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Celebrations

In which only one Styles gets full advantage of the celebrations.

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anonymous asked:

I just had the most wonderful dream in which I had an overprotective darling (kinski) nosferatu boyfriend... 😍

Oh that sounds amazing! I dreamed I helped someone else do their housework. I always have the most boring dreams.

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Strange Findings, or, The Beginner’s Guide To Being in Love and Romance When Your Whole Life’s Been a Mess Up To This Point, or, In Which Hanzo Realizes He Can Buy a Cake For His Boyfriend, Because He Has One, and He Loves Him

Been busy with con prep, and now I’m probably gonna vanish again because it’s finals month (rip) Might as well get a huge comic out in the meantime :b Might be wonky in places, but eh, it’s 3am. Enjoy!

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there’s something to be said for nights in. nights with friends and siblings and lovers spent wrapped up in blankets, on balconies, in bedrooms, on sofas… putting the world on pause for those you care about. but there’s also something to be said for nights out. nights with those very same people in streets, parking lots, crowded cars, music turned high or playing low… where the world is in motion all around you.

Babe

“Baby.”

           Bitty stirs at the sound but doesn’t open his eyes. Jack is solid behind him and hasn’t moved a bit, with his arm still draped over Bitty’s middle.

           “Baby,” Jack says again, sleepily.

           “Hmm?”

           Jack doesn’t respond. Bitty thinks he may have just spoken in his sleep. He taps at Jack’s hand.

           “Jack?”

           Jack tightens his grip and slips his hand under Bitty’s shirt to rest on his chest.

           “Good morning,” he slurs, and rubs his nose into the hair at the back of Bitty’s neck.

           Bitty laughs into the pillow. He doesn’t bother turning around—it’s too early for moving—but he leans further into Jack’s chest.

           “Good morning.”

           “Mm. Morning.”

           “Yes, honey. It’s morning. Are you getting up?”

           “Hmm. No.”

           Jack breathes in deeply and ducks to press his forehead between Bitty’s shoulder blades.

           “You smell nice,” he says.

           “Thanks honey.”

           “Mmmyou’re welcome babe.”

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alec had to admit, when magnus casually mentioned that alec should show him a few things about archery on a sunny tuesday morning in the target range of the institute, alec had felt a kind of smug pride burn in his chest. the sunlight had been filtering through the windows, catching bits of dust and catching at the tips of magnus’s spiked up hair and he looked… breathtaking. but more than that there was this amused kind of darkness around his eyes as he said it so casually, while alec still had an arrow nocked.

“what do you say?” magnus had finished with, tipping his head to the side slightly, leaning against one of the pillars. and alec was pretty sure his grin was blinding as he eagerly responded.

“i’d love to.”

maybe if he hadn’t been so smug he would have seen the mirth twinkling in magnus’s eyes but instead his pride eclipsed him and he turned back to the target, letting his arrow fly. it hit dead center and at that moment he felt entirely invincible if he was honest with himself.

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i just need to get it off my chest
yeah, more than you know (/\)

So BTS just did an interview within which Namjoon referred to them being sad about ‘not having a boyfriend or girlfriend’. He may well have been referring to people in general but the interviewer followed up by saying ‘You mentioned about wanting boyfriends or girlfriends’ and there was absolutely no reaction from them or anything. I know it seems insignificant but I just want to talk about this for a second.

With me, and I know a lot of other LGBTQ+ people too, there’s always this thought in the back of your mind when you make new friends or even when you get into certain artists. If they’re not outwardly supportive or active in LGBT issues there’s this constant worry that one day they’ll say something or do something and just turn out to be homophobic. It’s happened to me a few times where I’ve made friends or got into artists and one day they say something awful and it fucking hurts. A lot. All of a sudden your whole perception of this person is ruined and someone you thought was awesome turns out to actually not at all respect your existence??? And it’s always made me put up a guard with people. And I know it sounds so fucking stupid and overdramatic because they’re just a group or whatever but if you are someone who loves music and musicians you do get attached to the artist and the idea of them in your head and it can be really upsetting. So having him say that and having them not have any sort of reaction or funny comment about the boyfriend point just feels like a fucking weight being lifted. It’s really reassuring to know that they probably are on your side and that you aren’t supporting someone who doesn’t support you.


Anyway sorry for ranting about such a tiny thing but its 1AM and I’ve been having weird feelings about LGBTQ+ stuff and this just put a little spring in my step so I thought I’d share it. Peace.

There’s a Ball?

So, this was a prompt. I have included the ask at the very end this time because I don’t want to give away the spoiler! Another one that was slightly longer than expected. Oh well. 

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            “Did you hear?” A boy whispered in delight, voice echoing around the now silent corridor. Draco rolled his eyes heavily. What was with immature people being obsessed with gossip? One would think that there would be better things to talk about than mindless shite.

             “Harry Potter is coming back for the Remembrance Ball next month!”

               Draco froze as he fought the urge to demand the boy to spill his sources. It wouldn’t do well to bring himself attention, especially about Potter.

               Excited whispers broke out as they all waited for Slughorn to open his door for class.

               “Where did you hear that?” Smith asked doubtfully. “Someone else brought up Potter at the beginning of the year but it turned out to be false.”

               For once, Draco was rather grateful for the Hufflepuff’s insight. He just hoped that it wouldn’t be a recurring thing.

               “I overheard McGonagall telling Flitwick about it when I was passing by the staffroom.”

               Draco furrowed his brows. If Potter was stopping by for a visit, Granger or Weasley would have acted like it, wouldn’t they? He shot a look towards Granger, who had a book on Modern Goat Conspiracy Theories compared to Anciently Deceased Theories open in one hand and their Potion’s book in the other. Surely, she couldn’t be reading both, right? Weasley had his head resting on Granger’s shoulder and appeared to be asleep. His mouth was open and Draco was pretty sure he saw drool.

               The clang of the door opening had Draco putting this behind him. It was no doubt just gossip.

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               “If Potter is coming back for the ball, who do you think will be his date?” Abbott asked as Draco sighed heavily, a few seats away from her in History of Magic.

               “Who says he has to have a date?” Macmillan asked with a scoff. “I’m going stag and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

               Finch-Fletchley snorted loudly. “You’re going stag because everyone you asked turned you down.”

               Draco was incredibly sick of everyone talking about Potter. This was getting out of hand. What was with everyone being obsessed with the savior? Merlin, there had to be better things to talk about.

               “That’s because he is blind to Abbott’s desperate pining after him.” Draco snarked, not bothering to turn around. He was just fed up with the whole conversation.

               There was a stunned silence that filled the room. Macmillan sounded as if he was choking on his own tongue and that was certainly the highlight to Draco’s day.

               “Is—Is Malfoy telling the truth?” Macmillan whispered, sounding awed. As if he hadn’t noticed that the girl had been in love with him for seven years.

               “I—umm.”

              Draco spared a miniscule moment of guilt as the girl sounded positively miserable. But it was for the best. He knew how this would end. And really, what was a little pain as long as it ended in happiness? Well, if they actually lasted as a couple that is. As a realist, he predicted those two would break up after one or two children.

               “Would you like to go to the ball with me?” Macmillan’s tone was scared, which had Draco rolling his eyes.

               “Yes!” Abbott squeaked out far louder than was necessary, causing Draco to nod approvingly.

               And if a small smile also escaped, well, no one had to know.

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