#harry001

[frankxausting]

Location : Their home

@harry-thompson

The procedure through the precinct had not taken too much time. It amused Frank that they had jail time after the world went to hell. Guess there was a first for everything. In any case, afterwards, they had gone around with the person in charge of the houses and selected one , not to far from the clinic. It was to be quite honest, a miracle Harry had given an ok after the fourth one.

That , was a several hours ago. While Frank had helped clean the place, he was now watching his husband with crossed arms. "I'm not moving the couch again , babe. It's fine where it is. "

[dreaxbrandon]

"Jury's still out on that one, Harry. " she joked back. "No system was ever perfect, I just hope this will not become a I'll be fucked system if you know what I mean. " She pointed at him. "That's the way to live Harry, lowest expectations so you never be disappointed , and maybe amazed at something being less sucky. Give us another drink to toast to that, then I'll be off, gotta unclog some drainage before sun down."

Harry couldn't help it but chuckled at her words. "Have you only met anyone of sound mind those days?" He joked. "But yeah I get you. I'm not sure four people are enough to deal with a group like this one but it's already better than dealing with a one party system or no leadership at all." He thought before chuckling once more when some memories resurfaced. "I went into a few groups before, most of them were a mess, they tried but... yeah... I really lowered my expectations after that."

[virewolf]

starter for: @harry-thompson

location: Harry's home

The explosion had unsettled everyone. Of course, it'd sent people swarming. What was left of the raiders, hunters probably outside security too. And people like Vi were left on the inside, having to wait for whatever news would be brought back.

Still, that was no reason to drop everything. Which was she was at Harry's front door right now, toolbelt around her hips and toolbox in one arm. "Hey. I'm here to look at your oven. You said it wasn't working properly." Vi's voice was a little gruff. Her patience was running a little low, admittedly. The explosion had strained her even further.

"Mind letting me in?"

[vallaurent]

starter for: @harry-thompson

location: bar

"Alright. Ready for learnin'? I promise I ain't gonna make it all that hard." Right now probably wasn't the appropriate time for bartending lessons, but it felt comforting and right now, Val felt like she needed that. And so here she was, with her new colleague and a couple of bottles, despite their supplies slowly running low.

"Bartendin' ain't all that difficul, ya just gotta know your alcohol and know what you're doin'. Especially now, since we don't got most of the stuff for the recipes. Ya just gotta know how to improvise and what goes well together." She gave him an encouraging smile. "You ever worked as a bartender before, hun?"

[blckwidowxyelena]

“What do you think they are talking about  ? “ 

[supersonicdreams]

@dearxeden​ continued from ( x )​

Mary sighed miserably and looked down at their bodies tangled with the bedsheets. She felt bad for it, after all, her mother raised her to be a proper wife and have a nice family. Eva always said she was rushing into marriage, but Eva was the last person Mary wanted to listen to. Her older sister had this ability to make her feel so small and stupid. She was meek and submissive and sweet, while Eva was a hurricane, accomplished and full of smart and interesting opinions. Yes, she was jealous, but you try living under her shadow. 

Mary then looked up at Harry and shrugged her shoulders. "It's all... I dunno, none of that should've happened... my marriage, that family, I just... I made the wrong choice and I suppose I don't know how to get out of it" she confessed, biting her lower lip. "I feel like a terrible person..." she sighed miserably. What kind of mother thought that way about her children?

[kinghandmedown]

WHO: ron & harry ( @unchosenlion​ ) WHEN: thursday, march 20, 2003 WHERE: lockhart’s estate, ostara festival

It must be something else to have a bank-account so full of gold, Ron thinks as he looks around the ostentatious set-up that was Gilderoy Lockhart’s gardens. Sure, he expected nothing less from their former professor, given what they had seen of him a decade back, but really...

Shrugging off the thought, Ron turns his attention back to making sure he doesn’t trip and fall on his face, lest he manage to humiliate himself in front of what feels like the entire Wizarding World. Instead, he moves himself off to a less crowded side, nudging Harry’s shoulder as a hint.

"Remind me again why this feels more like the Gilderoy Gala than the actual festival?” 

[swipedastoria-blog]

@hcrryjcmcs

When Astoria’s mirror had buzzed she had resolved not to check it, thinking that it was just another gossip blast or mindless speculation of the lives of others. At first she had found it amusing that now everyone, not just her, was being scrutinised. But now she found it to be tiring. Tori found that she didn’t care about others lives, just as others didn’t really care about hers. However the mirror had continued to buzz incessantly. It refused to be ignored any longer. A match it had said. She was supposed to meet them at Verdant.

Astoria had felt a knot begin to grow in her stomach. Just as things were beginning to settle between herself and Theo, the devil was tempting her to make a mistake. The Match Foundation seemed to be intent on ruining her life and all the good in it. Funny how she thought it was a blessing in disguise the first few times she had been matched. She had used the mirror as an excuse for one night stands and a fun time. Now she would have to treat it like a business meeting because Astoria Greengrass had never been on a proper date and wouldn’t know how to even begin.

Now at Verdant, the knot had yet to disappear. It only seemed to grow in size. She needed a drink– more like a bottle. She crossed her legs as she smiled at Romilda Vane, who already knew her order. She was immediately given her firewhiskey with an extra something to calm her nerves (and sometimes, it had the adverse effect of taking away her morals). She didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. With a blank look on her face, she downed her drink, immediately regretting it as now she had nothing to sip on as she waited on her date match.

[perriewby]

Lean On Me → Perrie & Harry

                    Perrie didn't sleep very well last night after her unexpected conversation with Zayn while he was on his way back to New York. Things had been blown out of proportion and the male had basically ended things with her on a whim, leaving her feeling broken, confused and angry. There was a part of her that told her that something like this would have happened, but she still tried to believe that he had changed, that he truly meant everything he had said to her. Still-- Perrie laid in bed the night prior as thoughts ran threw her mind, leaving her feeling upset and uneasy. 

                    Everybody around the house could tell something was on her mind, but she refused to tell anybody about what had happened between the pair-- Afraid of the embarrassment. She had planned on keeping majority of her feeling to herself, finding someway to overcome it alone. That is, until Harry started asking her what was bothering her. Perrie always felt this need to be truthful to the curly haired boy, and agreed to him coming over to relax and cuddle a bit. 

                    Throwing on an oversized jumper over her tank top, the blonde sat back down on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest, scrolling through her mentions on Twitter as she waited for Harry to come over. She just needed to be with someone, the entire situation was driving her insane.

[liamxbryne]

Some pleasures, Liam had kept for himself. Like what he was holding in his hand. It just proved the higher quality of the can. They were rare and old , and not really tasting that great, but a Guinness was a Guinness. He had a few cans stocked away, and well now that he was settled and the first wave of how unwelcomed he was here and how lucky they let him back was over, he felt he needed a break. That was until a man spoke up and asked if it was what he thought he was. He did not recognize the man, probably came after he left, but that man had spotted something. Now Liam's math just went to the beer and the slight ginger tone. "sláinte" he cheeered , extending the beer to him.

open starter for @liamxbryne

On a mission to hide from his husband or anyone who could lecture him about his bruised ankle, Harry thought the pound could be a nice spot. Or at least it was his plan until he spotted someone already on the bench. Too bad. Ready to leave and try somewhere else, Harry stopped himself when his Irish radar activated itself. No way. No way it was what he thought it was. He couldn't just leave now, he had to ask if he wanted to not ponder the question the rest of the week. Walking closer, he stopped when the man noticed him. "Hi, sorry, is it what I think it is?" He asked, a finger pointing to the beer, rushing the polite part of his sentence to focus on the priorities.

[orioncarnell]

Harry seemed to have gotten what he needed from the conversation and rose to his feet. "I see. I will keep that in mind." Orion nodded, making a mental note to look for more socks. He was not quite sure what would qualify them as ugly to Harry, but it wouldn't hurt to be on the lookout. With that note made, Orion opened his book back up and began reading again.

//END OF THREAD

Harry nodded at those answers, it would be difficult for him to find any of those things but you knew, maybe he would be lucky enough to find some random socks during his planned expedition with David. "Got it, man." He nodded with an amused smile. "Thanks, I won't bother you more than needed." Harry commented pointing to the book while he stood up. "And if you find socks during one of your raids, don't hesitate to pick them, I'll owe you one. And I'll owe you twice if they're ugly af."

[dreaxbrandon]

"As most political systems " Drea pointed out. "I've been here for a month now, and to be honest, I just think - even on the council - they have no idea what they are doing. They just pretend like they do to be able to focus on some sort of line of conduct to keep this place in order. But really, everyone here is just traumatized af ... Redwood Asylum. "

"I'll let you know if the donkey has a terrible accident and needs to be put down." He joked before thinking about the question. "Well, I do like the town, clean sheets, electricity and heat... What can I say? I'm a simple man." He chuckled before being a little more serious. "The structure tho, the people..." He shrugged. "I don't know, and they kinda lost me with their 'political system'." He quoted, emphasizing the term with a movement of fingers.

[dreaxbrandon]

Drea nodded. " I think I had horse before ... but... donkey.. I'll take your word for it and will be happy to taste given the opportunity." she smiled. "Thanks, promised you'll know when you know. " she looked at her glass. "So, you're liking Redwood so far ?" she asked.

"It tastes like beef, but almost better, that probably the worst part in this story, this fucking donkey looked tasty!" He chuckled in return before cocking an eyebrow at the spy part, a bit amused by this idea. He chuckled once more at the real explanation and nodded at it. "Alright, fair enough, no more questions then, I'm hyped by the idea of extending the menu, no want to jinx it."

[dreaxbrandon]

"I think I never had donkey meat, but I understand the sentiment. " she agreed. " I'm sure there are about 50 people you can trauma dump to , to heal from this traumatic experience with this donkey. " she joked along and laughed a bit. Her smile faded and she got fake serious. She clicked her tongue. " Because it's illegal and I don't know if you're a spy from the council or not. " she first explained , but broke her seriousness rather rapidly. "Nah, cause I don't want to jinx the process, especially cause my partner in this endaviour already attracts bad juju. "

"I don't like this donkey, but mostly because I knew it might be our last resort meal, so I tried to not get attach and focused on its bad sides." Harry started to explain. "The donkey probably felt it, somehow and I'm pretty sure this bastard also hates me now." It was hard to say if Harry was joking or not, probably a little bit of both. Regarding the cider, he found a smile and took a small glass to try a sip of it. And if the squirrel part made him chuckle a bit, Harry frowned at this secret. "That's evil." He commented, not dropping his amusement before serving her a new glass of cider, obviously not trying to bride her. Obviously. "May I at least ask why it is a secret?"

[dreaxbrandon]

"You don't like donkeys? " the question was genuine , she found them cute but had seen enough to know they could be mean. Drea finished the second one. "It's apple cider, how do you want it to be ? It's apple juice pretending to be alcohol. Apprently there's a squirrel who is a good costumer of it. I have not yet determined if it's a nickname for someone or an actual squirrel..." she spoke. "It lacks some sugar but...soon...SOON, you'll get some good stuff...hopefully...right now it's a secret."

"Probably never travel again with a donkey?" Harry replied with a shrug and a smile. He nodded at the request and refilled her the same amount of the first drink. He had no idea if the people here were supposed to respect a limit of drinks or something like that. He didn't ask and probably never will. "How is it?" He however requested, speaking of the cider, eyes on the liquor he just served. "Be honest, if they gave me a bar with crappy drinks, I need to know it."

[frankxausting]

Frank watched kinda in slow motion, what unfolded and disturbed the peace. He chuckled and shook his head. " Now you know what it felt to do it in your streamer room , babe. " he kissed his shoulder and closed his eyes. Just drifting away from a hard day work and the shower. Maybe this was a good way of starting their life here at Redwood.

Eyes half closed, Harry was enjoying the moment, taking a new puff when he got the cigarette. "Yup." He simply stated but stood up after a short minute, putting on an underwear before taking down the decorating deer head from the wall. Without sharing a word, he suddenly open the nearest window and yeeet the head. "Okay better." He commented and beached back on the bed. "No more dead things looking at us when we do it." He casually added and shared back the cigarette.