this is what i did today

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Yixing + plushies and kisses

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meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control

Imagine Harry pulling the marauder’s map out one day when he’s really down.

He doesn’t say the right phrase on purpose.

He asks the map to open up and watches the handwriting of each of his three father figures.

Mr. Moony wishes to inquire the following: who is demanding that they enter?

Mr. Prongs would like to ask how they acquired said object.

Mr. Padfoot is concerned that the previous owner of said object has been destroyed, and wishes the greatest of pain to whoever has done so.

Mr. Wormtail is confused.

It works perfectly, for a while.

Mr. Moony wonders about Mr. Potter’s mental wellbeing.

Mr. Prongs wholeheartedly agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to further inquire as to why his apparent son continues to forget how to open this object.

Mr. Padfoot is also incredibly worried, because Mr. Potter hadn’t seemed to have trouble before the first incident.

Mr. Wormtail thinks this is far too much trouble to go through and the Messrs. should simply stop responding.

And then they start talking to each other without Harry’s prompting.

Mr. Moony is quite convinced that his theory is correct.

Mr. Prongs wonders: what theory?

Mr. Padfoot asks if Mr. Moony is absolutely sure about this.

Mr. Wormtail wants to know what his friends are not telling him.

Mr. Moony informs the other two Marauders that he is quite sure the four of them are now deceased and this is the only remnant of the four of them.

Mr. Prongs is not convinced.

Mr. Padfoot really doesn’t think he could have possibly perished.

Mr. Wormtail wishes Mr. Moony had not informed him of this theory.

After they realize, they answer Harry’s questions about their time at Hogwarts.

One day, Harry overhears something that jogs his memory and he begins rethinking several experiences he had.   One day, he asks them if Sirius and Remus were dating.

Mr. Moony knew that one day they would get to this subject, and is not particularly happy about it.

Mr. Prongs simply laughs.

Mr. Padfoot wishes to express the fact that he is, indeed, dating the wonderful Mr. Moony and he is being incredibly serious.

Mr. Wormtail agrees that Mr. Padfoot is indeed being wholeheartedly serious.

Wholehearted , by TheMagicWord

AU. When superstar singer and winner of The Voice Louis Tomlinson tweets “Nothing worse than waking up with no milk for a cuppa !! Gutted” he doesn’t expect someone to bring him some. And he really doesn’t expect that someone to have bright green eyes, long curly hair, and (fucking) dimples.

Harry/Louis | 77k | famous-not famous | closeting | explicit (kind of share that)


He pressed the screen to show him video from the gate. It wasn’t Liam. It was a boy - a man - he didn’t recognise. Long hair, half-hanging over his face as he looked down at his shoes. Louis squinted. Boots. He was wearing pointy-toed boots. Who the fuck was this? If it was a pap he was going to freak the fuck out.

“Yeah?” Louis said just as the boy looked up and directly into the camera and… Jesus Fucking Christ. His eyes. And his mouth. Louis’ dick twitched again and he pressed down on it with the heel of his hand. It was too long since he’d had sex. Much too long.

“Hey,” the boy said and smiled. “I, um, this is a bit weird.”

His voice. And his face. Louis opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out for a second. “Do I know you?” he managed, eventually. He sounded weird. Squeaky. He wanted to punch himself in the face.

“Ah no,” the boy said. And grinned. And Louis felt all his breath go out of him. He might even have groaned. Dimple. Massive fucking dimple.

“I’m Harry,” he said. “I’m, uh, I live just…” He turned and pointed over his shoulder. “I mean, not right there. Not that house. But a few houses down. I’m a neighbour, is what m’saying.”

“Right,” Louis said.

Harry dipped his head so his hair fell forward again and he scrubbed a hand through it before flipping his head back and there was that face again.

“Fuck,” Louis murmured.

“Yeah, sorry,” Harry said. “This was a bad idea. It was… My housemate sort of dared me to– I’ll just leave it here and go. Sorry.”

“Wait. What?” Louis said. “Leave what?”

Thanks to all the ridiculous security briefings he’d been given, his first thought was a bomb. And then he pictured a basket of kittens and what the fuck was even going on in his brain. (A basket of bombs? An exploding kitten?)

“Oh shit, yeah, sorry!” Harry said and grinned again and his face was just - Louis realised he was half-slumped against the hall wall - his face was incredible. Beautiful. Adorable. Harry held up a two litre bottle of milk. “We saw your tweet.”

manip by @melmanpur :)

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i think about adult giorno a lot…..too much

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That’s definitely not the first thing that should have come to mind, Kuroo

(tho it looks like no one really minds

aside from bokuto that is)