#falling inn love

[haveyouseenthisromcom]

[motion-of-love]

Falling Inn Love (2019)

[shujubeelamoglia]

Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman

[khaopybara]

intimacy in wandee feels so nice and good, and i'm not talking about sex scenes. i'm talking about the way yei picks cher up and puts him on his lap, and how yai carries dee out of the bathroom after bickering about their TOOTHBRUSHES PLACEMENTS (that whole final scene tbh). it feels so nice and domestic and simple and sweet. i love this show.

[edwardteachswombtattoo]

Things did not go as planned

idk i just like the idea of "things did not go as planned" having this ominous feel to it with the red lettering but it turns out red is the color of love/ed's heart and suddenly these words at the start of the show take on a whole different meaning. stede did set out to find adventure and renown on the seven seas but ended up finding something else entirely. "things did not go as planned".

yeah that's one way to put it.

[homosociallyyours]

Lighthouse in the middle of SF Bay has opening for new keepers

The tl;dr is that a nonprofit runs this lil lighthouse and brings in new keepers (ideally a couple) every 2 years to run the small inn there. Naturally my first thought was:

FIC PROMPT! FIC PROMPT!

[my-little-random-world]

DR. KERRY WEAVER 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 DR. MARK GREENE | ER Season 2 Episode 18 — A Shift in the Night

[nocturneequuis]

Introducing the next phase of the Building Together Inn fic series with:

Little Bit of Sunshine Rating: E Summary: Stede has it all, the love of his life, a repaired roof that doesn't drip on him and mostly trustworthy day laborers that seem to respect him. But something is still missing. Something that he doesn't know how to say. Ed has his secrets too...

And somewhere, a storm is brewing....

[dewitty1]

Englishman Extraordinaire

BlueSundayCake  @bluesundaycake

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Neville Longbottom, Astoria Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Lights Camera Drarry 2022, inspired by Falling Inn Love, Slow Romance, Trans Male Character, Trans Draco Malfoy, Queer Families, Alternate Universe - Canada, Handyman Harry Potter, Strangers to Lovers, Past Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Past Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, Canadian Harry Potter, Transphobia, but only briefly, Not from main pairing, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Pansy Parkinson is a Good Friend, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil, Not Astoria Greengrass Friendly, Not Ginny Weasley Friendly, No actual character bashing, Panic Attacks, Fire, Pet Names, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Lights Camera Drarry

Summary:

When Draco's life goes to shit, he gets scammed. Maybe it's for the best. Who doesn't love new beginnings?

(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*⁺˚. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Excerpt:

Tea was served and a plate of tea biscuits appeared in front of Draco. It took only a sip for Draco to realise he knew this brew from somewhere else.

“Is this Mr Snape’s homemade tea?” he asked, surprised. 

Harry’s mouth did a weird thing, an expression between grimace and sheepish smile. “Actually, yeah.” He took a sip and hummed appreciatively. “We don’t really hate each other. Other people hope we do, because of my parents’ accident. They were friends, t’sais. He and my mom were best friends and it was their thing. Making tea flavours like this.” 

“Oh.” He knew things like this were hardly ever simple, but it still surprised him. Because if Harry hadn’t kept silent because of the content of Draco’s message all those days ago… what had happened? “I thought there was animosity between the two of you.”

Harry took another sip, clearly considering his response. “I think he feels very guilty. I think it makes him feel better when he thinks I hate him.” 

“Bloody hell,” Draco sighed. “Yeah, he seems the type.”

“I know…” Harry trailed off and chewed his lip before continuing. “I know you’re talking about that day I left you on read for some time. It wasn’t because of Severus.” 

“You don’t have to tell me,” Draco hurried to say, reaching out despite himself and placing a hand on Harry’s arm. “It isn’t any of my business.” 

Then Harry met his eyes, and there was an ocean of sadness in all the green there. “Thanks, Draco. But I want to tell you. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise. Not after everything you told me about yourself.” 

Draco nodded silently and squeezed his hand on Harry’s arm in encouragement. 

“It was… It was the anniversary of my partner’s death.” Harry swallowed rapidly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and took a sip of tea. “He died three years ago. We’d been together five years. He was my first love.” He huffed and shook his head, but there was no bitterness there. “Turns out he was very sick and no one knew. One day he was fine, and the next he had barely any time left.”

Draco took a shuddering breath and a fortifying gulp of tea. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Thanks. It’s hard on those days, and his birthday. I haven’t…” Harry’s cheeks took a delightful shade of dark pink. “Not since Cedric.” 

“You haven’t… ah, seen other people?” Draco wondered what kind of fool he must be – to pine after someone like Harry. There was no chance Harry would be into someone like Draco bloody Malfoy. 

“Not really. It’s, er, a trust thing.” He cleared his throat. “Everyone treats me like I’m made out of glass, t’sais. Like if they’re rude to me, it’ll break me. It was refreshing to have a good-looking Englishman treat me like some crap under his shoe.”

Before Draco could retrieve his hand and apologise, Harry placed his own hand on top of Draco’s and ran his thumb along the delicate bones of his wrist. 

“I appreciated that.” Harry was smiling and his eyes were bright, and Draco felt absurdly drawn into them. “Because I’m not gonna break easy like that.”

Draco’s thoughts were a jumbled mess. Good god, he fancied the pants off Harry Potter. He had no time, no time at all, to craft an appropriate response, perhaps an apology, because Harry was leaning forward and he was dragging Draco toward him. 

Harry smelled like the sea breeze and like the lilac in their tea. His lips were pink and – 

“Draco, I really want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?” Harry whispered, as though it were a monumental secret. A confession too indecent for innocent ears.

Did he want Harry to kiss him? Kisses could be meaningless, they could be a promise for more but also a litmus test for compatibility, for incompatibility. Kisses could mean goodbye or this was nice. 

But damn it all, Draco wanted Harry to kiss him. 

“Yes.” 

But he didn’t wait for Harry to lean further. Instead, Draco slipped to the edge of his chair and closed the distance between their lips. There were a million reasons he shouldn’t be doing this. He wasn’t over everything Astoria had represented. He wasn’t sure if he and Harry even had a future. He wasn’t sure Harry, a gay man, was attracted to what was in Draco’s pants. He wasn’t sure of anything at all, and there were a hundred million reasons Draco shouldn’t be kissing Harry.

But those reasons evaporated to the furthest confines of his mind when their lips met. It tasted like wildflowers and sea salt. Harry’s lips weren’t chapped, but they weren’t the same kind of softness as a girl’s, as Astoria’s, were. When Harry’s tongue sought permission, Draco parted open for him like there had never been a question at all. 

Logically, Draco knew what kisses felt like. Of course he did. Of course he’d kissed other men before. But there was something about Harry that felt so real, so candid, that Draco thought he might drown in it. He wasn’t in love, not yet, but the possibility was there. It was there and it shone brightly like the sun. 

When they came up for air, Draco was relieved to find Harry just as flustered and out of breath as he was. Their tea remained forgotten in their mugs then, because Harry sucked him into another mind-blowing kiss. There was no hesitation to use tongue and teeth this time. The sounds Harry dragged out of Draco when he wrapped his tongue around Draco’s were truly pornographic. 

Before any of them could get any more carried away, Draco broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Harry’s. 

“Wow.” His brain was too deep into a foggy bliss to provide more coherent statements.

“Yeah. Wow.” Harry chuckled, still breathless, and cupped Draco’s face. One hand slid back to run through his hair while the other simply held him close. “You’re a real good kisser.”

It was Draco’s turn to chuckle, though it came out sounding much more like a breathy little snort. “Speak for yourself.” 

❤︎⁄⁄꒰* ॢꈍ◡ꈍ ॢ꒱.*˚‧

[reneesbooks]

last line tag

ok confession i suck at this game. i always want there to be context and i always post way more than i should. anyway i was tagged by my love @oh-no-another-idea and i will be posting a few more than just the last line bc it's my blog and i make the rules. meja is being sheltered after fleeing reijmor and stian catches up with her in kinesehas, a settlement of hass refugees.

“Do you know where she went?” Every syllable is clipped and furious, the kind that usually were punctuated with projectiles.

“I don’t care to tell you.”

“Why the hell—“

“Because I suspect your intentions towards her are malicious.”

Several men speak angrily at once and Meja adjusts her hold on Reijka, covering her ears better.

The other voices quiet and Stian's bites out, “She is my wife.”

“All the more reason to doubt your honor. I saw the baby in her arms. She loved an outsider more than you and now you want to take her to Bjerkja, where she'd be killed and you would be allowed to destroy her child.”

“She stole my daughter.”

Joni laughs. “Her daughter, too. Get out. This isn't the homeland, and you have no right to that woman anymore, nor her children. We will certainly not help you hunt them. Go to the harbor if you wish, ask the dock workers who has seen her. You'll have better luck asking the fish in the market when the tides will come in.”

salt and brine taglist (ask to be added <3!): @oh-no-another-idea @k--havok

tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks @lyssa-ink and @avrablake and anyone else who would like to join in <3

[adventurersdelight]

So when Carmela decides to take a woman for herself, whats the process like going through that like? Or is that a secret?

"Oh, it's no secret, dear. It's more that there is no set route that I take. When a woman catches my interests, I simply approach her and learn more about her through pleasant conversations. Then, I invite her out for some of my delights~. She falls in love with either me or the treats I introduce her to, and she comes back for me requesting more. Being the generous mistress that I am, I reward her. Simple."

Translation: She finds out what someone's desires are, feeds into them, tempts them into her desires, and corrupts them to the point that their wants and needs consume them. When they come back to her in this state, she "adopts" them to be her own.

[locklylemybeloved]

in the mood to watch a cheesy netflix romcom that has major hallmark vibes bonus points if its christmas related give me recs NOW

[spaceheelies]

beloved mutuals what are your guilty pleasure comfort movies. you absolute favourite schlock that is objectively not good but you will love and watch on repeat forever.

[red-cavalier]

Which one of you called that only other Veronica I drew a puppet? Because I've been calling that simplified style I do "puppet" style ever since.

Sniper is there, because I designed it after him.

[clemsfilmdiary]

Autumn at Apple Hill (2024, Sean Geraughty)

10/11/24

[silvercrucifixes]

I can see Rhylfein absolutely loving autumn because of the myriad of colors. Maybe he fled Menzoberranzan in the fall and when he emerged to the surface, he saw the leaves on the trees falling in reds, browns, golds and greens and was absolutely stunned by the scenery.