my first love :')


@sukikobold said:

I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)

It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck

Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)


Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.

People!! My first follow forever commences now!
Key word being first so I’m new at this and I’m hoping my tags work.

To be honest, I never thought I’d be doing one of these but here we are ten months and 1,000 followers later. I want to give a couple shoutouts; starting with the Tim Schaller Fan Club, meeting you all has changed my life and is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I’ll forever love you and without you all, none of this would be the same. Also, James, you brought me into your world of Caps love and our threads where we screamed about the Celtics crack me up, I’m so lucky to have met you. Finally, to my Caps friends, it’s been the best screaming into the void with y’all!!

To the rest of my mutuals and followers, I love you all. (Bold just means we talk or interact the most)

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it bears repeating: amanda and i were front and center (…on the mexico supporter’s side oops BUT EVERYONE WAS EXTREMELY NICE AND ONE MAN NEARLY HAD A STROKE WHEN I TOLD HIM LOVRE IS OUR BACKUP KEEPER) for mladi vatreni beating the bag outta el tri and it was SO GOOD

you tell yourself you’ll never take him back. bruised soul, broken spirit. he hurt you. i’m okay, you say. he doesn’t have a hold on me any longer. i deserve better. i don’t love him anymore. you don’t love him? then tell me why you’d still take him back. time and time again after everything you’ve said or done to push him away for the last time, you’d take him back. why? because he promises to love you better? a foolish thing to promise. if he didn’t love you right the first time, what makes you think he’s changed? he will drag your name through the dirt only to plant flowers in it. a mere disguise to mask the weeds that have sprung up beside them. dying, wilting flowers. and they will look beautiful at first, but soon he will forget to water them and he will let them die, only to plant new ones again. it’s a horrid cycle, him telling you he loves you, only to leave again. him planting the seed, but not staying long enough to watch it grow. don’t go back to what broke you, he will only break you more. and more. and more. until you are so broken you feel as if you will never be made whole again. ~a.g.