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Music Is Feeling: An Eurovision Playlist

Salvador Sobral - Amar pelos dois (Studio)

Alexander Rybak - Fairytale

Jamala - 1944

Loreen - Euphoria

Conchita Wurst - Rise Like A Phoenix 

Francesco Gabbani - Occidentali’s Karma

Il Volo - Grande amore

Koza Mostra Feat. Agathon Iakovidis - Alcohol Is Free 

Domenico Modugno - Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu

Triana Park - Line 

Norma John - Blackbird

Who See - Igranka

Marco Mengoni - L'essenziale

JOWST - Grab The Moment

Knez - Adio

Sunstroke Project - Hey Mamma

Molly Sterling - Playing With Numbers

Joci Pápai - Origo

Maraaya - Here For You

Salvador Sobral and Luísa Sobral - Amar Pelos Dois


A/N: i hate this lol but here it is, i might write a part two with some fluffy smut sooooooo ;) let me know if you want that.

Warnings: None. I didn’t Proof-read tho haha lol i want to die

Originally posted by nellaey

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation





Oh, it’s raining.

The muted colors blurred against the back car window as they ran together in a mosaic fashion. Rain continued to pelt against the sleepy windshield as Mr. Weasley drove – flew rather, above the mountains and forests nearest to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He tapped his fingers against the old steering wheel, an unheard tune playing softly in the old wizards mettle.

In the backseat sat the lazy Y/N, eyes drooping low as the rain continued to compel her to sleep. Latched to her side was the tall weasley twin, George; His freckled cheek pressed dopely against her shoulder, his lanky arms crossed loosely around his chest, and his tall legs leaned daintily onto her own. Fred, on the other hand, had dozed off and left his head to rest against the window opposite to her own. Ron was snoring lightly in the front seat nearest to his father.

As thunder purred in the air above them, Y/N was brought back to her senses, stirring quietly and straightening herself slightly as not to disturb George. A warm smile spread across her heavenly features as she looked at the Boy. George and her had been friends since their first year and were now in their fifth together. Y/N had remembered the twin’s first impression on her as George had sauntered over to her, bent down to her eye level and simply inquired that she was “Rather short, did you know that?” Y/N had promptly twisted his foot and walked off.

George liked her instantly.

“ ‘m so pretty, i know…” George mumbled as he used one of his willowy hands to rub his eyes. He rubbed his cheek against Y/N’s shoulder as he spoke, unmoving. Y/N’s nose reddened as he spoke, embarrassed that he’d caught in her staring at him so creepily.

“Pretty annoying.” She added.

“Ha.Ha, little Y/N, always the comedic relief, yeah?” George slipped his lanky frame up the car seat, slouched down so far that his head almost touched the backseat. Y/N nodded her head in agreement.

“I like to think so, I mostly just wanted to let you know how ugly you are.” she joked.

George laughed mid yawn, coughing into an award laugh.

“So true, L/N. Sooo True.

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John : (storming into Sherlock’s room) I’M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!! WOO-HOO!!

Sherlock : (covered up in bed) Morning, John.


Sherlock : Yeah, you are.

John : (leaving the room) WOO-HOO!!!

Molly : (popping head out from under the covers) Do you think he knew I was here?