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Every Harry Potter fanfiction I’ve read and loved


9 times Harry kissed Draco and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry

Action Figures

Animus Nexus

Best Laid Plans

Beyond the Mirror’s Edge

Chase the Wind

Collecting Kisses


Draco Malfoy and the Sleepwalking Saviour

Draco Malfoy’s Harry Potter Pickup Lines

Drarry 30 Day OTP Challenge


For Every Action

Get Some

Heart in a Blender

How I Met Your Father

If He Ever Becomes My Boyfriend

Kiss Me, Cure Me

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sunrise)

Marginal Notes


Seeker, Chaser, Keeper

So Worth the Yearning For…

Spin the Wand

State of Mind

The Incredible Race

The LipLock Jinx

The Ministry Olympics

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight

The One Where Harry Proposes

The Proposal

Things I am Not Allowed to do at Hogwarts

Unexpected Consequences

Working it Out Like Adults

You’re Not Dead!

Zero to Hero


A Lone Wolf


Dating Remus Lupin

Five Stories Over Four Years- The Jam Instances


In the Middle

James Potter Proposes Excellent Bets

Our Blood, Still Young

Punk Rock Suburban


Revelations In The Snow

Rumors and Patronuses

Stupid Cupid

Subtlety, Thy Name is Sirius Black

The Fire Whisky Interrogation

The Perfect Kiss

The stars in your eyes and the moon in mine

The Voice In His Head

The Voice, Louder

To Kiss a Bloke


Hiding Scrawl, Licking Freckles, and Other Average Wizard Things

Staring in the Great Hall

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“One of the trickier things of the film as a whole was how to keep Moses alive as a developing character… because, essentially, he becomes a mouthpiece for his God in the original Bible story. And how to keep him alive, and have something going on dramatically within him, was a real struggle. How to keep him human. And the brothers’ relationship between he and Rameses really helped us with that — as well as his relationship with Aaron and Miriam.”

  The Prince of Egypt | Directors’ Commentary

for @thisonetraveler <3


trade mistakes // panic! at the disco


the calendar // panic! at the disco

I said I’d color it properly didn’t I

Just thinking about him makes all of my anxiety go away…he is truly A Treasure

Original palette version under the cut if you don’t wanna go looking for it! :3c

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killua:”i couldn’t do anything”
gon: “.. i’m sorry for being so selfish, i promise to never do it again”

i just want gon to apologize and  killua to be better at talking about his thoughts and feelings rather than keeping it for himself ;;

@arabian-batboy said: Can you write something where Bruce comes across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn’t talk at that time (& because he’s supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it’s just a hallucination and just leaves him?

It had been a long time since Bruce was afraid of ghosts, mostly because they never left him alone. If this one seemed more real than usual, hey, it had been a rough day.

Always was, this time of year. 

April 27th. Bruce liked to think he was getting better— maybe some year he wouldn’t find himself lurking in Crime Alley on today, the anniversary of Jason’s death— but he wasn’t there yet.

It made sense. How was he supposed to forget Jason? That was what it would take, Bruce knew, to leave the guilt behind. Every time Jason crossed his mind, it all came crashing back: the grief and shame and pain in his chest. 

Flashbacks, sometimes. Hallucinations.

He wasn’t particularly surprised to see his dead son lying on the cobblestones. It was bound to happen today. 

Bruce took a deep breath. It was time for another hell ride through his own subconsciousness. What would it be this time?

Older, he thought— this Jason looked older, the age he would be if he had lived. That was normal; Bruce spent a lot of time imagining Jason alive and growing up. This Jason looked like he had been on the street for a long time, and Bruce could explain that too; they’d met on this spot when Jason was young and homeless. Of course he was remembering that day. 

Bruce blinked away the image of Jason, small and defiant, sprinting towards the mouth of the alley with his tire iron. Who hit the Batman with a tire iron? Jason did. Jason was…

Well, Jason was dead. Jason had been extraordinary— brave, bright, explosive, kind— but he was gone, and the illusion on the pavement was just that: an illusion. A memory. Bruce’s mind playing tricks.

The punishment he deserved. He could feel it beginning like it always did, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his fingertips, his chest, rooting him to the stone underneath him until he couldn’t run— not that he should run. He hadn’t saved Jason. The least he could do was feel it.

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anonymous asked:

Let's say the boyband have been buried under their work and haven't had time to go home. When they finally do return to their s/os, how would they react to finding their s/os sleeping, curled up around a piece of their clothing?

this is such a sweet ask, thank you so much for sending it in! I tried something new here, but I hope you still like these short, fluffy reactions from our boys <3

Slowly, the door creaked open as he stepped inside. Your home was quiet, the smell of you swimming through the air. It was another late night for him, his duties keeping him from you for much longer than he would have liked. His legs moved unconsciously, carrying him across the house in a tired daze. He didn’t expect to find you, asleep, clutching his clothing as light snores escaped your mouth.


A soft smile spread across his lips as he went to you, slumped against your maple headboard in what he assumed was an attempt to keep yourself awake. A novel had slipped from your grasp, seeking refuge on the duvet covering your bed. You had replaced the book with his jacket, gripping it with white knuckles as you held it close. Your breaths were deep, inhaling his scent, exhaling the worries you harbored for your chosen king.

In his mind, he cursed the constant council meetings and paperwork. He hated Ignis for making him stay. He hated himself for not pushing harder to leave.

Gentle hands brought themselves around your back as he lowered you into bed. He laid your head to rest on your pillow, laughing to himself when you nuzzled your cheek into his palm. Carefully, he tucked himself in by your side, resting one arm protectively over your stomach.

With a sigh, you smiled. Your hands released the jacket. You leaned into him.

Gods, he had missed you.

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