While rummaging through a box he found in the attic, England uncovers some old photos, along with old memories.
(These took so long to make, I hope you guys like them! I was trying to put subtle stuff in the photos to try and tell a story, I’ve never done it before so it was good practice! I might end up writing something for this if I decide to stop being lazy.)
i wish the naruto anime ended with a team 7 moment instead of a marraige :// this story wasn’t about naruhina, it was abt naruto and his journey with bonds, goals and never giving up. i really wish it ended with naruto’s most important people – the actual main characters – the people he’s valued and cherished since he was 12. rly disappointed in sp again. tbh the anime should’ve ended at ch. 699, a team 7 moment instead of of a marraige, or chp. 698
Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.
Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.
Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.
He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.
“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”
Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.
“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”
Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,
It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.
They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.
Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.
Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.
“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”
Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.
“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”
Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.
The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.
“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.
Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.
One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.
“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”
Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.
Justin Finch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.
“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”
As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.
“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”
As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.
Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and somehow Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.
He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.
Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.
He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.
He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.
“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.
“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.
“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”
“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”
“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”
Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.
“Right, then. Right. Okay.”
He turned and rushed out of the library.
Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.
“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”
Harry turned and frowned.
“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”
Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.
“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.
Harry stepped closer.
“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”
“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”
His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.
Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.
Speaking of Chp 58, I never really got why Sebastian ends up laughing at Ciel and saying even he couldn't hold his own against his lady. Could you please explain?
Sebastian was just amused by Ciel’s unusual reaction^^; Usually Ciel is (or rather tries to be) the cold, ruthless and powerful “Earl Phantomhive” and often pretends as if he doesn’t really care that much about his fiancee, but this time, for once, he “acted his age”, his reaction in that moment was that of a normal 13-year-old boy who was trying to comfort his crying girlfriend and was about to confess that he likes her (despite his usual “I don’t care about her” attitude)
but then remembered that his butler was listening to them
and therefore got totally embarassed.
In other words, Ciel couldn’t maintain the mask of the “Earl Phantomhive” before Lizzy, but returned to his 13-year-old-shy-teenager self. That’s why Sebastian was laughing! xD
Hello Brother. *Raven greeted Qrow as she removed her mask and sat next to him, waving the bartender over.*
Hey Raven. *He replied finishing his glass just in time for for the bartender to refill his drink as they finished pouring his sister's.*
*The two sat for a moment in silence, taking sips of their drinks before Rave broke the silence.* So. What is it you wanted to talk about? *She asked only for Qrow to slide her an envelops.* What're theses?
An Invitation? *she raised an eyebrow.* To what?
Your daughter's wedding. *He told her while sipping his drink and glancing at her from the corner of his eye to find an actual look of surprise on her face.*
Her wedding? Yang is... getting married? *She said with disbelief.* Since when?
Since she proposed to her girlfriend a few mouths back. I can honestly say I haven't seen her this happy since Summer as around. Not that you care.
Yang is getting married... To her girlfriend? *Raven mumble, ignoring her brother last words then opened the envelop, pulling the card showing her daughter's arms wrapped around the waist of a raven haired woman with cat ears. Both of women smiling, the kind of smile of pure happiest, a smile Raven hasn't since on her daughter's face since she was born.* ... Is this a joke?
What? Have something against Yang marrying a woman? *Qrow glared at his sister.*
What? No. I actually know Blake and her parents. Good woman, can take a punch. *Raven said as she handed her brother the card.* This in the card.
*Qrow took the card and read it aloud.* "Come join the bumbleby partner, the future Yang Belladonna and Blake Xiao-Long, for out purrfect day before we hive our sweet honeymoon and our happily ever after furever." ... Sigh, Goddamnit Yang. *Qrow smiled shaking his head.*
I blame Tai... *Raven said finishing her drink and staring at the empty glass.* Why is she inviting me?... I haven't talked to Yang since dealing with Adam Taurus.
Funny you such mention that. Yang wasn't the one who asked me to give you that.
Really? Then w-*She question until the someone entering the bar interrupted her.*
That was me. *Taiyang saying as both Qrow and Raven turned towards him, Qrow giving a wave as Raven stares with a surprised look.* Hey Raven... Qrow can give us a minute.
Sure Tai. *Qrow nodded as he drank the last of his drink and quickly snatch Raven's sword from her.* Take as much time as you need.
Qrow! *Raven growled, watching him walk out of the bar leaving her and Tai alone as she pinches the bridge of her nose.* ... Sigh. So, you wanted to talk. Let's talk.
Yes. About our daughter. And how YOU are going to be there for her wedding.
And If I refuse?
Remember our first date?
*Raven couldn't help but smirked.* Hmm, How could I forget.
Well it will be like that. *Tai smirked back as her walked up to Raven blocking her against the bar with his arms as his smirk disappears.* Except it won't end the same way.
*At this Raven's smirk only grew at her ex's words as she waves at the bartender.* Take the rest of the night Leo and put the damages on Qrow's tab... And bring us a bottle of the good stuff.
Yang, why did you make me try on those stupid heels if we aren't going to be wearing for you big day? *Ruby whined as she and Yang returned home from their search for dresses.*
*Yang only laughed as she began to fish for her keys.* Hehehe, I did it only because you looked sooo cute. *She then found her keys, unlocked the door, and opening it as they enter.* Anyway, I want to spend time with my... baby... sis... *Yang began with a smile before trailing off dropping everything.*
Yang? What is i-Oh my god. *Ruby gasp at the site before them.*
Hey girls. How was the dress hunting? *Tai smiled, holding an ice pack against his head with a bloody tissue up his nose.* Oh we also have a guest with us.
Wassup. *Raven said, sipping some coffee with a black eye and a band-aid on her forehead.*
I wrote abetter fic BUT TUMBLR RELOADED I HATE AKSDJFASKJF. apparently tumblr thought you couldn’t handle my last fic so good luck with this one.
trigger warning: angst, rejection
prince took a deep breath, it was now or never.
he knocked on Anxietys door waiting for a response. after a few minutites Anxiety finally opened his door
“i thought I smelt an egoist prince at my door, whats up?”
“just wanted to check up on you hot topic,” Prince smirked. Anxiety rolled his eyes
“could be worse, it would be better if you were a mile away”
“are you implying I’m too hot to be near you?” Prince asked.
“I’m implying it’s time for you to move so I can leave.”
“I’ll let you leave-on one condition.” prince said. anxiety raised his eyebrows
Anxiety look confused and then horrified.
“wait do you-do you think I have a crush on you?”
prince looked at him confused, wait he wasn’t flirting with him?
“prince… I was just flirting with you, I never meant anything by it.”
prince could feel a lump in my throat, he was surprised when he managed to make himself sound normal.
“gotcha!” prince smirked. Anxiety looked confused;
“you thought I was serious! I can’t believe you thought that!” Prince said, trying to keep his tears from forming in his eyes,
“prince I don’t-i’m sorry”
“no its fine! I was just teasing you.”
“uh, can I go” he was obviously uncomfortable-why did Prince do that to him. Why couldn’t he have done something more subtle like killing a dragon? prince snapped out of his thoughts,
“oh yeah definitely! sorry, I just psh, I can’t believe you thought I was serious. As if! am I that good of an actor?” Prince couldn’t hold it back longer.
“no youre not, Prince-”
“no its okay, uh-I’m gonna go now.” prince turned around and closed his eyes walking towards his room, almost falling over a couple things on his way, “oh ha, I better watch where I’m going.” he could see pitty and guilty in anxiety’s eyes. how could be he so stupid thinking that his crush would like him back.
he managed to keep his tears from pouring out until he got in his room.
In ego inc, I feel like there's a system. Like one ego won't be the same without another. Like you said in the post about if Doc went missing, all the egos would end up dying. It's the same with the googles in all honesty. But I feel it related to all the egos. Wilford and Bim are the showstopping dynamic duo, I couldn't imagine one without the other. And then there's Silver and Ed, which I've noticed get along extremely well. It's kinda like a circle. I dunno how to explain -_-
You’re right! They’re like a chain. If you break one link, the chain becomes useless. Everything falls apart. They each contribute something to the bigger whole, and that’s why I like the idea that they’re one big, crazy family! If they were to lose a member, the whole thing would get thrown out of balance.
i used to be a larry it got a little ridiculous and i couldn't hang anymore. why y'all such conspiracy theorists tho? what if none of this is subliminal like honestly they could have been in love in the beginning but i don't see it towards the end or even now. i'm gay as fuck for larry when i believed they were in love but
“why y'all such conspiracy theorists tho?”
It’s not my fault that whoever is behind this ridiculous cycle of stunts is so bad at their job and so bad at lying that the idea that a 24 year-old man was pushing a doll around in a pram whilst being photographed seemed 100% more likely than the story they told. Seriously. I wrote about it back in January here and I’m not copying and pasting it all, but it outlines what has been presented as “fact” versus what I actually saw with my own two eyes. It’s not even a conspiracy article, it’s words versus actions. Which is what everything comes down to. You’ve heard the whole “actions speak louder than words” saying yeah? Well it’s a good way to go about critical thinking. I prefer to think of what I say and post as “critical thinking” as opposed to “conspiracy”.
That article isn’t even taking into account that they announced the birth originally on the 20th of October 2015.
I mean…it clearly looks like unfinished copy, but why have this story ready to go in October. On the day that One Direction cancelled their first show ever in five years.
But no, they really covered that up well and didn’t at all shroud the actual birth in any kind of mystery by having some lady announce it on Instagram before having Louis do a slow stroll past a TMZ photographer on his way to go into Sunglass Hut to have a quick look around before deeming their selection aggressively inadequate for his royal highness and walking back out via same pap in case they didn’t get the shot the first time.
I suppose I can see why people think this is a crazy conspiracy given how it’s covered in the media…
my moms biggest argument for why i cant be trans is "i cant believe that your whole friend group ended up being like this. its not that common." i dont want to discredit my friends validity, but i think the only way to convince her is to tell her i figured it out first out of all of them, so i couldn't have been "convinced" by them at all to be this way (and bc i drifted away from them until after i knew) i think if my friend group wasnt trans she'd believe me more and wouldnt think its a phase
Hey there. Scientifically they proved that lgbtq people tend to group together even before they know they are lgbt because of the similiar midsets and also something about pheromones each person gives off. I cant find the article but its worth a shot looking for it. And telling your mom you knew first might help. But id tell your friends before you tell her and explain it to them so they understand. Good luck!