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(( I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. This was a long time coming.

I don’t like tumblr anymore. Or more specifically, I don’t like using it as a medium to post this story anymore- I find it’s too slow, clunky and for some reason motivation is just horrible to come by. And my drawing skills are horrible, not even going into motivation for doing THAT. So I’ve decided to shut this blog down.

No, I’m not gonna delete it. This is not a rage-quit or me cancelling the story in any way. That’s not what I’m trying to convey. I am merely going to move the story to elsewhere. I’ve decided the story is going to be continued in fanfic form, on the website Archive of Our Own.

Why in fanfic format and why not in ask blog format, you may ask? Because I’m honestly better at writing fanfics than running ask blogs, and definitely better at writing than drawing. I want to see this story through to the end and I can’t see that happening in ask blog format. This isn’t something that’s coming out of the blue, by the way- this is something I’ve thought about for a very long time, in heavy contemplation.

I might leave this open as a place where you simply ask the crew stuff about their daily lives or something, I’m not sure….but as far as the plot’s concerned, it’s over here. It’s being moved elsewhere.

I am firm on this. I am sorry if you followed this blog for the story alone, but if you really are interested in seeing it through to the end with me, then stick around- I’ll be posting a link to my AO3 account sometime soon when it’s completed, and you can follow Harod and co.’s adventures there as they continue! Tumblr’s been fun, but I think it’s time to move on.

I will of course keep using my other personal blog @angles-gieegs-and-flowers here, for posting art and personal things. If you wanna talk to me or whatever, contact me there! I don’t bite. Thank you everyone for following, and see you soon with access to the more detailed version of Harod and Deire’s story. ))

The Fall Outs and Fly Offs of Confessions

When Lena confesses her love to Kara, Kara thinks ‘this is it, I’ve ruined another friendship by not loving them back.’ 

Because she knows that she likes guys, even if she hasn’t liked the ones she is friends with.

And when Lena stops by less and less, when Jess the receptionist tells her “this is actually a really important meeting” more and more, Kara is crushed.

So it’s isn’t until she brings it up to Alex and Maggie at the bar after a bit of alien ale, that she remembers.

“Well, actually,” Maggie says gently, one hand resting on her sister’s arm, “you technically could like girls too. Not that you do, but ‘I like guys’ isn’t really an argument. Has to be that you don’t like the other thing.”

Kara wants to be able to quickly say ‘well, I don’t’, but she hasn’t really thought about it. She came to Earth just as she was beginning to experience romantic feelings, and Earth has always made it seem like boys were the only option. She didn’t feel anything for any humans when she landed. They were too different, and she had too much going on.

In fact, other than celebrity crushes, when has Kara experienced feelings for anyone on Earth?

Have I loved anyone?

Oh. Yes, of course, she remembers.

On Krypton.

She had crushes on many people, just before it died.

As Kara cycles through the people she had a crush on, a boy from her lessons, one who lived across from her, a flash of long, jet black hair, the blue sun of Casador and a girl whose family was in the same tourist group as hers enter her mind.

She leans back suddenly. Alex and Maggie are mildly startled.

“I like girls.”

She stands up, knocking against the table and nearly spilling all of their drinks. 

Alex and Maggie are thoroughly startled. 

Kara stares at them intensely, not really seeing them. They exchange a quick and confused glance. 

Kara practically flies into the ceiling.

“I like Lena!”

Kara heads immediately for the door, almost crashing into a yellow fella, a table, and the waitress trying to clean it up, before she finally just super speeds out of there. 

They laugh and Alex reluctantly pulls out ten dollars and hands it to Maggie.

“I bet they’re together by the end of the week.”

Alex shakes her head. “Today.”

“You’re on, Danvers.”
Partners of the Four-Legged Variety
By Organization for Transformative Works

Oneshot | NC-17 | 18.000

Romance | Domestic | Fluff | Humour | Post-Hogwarts

The Auror Department is instating a K9 Crup Unit, and Harry is the first to sign up. Turns out the professional trainer is Draco Malfoy, and he has to live with Harry as part of the Crup training programme.



“As soon as he reached them he dropped to his knees, getting his jeans soggy in the mud, and the puppies all lost their composure. They yipped, squirmed and leapt excitedly up into Potter’s waiting arms. His warm, full laugh echoed out into the crisp morning air. Draco opened his mouth to tell him off for not waiting for permission, but the sight of the puppies happily wiggling their way through Potter’s arms to lick any part of him they could reach made warmth spread through his stomach.”


““…and that is why, to this day, they remain the number one choice for trainable companions of wizards and witches,” Malfoy finished, sounding every bit as proud and haughty as he had at school.

Harry nodded, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he hadn’t listened to most of what Malfoy had said”

Same Harry. When there’s a puppy, all attention goes to puppy. It’s a rule.

Okay tbh this review will only be of me screaming about how much I love puppies, but if puppies haven’t convinced you yet, you’re weird and cruel. This is an absolute masterpiece, Harry is super hot and totally got the hots for Draco and it’s super cute and fluffy. And there are puppies.

There was talk about Harry’s childhood with the Dursleys, which is always something I love, praise kink (HNG), Draco has like a million and one jumpers and Harry and Draco’s banter. Just. Love it.



grantaire and combeferre totally have a drinking night every week where they watch Jeopardy and take a shot whenever they don’t know an answer 

#and courfeyrac tries to play along one day and ends up throwing up before they are out of the $400 questions (x)

bonus: grantaire isn’t actually missing questions, he’s just doing shots because he wants to

The FAHC think themselves kings, call themselves rulers, act like they built the city, like they did anything but burn it to the ground. They are a blight upon Los Santos, they are a plague. There’s a darkness in them, one no one can ignore, a corruption that runs deep and irredeemable. It must have started somewhere, come from something, but outsiders can only wonder if it was born from the crew, spreading out across their domain or if it sunk into them from the city itself. Some are perceptive enough to blame the leader, to recognise the way he created this, the way he revels in the wickedness of his domain, but even they will never know the answer, never hear the true story of Ramsey’s decent.

Geoff grew up on the worst kind of stories of heaven and hell, of sin and punishment and purgatory. Where glory is sacrifice and pain, obedience and punishment. Where holy is the carrot you never quite reach, the stick that reminds you of your place. He grew up making sacrifice without reward, practicing obedience and still being punished, looking up for answers and hearing nothing but his own voice railing against broken promises.

Something has to give, and give it does; first patience, then forgiveness, then faith. Then glass bottles and abandoned houses, then Geoff’s knuckles, someone’s jaw. Someone’s skull. It’s not like Geoff was looking to be a killer, he didn’t mean to keep crushing the life out of people, but he couldn’t live in limbo forever and surely there was no greater test. Surely this was as bad as anyone could be, this of all things would blacken his soul, and still nothing struck him down. Still nothing stood in his way. And that was that, really. Because if you’re going to be bad you may as well be the worst. If you’re going to fall you might as well plummet. There’s apathy and then there’s anarchy, and when push comes to shove Geoff has never been an underachiever.

So he plummets, into the darkest corners of the city, into the bloodiest jobs and nastiest gangs, into the kind of sin that is never forgiven. The kind that no longer seeks forgiveness. Even when he takes a turn, cleans up his act and stops rolling around with the lowest of the low Geoff doesn’t look back. Doesn’t regret. He pulls himself together but he doesn’t pull himself out, doesn’t even try, just thinks bigger. Thinks about kingdoms, about empires, about the kind of power that inspires awe. That inspires fear and respect. Obedience.

Darkness, like misery, is always after company, always on the lookout for similar minds, for those who can be dragged in, dragged down. Geoff wasn’t exactly collecting angels, but an argument could be made that the members of the FAHC are worlds worse together than any were apart. That the monstrous parts of them came from somewhere. Came from someone. Maybe it was inevitable regardless, maybe not, Geoff doesn’t care either way; they’re his now and he’s never letting them go.

What he does let go of, somewhere along the line, are some of his sharper edges; splits who he has to be when he’s at work from who he is with his crew, packs the nasty ruthlessness of Ramsey away and brings back the more mellow aspects of Geoff. He learns to seperate fear from respect, recognises that there are greater things than obedience, that there are things worthy of sacrifice. Geoff stopped looking up for answers a long time ago, stopped waiting for something to come along and save him. Now he looks down at his own kingdom, dark and dirty but entirely his own, and maybe it will never be holy but it’s more salvation than he’d ever dreamed of.

Fun Ghoul: Everyone’s like whoa, ants can lift 50 times their weight. A fucking leaf is like 50 times their weight. I’ll fight an ant right now.

Kobra Kid: nice to see you’re finally taking on someone your own size.

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident
By Organization for Transformative Works

Oneshot | NC-17 | 19.600

Humour | Romance | Post-Hogwarts

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.



Mike Enoch, the neo-Nazi blogger behind (((echoes))), has a Jewish wife

  • Over the weekend, unnamed activists leaked the true identity of Mike Enoch, the neo-Nazi behind and co-host of its Daily Shoah podcast.
  • According to the Medium post, which has since been taken down for rules violations — but is still archived online — Enoch is actually Mike Peinovich.
  • Peinovich lives in New York City’s ritzy Upper East Side neighborhood, has a “lucrative tech job” and a “liberal family, rooted in the affluent suburb of Montclair, New Jersey." 
  • The Medium post noted that Peinovich concealed his true identity to enjoy the trappings of his liberal city lifestyle.
  • As news of his true identity spread, Peinovich — whose Right Stuff site popularized (((echoes))) — was forced to admit to fans his true identity — and that his wife is Jewish.
  • According to Salon, Peinovich’s wife appeared to be aware of her husband’s online identity — and even made several appearances on the podcasts. Read more

I really like @ozymandias271‘s opinions on trans things, since they essentially boil down to:

Person thinking about transition: “I was born x but when I get seen as y it makes me much happier. What do?”

Ozy: “Do the happy thing”

Confuzzled person: “I don’t know whether or not I’m trans!”

Ozy: “If transitioning would make you happy, do the happy thing.”

Transitioning person: “Please view me as x gender, it would make me happy.”

Grumpy person: “But you were born y, furthermore: biology arguments.”

Ozy: “Do the happy thing.”

Detransitioning person: “I don’t think this is making me happier.”

Ozy: “Do the happy thing.”

I feel like a lot of consequentialism can be summed up as “Do the happy thing.”

one time jehan and R went to a costume party together and none of les amis could figure out what they were supposed to be

Bad Faith in Name, But Gracious in Nature
By Organization for Transformative Works

Oneshot | R | 13.200

Fluff | Romance | Post-Hogwarts

Wizarding children have developed a life-threatening condition caused by an old curse. The cure is to be found in the Malfoy Library; surprisingly, Malfoy is willing to help, but only if Harry helps improve his standing in the Wizarding community.


Well, first of all PRETEND BOYFRIENDS. Yep, so really what are you waiting for??? Oh yeah and Teddy! Sweet little Teddy, who of course adores Draco, because how could you not!?!

Well if that didn’t help then try to imagine Draco, stiff, posh, total snob, Draco at a 6-year-old’s birthday party with a bouncy castle. It’s super fun. Okay but really, Draco is close to perfect, knows what he wants, goes after it and of course gets it. Harry, dear sweet little Harry, protective and smart, just like we want him. Uhh and my favorite Ron, just like he’s supposed to be, awesome, supportive and hilarious. I love him. I love this, thank you author for sharing this with us.