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POST WAR: HOW I CARE (Drarry)

“You really shouldn’t have said that,” a voice spoke from behind him, pulling him away from the darkest depths of his mind.

Draco blinked the thoughts away and focused on what was in front of him instead. He leaned over the parapet and gazed at the courtyard below him. He watched students slowly exit the yard and step into the castle. The sky had begun to dim.

Draco licked his lips and sighed, “I had to do something.”

“No,” a gentle voice tore across the room and broke the eerie silence. Then the sound of soft tapping on wood - footsteps. “Not really.”

Draco didn’t move, but he shifted his gaze from the dark and empty sky to a pair of piercing green eyes. He shook his head and sighed, the edges of his lips twitched upward as if to form the faintest smile.
So
very
faint
one could barely notice.
But Harry did.
Harry always does.

“Why do you always do that?” Harry asked. Draco shuffled his feet, stepped back a few inches, and shifted his weight to his arms which he propped on top the parapet. He tilted his head to the side for a better look at Harry. “Do what?”

“Defend me,” Harry leaned his back against the barrier and slung a lazy arm along it. “Even when you don’t have to.”

Draco rolled his eyes and smiled good naturedly. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. I’m perfectly aware of the fact that I don’t have to.” He looked away frowned. “And I don’t always do that,” he added as an afterthought.

“Yes, but why do it at all?” Harry prompted, but Draco didn’t speak. It frustrated Harry.

“Yesterday, some fifth years called you a murderer,” Harry’s lip twitched as he said this, voice hushed it was barely heard. “Then there was an article on the paper calling you a traitor weeks before that. And someone called you a… a coward just this morning.”

Draco smiled, bemused. “Well, I’m very much aware of all the different and occasionally colorful names that have been thrown at me for the past few months now, Potter, but I appreciate the reminder.”

“It’s Harry,” Harry corrected. They were friends now. They shook on it a few months ago in the corridors, and Draco had agreed to finally step away from the last name basis and call each other through their first names. He’s still getting the hang of it, but he’s trying.
The snide remarks and the banter, however, were a different story. Draco thoroughly enjoyed them and so did Harry. Although none of then would ever admit it.
They didn’t have to. They just knew.

“And you didn’t answer my question,” Harry heaved, a bit agitated. “All of that and you say nothing. Not a word. You don’t even stop to stare. So what makes me any different? Why defend me when you don’t even defend yourself?” Harry huffed. He ran his fingers through his hair and spoke again, although this time, his voice is softer, “It’s curious. Don’t you think?”

Draco laughed, and it’s the first real laugh Harry’s heard in weeks. His muscles relaxed at the wonderful sound and he eyed Draco with utmost curiosity. “What?”

“It’s not really that curious, no,” Draco smiled. “I don’t fight back when it’s me because I honestly don’t care what they think, so it’s perfectly okay. They don’t know what I’ve been through,” Draco fixed his gaze back to the dimly lit sky. Stars were beginning to show. “They don’t know all the horrors I’ve seen. All the pain I’ve suffered. All the trauma I carry.”

Harry didn’t speak, but he was listening. Draco took that as a sign to go on. “And I’ve had my fair share of mistakes. Loads in fact,” he chuckled. “So it’s not like I’m actually innocent.”

“It’s still not fair,” Harry prodded.

Draco’s eyes fell back to Harry’s and it stayed there. “No, it’s not,” he agreed. He was smiling, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Draco was pained and Harry saw that. He often saw that, and it always pricked his chest. But it burned him when Draco finally broke down one night and he felt it.
It was dark and cold that night, their only comfort being each other.
Harry had held his hand and Draco gripped it. He gripped it so tight as his shoulders shook. And they stayed there, in the tower, like that. Like two lost boys. Broken boys. And Harry didn’t let go of his hand, even when they both fell asleep.

Draco stood to shift his position and leaned one side to the barrier, facing Harry. “You see, Potter-” Harry gave him a stern look and Draco rolled his eyes before correcting himself. Harry,” he let his name drawl for emphasis and Harry gave an approving nod, smiling.

“I’m not fond of fighting other people’s battles for them. I have enough on my plate as it is. So it really falls on you how you choose to deal with your own pain,” he licked his lips. Sighed. “But I refuse to just stand there and watch people ridicule you because of me. My battles are mine and mine alone. You shouldn’t have anything to do with it.”

“I don’t mind,” Harry interjected. And he meant it.

“Of course you don’t,” Draco scoffed. “But I do,” he looks deep into Harry’s eyes. I do.”
Harry sighed, wanting to insist that it really didn’t matter. But he didn’t because he knew that Draco couldn’t be swayed. So he just nodded his head instead.

Harry bumped his shoulders against Draco’s and they both shared a smile.

Just like that, without any need for words, Draco knew it was Harry’s way of saying I care about you, too.

4

Buenos Aires is cinematographer Christopher Doyle’s visual and narrative diary of his participation in the making of Wong Kar Wai’s film Happy Together.

The cars, the colours, the isolation, the trains, the (same) cast, the (same) crew, the weather and the unfamiliar language.We start to have a deja vu feeling. It seems that unconsciously, we’re finally making that ‘Days of Being Wild Part II’ that so many have expected of us for so long.Leslie even started humming the theme from 'Days’ as he prepared for a shot today. Checking his costume and make-up in a wall mirror, he turned very Carina Lau-ish and mimicked her glorious 'How do I look?’ line from 'Days I.

pics credit: x

anyway!!!! allow me to present michael ealy as clark kent:

he’s got the baby blues:

he’s got the great smile:

he’s a dork:

here he is in glasses:

pls imagine this face directed at lois lane:

and this one:

he can do serious too:

look at him:

these gifs:

and finally:

michael ealy as clark kent 2k17

Why did i spend time making this

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Kim and Trini watching Supergirl together.

Thanks for the prompt!


Monday nights were sacred. On Monday’s they had a rule: if the world wasn’t at risk of ending and there were no imminent threats, then they had to be over at Trini’s - mostly to show her mother she did in fact have friends - to watch Supergirl.

Trini, of course, blames Kimberly for getting her into the damn show. She had been fine with messing on her phone or with doing homework while her f=girlfriend watched it, but Kimberly would just complain they weren’t doing anything together. Trini had rolled her eyes and had let out a deep breathe, but had gone to join her girlfriend, nonetheless, scooting herself down the bed so she could sit next to her.

“We have to start from the beginning.” Kimberly had said as she messed around with her phone for a couple seconds, her eyes furrowing in concentration. 

“Wait, what? What are we watching?” Trini asks, trying to peek over Kimberly’s shoulder. It didn’t take long before the starting monologue of Supergirl blared out in her room. Trini groans because she’s heard this before - Kimberly talks about it every chance she gets - and she knows the other girl is already on the second season.

“Just give it a chance.” Kimberly whines next to her as she rolls her eyes. 

“Fine.” Trini says, a small huff escaping her lips. She doesn’t complain further, though, because Kimberly smiles at her with that really big smile she gets when she’s really excited, so she figures she can indulge her in watching the firs few episodes until they fall asleep. Also, the small kisses she gets from her girlfriend throughout the night don’t hurt either.

But she didn’t realize that’s how it starts, and she hates herself for being so weak. It didn’t take long for Trini to be invested. In fact, the next morning, when she woke up with Kimberly’s dark hair in her mouth and the girl curled around her, she hadn’t remembered how or when she had fallen asleep. Kimberly had laughed and given her a knowing smirk before pulling her out of bed a few minutes later. 

Then, she finished the first season. All of it. It took her three days of almost no sleep. She had been glad she had finished, now she could move on with her life.

“You know there’s a second season, right?” 

Trini wants to shoot lasers at her girlfriend. Kimberly laughs as Trini glares at the wall above her head, Trini’s hand tightening around her pen, trying to control the urge of snapping it in half in the middle of chemistry. She didn’t need to see the second season, though, because she was fine, she was almost an adult and she didn’t have an addiction to fictional characters. No, she didn’t.

“I have them on demand, wanna come over tonight?” Kimberly says from across Trini, a smirk playing on her face as she waits for a response.

It takes her a total of thirteen seconds before she lets her shoulder sag. “Ugh, fine,” Trini concedes, still glaring at the wall as she curses herself for being so weak.

She doesn’t sleep that night. She had gotten to her girlfriend’s right after school, secretly thanking whoever it was for not having to save the world - at least tonight - and she didn’t leave until the next morning for school - she tried to ignore the weird looks she got…mostly because she was wearing her girlfriend’s clothes.

Trini had the biggest TV, so when she had invited her girlfriend over to watch the latest episode, who was she to dictate what they watched. It wasn’t a secret Kimberly never missed an episode - it made it easier on her to have an excuse to have to watch it. And everything would haven been fine if she wasn’t so…invested.

“Can you believe this prick? Who does he think he is?” Trini says outraged as she glares at the TV, making gagging sounds every time the white potato crossed her screen. “Kara could do so much better than him - she’s got two choices for crying out loud: Lena or James. And she went with this guy?”

“They’re not real, babe.” Kimberly whispers in her ear, pecking her neck before running her fingers through brown hair, caressing her neck every so often when Trini would curse at the screen. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Trini whines as she let herself lean back against her girlfriend’s chest. “My little brothers watch this, and look what he’s teaching them.”

“Baby,” Kimberly says with a sigh, a small chuckle escaping her lips, “just ignore it.”

“I can’t,” Trini points out, turning to look at her when the commercials began, “he’s shoved in my face every two seconds. Why can’t we go back to season one and add Sanvers? My babies are suffering, Kim.”

Trini glares at her girlfriend when she sees the tell-tale signs of a smile on her face. 

“Don’t,” Trini warns as she watches Kimberly cup her mouth, her smile big enough to spill over. “Stop it,” Trini says again as she shoves Kimberly’s shoulder lightly, but it only causes Kimberly to laugh out loud faster. Trini hates that she can’t actually be mad because she can’t help but think how beautiful the other girl is. She watches with wide eyes as Kimberly’s eyes squint and her lips pull upwards enough to see her white teeth. The melodious laugh making her heart speed up as a shiver threatens to run down her spine. Ugh, she hates her.

“Stop,” Trini says again, a smile now forming on her face. “Babe, stop or I’ll go watch with Zack - at least he doesn’t judge.”

That makes Kimberly laugh even harder. Trini huffs and crosses her arms, willing Kimberly to stop laughing with a seriously look. She’s not surprised when it doesn’t work, so she pushes herself up and crosses the room to the chair near the corner.

“I’m sorry,” Kimberly says between laughs, trying to pout but her laughter got in the way. The show comes back and they both quiet down. Trini tries to ignore the pair of eyes looking at her from across the room because she laughed at her when her smol children were in distress. She huffs again and it doesn’t take long before commercials begin again.

“Come on, babe,” Kimberly says with a pout as she stands and makes her way to Trini, extending her hand out for the other girl to grab, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t mean it.” Trini says with a scoff as she squares her shoulders and moves her jaw to show her irritation.

“I do,” Kimberly says, tugging on one of Trini’s arms until she pulls hard enough to stand her up, wrapping her arms around her waist as she tugs her in closer. “I mean it, I won’t laugh anymore. And I agree with you - Kara can find someone better.”

“Like Lena-”

“Or James.” Kimberly says and Trini can’t help the twitch of her lips as she stares at her girlfriend, her brown eyes hypnotizing. She tilts her head when Kimberly cups her cheek, her thumb rubbing softly against her skin. Trini rolls her eyes when she feels a shiver course down her spine because, really? Is this what love sick feels like? 

“Can we just get back to watching Supergirl? Maggie is going to be on soon and I can’t miss my wife.” Trini says as she pushes her way to her bed, climbing it and making herself comfortable.

“Excuse me?”

8

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toshiirou  asked:

Okay but a role reversal where Mari and Adrien are bffs and Mari has a huge crush on Alya, which makes funnier scenes because Mari and Adrien equally have awkward social skills and Alya's sorta like fml and gives up and goes to ask mari out herself

aaaaah omg I’m in love with this idea I hope you don’t mind I kind of ran with it

Mme. Mendeleiev paired up Alya and Marinette for a science project, and for the first time, Marinette loved her teacher for assigning work over break. This was perfect. Alya would come over to work on the project, Marinette would charm her socks off, and she’d fall madly in love.

She had a little bit of trouble when that part actually came, though.

The day Alya had planned to come over, Marinette was up at dawn. She cleaned her room, then messed it up again–just a little, so the neatness didn’t look forced. She made muffins, then realized she could have just asked her parents to bring something up, because they didn’t rise as much as they should have and surely Alya would expect better from a bakers’ house. She brushed her teeth at least three times, got dressed twice, and spent the next few hours sitting nervously at her desk.

She’d texted her best friend when she got up, desperate for any kind of advice, but he didn’t get back to her until she’d already been sitting and working herself into a worry for hours. 

okay, so I did some research

what do you mean “research”

basically I rewatched a lot of anime last night

oh my god adrien no

listen you are going to be so smooth you both just gotta stick to this script

hold on I’ll email it to you

Marinette pulled up her email on her computer and clicked the newest message from Adrien. The attachment automatically opened when she clicked it, but she only had a few seconds to skim it before–

omg alya’s here what do I do

be cool. stick to the plan. you got this.

sounds fake and I think I’m about to die but okay thank you ily and if you never hear from me again I want pink carnations at my funeral

Marinette’s father called down for her to receive her guest, and she scrambled to look composed as she rushed down the stairs.

“Hey, Alya. Come on upstairs.”

Upstairs, where the results of Adrien’s “research” was still displayed on her computer screen. This was something she didn’t realize until Alya sat down at her computer and asked, “Oh, are you writing a movie?”

Marinette blushed so hard she thought her ears would fall off. “Uh, n-no! That’s just something I’m, uh, working on with my friend. Um, Adrien, of course you know Adrien. Yeah. We’re just friends. N-not dating or anything. Ha ha. I don’t know, a lot of people seem to think that, sorry. But, yeah, just, um–friends.”

“Oh. Cool!” 

Alya didn’t give the computer screen a second glance and unpacked her bookbag, and Marinette cursed her paranoia. She quickly clicked out of the document and pulled up a new one. She turned back to Alya, knocking several neatly-arranged pencils off her desk in the process.

“So, where did you want to–oh, shoot.” She slithered out of her chair and fumbled on the floor, trying to quickly scoop them up and save some semblance of grace. Marinette hopped back up onto her chair and smiled. “Sorry. Where did you want to start?”

Alya tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Actually, I already have all the data typed up. Do you mind if I log into my email so I can get it?”

Marinette scooted out of the way. “Yeah, no! Go ahead!”

While Alya was typing away on her computer, Marinette fished for her phone.

Yeah it’s true I’m dying

I just knocked over like my entire desk

This is not smooth Adrien what do I do

Okay wait I have a solution for that

Next time you drop something, just leave it

Establish dominance

Girls find it attractive when you don’t care about the consequences of your mess

Did plagg tell you to write that

That’s ridiculous

My room is spotless

Plus what if I hit her in the face or something

I think she saw your email btw

She’s onto me

Time 2 die

Adrien why aren’t you answering me I’m going to die do you not understand that

Alya turned back to Marinette, who quickly turned her phone screen off. “Done! Did you want to look it over?”

“Um, sure!” Marinette put her phone down on the desk and pulled her chair closer, trying to focus on the numbers and tables with Alya right next to her.

“Um, didn’t you want your–?”

“Notes! Yep, those would help,” Marinette laughed awkwardly. She bent down to dig her science folder out, wincing all the while, and popped back up brightly. “Okay, let’s see…”

She saw something flash out of the corner of her eye, and realized that she’d forgotten to place her phone facedown, and Adrien was finally texting her back. Alya noticed it, too.

Okay, here’s what you do

Next time you mess something up, just say something like, “sorry I can’t think straight” and wink

Or even better, something like “wow looks like I’m not the only thing falling for you”

Alya will be so seduced

Marinette snatched her phone away and shoved it in her pocket, praying that Alya hadn’t read any of the texts. She turned back to the homework, trying to act as if nothing was amiss. 

Alya laid a hand on Marinette’s forearm. Her hands were really soft. And warm. And not sweaty at all. Marinette couldn’t relate.

Marinette turned her head–almost directly into Alya’s face. “Oh, God. S-sorry.”

Alya smiled in exasperation. “Don’t be.” She leaned in further, closing the gap between them and pressing a short, soft kiss to Marinette’s lips. Marinette was frozen, but on the inside she had melted a thousand times. She was faintly aware that she might have squeaked, or apologized, or murmured a thank you, and really hoped that Alya didn’t notice.

Alya pulled away and gave Marinette another lazy smile. “Tell Adrien you appreciate his advice, but it’s really much too slow to get a girl like me.”