#21 for luck

[cabinetteofcuriosities]

21 for luck;

[rcmclachlan]

what if i put my life in your hands? what if i took your life in mine?

[willgrahamscock]

Tav: kill yourself <3

[httpiastri]

from the f2 site, love the photoshop

a teaser of what he’s gonna look like in the trident suit???? making me go crazy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[selfcarecap]

The group photos in dating apps make me so mad I can’t even explain it. Why do men think that’s a good idea ???? 😭😭 why are men so….men (I fear I still love them 🤭)

I really don’t know, the worst is when they exclusively have group pics because how do I know he’s not the ugliest one? I wonder if they get anyy matches lol. I have one group pic on my profile too but I’ve covered my friends faces like it’s my profile 😭 (I fear still love them too🤭😭)

[sorikaied]

The darkness may destroy my body, but it can't touch my heart. My heart will stay with my friends. It'll never die!

happy 21st anniversary to kingdom hearts! — 03.28.2002

[numberfiveisback]

To Cassidy's utmost delight and my eternal relief, Chapter 21 is in progress!

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

it's always i love you and never dosti ke alava bhi kuch rishte hote hai... kuch rishte jo hum samajhte nahi... kuch rishte jo hum samajh na nahi chahte (choobh to nahi raha)... kuch rishte jinka koi naam nahi hota sirf ehsaas hota hai (choobh to nahi raha) ...kuch rishte jinki koi deewar nahi hoti sarhad nahi hoti (choobh to nahi raha) ...aaise rishte jo dil ke rishte hote hai pyaar ke rishte hote hai mohabbat ke rishte hote hai (choobha? mujhe bhi <3)

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

guess it’s that time again

[front-facing-pokemon]

[allofthemdrms]

when u have met pet rats reading abt them as gross creatures in books makes u so sad like thats a little baby…. just give him a wash and some cuddles he’s a baby…..

[lornrocks]

You may have forced Sam & Bucky to divorce but hey now, good luck separating Eddie & Venom or Wade & Logan, motherfuckers.

[breakbleheavens]

taylor playing in the store while looking for eras outfits feels like a threat

[rockingrobin69]

High Stakes

CW for alcohol and gambling

The room is too hot with all the windows shut, curtains drawn. Beads of sweat drip down the back Harry’s neck, but he keeps his face cool. Everything depends on this. He raises an eyebrow, then his hand.

“Ten thousand.”

The air is still, no movement around the table. Sharp somehow. Faces glint in the dim light, affecting calm, but he can see behind the masks. Always could. It was his special gift, if you’d like, his secret weapon. Magic helped too. And now, all he has to do is wait: the long game finally reaching its climax. It should happen any second now. Any second.

To his left, a thin man grinds his teeth. “Out.”

Mr. moustache adds a huff to it. “I’m out.”

Across the table, the flashy tosser with the smile and the name winks. “Sorry, lads. Out this round.”

Which leaves only them at it; the hunter and his prey. One narrow eyebrow arches infinitely high.

“All right, then. All in.”

There’s challenge in his tone. The only man Harry’s never been able to read. Of the shields he uses Harry knows, both magical and not, unbreakable. He bites his lip, the false tell he spent all night ascertaining: it won’t help, not here, not with him. But maybe courage will.

The pile on the table is stacked high enough to make you dizzy. Harry sucks in a groan.  

“All in.”

The collective intake of breath is rank in the air, overwhelming the whiskey, firey scent. A crooked smile unveils sharp teeth. He lays the cards down, and Harry’s heart skips a beat—not because he won, but due to the cards themselves: ace of spades, ace of clubs, ace of hearts.

Ace of hearts. He did it.

Relief is heady, thick like fog, spreading through his entire body. His hands clutch the edge of his seat like he might fall in. He might, fall or fall apart, only time will tell. Around the table the commotion resumes, grimaces fixed into dark smiles, shuffles intensify into near-threats. They’ll deal with all that when they have to. There are more important things, now. Things like grey eyes and the promise they hold, of cooperation, of assent. Of trust. 

He corners Malfoy after the next round, a glass of Patron in his hand, smile far more dangerous. More intoxicating. Even pushed against the wall he seems immaculate—must have drank, what, twice as much as Harry. In the dank room, damp with expectations and high stakes, not a single hair out of place. Harry wants to devour him. Instead he grins.

“Knew they’ll change your mind in the end.”

Malfoy shakes his head. “Not for them. For you.”

“For me.” It feels tight in his throat. “Are we going back in? I can’t leave without Rosier.”

“Yes, yes.” Malfoy rolls his eyes, but then leans forward to plant a surprise kiss on Harry’s lips. “Here. For luck.”

Harry dives in. Not for luck, but for this, for him. 

(Day 21 of @flufftober​! Find all previous ficlets here, or on AO3)      

[themanwhomadeamonster]

would be nice to hear your opinion + mastery rank too! :)

[essektheylyss]

[pov: you made a pun in the fey solstice party buffet line and you're not sure if she's laughing or you're about be get turned into compost]

really just posting cuz I said I was only gonna paint for an hour and then I... kept going. but I've got shit to do and I cannot hyperfocus on Amana before I play her again on Sunday or I will get absolutely nothing done.