you are everything that is right in the world

“I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.”

-The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) dir. Stephen Chbosky

anonymous asked:

So odd that Caitriona engaged the fans with her #gratefulfor tweets etc. before her vacation/ announcement almost daily, and after GG and her #bestfansever tweets (that didn't sit well with many) she's been pretty much silent (except for her retweets). Makes me think even more that the way everything rolled out was (badly) planned. :/

You may be right.

It’s hard to tell what type of narrative they were going for ( of course a one-dimensional advertising approach does not work anymore. It’s no longer effective. People want a reason to love a show/brand/movie they want to know how it will fit into their story and belong in their world ) 🤓

Every time I go near a hospital now I find myself wanting to smash up the whole world and everything in it.

45 minutes driving round to find a parking space because the car parks are all owned by private companies who had double yellow lines painted on the surrounding roads. £25 fine is you haven’t got the right change. Scared anxious people waiting 6 to 7 hours for admission. Visitors standing around outside for half an hour to see patients because there’s no staff available to open the security door.

The people who did this to the NHS should never ever be forgiven.

anonymous asked:

hey, if you don't want to talk about it, it's alright. just know that because you're not from this world doesn't necessarily mean you can't make it your home, your life; and i mean a real life, with all the kind of things you can do here now that you couldn't before. and it's what that makes it confusing, so hey. you have all the time of the world ! -B☆

Edge Lord: Yes, you’re right. I do have time for that. I shouldn’t rush into any big decision before I think everything through. I’ve never approached problems this way and I shouldn’t start now.

For telling the story of a boy and his journey to discover self-worth, thank you ONE ♥

2018 moods

you’ve been waiting to read your new book all day, finally getting to sit down with it and a cup of tea. soon you’re lost in its content, hearing only the sound of pages being turned gentle rain outside.

you’re laughing so hard tears being to form in your eyes, you’re stomach already hurting. no matter how hard you and your friend try, you both just can’t seem to stop.

it’s early, way too early in the morning, the sun hasn’t even come up yet. still, you’re already awake, seemingly before the rest of the world. everything is quiet and calm as you calmly breathe in and breathe out, ready to start the day off right.

“great work!” the little note on your essay says. you’ve worked so, so hard for this, and finally it has paid off. instantly, you begin to smile, newfound motivation radiating off of your beaming face. you can do this, everything you set your mind to is possible.

sometimes it seems like you can get lost in their eyes forever, forgetting the world around you. nothing exists, and even if it does, nothing comes close to being as important as this moment and the happiness you feel.

right now you’ve literally survived everything you’ve ever had to face and sure it’s been hard but you DID that and you will keep doing it because life is worth it! you will see so many more beautiful things and cry at movies and read incredible poems and wake up one day to the face of someone you love more than anyone else in the world. you will keep going. and you’ll be okay.

the above message was written for a display set up at the tower records located in kichijoji, japan:

shawols, are you eating? have you been sleeping well? i don’t know what to write. when my world turned dark and my mind blank in an instant, my friend told me these words. “not only the music he created, but the days he lived will continue to exist. so long as you continue to think of him, there will be many things to gain from those days.” i was saved by these words. they’re right, not everything has been lost. the music he created, his words, the days he lived, and the jjong who lives in your memories, they will all continue to exist. in your earphones, inside your hearts, in many places. in various forms. regardless of time or the era, transcending dimensions, [he] will continue to resonate. jonghyun who was gifted musically and brought joy to many people. jjong who was loved by many. it is now jjong’s turn to be happy. i look up at the sky everyday as i wish for my love to reach him. the fact that i was able to learn about and meet a person called “kim jonghyun” is no doubt my life’s precious treasure. thank you. i will always continue to love you. shawols, let’s [start] walking little by little, at times moving forward, at times stopping, and at times moving back, in this world where jjong’s music and words exist. (source: mredwardsanders)

One day I’ll look up at the sky and realize even up there you make my days shine bright; but not today.

He suffered from depression but always made sure we found comfort and healing through his songs. He suffered from insomnia and anxiety but that never stopped him from stepping onstage to perform for us. He fought for LGBT rights. He was an advocate for mental health. He loved his family, his members, his dog, his fans, his job. Lest we forget such a wonderful soul.

You’ve been so brave. You’ve done the best you could. You’ve done so well. I’m so proud of you. Thank you for everything. I feel nothing but love and appreciation for your contribution towards trying to make this world a better place for other people. I’m sorry you had to go this way. My heart goes out to jjong’s family, the SHINee members and my fellow Shawols. Thank you to the medical staff who tried their best to bring back our precious boy, and thank you to the police who responded to Sodam’s distress call, no matter how late. 수고했어요.

Thank you for everything, Jonghyun. We will continue to love you and we will continue to love SHINee. Rest well, rest easy.


“SHINee didn’t lose a member, they gained an angel”.

If you want to go back in time and hug your 8 year old self, give yourself a hug now. If you want to protect them, protect yourself now. Help yourself now. Care for yourself now. Be the guide you needed as a kid for the guide you need right now.

You can’t change the past and you can’t save yourself from everything that happened to you, but you can refuse to accept the lack of love you got. Give yourself that love. Look straight into a mirror and look at that 8 year old beautiful beautiful child who you know deserves better than this. And give them better than this. 

Treat them right. Treat yourself right. You were worth the world back then, and you’re still the same person. You still deserve the world. So get yourself in gear and go get it.

A Pauper’s Grave

Jakku hadn’t changed a bit. It was all as Rey remembered: the sun just as searing, the air as dry, the people as selfish and desperate. The galaxy’s garbage bin, where junk was left to rot.

She found her parents’ grave on the outskirts of town, so close to the place where she’d spent years bargaining for her daily bread, waiting for a family already laid to rest. Rey remembered coming here once when she was five or six, just a few days after her parents had sold her to Unkar Plutt. She’d buried it down, deeper than the single grave that held their bodies.

The spot was marked by a stripped down cruiser’s battery. It had been so heavy to her childish arms that she’d been forced to beg an older scavenger to carry it for her. It was a miracle that the shifting sands hadn’t dislodged it.

Rey sat, legs crossed, and pressed her bare hands to the ground. Breathe, Luke would have told her. Just breathe.

She could feel the decay below the earth, bones stripped of flesh toward no purpose. This wasn’t Ahch-To; her parents’ bodies had never fed new life.

They’d been weak people with rough lives who had loved neither her nor each other. Your parents threw you away like garbage, Ben had said. A nasty thing to toss in her face, and all the more bitter to swallow because it was true.

Rey spent that night in her AT-AT. (A foul-mouthed Twi’lek had taken it for himself, but one swing of her lightsaber near his lekku had the bastard running off.) She could have slept aboard the Falcon, or better yet taken it back to base, but she didn’t want to. She wasn’t ready to leave. Maybe she’d never been ready to leave.

Her hammock was gone, but the Twi’lek had put together a pallet of musty blankets and flight seat cushions. Rey clutched her doll to her chest, looking up at the wall defaced with thousands of tally marks. Each one commemorating a day passed on this desert hell, wasted waiting on people who were here all along, dead and buried.

Rey didn’t cry. She’d shed enough tears for a family who had undoubtedly shed none on her.

She was half asleep when she felt the world slow down, her crippled walker hushed to an unnatural silence. And then Ben was there, lying right beside her.

He stared at her with hungry eyes, mouth trembling with want and anger.

“No wonder you wore a mask,” Rey said. “Everything you think shows on your face.”

Ben sat up and snarled, baring his uneven teeth. Rey looked up at him, frozen under the weight of his fury.

“I should be the angry one. It didn’t have to be this way, Ben.”

He laughed, a sound so sharp that it could cut her from across the stars. “No, it didn’t. You could have come with me, ruled with me. And instead you’re doing–what, trying to build a rebellion out of one ship full of fighters?”

Rey didn’t answer, although his assessment was spot on and he had to know it.

Then he softened, settling back to the calm she’d learned to expect from him in the quiet moments when the Force connected them. It was strange, how even keeled he could be with her when the rest of the world only ever saw his rage, as unbridled as an animal’s.

“What do you want?” Rey asked. “You know I won’t join you.”

Ben’s gaze swept over her, taking her in, and Rey felt suddenly exposed. She could be his prey, lying on her back like this; she could be his lover.

He reached for her, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. Rey closed her eyes, a shudder rippling over her body. They’d touched so little since they met that it always felt precious, even when it was only the ghost of him that laid hands on her.

“Come back to me,” he whispered. “Please.”

Ben cupped her cheek now, and Rey clenched her jaw to keep from making some small, pitiful noise. It felt so good to make him beg, to break this powerful man over his need for her–but it was growing so hard to deny him, more difficult every time he asked. Rey leaned into his touch, stealing what comfort she could while he was here. The Force wouldn’t allow them much more time. She could already feel their connection slipping away, the noise of the real world invading this sacred space.

Rey couldn’t give in, but she could give him something.

“I miss you,” she said.

Ben looked down at her, his vulnerable lips parting, but she’d never know what he was going to say, because then he was gone.

Rey held her doll tighter. She’d almost forgotten the principal law of this world, the one that ruled every day of her childhood: the desert only took, never gave.


NOTES: This story is for the @reylofanfictionanthology‘s TLJ Flash Fic Challenge prompt “Jakku”

Sufjan’s blog titles

I am trying to create a list/archive of sorts of the titles that Sufjan’s blog has had. Very incomplete, not organized by date. I changed the case from upper case to lower case for readability. Add more if you know them! 

  • i go everywhere you go
  • the better moon arose
  • double your impact triple your money
  • owner of a lonely heart
  • s/u/f/j/a/n/ s/t/e/v/e/n/s/ stay positive! 
  • s*u*f*j*a*n* s*t*e*v*e*n*s* Bucky Beaver Billy Bird
  • human rights fan page
  • almost everything is not on the internet. find it. 
  • i hate myself. 
  • peace to the world 
  • enjoy your new life ®
  • get off the internet 
  • sufjan loves you
  • i would die 4 u
  • i’m gonna be so drunk at your wedding
  • ——-///////|||||||\\\\ ——-
  • scooby-doo fan club
  • jar jar binks fan club
  • rooms within rooms
  • little drummer boy toy
  • half of what i say is meaningless…
  • s*u*f*j*a*n* s*t*e*v*e*n*s* “my pointless website”
  • the secret is loneliness
  • grammar is god
  • all remnants of dignity, however insufficient
  • girls are more helpful than boys 
  • where dove and cedar accompany each other 
  • the world is abundant
  • fruity pebbles
  • love your enemies
  • love your neighbours

You want to know my new favorite thing?

Little Kid Nerd Culture.

Little kids have an interpretation of nerd culture that is so pure and happy. Things are awesome or they’re scary, but they’re never boring. They’re never poorly done.

Kids don’t worry about continuity; everything goes by the Rule of Cool. Anything can cross over with anything.

Rainbow Dash and Batman? Awesome. Waluigi and the Footbots from Ninja Turtles? Totally makes sense. Star Wars and Star Trek? Obviously the same world because they both live in space!

Try to tell a kid this guy’s actually a bad guy? Nope! This is the “good guy version”. Didn’t you know? What do you mean Flash can’t fly? Look, he’s flying right now, with his best friends, Spider-man and Ninjago! Later he’s going to race with Sonic the Hedgehog, after they save the Heart of Tafiti.

Earlier, my five year old son and I watched the original Star Wars. His takeaway? Darth Vader is a “really mean guy” because he shot R2D2. Now, he’s playing with Legos and singing “Barry Allen had a little lamb”. I wish I was clever enough to make that up.

Last night, we were watching a movie and my stupid adult brain kept nitpicking little things. Then, I heard my son gasp at a moment that I was so used to I forgot to be shocked, and it brought me right back down to Earth.

I love how he can just enjoy things. I want to try to be like him.

They lied, my friend. They injected
their despair beneath your skin
like a parasitic insect laying eggs
in the body of another species.

Nothing they said is true,
everything about you is honorable. Every pore
that opens and closes—a multitude
along the expanse of your body, the
follicles from which hair sprouts
emerging again and again like spiders’ floss
spun from a limitless source.

You wait, huddled. Or carry yourself from
place to place like a burden. As if
you would stash yourself, if you could,
in a bus station locker, or somewhere smaller.
You don’t really hope, but
you can’t give it up completely.

Some stubborn nugget
is lodged like a bullet in bone.
Though each breath stings with the cold
suck of it, you can know the truth.
Every cell of your body vibrates with its own intelligence.
Every atom is pure.”

—  Ellen Bass
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good to know tons of people are ready to fight anyone who ruins mylene’s life next season

tags from my post here / insp

bonus: 

NOT QUITE SO FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT IGNIS SCIENTIA IS 22 FUCKING YEARS OLD DURING THE MAIN BULK OF THE STORYLINE.

TWENTY. TWO.

If your quarrel with his DLC is him getting Too Out Of Character because he got emotional during a time of fucking CRISIS, I dare you to find ONE EXAMPLE of someone THAT young and THAT dedicated to their closest companion(s) who stayed cool as a cucumber during the entirety of a fucking CRISIS.

It’s EXHAUSTING to keep it together for any amount of time at all, ESPECIALLY when you’re young and have WAY less practice than, say, a 40-year old war veteran.

Additonal reminder that prior to leaving Insomnia Ignis had only heard about how the world outside The Wall was going to shit, he hadn’t seen it in person. Then he stepped outside and EVERYTHING WENT TO HELL IN A HANDBASKET VERY FAST AND RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACE. He had NO personal experience with this mayhem prior to the trip starting.

Of course there were more and more cracks to his facade as the day wore on with no relief in sight. Of COURSE at the end of the day when it was raining and he had just been given a vision of his OLDEST FUCKING FRIEND BEING SENT LIKE A LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER and fucking THEN saw that same friend UNCONSCIOUS next to his DEAD BETROTHED, THEN had think fast and stop Ravus from skewering Noct, Ignis crumbled more. And of FUCKING COURSE HE SNAPPED ENTIRELY WHEN ARDYN WAS ABOUT TO FUCKING KILL NOCT AND HE WAS PINNED ON THE GROUND AND HELPLESS TO STOP IT WHEN HE’D BEEN THROUGH THE WRINGER ALL DAY TRYING TO REACH HIM AND GET HIM TO SAFETY.

I DARE YOU TO TRY AND KEEP CALM THROUGH THAT AMOUNT OF EMOTIONAL TRAUMA AT *ANY* AGE LET ALONE TWENTY *FUCKING* TWO YEARS OLD WHICH IS BASICALLY STILL A BABY WHEN YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT EMOTIONAL MATURITY AND LIFE EXPERIENCE.

*slow exhale*

Ignis kept as calm as he could for longer than I would EVER dare to hope for myself and I’m freaking FIVE years older than him.

Sit down, shut up, and let my sweet boy have his mental apocalypse.

And let the poor kid have his damned Ebony, too. He’s earned it.

Soulmate AU

A Glimpse of You by Allekha ~ 9k

Ratings: General Audiences

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Yuuri is ten when he first feels the connection to his soulmate, twelve when he gets to find out who is on the other end. Victor is nice and has a dog and skates more beautifully than anyone. Yuuri likes talking with him through their connection, but he also badly wants to meet him.

A Voice in the Distance by torikabori ~ 17k WIP

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

In which a soulmate connection has three parts: a shared heartbeat, some secondhand emotions, and a sense of when your soulmate is looking at you.

Each has its inconveniences– especially when one half of the pair is famous, the other has anxiety, and they’re born several timezones apart.

across our skin by thishasbeencary ~ 4k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

When you’re born, you have the first words your soulmate says to you on your arm. When they say them to you, they turn red and you get another set of words that change your relationship with your soulmate. Viktor’s first set is in Japanese and he doesn’t understand, but the second is “Be my coach, Viktor”.

He has the second set for 10 years before he finally hears them.

All That I’ve Got by MadamRed ~ 11k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Once you meet the person you’re destined to be with for life, and the more you interact with them, your soulmate’s favourite thing about you starts appearing somewhere on your body, as if you were, very slowly, getting a tattoo.

But not everyone is lucky when it comes to timing. Viktor Nikiforov, for example, started getting his mark at 17. It appeared on his foot of all places; a burning sensation that made him miss a jump during a competition.

everything that’s silver is not gold by SassySalchow (diedreachin) ~ 11k

Ratings: Mature

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Viktor’s soulmark starts to grow when he’s 25 and researching his competitors for the upcoming Grand Prix Final, and spends the Sochi Olympics trying to figure out who his soulmate is, just to get it wrong.

And then he gets it right.

Turns out, figuring out the who was just the beginning.

Future Self by fishydip ~ 5k

Ratings: General Audiences

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Soulmates AU where one day, at random you wake up in your own body, except in the future after you have already met and fallen in love with your soulmate. you get a random amount of time to spend as your future self to learn more about them.

Viktor’s experience meeting his soulmate is heartwarming and overwhelming
Yuuri’s experience meeting his soulmate is confusing but ultimately he’s happy

Happiest Moments by purpleeyesandbowties ~ 4k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

“The Rostelecom Cup is the day after my birthday,” Yuuri said.
“Okay?” Phichit said, sounding confused.
“The day after my twenty-first birthday,” he finished.
“Oh, shit.”
Yuuri nodded. “Oh, shit.”

I’ve Known You Forever by AKAuthor ~ 2k WIP

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Soulmates experience little bits of pointless information about the other throughout their lives. Yuuri unknowingly learns about Viktor’s ability to walk into glass doors. Viktor learns about Yuuri’s history of falling into pools -and then they start a life together.

Soulmate AU in which you learn vague bits of information about your soulmate throughout your life.

Marks by Drfanfare ~ 18k WIP

Ratings: Not Rated

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Soulmate AU Where whatever is written on you appears on your soulmates skin. This is based on the fic “Unwritten” by Kaizuka.

Viktor spent much of his early years waiting for ink to appear on his skin, signaling the existence of his soulmate. When it didn’t come, he threw himself into his skating. But with the pressure to succeed, it becomes harder to do it alone.

my name is viktor nikiforov by thishasbeencary ~ 5k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/ Victor Nikiforov

Soulmates are telepathically linked to each other, but can only hear the other’s thoughts when they’re in close proximity. Viktor Nikiforov’s soulmate isn’t Russian, but Japanese, and he can’t understand a single word that they think. Other than his name.

Names by DefiantDreams ~ 6k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Yuuri has five Names.

One on his nape: พิชิต

Another going down his left side: ソラ

One underneath his right pectoral: Acel

Another on the sole of his right foot: Юрий

And his personal favorite: Виктор, right at the curve of his left hip.

[Do we really only have one, singular soulmate? Out of 7.2 billion people in the world, how can there only be one person for you? No, instead, there are several people who are right for you at any given time and in many different ways, and there are some who are just more right for you than others.

A trilogy on worlds where soulmate identifiers change, worlds where people have multiple soulmate identifiers and worlds where soulmate marks change as you do.]

Need It the Most by rougeandtonic ~ 5k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

In which Victor and Yuuri switch places right before the Sochi GPF free skate.

—————–

Victor had never thought he would be desperate enough for his soul to call out so strongly to its mate that they literally switched bodies.

But, apparently, he is.

And, whoever this Japanese skater is whose soul had called back out to Victor’s, Victor is going to love him and take care of him and give him everything he deserves.

Starting with the skating he deserves.

On Love: Soulmates by Oliver_966 ~ 29k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

In this world everyone has a soulmate, and everyone has their soulmates name printed on their wrists either from birth, or from the moment their soulmate is born. Everyone’s soulmates name changes colors to tell their soulmate how they’re feeling.

Everyone is destined to meet their soulmate, although not everyone does.

Yuuri is sure that unless he can get on the podium and be Victors equal, he will never truly meet his soulmate, as Victor is so much more important than him.

At least that’s what he thinks.

Spoilers by domokunrainbowkinz ~ 1k

Ratings: General Audiences

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

In a world where the first words your soulmate says to you is on your arm, Yuuri has spoilers to the biggest character death of the decade. 

Switch With Me by Aykimra ~ 21k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

In a world where people switch consciousnesses with their soulmates, Yuuri doesn’t experience his first switch until he is eighteen. He is very surprised to discover who’s body he ends up in.

The Switch by BoredPerson69 ~ 5k

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

The Switch was a true mystery to science. Nobody knew how or why it happened, it just did.

Soulmate AU where Viktor switches bodies with his future self after years of believing he didn’t have a soulmate.

Written by dreameh ~ 2k WIP

Ratings: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Nearly everybody is born with a soulmate. A person and their soulmate can write on their body anywhere and have it on their other half’s body in the exact same spot.

This is the story of Katsuki Yuuri and his soulmate, who doesn’t even know of his existence until he had almost given up all hope of finding his other half.

A Tiny Little Drarry Christmas Drabble

This is just a silly thing that came to me today, and since I’m barely writing at all right now, it felt good to get something down on paper! This also goes out as a thank you to some of the Drarry writers that I’ve followed and loved for so long now. (I hope it’s okay to dedicate a Christmas-themed drabble to you all!). @femmequixotic @noeeon @bixgirl1 @firethesound @lqtraintracks @dictacontrion Thank you so much for the hour and hours of enjoyment your work has given me!!

Draco makes his way through the crowd in Diagon Alley. It’s packed, which is only to be expected this close to Christmas. It’s the 24th, mid-afternoon, and Draco has finished his shopping, but restlessness has sent him from his cozy flat a few blocks away to brave the madness that is wizarding London on Christmas Eve. He wanders down the cobblestone street. It’s snowing lightly, and the lamp posts lining the street are draped with evergreen garland and red and gold bows. Fifteen years later, he thinks, and we’re still decorating in Gryffindor colors.

He runs over his gift list in his mind, thinking of the variety of things he’s picked out for the random assortment of characters who’ve found their way into his life. Like everything else about it, nothing is like what he thought it would be, and he gives thanks for that daily.

He notes the mood of the crowd, mostly festive with an undercurrent of stress, mainly heard in the voices of the mothers as they shepherd their children past the tempting window displays.

“For the last time, Alex,” one exasperated witch says firmly to her son, who cannot be more than five, “I am not buying that organic crup food.” Her voice fades into the crowd as Draco hears, “We don’t even have a crup,” over the wails of her devastated offspring.

He smiles, and decides to head into Flourish and Blotts, as they can always use some last-minute stocking stuffers.  He’s looking over his choices in color-changing ink gel pens, and contemplating whether the hassle of glitter getting everywhere (absolutely everywhere, he remembers with a grimace) is worth the joy that he knows a certain child will feel at having the latest iteration of these monstrosities, when it happens.

He glances up to see a familiar tousled head of a man standing a few steps away, looking at the decorative mug display, and as if drawn by a magnet, green eyes meet his own, and narrow.

“Malfoy.” Potter’s voice is flat, even. “Last minute Christmas shopping?”

Draco narrows his eyes in return. What the hell? What has he done now?

“Actually, my shopping’s been done for ages. Everything’s even wrapped.”

Potter frowns. “What are you doing here, then?”

Draco sighs, “Always so suspicious, Potter. I’m soaking up the festive atmosphere, of course.”

Potter looks around at the crowd, and they both wince as a toddler, somewhere in the depths of the store, winds up for what sounds to be a truly righteous strop. He glances back at Draco and lifts one eyebrow. “Really?”

“Well,” Draco concedes, “I might be thinking of a couple of last minute additions. You?”

Potter shrugs. “Same.” He seems to come to a decision, grabs a couple of mugs off of the display, and as he brushes past Draco to head to the counter to pay, he says, “See you.”

                                                         *****

Draco sits curled up against the plump cushions that line the window seat that looks out onto the lane. It’s dark and outside the snow is still falling gently, shimmering in the glow of the street lamps. The fire is burning, the sparkling lights of the tree behind him are reflected in the glass of the window, he’s got a glass of wine and the latest paperback from his favorite author, and almost everything is right in the world. There’s only one other thing he needs.

He hears the sound of footsteps in the hall, and the door to the flat opens, and a voice calls out, “Draco? Where are you, love?”

“In the living room,” Draco calls back, feeling the missing piece slot into place as Harry drops several bags by the front door and makes his way into the room.

He smiles up at his partner of ten years now, and wiggles closer to the window to make room for Harry to slide onto the seat next to him. Harry wraps his arms around Draco and buries his nose in Draco’s neck.

“Fuck’s sake, Harry, you’re freezing.”

“It’s cold out,” Harry says, unrepentant, “And you might not have noticed, but it’s snowing.”

“I could hardly not notice,” Draco grumbles, “Since you’re rubbing snow all over me.”

Harry pulls back to give an exaggerated leer. “That’s not all I could rub all over you, if you were up for it.”

“Harry,” Draco says, exasperated, “You know there’s no time. We’re due at the Burrow in thirty minutes. I’ve finished all the wrapping, so all you have to do is shower and change. But you need to go now, you know what happens if we’re late.”

Harry tightens his hold on Draco for one more moment, and then sighs. “Fine. I’ll go get ready.”

He stands and as he makes his way down the hall, he calls over his shoulder, “I do think you’re severely underestimating us both though.”

“Well, I’ll have to live with that tragedy. Anyway, ” Draco says, knowing Harry’s penchant for long, moody showers, particularly around the holidays, which can be hard for both them, though ten years of new memories have helped to ease the pain of all they’ve lost, “You need to move it along. If we’re late, you’re wearing the hat.”

Somehow, over the years, a tradition has been born that the last person to arrive for the annual Christmas Eve family celebration has to wear the Santa Hat, complete with reindeer horns which moo for some inexplicable reason, and Draco’s had to wear it for the last three years, and he’ll be damned if he’s wearing it again this year. It’s itchy.

“Fine, I’ll wear it if we’re late,” Harry says as he heads down the hallway to their bedroom. “Can you help me figure out which jumper to wear?”

That’s the other Christmas tradition, everyone finds the ugliest Christmas jumper they can, which are then ceremonially switched out for the annual Molly handknit gift during the present exchange portion of the evening.

“I got you a new one,” Draco calls and he hears a delighted cry from the bedroom.

“Oh, that’s hideous. Thanks, love.”

Draco grins to himself as he stands and follows Harry into their bedroom. The jumper is spread out on the bed, as garish a thing as Draco has ever see. It’s a rainbow pattern, and there is a festive, bare-chested Father Christmas riding a narwhalicorn, who leaves trail of sparkles from its horn. Draco snickers and smooths his hands over his own jumper, which has a naked elf, bits strategically covered by ornaments, dancing around and occasionally shouting out “Got balls?” It’s horrendous and he loves it.

He wanders into the bathroom, where the air is thick with steam and redolent with Harry’s pine-scented shower gel.

“I got those glitter pens for Rose, since we were one gift short for her,” he says.

“Ahh, is that what you were doing?” Harry replies, gurgling a bit under the force of the shower.

“Yes, I meant to ask you,” Draco says, “What was all that ‘Malfoy’ stuff about? I mean, you know I don’t mind a spot of roleplay here and there, but it seemed a bit out of the blue.”

The water turns off, and Draco grabs a towel, casts a quick warming charm and hands it to Harry as he steps out onto the bathmat.

“That,” Harry says in a tone of immense satisfaction, “Is dinner on Ron next week when we go out for New Year’s Eve.”

“What?” Baffled, Draco stares at him and then it hits him. “Oh good lord, you’ve been betting again, haven’t you?”

Harry towels off and grins. “Yeah. He bet me that if I called you Malfoy in public, you wouldn’t go along with it. I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity. He thought you’d get confused and ask me what the hell I was doing.”

“You’re idiots, the both of you,” Draco opines as he heads back into the bedroom. “How did you know I wouldn’t, then, anyway?”

Harry follows him back into the room, towel slung low around his hips, and Draco takes a moment to admire the broad chest and toned arms. Even after ten years together, there are still these moments that make his heart race.

Harry shrugs, and pulls on his pants, and then a pair of well-tailored woolen trousers. He grabs a t-shirt out of his drawer and yanks it over his head, then picks up the jumper from the bed.

“I know you. You’ve never backed down from a challenge in your life, have you? I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist it.”

“Fine,” Draco sighs. “I do wish you’d leave me out of these ridiculous bets, though. One of these days you’ll get it wrong.”

Harry moves over and yanks Draco into a quick kiss. “No, I won’t. Not when I’m betting on you.”