much they really hated us, and people like us. We watched love turn to hate, and it hurt.

We watched people who said they cared about us put all their energy behind someone who wants people like us to be removed, or hurt, or killed, or converted into something “normal.” 

Then, we watched that person get elected.

This is a scary time for a lot of us. So even if you’re not standing at the edge of 2017 with a knife and an emergency kit, remember that a lot of people are.

Be kind to each other, and listen. Welcome in the New Year, but with caution.

Okay so alot of people (myself included) are upset about not being able to see Lance’s reaction to Keith being Galra. But I realized when I was rewatching it, we kind of did?

It was very subtle, but Lance is going on abt how great all the paladins are, Keith included- which he seems to talk most about, affectionately as well. This is after the reveal. Lance still thinks very highly and well of Keith. Still thinks he’s awesome, cool, even though the universe hates him and his species to Lance he’s still Keith

reasons thomas sanders is better than ur fave:

  • his pranks are harmless and funny
  • he adds LGBT themes in his vines without making them the punchline
  • he puts his pronouns in his description, despite being cis, to normalize asking for people’s pronouns so people stop assuming gender
  • he’s hilarious
  • he’s the only white boy to come from vine that isn’t a complete asshole
  • he’s super nice to fans
  • he’s as nice irl as he seems


Some people asked because of my TONGUE IN CHEEK POST about it the other night, well!!! all it is, is being consciously aware that you’re dreaming. You can kinda train your brain to do it and it’s fukken awesome ok!  I learned from a bunch of books I got out from the library one summer back in high school and I have kept up all the habits since then until shit got weird but we don’t talk about that

sometimes you get to a point where you can control your dream and force yourself to dream about a certain thing . either way it’s really damn neat to just have conscious awareness while you’re asleep and if nothing else, it’s something fun to do that doesn’t cost anything.

I got into it a few years before Inception came out, if you can believe it. So when that movie came out talking about the same ideas my mind was  blown 

First things first:


This is your ability to actually remember your dreams. Because imagine, even if you end up having a lucid dream,  what’s the point if you completely forget it as soon as you’re awake? Some people think they don’t dream anymore but it isn’t true, everyone dreams. Some people just don’t remember.

So Write down  all your dreams, anything that you can remember as soon as you wake up.

I just text it to myself first thing in the morning and usually they’re super disjointed and barely readable but it’s just enough to have me remember them again. even if you can only remember little snippets, the more you do this the better you can get at remembering.


Dream cues are these little things that make you realize you’re asleep because they differ between reality and your dreams. They’re kind of like triggers that will make you realize you’re dreaming. The idea is to check in on these cues even when you’re awake, so that when it becomes a habit in real life, it will become a habit when you’re asleep.

It’s also a good way to check if you’re actually awake because sometimes dreams are super realistic. I’ve had a lot of dreams where I woke up in my bed, then did the reality check only to figure out I was dreaming.

Different people have different ones but there’s some common ones:

-mirrors: In real life you look like yourself. in a dream you’ll look like a really distorted version of yourself or like a completely different person. I don’t recommend this one because what you see in the mirror might freak you out into just waking up lol

-counting your fingers and seeing more or less than the amount of fingers you have

-electronics that don’t work

-text that changes when you read it, look away and then read it again

-dim lights [i hate light dimmers for this reason eugh]

-loose teeth

My personal ones are the and fingers and the changing text! So in real life, I count my fingers, and read some text, look away and read it again to see if it changes.

If I have more than 5 fingers, I realize I’m asleep and that’s where the lucid part starts.

Personally for me, all of these have served as dream cues, but these two are the ones that i literally check on. Another big one for me is if my teeth are loose, it’s an automatic cue for knowing I’m asleep.


So you made a habit out of checking in on your dream cues and writing down your dreams. Now how do you actually do this thing….

There are some REALLY SPECIFIC METHODS To inducing a lucid dream . Some people practice one method that brings you from wakefulness directly into a dream, with NO LOSS OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I find this a little rarer but it’s definitely happened to me

Others have the method where you fall asleep as usual, end up in a dream, and then your consciousness wakes up while you’re in the dream. This is more common I think.

my sleep science might be off but this is it as I’ve understood it.

so the general method is to go to bed super early. like 9pm. And set your alarm for Stupid O Clock. I am talking some ungodly hour that you will never be up, like 4:30.

Reason being: You will literally never go to sleep and immedeitly start dreaming. You have to have been asleep for a few hours, having gotten a few sleep cycles in. The longer you sleep, the deeper your sleep cycles run and the more restful sleep you’ll have as the night goes on. It’s only in the later sleep cycles that you start to dream.

This is the reason you’re groggy in the morning [you were just in the middle of your deepest sleep cycle] but not groggy at all if you wake up at like 12

So the goal is to wake up right before you’re gonna go into a deep sleep cycle.

Stay awake for a few minutes, go to the bathroom or something, read some stuff on lucid dreaming on your phone… You want to wake up your brain so that your mind is conscious and running even though you’re dead tired.

Now you can go back to sleep, and the conditions are pretty much met for having a lucid dream.

SO GENERALLY NOW, it’s really likely that you’re gonna have a regular dream.

But if you’ve been making a habit out of doing your dream cues/reality checks while you’re awake, at some point you’re gonna do it while you’re asleep.

stuff from the waking world carries over into dreamtown. it’s the same reason you’ll have super realistic dreams about your job or people you know.

IT’S ACTUALLY SUPER COOL When you do your dream-cues and you see different results from real life. Like I’ll count my fingers and realize there’s 6 of them and be like Ohhh shit! I’m asleep! Time to go wild.

Usually I just fly around like a motherfucker but it’s so cool to be your exact same self who is able to think about your family/friends/homework/life/memes except you’re flying


OK SO NOW THAT YOU’RE AWAKE while dreaming, you can  try controlling your dream. This is a bit harder to explain but in my opinion it’s as easy as focusing/dwelling on what you want to do..kind of like repeating a mantra mentally.

Like lets say you’re dreaming and you come across a house. As you’re walking towards it, tell yourself “Captain Kirk is in this house and we’re gonna have the time of our damn life.” TELL YOURSELF WITH CONVICTION! BELIEVE IT! CAPTAIN KIRK IS IN THE HOUSE! OVER AND OVER!

also try practising controlling on little things first. Like point to the sky and say “brighter” or “more purple” or “bluer” or think “I want it to be night time instead" and it SHOULD change.


There’s 2 tricks I know of that will keep you in a dream for longer when you feel like you’re about to wake up and you don’t want to.

One is spinning: If you feel yourself waking up, try spinning around on the spot till you’re dizzy. Things will blur around you and then they will clear up and get super sharp! Especially spinning while crouching. I have no idea why this works, but it does and others have said the same thing.

The other is, when you feel like things are getting blurry, focus on ONE spot in the dream. I usually crouch and like, stare at the details and texture of the road really really close up. For some reason, pinpointing your focus on one little thing will refocus the dream.



Honestly the more you read about lucid dreaming, the more likely you are to have one for yourself..Even by reading this you’re more likely to have one. It’s weird, but it works. When I would regularly read books on the topic they’d say the same thing and it was true. It’s kind of like, the fact that you’re aware that it can happen makes it likely to happen..

SO YEAH, before you go to sleep or when you wake up at 4 in the morning, google it, see what others have to say. Get your brain in gear for it. there’s lots of posts online that will probably talk about the same stuff that I have here but this is my legit personal experience with it and stuff over the years.


It was honestly the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had. Taylor just surrounds herself with all these people who are so awesome and so aware of what’s going on and so gracious and so welcoming, that within 10 to 15 minutes of us all being together, we were like all really, really good friends.
—  Todrick Hall on Thanksgiving in Rhode Island and how warm and welcoming Taylor and her family and friends are (x)
Korean!Keith HCs

Disclaimer: I’m projecting a lot from my personal east coast Korean-American experience. oh, and NO K-POP/IDOL HCS. BECAUSE KOREANS ARE REAL PEOPLE WITH VARYING DIASPORIC AND ETHNIC BACKGROUNDS. WE ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN UWU PALE ASIAN AESTHETICS kthnx :) :) :)

These aren’t in any particular order btw. If you don’t necessarily hc Keith as Korean, that’s cool too! I shared some of these with @hakpng (who also has AWESOME Korean Keith hcs!!) so they might be familiar to folks.

  • surnames! 안키스 (Keith Ahn) or 설키스 (Keith Seol). I also love @hakpng ‘s hc of Keith’s Korean name being 박김수/ Park Kim Soo. so imagine: 안김수 / Ahn Kim Soo or  설김수 / Seol Kim Soo. beautiful. (also lol projection bc those are my parents’ surnames).
  • Keith isn’t as strongly connected to his roots (2nd gen immigrant kid ftw!) but he still wants to learn more about his history and culture.
    • always desperate to learn more about Korean history (wtf with that single paragraph in the thick U.S. History textbook about the Korean War) and even mythology. but there aren’t as many resources in English so he’s frustrated and often stuck scouring the web for hours.
    • he once stumbled upon traditional music and discovered that he LOVES IT SO MUCH! listening to 사물놀이 and 판소리 helps him calm down. the constantly switching rhythms, the raw power and energy of the music, the tales that are woven into performances; it’s all v comforting for him.
    • English is actually his first language. At home, his parents talk to him in Korean/Konglish and he always responds in English. it’s p natural for him to do so. 
    • He understands Korean and can read most of it (minus business/political jargon). He’s not as confident with writing and speaking it tho… he’s actually SUPER self-conscious about speaking. when he was growing up, he’d get made fun of by other Korean kids/extended family for not being “fluent enough” bc he never really spoke the language. all the teasing and shaming added to his insecurities about speaking.
    • BUT Keith loves the Korean language! he loves the warm, familiar feeling that sprouts in his chest when he hears it!
    • his parents once sent him to Korean language school at church but it was so overwhelming and Keith felt so anxious and inferior he ended up teaching himself the language (gradually, over the years, and immersion in the culture at home helped a lot).

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YOI theory time???

So yeah I had a theory that when Yuri said “Let’s end this.” he meant his career along with Viktor. But after reading something about the OP, “History Maker”, now I’m actually more convinced about my second theory coming true. A lot of other people have thought about this being possible, but my reasoning for it is just a tad bit different that other people.

So one of the lyrics in the song says “We were born to make history.” and then goes off to awesome music mode and the title card of the show plays. But if the lyrics are first from Yuri and go to Viktor, then I think that the line means that Yuri will make history, along with Viktor. 

But how?

I think by saying “Let’s end this” Yuri meant that Viktor and him should end their whole “coach and student” sorta thing because Yuri wants Viktor to skate again. He still seems to have a passion for it, so why not continue it? Yuri doesn’t want to feel like a burden on Viktor, so after his final skating routine in the Grand Prix Final, Yuri and Viktor will end their whole coach and student thing, but not their relationship.

But maybe Viktor doesn’t want to skate just by himself. He needs Yuri to stay close to him….so Yuri also doesn’t end his career. They both become skaters representing their own countries, and are rivals on the ice. However, off the ice they are lovers.  

And I don’t know if many have seen, but the official art for YOI’s OST but BOTH Viktor Yuri in a completely different outfit, ones we haven’t EVER seen before. It looks like this:

Like why would they include this outfit on the OST? I think that these specific outfits will be what Yuri is shown wearing at the end of the episode, maybe along with Viktor in his own outfit, and they are competitors on the ice in some skating competition. Call that a crazy call…however they do have a whole character design thingy for Yuri in this outfit (I can’t find it but his outfit is teal, gold, and black). 

Why do I think they’ll be competitors on ice? Well remember this scene in episode 8?

Viktor never gives an answer and pivots the entire question onto Yurio later, but this scene always seemed weird to me. I pointed this out before, but now I am even more confident in believing that Yuri becomes an ACTUAL fellow competitor on the ice. (Plus, Kubo, the writer of the series, said that she’s working on a season 2…if you didn’t know. THAT DOESN’T mean it’s for certain, but there is a possible YOI season 2 in the making). 

And in episode 1, Yuri’s friend says something like this:

2 times in the show, they have mentioned Yuri going against Viktor. I know it’s kinda not may many times, but they’ve hinted this before, so I don’t see how this could not be a possibility…

If you have watched Free!, in the end of season 2, we get a scene of Haru and Rin competing against each other on a professional level. So maybe we get a scene similar to that, but only with Viktor and Yuri in the end. Probably Viktor and Yuri in the last few minutes or seconds of the episode 12 are about to start skating against each other, and then the episode ends…and that’s how the season ends…

So that’s another way I think the series could finish off!

Who do you have? 

I’ve got Sans! …which means we’ll either immediately take one of his “shortcuts” out of there… or spend the next 3 hours with him being too lazy to do anything but knock knock jokes. Then again this is Sans in a genocide timeline so I’m willing to bet he’d get us out of there quick since he’s done giving fucks.

This is also in response to THIS particular post people were asking about my phone screen.  This art was done by the awesome @tsuki-mei99 which can be found HERE.

I haven’t changed it in over a year haha. 

Can we talk about how autistic children (who were born autistic, mind you) are now catching whooping cough despite being vaccinated because enough unvaccinated people caught and spread it that it has become vaccine resistant?

Or are we going to conveniently ignore that toddlers are dangerously I’ll because anti-vaxxers can’t wrap their heads around their choices literally putting autistic (and allistic) children at risk of life-long disability and death?

Because if it is he latter, I have an autistic parent of an autistic toddler that has a middle finger that is REALLY awesome to look at, and I’m sure they would just LOVE to show it to you.

Unless your kid is medically incapable of getting a vaccine, give your kid their vaccines. You are literally killing someone else’s kids because of your imagined conspiracy theories. We - that is, autistics - are not your fucking shield. And we shure as shit are not your anti-vaxx bullshit rhetoric Gotcha.

Day 6 - White Rose - Weiss you useless lesbian!

Ok, I apologize for being absent yesterday (apparently someone my parents knew died) and instead present you the idiocy known as Weiss Schnee.

Also: Zwei best Corgi ever! Him and Eins from Cowboy Bebop are both so awesome!

And in case you are wondering why Ruby’s hand looks so big, it sorta a perpective thingy since I had to make her scroll big enough for the obvious to be seen.

Well on to the next prompts! Keep ‘em comming people! We need more prompts!

So a year ago I noticed this really cute, awesome blog. The person had so much drarry on it and she was a huge Luna fan and she made a ask for any cute drarry fanfics. I suck at making new friends and I always get so scared showing my stories to people, but I had a good feeling about this one. 

Not only did this girl end up being my tumblr bestie but she also end up being a die-hard fan of my story, Stages, and one of my biggest cheerleaders. That girl is @dreamydrarry aka SAMMIE

Sammie, I can’t believe it’s been a year since we meet and now here we are, close like we knew each other forever. To celebrate this awesome day I made you a sweet drarry story based off awesome art work done by @dasstark​ Hope you love. 

Sometimes It Takes Another Try

The scarlet red train engine was beautiful, a rich and bright color, smoke puffing out from the engine like a dragon. It was even more beautiful than he imagined it would be. More magnificent than all the dreams he had of this day since he finally gotten his Hogwarts letter, delivered by a house-elf during breakfast.

Draco imagined this moment so many times and now he was partially living it. Platform 9 ¾ was alive with boundless energy radiating from Hogwarts students, upper classmen meeting up with friends and exchanging stories of their summer, first-years like him about to start their own adventure. Parents smothering their kids with so many kisses and hugs, reminding them over and over to be on their best behavior, study hard, to write home. Pets in their cages tooting, crying, rattling against the bars as porters carried them and dozens of other luggage onto the train.

The only thing Draco didn’t imagine was him being so nervous. Most of his day he dreamt about this and now he could barely hear the commotion over the blood roaring in his ears, his nerves rapidly bouncing around like they were about to explode any second.

Of course, the look in Father’s eyes as he examined him didn’t help.

“Straighten up.”

Draco bristled at the cold lash in the command, standing taller. “Yes, Father.”

His lips were pursed in a flat line, but he didn’t say anything else. He reached into his coat pocket to retrieve his pocket watch, flipping open the lid. “Ten to seven. You best be on your way.”

Heart pounding, Draco swallowed down a dry lump that grew in his throat. The lump eased a bit as Mother stepped forward, the soft smile in her ice-blue eyes comforting him.

“You’ll be fine, Dragon,” she assured. “I just know it.”

He could tell from the look in her eyes she wanted to hug him, touch his cheek, kiss his forehead, but they were Malfoys and Father said public displays were beneath them.

He nodded and went on his way. He paused mid-step, looking over his shoulder, at the sound of his name.

Father’s eyes were chips of ice. “Do not disappoint me.”

He jerked his head once in a quick nod, then quickly walked over to the train, still feeling those cold eyes watching him even as he stepped inside.

Draco could have gone over to the Slytherin section, where he saw Blaise Zabini gathering up the rest of the pureblood children from their playgroup, but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with their nonsense. When he saw Crabbe and Goyle looking around for him, he quickly retraced his steps, making a sharp turn around the corner.

Walking down the aisle, he peered over available seats but most were taken over by other students-Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindorks. He narrowly missed the youngest weasel-bee wandering around like a lost sheep.

Rolling his eyes, Draco walked over to the last cart. He peered inside, seeing there was a small dark-haired boy staring out the window, dressed in raggy clothes. Something about those clothes, that hair prickled his mind like a trickle. Curious, he pulled open the door and stepped inside.

Bright, blazing emerald-green eyes turned over to him, freezing him in place.

Dear Merlin.

He should have recognized him by the cheap, oversized clothes that were better-suited for a baby whale. He should have remembered the terribly-shaggy, terribly-messy black hair that was in desperate need of a comb. Recalled his curiosity on how glasses so big could fit someone so small.

But then he saw the bright, big green eyes that sparked from the round-framed lenses. He saw the thick scar slashed across his forehead, partially covered by his hair that was shaped like a lightning bolt.

Harry Potter.

The boy he spent most of his life dreaming of meeting and crushing that dream in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t until he left the robes-shop with Father did Draco realize what a complete arse he was. He was so excited to meet his idol, was so desperate to make him his friend that he thought he’d impress him by showing what a worthy ally he’d be, bringing up his name which typically brought up admiration, showing off his knowledge of Hogwarts and Quidditch. It was later did he realize that he came out stronger than he intended-much stronger.

And he was still staring at him like a ninny. Retrieving his fallen jaw, Draco cleared his throat and took another step. “Can I sit here?”

The boy-Potter-Harry-Harry Potter stared at him, his face unreadable. The longer he stared, the harder Draco’s heart pounded. He could feel sweat gathering at his brows, pricking his hands.

Dear Merlin, what was he doing? What was he thinking? Of course, he wouldn’t want Draco here. He wouldn’t even want himself there after behaving like such a buffoon-


Draco blinked, stunned. For a moment he was sure his hearing went off. Or that his mind was playing a trick on him. Till he looked up and saw a smile, a soft and tentative but still very much real smile, curling the boy’s lips.

Relief flooding into his body, Draco came in. Potter gestured at the seat across from him, but Draco noticed there was plenty of space at his own seat, so he decided to try his luck, sitting beside him. Thankfully, Potter didn’t seem to mind, smiling all the same.

“You’re Draco, right?” he asked.

The relief floating in his body froze to solid ice. For a spilt moment he considered denial, claiming that Potter must have confused him with someone else. But that was the way of a coward and Malfoys were anything but cowards. Plus, if he came clean, maybe there was a chance he could fix his mistake. Make up for his snobbish behavior at the robes shop.

“Uh,” If Father were to see him now, his heir blushing and stammering like an imbecile, he’d hex him into the next century. “you remember me?”

Potter nodded. Draco immediately jumped in, the words slipping from his mouth.

“I-well, look, the last time we meet…I’m-I’m sorry I acted like that. Its just-I-there was something about you that fascinated me and I wanted you to like me. I tried to impress you. Then when I figured out who you were, I wanted to kick myself for making such an idiot of myself.”

Potter was silent through his rambling. He blinked only once but didn’t pull away to Draco’s great relief. “It doesn’t take that much to impress me.”

Draco took a staggering breath, feeling like years have been restored to his life.

“Also,” He spotted a light shade of pink streaking across Potter’s cheeks. “I thought you were impressive.”

Warmth buzzed around his face, filling his cheeks. Draco averted his eyes to fight off the flustering, though he felt a smile turning his lips.

“My father would skin me alive for saying this, but that big guy you were with,” he confessed. “He was really cool.”

Potter’s smile blossomed, growing from a small bud into a full flower. “Yeah, Hagrid is awesome! He’s a great friend.” His smile then dimmed as he stared off into space. “My first one actually. I don’t have that many friends.”

“Same here.” Draco confessed. It was then that he noticed the little distance between them. Somewhere down the line, he must have moved closer to him. Or maybe Potter was the one who moved. “Perhaps, maybe…we could be friends?”

The words were met with silence that unraveled between them like a thread, unfolding more and more. Draco’s heart seized, fearing that he may have overstepped boundary. It was one thing to have a companion during the train ride, but being actual friends? Did he manage to make up for what happened? Was he too push-

“I would like that.” Harry said.

Draco blinked once, twice, stunned, when realization hit that mind wasn’t playing a trick on him. That he wasn’t caught in another Boy Who Lived daydream. Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, the hero he admired growing up, the idol he dreamt of meeting a thousand times, actually said he would like to be his friend.

Just to be sure that this wasn’t a dream, Draco offered his hand. “So friends?” He couldn’t rid of the slight hesitation that slipped into his voice.

“Friends.” Harry answered with a smile, accepting his hand.

A spark ignited as their hands touched, almost like magic. Draco decided right then there that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

26 years later…

Draco gazed up at the beautiful crimson train that was just as magnificent the first time he saw it. He almost felt like he was eleven years again.

“Hey Dad?”

Only this time he wasn’t the one starting a new adventure.

Draco shifted his eyes over from his son, who was the exact doppelganger of his husband from his unruly black hair, light golden-tanned skin, and piercing bright-emerald eyes.

“What if I’m put in Slytherin?” Before that day, Draco never saw or heard even slightest hint of sheepishness touching his son. If anything he often saw it in the boy’s brother, his fraternal twin brother standing beside him, fidgeting with the button of his robes as he studied the train.

Harry kneeled in front of the boy, the golden band of his wedding ring sparkling underneath the bright sunlight. “Albus Severus Malfoy-Potter,” he said. “You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I’ve ever known.”

A small smile touched Albus’s face.

A smile that mirrored the one curving his own mouth, Draco walked over to them, a touch of swagger pepping his step. “Not to mention, you are also the son of one of the greatest Slytherins to ever live. A brave, dashingly-handsome hero if I do say so myself.”

Mischief, another trait Albus inherited from him, twinkled in Harry’s eyes as he looked up at him. “I think your age is finally catching up with you, love. Last I checked, I was a Gryffindor.”

Draco repaid the comment with a glare that promised vengeance. As vexed as he was by the comment, it did manage to break the tension hovering over the boys, Albus throwing back his head in laughter, Scorpius poorly attempting to hide his snickers.

“But,” Harry continued. “if it’s really means that much to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The sorting hat takes your choice into account.” He looked over at Scorpius and reached for his hand, brushing his thumb over their son’s pale skin. “The same goes for you. Slytherin or Ravenclaw would be lucky to have you, Cory.”

Excitement beamed in Scorpius’s eyes. It was no secret with his deep love for books, the way his mind soaked up information like a sponge, that the boy carried the traits of a Ravenclaw.

The whistle blared from the train, signaling it was time to go. Harry pulled himself and Albus off the ground. Draco brought Scorpius close to him, hugging him tight.

Albus was Harry’s doppelganger, Scorpius was his. He was a miniature clone of Draco from his platinum-blonde hair, milk-white complexion, and the signature Malfoy-gray eyes. But where Draco’s eyes were often guarded and cool when he was eleven, Scorpius’s was open with bright curiosity.

And today they were leaving them. Tears pricked Draco’s eyes; he attempted to soothe the burn by blinking them. The boys haven’t left their side since they were brought home from the hospital and now they were heading off to Hogwarts.

He could tell from the sheer coming across Harry’s eyes that he wasn’t only feeling the weight of the sentiment. Harry held Albus close, dropping a kiss on his forehead, then reached over to drop one on Scorpius’s head.

“Take care of each other.” Harry said.

“We will, dad.” Albus said. Scorpius nodded.

“And write daily.” Draco tried to conceal his smirk as he saw the double eye-roll the remark brought along. “Three letters a week-from both of you-or we’ll pay the Headmistress a visit.”

“Father.” Scorpius complained.

The whistle blared once more. Children were pulling away from their parents, waving goodbye, gathering up with their friends before entering the train. With great reluctance, Harry and Draco were forced to let their boys go and watch them catch up with their friend, Rose Granger-Weasley, before they all disappeared inside the compartment.

They stayed on the platform till the train took off, disappearing from sight. Harry sighed. Draco reached for his hand, linking their fingers together.

He smiled at him, pecking his cheek. “Ready to go?”

“Not yet,” Draco replied. “There’s still one more thing I need to do.”

“What’s that?”

Draco kissed him, charging right in and claiming his lips before Harry could blink. By the time his mind caught up with what was going on, cupping Draco’s face and eagerly responding back, Draco pulled away, satisfied at the outraged cry that escape his husband’s lips.

Harry glared at him, his face flustered. “Tease!”

“Consider it payback for the old comment,” He smiled charmingly at him, offering his arm. “Shall we go home?”

Nineteen years and the word still caused a pleasant shiver.

Harry rolled his eyes half-heartedly but accepted the gesture all the same.

I mean, obviously, I groaned with frustration when the “hey babe” moment happened, and Maggie turned out to have a girlfriend, but on the other hand, it’s AWESOME.

Seriously. So many times, with queer pairings, we either get:

-subtext and nothing else, ever

-’Hello I Am the Mysterious And Single Gay, I Exist Solely To Guide You On Your Journey To Learning About Being A Homosexual, In One Very Special Episode Or Less”

-haha they got together and then died

But Maggie & Alex? 

They get to meet & not get along, at first. 

They get to talk about their lives, and save each other, with sparks flying along the way, and treat each other like actual people.

They get phones calls, and to FAKE DATE WHILE UNDERCOVER FOR A CASE. 


They get the ‘family member picks up on the romantic tension’ moments.

They get the absolutely classic ‘oh no I think I like you, and I was going to ask you out, because we have so much chemistry, but it turns out, you’re dating someone else!’

And yes, it’s only two episodes, but the thing is, I didn’t walk away from this episode thinking ‘this ship is sunk, nothing is going to happen’.

I walked away thinking “Oh my gosh. This is what it feels like, watching a slow-burn, totally-going-to-go-canon eventually pairing, the way straight people get, with all the cheesy romantic tropes and plot obstacles!”

Queer romances usually get such a narrow playing field, queer characters usually get such narrowly defined lives. 

But they are giving us the depth & attention that a ‘default normal’ romance would receive from writers of a show, and it’s so refreshing, because it allows us to just *enjoy it*, for once.

Maggie Sawyer is a wholly realized person, whose queerness informs her character, without being the entirety of it, and Alex Danvers gets to be revealed as queer, and have that knowledge make her own character richer, without any unnecessary ridiculous angst about her identity, so far.

They just meet, and there’s a connection, and I have every expectation of it continuing to keep going from there, just like that.

We get to just savour the story as its unfolding, and yell when something delays then, and feel tense when there is danger…

Without the sad hopelessness of thinking that one of them is about to die tragically, or have a gay panic, or the show will never admit that there was anything here at all…


to all my aro and arospec folks

being aro/arospec around Valentine’s Day can be pretty harsh, i know. Romantic love gets shoved in our faces everywhere we go, amatonormativity is even worse than usual, people get that pityful look in their eyes when you tell them you’re not dating anyone…

but hey, I’m here for you. aromantic people matter, especially on that day that is “all about romance”. Make it your day, do something nice for yourself, or for your friends or family if you want to. your existence is valid on Valentine’s day. You are awesome. The way you love matters, and it’s good, and it’s enough.

i love you all, take care <3

Day 21: Storybrooke! Part 4/4

Entry #23 d: They slowly finnished the shooting in front of Mr. Gold’s when the actors came over. I was of course hoping for it, but still stunned. We were almost 100 people now. A huge crowd, of which I thought they’d probably prefer to stay away from, but holy crap, here they come!

Emily de Ravin and Robert Carlyle being awesome!

Also Collin O’Donoghue!

Bayern in school

If Bayern players were in school, what’d it be like?? Possibly something like this…

Originally posted by ldlwlgpl

Robert would be the easy going genius - the guy who says he never really studies but somehow manages to ace just about every exam. 

Originally posted by neybae92

Thiago is a super fun guy, always the life of the party, but inside, it’s hard for him because his brother goes to another school :(

Originally posted by dxbayern

Thomas, as we all know, is awesome…the class prankster and always makes everyone laugh

Originally posted by neuersevdalisi

Manu pretends to be Mr. Tough Guy, but to the people who really know him, its just a facade

Originally posted by 54749014

Sweet Joshie, he’s new to school here, but has found his place quite quickly. He’s being mentored by older students, like Tommy and Manu. Although sometimes we wonder whether that’s such a good thing. 

Originally posted by allyp7985

Arjen has been around here so long, his kids are practically ready to enroll. 

Originally posted by alexiwobi

David has a lot of friends from other schools…but he’s around these parts for so long, we’re not too afraid of him leaving

Originally posted by lahmly

Mats kinda pretends to be a normal guy, we all know he’s really a rebel. And it keeps the whole school asking, what color will it be next?

Originally posted by papoilasaltitante

Renato is a new student too…even though he’s still kinda trying to find his place in this new school, he’s pretty cool and well-liked already.

Originally posted by dxbayern

Juan is a exchange student from Spain, so sometimes he gets a little confused as to what exactly is happening in class (because of language), but it’s just so adorable…

Originally posted by dxbayern

Philipp is a super nice guy, as well as class president. He’s usually a positive guy and boosts everyone’s morale, even in the midst of difficult exams, like the Champions Exams. 

Originally posted by dxbayern

Xabi has been in this school for a long time, after being at several other schools when he was younger. He will graduate soon, so we’ll enjoy him being around while we can. 

Originally posted by asjalein

Franck is the student who never really grew up…but he’s a great student anyway. 

there’s a picture of a protest sign going around that says “got plague? no? Thank a scientist” and like I totally get and support the idea but it’s just wrong

plague stopped being a major public health concern literally centuries before germ theory even existed. the black death didn’t stop killing millions of people annually because of science. it just sort of did (likely because of a mutation to a less virulent and deadly strain, which also happened with smallpox btw).

like we can cure it now because of science. which is awesome, because it’s still endemic in animals in certain areas (for example the western side of lake tahoe) and people still get it, but like, the fact that plague isn’t killing a third of the population ever couple of decades anymore isn’t because of advancements in science.

make the same point more accurately using smallpox. that one is because of science.

1x03-5x11: 100 episodes since we met Felicity Smoak.

Guys episode 5x11 was the 100th episode since the introduction of Felicity Smoak. It totally slipped my mind lol. Thank the casting gods that they found Emily Bett Rickards. Thank the writers for wanting an IT girl for a couple of episodes. Thank the eps for seeing how amazing she is and for keeping her around. Thank Emily Bett Rickards parents for bringing our Queen into the world. Thank Emily for being her awesome, magical, beautifully talented self. The girl has more charisma in her pinky finger than most people could ever dream of. Thank Emily and Stephen for lighting up the screen together back then, and for continuing to make us all fall in love with these characters and their unique connection. Felicity Smoak has shown that she is brave, strong, intelligent, kind, loving, and that you don’t need to wear a mask to be a true hero. 100 episodes ago this show truly found its heart. There was just something about her.

Originally posted by shipping-n-handling