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5 Ways Hitch Dreyse Will Outlive All of You

so i have a lot of thoughts about Hitch, and honestly i have never really collected or posted them before but i’ve been thinking about her character a lot lately, and so i decided maybe i should do so. There’s always been stuff floating around about her, and i never really resonated too hard with most of the fandom views, so i think i’ll try putting into my words what i think about her (and some on marlo) as a character and where her position *may* stand right now (if she shows up again.) This wasn’t supposed to get so in depth but it did, and hopefull it can help other people see her better than how she presents herself at face value, becuase she is SO interesting. 

Here you are! My first ever meta post!

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the get down appreciation week day three: fav relationship 

The Soul Madonnas

anonymous asked:

headcanon where draco has awful nightmares and wakes up screaming in the middle of the night to harry on top of him comforting him which is such a change from school years when harry was the one with the nightmares

co-written with the beautiful and talented @saintdrarry

Harry suddenly jolted awake.                     

At first he stared around in the dark, his eyes wide and unfocused and his sheets tangled between his legs. The room around him looked odd, foreign - not his own apartment in London, that was for sure - and it took him nearly a full minute to realize why he had woken up in the first place.

He wasn’t alone.

The first sign that gave it away was the cold arm draped over Harry’s chest, almost clinging painfully, a hand digging into his side. The second was the smell - the smell of something sweet, and the obvious smell of sour, of sex. The third sign were the hollering, ear-piercing screams that tore through the air, and the body next to Harry convulsing, trembling, shivering as if they were having a heart-attack.

“Bugger,” Harry muttered under his breath, and he immediately tightened his grip around the other person. He didn’t care about their identity - not at the moment, anyway, not when they were screaming, when they were obviously having a nightmare.

(Merlin knew Harry’d had enough of those for a lifetime.) 

So Harry scooted over, wrapping his other arm around their flat chest. (A boy, then.) Besides the fact that it was flat, it was marked, too, marked by ugly and rash scars that seemed to stretch along to the boy’s abdomen. This fact only made Harry tighten his grip more, and he buried his face deep inside the other boy’s hair, whispering softly to calm him down, to make sure that he knew he was safe, he was okay, the war was over -

Slowly, steadily, the other boy’s screams stopped - his whole body still convulsing with the tremors from the panic, but he was breathing, he was calming down, and that was all that mattered. 

“Hey,” Harry breathed after a while of silence, caressing the other’s chest tenderly, “is it alright if I turn the light on?”

Suddenly, the other boy stilled.

It was completely silent for a while, and then the boy groaned, “No. Seriously? You? Fuck this, fuck you -”

And then, as if someone had flipped a switch, it all came rushing back.

The night before, at the pub. The firewhiskey. The many, many glasses of firewhiskey. The dancing - oh, dear Merlin, the dancing with the most handsome boy on the dancefloor, the hungry kisses that followed, them ending up in the shitty bathroom and then apparating to this place, the ripping of each other’s clothes to get closer, to see and feel and kiss more skin, to tear the other apart, to devour -

“Malfoy,” Harry stated glumly. Figures. 

“Potter.” Draco turned around, his face clouded with distaste. For a second it looked like he was going to punch Harry. Then, breathing in sharply, he just pushed him away - and Harry would’ve fallen off the bed if it wasn’t for the fact that Draco was shaking still. “Have you never heard of boundaries?” He sneered at Harry in the dark. “Of course you haven’t, you’re a bloody Gryffindor, after all.”

“Boundaries?” Harry snorted. “We’ve had sex, I don’t see how -”

Draco’s cheeks darkened. “Merlin, Potter, sex doesn’t equal cuddling, so just get the fuck away from me -”

Harry resolutely flopped back on his back, his arms in the air. “Jesus! Fine.”



That git. Harry sighed, and he put his hands behind his head, too wired to go to sleep now. How could he have slept with Draco Malfoy? Sure, believing the flashbacks of last night flashing before his eyes gave the indication that it had been, in fact, very very very good - but still. Malfoy.

A whimper ripped through the air, and Harry’s head snapped to the left.

Draco was shivering, but it was obvious it wasn’t because of the cold. His fists were clutched around his own chest, his eyes scrunched shut as if to hold the obvious terrors from overwhelming him, and Harry could almost feel Draco’s heartbeat going bonkers.

“Draco,” Harry tried softly, “are you okay?”

“Yes, I am,” Draco snapped back, not moving from his position. “Go away.”

“Draco, you’re drenched in sweat.”

“That’s obviously yours. I’m a Malfoy. We don’t sweat.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Your proximity does that to me.”

And that did it for Harry - he had enough. “Fuck it,” he cursed, “c’mere, Draco.”

All Draco could utter was a confused, “What -” before Harry jumped, wrapping himself around Draco so tightly it must be hurting him.

“What the -” Draco shouted loudly, his arms flailing around as he was suddenly dragged towards Harry. “Potter, let me go -”

Draco kept struggling, kicking and nudging and pinching at every patch of Harry’s skin he could find - but Harry was having none of it. He’d had his own fair share of nightmares, and however hard Draco might be protesting, Harry knew how hard it was, without someone there to ground you. Without someone to remind you that you’re still alive

So he kept holding him, so tight it might bruise, breathing hotly in Draco’s neck, murmuring incoherent, tender things onto his skin. 

And then, finally, Draco breathed out slowly, and he sagged in Harry’s arms - surrendering at last.


i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.

Dear harmos,

Please don’t ruin this for Mani by saying insane things and alienating her fanbase from the others. She needs all the support she can get and it needs to come by way of her dancing prowess and overall presence on the show. You can be supportive of Normani without demeaning other people’s favorites okay?



idk but it makes me ecstatic every time i see people excited about recovered cats that were abused or like ran over. like i nursed my cat back to health when i took her in after she was hit and she’s got the prettiest single eye on this planet (probably the universe) and i hope it inspires people to save cats like that instead of euthanizing them or thinking theyre bizarre looking. orphan’s vet wanted to put her down and i noped out of there and nursed her back my damn self and got the literal best cat on earth for it. i mean maybe don’t do it entirely by yourself just i’m saying damaged goods aint bad goods.

“Pistols aren’t the only guns I know how to handle.”

Soooo this is my second attempt at making art. I think the shading made a difference?

ok but consider
  • Lena’s National City’s biggest villain
  • she’s not a bad guy though, obviously 
  • she doesn’t want to KILL anyone, she just enjoys a little chaos
  • she also enjoys when a certain superhero comes out to stop her
  • maybe she has a tiny little crush on Supergirl, sure, but that doesn’t mean anything
  • and its not that Supergirl is the reason she became a villain, of course
  • that’d be crazy
  • she just, you know, was inspired to Do Crime after Supergirl came out
  • and if she chooses to relocate herself and her company headquarters to National City and then start a reign of terror there as well, well
  • that’s just a coincidence
  • and suuureee, maybe she becomes a little overly attached to junior reporter Kara Danvers during her days as CEO, but what have you?
  • it’s not like Lena knows Kara is Supergirl
  • not like she knows everything there is to know about one Kara Danvers
  • knows her work schedule
  • her home address
  • that she spends her free time fighting crime
  • oh no no, her liking Kara is just a coincidence. yup. that’s it.
  • and if she leans in a little closer than necessary when she talks to her, invites her to galas and dinners and ceremonies, well
  •  it doesn’t mean anything
  • if she dons a mask and robs banks and takes hostages just to come face-to-face with the girl of steel only to somehow escape after some witty banter and innuendo? 
  • please. 
  • unrelated. irrelevant.
  • it’s just a crush, after all. inconsequential
  • definitely not an alternative way of being close to the girl
  • definitely not the closest she’s gotten to intimacy with someone she’s been obsessing with for months.
  • and definitely not constantly frustrating her to no end that the girl of steel is just as ignorant of her sexual advances as her glasses-wearing alter ego
  • it doesn’t matter what she says, how she approaches her. she’s completely unaware
  • but Lena doesn’t get frustrated, no. She just gets more creative.
  • perhaps she’ll have to step her game up, then, on all fronts
  • Kara Danvers will never know what hit her.

can y’all just chill about the girl squad? like the first episode has yet to air and everyone is just making text posts about how you know dislike the girls blablabla. like chill perhaps? as if every season doesnt develop the background characters while the main character grows. you guys need to let the story be told and not jump into conclusions already. let these characters have flaws, let them be real, lets also remember that every main has also flaws and makes mistakes, and their pov sometimes is very biased and they expand their horizon during their season and see beyond their bubble. so just fucking chill.