#but today is not that day 😅

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[myokk]

fast sketch of my one-shot with Ominis💓

legilimency

Word count: 1.700

Rating: M (language)

Ominis Gaunt is a lost case - lost to the whims of one very determined Gryffindor sitting at his side.

They sit in the back of the History of Magic classroom, the only two students not lulled to somnolence by their professor. He: trying his hardest to focus on Professor Binns’ droning (easier said than done). She: trying her hardest to distract Ominis while not being entirely sure of being successful or not (easier attempted than understood).

Professor Binns is completely insufferable, of course. Ominis wonders if the ghost is as blind as he is: Binns willfully ignores the fact that all of his students use his class as an excuse to get a nap in (maybe he simply doesn’t see them sleeping - only one of many reasons why Ominis has decided he could never be a professor), rambling on and on in the most boring way possible. As if he were trying to be as dull as possible (maybe he does it to avoid interacting with the students which…can’t be to blame). In a different life, Ominis could see himself quite liking the subject, but as things stand he despises it.

Especially now.

Ominis fervently wishes that he could fall asleep.

Then, he might avoid hearing her thoughts - they’re consuming him and he can’t ignore them as much as he would like to.

Normally, he loves this class - not the subject, obviously - but the class itself, for the sheer fact that it is the only time where he gets some peace and quiet. Everyone’s minds nice and quiet and shut off for the time being while they sleep. Although he has gotten used to ignoring the thoughts of everyone around him, their various voices mixing and mingling with each other into a dull thrum in the back of his mind, it is nice to have some quiet once in a while.

But right now, with everyone asleep except for the Gryffindor at his side, her thoughts are so loud it’s like she’s screaming at him.

So here he is, wishing he could fall asleep, leave the class, maybe turn off the infernal legilimency that has haunted him his whole life.

(His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

He is stuck listening to her.

It doesn’t help that she seems to have caught on to him - something he had managed to avoid until now. Nobody else, not even Sebastian or Anne, has ever suspected a thing. But, in all fairness, those two are extremely loud and say every single thought that passes through their minds out loud even when they should remain quiet, and nobody else has had the opportunity to spend enough time with Ominis to begin to suspect anything.

Until her.

He had to go and let that blasted girl worm her way into his life, not leaving him alone ever, always looking for excuses to talk and ask his opinion, and being so intelligent that he wanted to invite her to study with him and talk with him and…

Since it happened a few nights ago, he hasn’t stopped cursing himself for that stupid offhand comment he made. They had been studying in silence in the library together, by the history books where nobody else ever ventures (thank you, Professor Binns), and he could have sworn that she asked him if he was finally going to walk her back to her common room (he blames a lack of sleep and wishful thinking for this mishap). His traitorous face had flushed and he had jumped at the chance to escort her - maybe she would let him carry her bag, or… - only to feel his whole body go cold and his stomach drop when her response wasn’t what he’d expected.

A pause: then: a confused voice: ‘Ominis, I didn’t say anything.’

His Gryffindor wasn’t stupid like Gryffindors were normally wont to be. He knew her, and he knew that after his monumental mistake, the gears in her brain were turning and he was terrified that somehow she had figured it out.

(His Gryffindor?)

She had been unusually quiet around him since then, although he bitterly noticed that she was still acting normally with everyone else. Still finding every opportunity to punch Sebastian in the shoulder and laugh with Anne, still whispering with Natsai about Merlin knows what, still…

But she had been avoiding Ominis. He couldn’t stand it.

Well, avoiding him right until this stupid class, when she had to go and sit right next to him (ignoring the fact that she always sits next to him in History of Magic, that everyone already has and adheres to their unofficial seats), and he can’t ignore her.

She’s pretending to take studious notes, but he knows better. The scratching of her quill blending with the droning of Professor Binns’ voice but not drowning out her thoughts. They float above the other noises, her voice sweet and piercing. Ominis wonders vaguely what she’s actually writing, because he’s positive it isn’t notes.

Professor Binns looks so sexy right now with his medieval hat, talking about…whatever it is he’s passionate about. I wonder if he would let me talk to him after class without floating through me like he normally does…

Ominis is determined not to react. She’s obviously trying to bait him. But…what if she is attracted to Professor Binns? Is he an attractive man? At the thought, the fist that’s resting on top of his desk clenches, but he works to make sure his face remains impassive. Apart from a twitch of his lips, he thinks he’s been quite successful.

She: huffing and shifting in her chair, her robes rustling as she crosses her legs. He: keeping his head facing forward, steadfastly ignoring her.

She changes tactics.

Maybe she’s just as insufferable as the other Gryffindors, after all.

I wonder what Ominis would say if he knew I woke up moaning today after a dream about him -

He shifts slightly in his seat, hoping that she’s so busy taking notes (who’s he kidding) that she won’t notice his discomfort as his trousers tighten -

…the girls in my dorm have been bothering me nonstop about who I’ve been mooning over but I don’t want them to…

His hand is in such a tight fist it’s a wonder he’s not breaking any fingers as he tries to remain as still as possible, but his traitorous arousal is making her thoughts harder and harder to ignore. Had he ever been able to ignore her?

…his tongue was deep inside me as I screamed his name…

He feels his face heat up at the thought - where had she learned such vulgar language? - and his whole body stiffens. He’s sure that she can feel the tension and warmth radiating off of him in waves but that…she…his insane little lion keeps shouting at him in the silence of the classroom. She’s now stopped all pretense of taking notes and is sitting stock still.

…his cock deep inside of me as…wait…what else did I hear Garreth say to Leander that night?…um… She shifts uncomfortably, her knee grazing Ominis’s as she moves to squeeze her legs together. It’s all he can do to not groan and remain impassive. Oh god…I…what’s that feeling? This was just supposed to get back at him for probably - maybe - reading my thoughts and I’m officially insane because how would he even be able to do that?…his ears turning red from embarrassment are so adorable and I can’t stand this anymore and…

Ominis tries his hardest not to move his head in her direction. His jaw flexes. Maybe he can drown her out if he starts reciting potions ingredients, or if he focuses on what Professor Binns is saying, but even he knows its futile. He’s hanging on to her every word - thought? - and his head slowly turns in her direction as she keeps going.

…does he know how much I think about him? Oh god, what if he dreams of me the same way I…

He slams the open book in front of him shut, the loud noise causing Sebastian to jerk awake and babble incoherently for a moment before slumping back over his desk, drooling and snoring lightly. Nobody else in the class seems to notice except her of course. Blissfully, she has stopped talking - thinking - and he can finally -

It’s no use. He needs to get out of there. She has invaded his mind and…What if she starts up again with her filthy thoughts that are bleeding into his own and -

Did he hear me? I didn’t actually think…oh god, can he hear me now? What have I done?

Ominis very slowly brings his hand over to where he knows hers is. The quill falls out of her hand and he hears a sharp intake of breath at their contact. His fingers trace her knuckles and then he slowly trails them up her arm. His fingertips are so sensitive that he could swear that he feels every thread that he passes, her skin warm and alive underneath the fabric. Then to her neck, her throat bobs and he feels her erratic heartbeat. Finally, he reaches her face. She remains very, very still as his fingers brush over her features for the first time.

He has never touched someone like this before.

Her skin is like velvet, soft everywhere he touches. Now that he knows what it feels like he’s not sure he can go back to before. His fingers trace the curve of her eyebrows - he finds that her nose is straight before it flares up a tiny bit at the tip - his fingers ghost over her impossibly soft lips. He drags his thumb across her bottom lip as her tongue darts out to wet them. It’s impossibly intimate and the world has melted away and it’s just the two of them in that moment.

He leans forward.

“Ominis, I…” she whispers, stricken.

His hand moves to tuck some of her loose hair away from her face - does she always wear it like this? - and his lips brush against her ear. He inhales deeply, her sweet smell invading his senses. She shivers under his touch and he breathes, “I heard everything.”

[mobius-m-mobius]

OWEN WILSON and TOM HIDDLESTON in LOKI S2

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Frankie: Sorry about the other week, by the way-.. they didn’t say anything was wrong when they came in. Oscar: Don’t worry about it. Frankie: How’re you doing? [Oscar paused as he turned to face Frankie; she was about as subtle as his better half] Oscar: You’ve been talking to Courtney. Frankie: Well, I-… Oscar: I hope it wasn’t too damning. Frankie: No, no, of course not! I didn’t mean to sound patronising. Oscar: Uh-huh. Frankie: Really, I-… Oscar: I’m just fucking with you, it’s fine. [Frankie dipped her head and tittered nervously, avoiding Oscar’s gaze] Oscar: Sorry, one of many bad habits-.. it’d be good for her to have a friend that isn’t my friend too, y’know? You can come over if you want. Frankie: Now, or..? Oscar: Whenever. We’ve an open-door policy-.. for friends, anyway. Frankie: Courtney said something similar. Oscar: Too polite to accept, huh? C’mon, I like cooking for people.

[nicoyarobin]

inakigo 21 years of me, nice. #vivalasvegas

FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS KIKI!

[nevermoorsource]

Thinking about this Nevermoor postcard from a 2017 Owlcrate Jr. box today…

[artemispt]

[sapphicslut777]

HAPPY STRANGER THINGS DAY!!!!

[chaotic-bells]

imagine seeing Matrix Zayn next to 80s rock star Niall, and then the 70s come blasting with Harry’s mini mullet while Louis chases the glory of 90s brit rock on stage.

Liam watches it all while just vibing in whatever style his stylist feels will trend that day.

I just need to see One Direction back for this reason alone.

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Looking Back (Discord Drabble) The stwg server is up to 100 prompts today!!! Yayyy. Also no, I'm not attempting to counteract the pain, glorious pain I'm reading in the channel so far (love you guys)

Steve shuffles in from the kitchen to find Eddie cosied up on the couch, snickering to himself as he looks over a photo album.

He sets his afternoon cup of tea down on the coffee table and then turns to set down his walking stick and join his partner. He moves at a snail's pace as he lowers onto the couch cushions, his back not letting up today.

Eddie barks a laugh, quite raspy these days and resembling his uncle's old chuckle more than he's probably willing to admit.

"Hello," he greets as if they haven't been at home together all day, his voice teasing as he looks over the top of his glasses.

He holds up the photo album. It's innocent enough, embossed with the label 'Precious Memories' in gold on a red, velvety cover. But Steve doesn't even have to take a second look at the blush in Eddie's cheeks to know what kind of picture he's looking at.

And Eddie looks so cute with his unwavering mischievous grin, one that has not changed with age, Steve thinks he is willing to forego a lecture. He knows Eddie must have used the small step ladder – a fall hazard for both of them according to Erica and Dustin – to retrieve it from where it's tucked away neatly at the top of their wardrobe.

But, as Eddie flips over a page to reveal Steve naked in all his glory from years ago, lounging on his old plaid bedspread, he thinks they should leave it out on the coffee table like a goddamn trophy.

"Woof," Eddie says, running a wrinkled finger over the picture.

"Woof?" he frowns. "That's the best line you've got?"

"What?" Eddie asks, feigning innocence as he sets the photo album on his lap to best clutch his proverbial pearls, "You'd rather have me compose a filthy sonnet about your glorious chest? Your jawline? That ass? Your..."

He trails off to quickly flick back through the album.

"A-ha!" he soon exclaims, slapping his index finger to a polaroid that is nothing but a close-up of Steve's own very erect appendage.

Eddie wiggles his brows, stroking his finger over the picture.

"Calm down," Steve says, looking over the frames of his glasses in disapproval now.

They only manage to glare at each other for a second-long stand-off before Steve smirks.

They return to ogling their former selves, reminiscing about the fun and passionate times had. Their bodies might have changed. They might be less limber. Maybe even a lot more chaste these days...

But they love each other just as much as the first day.

[oblivious-troll]

Day Four of the Twelve Days of Jalim

Fireplace

[softspeirs]

👋🏻🥳🎁

[ifindus]

Culture - for the second day of @hetalia-rarepairweek ✨

I have recently been told about the British superstition of magpies and how of saluting magpies will ward off bad luck. The saluting is to show respect to the bird often connected with bad omens so that nothing bad will happen to you 🍂

[lifemod17]

The first sunset of October

[odo-apologist]

Red Dwarf 30 Day Challenge: Favorite Dynamic (Non-Romantic)

This was difficult, as I think the dynamics between all of the main crew are really interesting and fun to watch. However, I decided to go with Kryten and Rimmer. I've written a post before touching on their relationship (specifically how I interptet it shifting during Terrorform and Quarantine), which I think is pretty complex. As with every dynamic including Rimmer, it is one that is ambivalent- a love-hate deal with the "hate" part of the equation clearer, even though there is some unacknowledged love, developed over years of prolonged exposure and codependency (the forced family effect, if you will). However, whereas The Cat and Rimmer developed a mutual hostility almost immediately into their relationship, Kryten and Rimmer's dynamic goes through a more gradual change

The very first episode with post-repair Kryten is Backwards, which implies that while together in the backwards universe away from Red Dwarf, the pair get along quite well. They're successful, they're enjoying their time working together, they are, in fact, working together as a duo. It's possible that the apparent lack of hostility is due to the circumstances, but even then, I think that says something about both characters and their interactions: outside of the hierarchy provided by JMC, with no need to enforce any rules or directives, Kryten and Rimmer have a better relationship

That hierarchy of authority is what lies at the crux of their relationship (well, at least in the early series when Kryten was still working on breaking his programming and Rimmer was more rigid and uncompromising- it always feels to me that the crew during the Dave era have mellowed a bit, fondness and familiarity taking the bite out of insults). Before Kryten joined the crew, Rimmer's hologrammatic status didn't mean anything when it came to his level of authority, as Lister and The Cat would treat Rimmer the same as either human or hologram- dead or alive, he's still a smeghead. Kryten, though, does draw attention to the fact he is a hologram and, thus, lesser in the eyes of the Space Corps, lacking more rights than humans. Kryren initially gives Rimmer someone to order around and come to his aid (something which Kryten pushes back against as he breaks further from his programming), but he also in turn serves as a reminder of how little power Rimmer actually has

High Kryten and High Rimmer refer to each other as soul siblings; ideally, the two can find common ground and solidarity in their mechanical status. Alas, the two characters are not, in fact, their ideal selves, but the denial/refusal to accept that solidarity is still interesting

[peaches2217]

WOOOOOOOOOO

I GOT A HATEFUL MESSAGE ON ANON AND I IMMEDIATELY DELETED IT WITHOUT GIVING THEM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT

I am FLOURISHING!