#supportive friends :)

[draco-malfoy-is-fruity]

What about Stan the Man and Eddie Spaghetti?

Oh wait-

As I was writing this I remembered

RIP Eddie and Stan 🪦💔😭😭

yeah.

[remixingreality]

[color-beyond-lines]

I love that even as the romantic relationships progress in We Are, the friendships remain a focal point as well.

When Toey was telling Q about how he made it through the end of high school, he mentioned that Matt helped him a lot. Matt wasn’t physically present, but the value of his and Toey’s friendship was still highlighted.

And beyond the close circle of friends that the story revolves around, Toey has his skateboarding friends and Fang has his fellow architecture friends.

There is an authenticity in the way university life is portrayed in We Are (besides the fact they’re rarely ever in class), with friendships formed from shared courses of study, people already known from high school, with the friends of a s/o, and so on. There’s teasing and banter and heartfelt conversations. They argue and have awkward moments, but at the end of the day they support each other and encourage each other. They notice when someone isn’t behaving like themselves and ask what’s wrong. They notice when someone is in a better mood and tease about the reasons why.

The end of episode 11 had Phum admitting his feelings for Peem in front of all their friends. There’s so much trust and comfort embedded into these relationships, I can relax knowing that they all have someone to lean on. These friends know how to communicate, have fun, and be flirty to get their man. Watching their stories unfold is a highlight of my week.

[formulafuck1]

Carmen and George wearing Enchanté really warms my heart 🥹🤍

[small-z24]

Love in the Shadows Pt. 5

Summary:

Azriel decides it's time to introduce Y/n to the Night Court. Nervous about their reactions, he takes Y/n to the House of Wind, where the couple's relationship is revealed. Unknown to Y/n, she is Azriel's mate, and Rhysand senses the bond but keeps it to himself.

Word Count: 717

Warnings: None

Introducing Y/n

Azriel stood at the entrance of the House of Wind, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at Y/n beside him, her hand clasped tightly in his. She gave him a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with love and encouragement.

"It’s going to be fine," she said softly, squeezing his hand.

He nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know. I just... I want them to understand how important you are to me."

"They will," she assured him. "We’re in this together."

With a final, fortifying breath, Azriel led Y/n into the main hall. The Night Court members were gathered, discussing various matters. Cassian was the first to notice their arrival.

"Az, who's this?" Cassian asked, a curious look on his face.

Azriel swallowed hard, his grip on Y/n’s hand tightening. "There’s something we need to tell you all," he began, his voice steady despite the nerves churning in his stomach.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to them. Rhysand and Feyre exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile playing on Rhysand’s lips.

"Go on, Az," Rhysand encouraged, his tone gentle.

Azriel took a deep breath, his eyes meeting each of his friends in turn. "This is Y/n. We’ve been seeing each other for a while now."

For a moment, there was silence, and then Mor’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Seeing each other? How long has this been going on?"

"Three months," Azriel replied, trying to keep his voice calm. "I wanted to be sure before I introduced her to you all."

Cassian crossed his arms, a skeptical look on his face. "Why haven’t we heard about her before now?"

Azriel felt a pang of anxiety. "I needed to be sure. Y/n is important to me, and I wanted to protect what we have."

Feyre stepped forward, offering Y/n a warm smile. "Welcome, Y/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

Y/n returned the smile, though Azriel could feel the slight tremble in her hand. "Thank you, Feyre. It’s an honor to be here."

Rhysand nodded, his gaze assessing but kind. "Anyone important to Az is important to us. Welcome to the Night Court, Y/n."

Mor and Cassian exchanged a look, their apprehension still evident. "Well, if Azriel trusts you, that’s good enough for me," Mor said, though her tone was cautious.

Cassian nodded slowly. "Yeah, just... we’re protective of our family. You understand."

Y/n smiled, her eyes meeting Cassian’s with understanding. "I do. And I promise, I only want what’s best for Azriel."

The group settled into a more relaxed atmosphere, though the initial tension lingered slightly. They moved to the sitting area, where drinks were poured and conversations began to flow more easily.

Cassian leaned back in his chair, still watching Y/n with a hint of curiosity. "So, Y/n, how did you two meet?"

Azriel glanced at Y/n, giving her a reassuring nod. She took a deep breath and began to recount the story of their meeting, how Azriel had saved her from a dangerous situation.

"And ever since then, he’s been my rock," she concluded, her voice filled with gratitude. "I don’t know where I’d be without him."

Mor’s expression softened slightly. "That sounds like our Az. Always the hero."

Rhysand observed quietly, sensing the bond between Azriel and Y/n but keeping his thoughts to himself. He knew this was a revelation that would come in its own time.

Azriel felt a surge of relief as the group began to accept Y/n, their initial apprehension melting away. He knew it would take time for them to fully trust her, but this was a good start.

As the evening wore on, the conversations grew lighter, filled with laughter and stories. Azriel watched as Y/n interacted with his friends, her warmth and kindness shining through.

Later, as the evening wound down, Azriel and Y/n found themselves alone on the balcony, the city of Velaris spread out before them.

"How are you feeling?" Y/n asked, leaning into his side.

"Relieved," Azriel admitted, wrapping an arm around her. "And happy. Thank you for being so amazing."

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "We’re in this together, remember?"

"Always," he agreed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Always."

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this continuation of Azriel and Y/n's story. Feel free to leave comments and let me know your thoughts!

[steve-goatman]

Friends best supporting friends best

[brainrotexe]

Wriothesley's very stressful and very embarrassing first date prep:

(He's wearing a formal suit to impress Neuvillette.)

It isn’t like Wriothesley to ask, but, “How do I look?”

Clorinde looks over her shoulder as he approaches, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, “What’s with the suit?”

“I always wear a suit.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Does it look good?” he prompts, holding his arms out to his sides, “Come on, Clorinde. I know it’s hard to scrape your jaw off the floor when you see me, but–"

“Pfft. You wish.” she scoffs, folding her arms, “You look fine, I guess. Where are you going? On a date?”

He can’t really think of a compelling comeback to that. For some reason… His heart’s in his throat.

“Wait.” she turns around, giving him her full attention, “You’re actually going on a date?”

He sighs, “Don’t get all excited about it.”

“Me? Excited about your love life? It’s just… normally you don’t do dates.”

“I dabble.”

“Did someone say Wriothesley’s going on a date?” Sigewinne asks, approaching from behind Clorinde’s legs.

A groan rips from Wriothesley’s throat. He doesn’t need a scene to start. “Look, Clorinde. Forget all of this, okay?”

“Sigewinne, how do you think he looks? Date ready?”

Sigewinne studies him, finger to her chin, “According to what I’ve learned about humans…. I think you’re sure to wow any human you come across!” she says, giving him two thumbs up.

“Yeah, that’s not exactly helpful.” Wriothesley says, squinting an eye as he adjusts his rings, “I’m not going out with a human.”

Both of their brows furrow.

“Then… What are you going on a date with?” Clorinde asks. “Don’t tell me. You’ve gotten desperate enough to take a Clockwork mek on a date?”

“Why is that your first guess?” Wriothesley asks flatly.

“Is it a melusine?” Sigewinne asks.

His face scrunches up, “What? No. Ladies, there are plenty of other creatures in Teyvat that aren’t human.”

“A creature.” Clorinde repeats, “You’re… dating a creature?”

Wriothesley runs two hands down his face, rubbing away his rapidly increasing stress, “No! He’s– I mean–”

“He’s?” Clorinde smirks, “I always figured.”

“No. You didn’t.” Wriothesley says, rolling his eyes.

“Hey. Welcome to the club.”

He’s blushing. This wasn’t worth it.

Just as he thinks about walking away without another word, he looks down. Sigewinne’s eyes are wide open.

She's connected the dots.

(Snippet from my newest fic chapter [smut])

[simply-whump]

The Sign : Episode 9

[mysticalchildofposiedon]

Well done lando, you deserved this!

I gotta love how supportive everyone is aswell as Oscar even if he didn't win. This Is a good season for mclaren. Keep going Lando you're going far!

Look at him man, he's so happy he's such an innocent boy-

[dalyankiz1981]

Ok I knew I’d have an opinion to share after a few days, think the whole interview took its time to process in my brain..

Have seen a few bits on here criticising Tyler for his style of questioning and whilst everyone is entitled to their opinion I feel inclined to defend him a little bit. Did I shudder momentarily when he mentioned ‘the handsey priest’? Absolutely I did. A triggering knee jerk reaction perhaps and a completely human response. Then Armie laughed and I knew that he hadn’t crossed a line. What we should all do to remember is that we are just fans and Tyler is a decades long friend so I truly believe that he wouldn’t have mentioned it if he hadn’t consulted with Armie first and checked he was ok with it. I also (whilst we’re on it) believe to this day the same of Dakota’s comment a couple of years ago - I know a lot of my mutuals don’t agree but I genuinely saw that as her mocking the sheer absurdity of the ridiculous claims against him rather than mocking her friend (and I’m almost CERTAIN she consulted with him first).

Anyway back to this interview. He speaks very openly and transparently which is exactly what he needs to be doing going forward. What I liked about Tyler’s style of interviewing is that despite their very friendship (freundshaft!) he doesn’t shy away from talking about the difficult stuff. He makes Armie confront it but in a safe space, in a kind of ‘tough love’ capacity.

I’m so beyond excited to see how this project works out for him because he’s been off our screens for far too long now. I’ll listen to the interview again in a few days to get a fresher perspective and no doubt I’ll have picked up on more stuff!

Peace and love all the way Armie 💜❤️💚

[alto-the-avocado]

i love it when my friends love all my lil drawings 💙

[lis4ux]

Hey friends 😊

I have been getting some messages and asks letting me know that my work has been plagiarized.

First. To you lovely people, I am so thrilled that you enjoy my writing enough to notice that lol. It was a small piece of my work and it means a lot that you care enough to want to protect it. I love you for that, truly.

Second. You will notice that I am choosing to not answer the asks or draw attention to the individual who is doing it specifically.

The reason for that is that I just don't want to give them any attention. They want to get a reaction for work they didn't create and I don't want to give them anymore attention than they already have. I sleep happy knowing the one thing you can't fake on this site is the day you posted. And if someone is copying your work to claim it as their own, it'll always be after you.

Third. To the person who is taking my work and potentially the work of others, I am hurt that my work is being taken. It doesn't matter how much time or effort I put into it. It wouldn't matter if it took three seconds to create or years.

It's not yours.

That being said. I, speaking only for myself, forgive you. I'm not holding hate in my heart over something like this.

Fourth. Moving forward. I have spoken to the person stealing my and others work. That conversation did not end in the way I would have preferred and they will be blocked in order for me to attempt to protect my work.

That is what will happen moving forward as well if others do the same and take my work. I would love to share my work with everyone however it does matter that work be credited to the originator and changes will be made to do that.

I appreciate you letting me know if things like this continue to occur on other accounts so I can address it with the person privately. I will not be answering asks that have this information because I don't want the person stealing it to get more attention. But I do appreciate the few that have reached out to me to tell me that way ❤️

Thank you for reading and your support. I am so happy with the amazing community and friends that this fandom has brought me. This would be a lot harder without you.

-Lis

[bippityboppityouch]

guys i love my friend so much (not like romantically or anything i am extremely aroace just felt like i needed to point that out)

i came out to her as nonbinary like a few days ago

and SHE WAS SO SUPPORTIVE OH MY GOSH

and now we're like talking because i wanna come out to the rest of my friends but like in a funny way and she was helping me come up with ideas (IF YOU HAVE FUNNY WAYS TO COME OUT AT NB PLSSSS TELL ME)

and she like asked a bunch of questions so that she wouldn't misgender me or anything and so that she would make sure i'm comfortable with however she talks about me or whatever like AAAAAAAAAAAA

AND THEN SHE FOUND A TON OF LIKE FANCY NONBINARY FLAG ART AND SENT THEM TO ME AND AAAA SHE IS LITERALLY SO SWEET

sometimes i forget what it's like to have friends who like actually care about you and then i come out to her (second time coming out to her during the month of march...came out as aroace last march and nonbinary this march i sense a pattern) and she just like - goes above and freaking beyond every time

queer/ally friends are absolutely fantabulous i'm literally going to cry she was so nice after i told her how my parents found out (they aren't the ah - most supportive people)

[sexyvixen7]

Jensen and Laz showing some love to Toni.

[rockingrobin69]

Downward, upward, anywhere - pt. 1

Take a deep breath… hold it… good.

Smith cornered him just outside the studio. “Draco! Hey, Draco!” panting a bit, all flushed with a stupid grin smeared on his face.

“Zacharias,” Draco tipped his chin the tiniest amount.

“I didn’t know you do yoga now!”

“Hmm?” staring at his own fingernails. When that didn’t work, “Yes, well. They say exercise is,” stopped there with a sigh, tired and over-warmed and still annoyingly thinking about—argh. He just needed some water and a few moments of quiet. Not the super-hot instructor’s hands on his hips again, fixing his position.

“—and that’s really difficult, of course,” Smith was droning on, self-satisfied smile and his chest puffing wider with every second. “So, what do you think?”

Draco blinked, post-yoga crabby already. “What?”

“About, erm, Saturday?”

“What?” the look on his face made Smith flinch. “Sorry, I—what about Saturday?”

He gulped a bit before saying, with a lot less bravado, “The party? This Saturday. Everyone’s going, so, I wondered if maybe you’d,” wild hand gestures completed the question for him.

“Oh,” Draco said, then, “oh, you… right. I don’t think I’m available. Sorry.”

Smith didn’t look as crushed as he possibly should be. “Can I get your number? In case you change your mind.”

“Ah,” Draco, couldn’t, erm, think of an excuse fast enough, mind sluggish from all the sweat and the hot-fucking-instructor’s hands, big and warm and perfect on his waist, and, “what? Oh. Why don’t you give me your number, that way I can,” and pretended to write down whatever Smith was saying. Then nodded him along, which took ages, leaving Draco finally, blessedly alone. The sun had set, streetlights buzzing on in too-bright-white.

As if on cue, Pansy, Blaise and Greg all walked out, towel-wrapped shoulders and grinning. “Well well well,” Pansy said first, and Blaise even smacked Draco’s bum with said towel.

“Looks like our boy is finally getting some action,” Greg, the traitor.

“What? No!”

“He is so dreamy,” Blaise blinked his eyelashes faux-coyly. “Oh, Zacharias!”

Draco made a truly inelegant sound, rolled his eyes, and started walking away without looking at his so called ‘friends’. “Took your sweet time,” to Pansy, who appeared at his shoulder, still (infuriatingly) grinning.

“I’d never get in the way of true love,” Pansy said solemnly, and Draco remembered he hated her. “Also, had to stay to do a little snooping on our new instructor.”

Maybe didn’t so much hate as adored her. “And?” biting his own tongue in the rush.

“His name’s Harry, he’s our age, and he’s not married.”

“That’s not a lot to go on,” Draco frowned, jumped when Blaise clapped his shoulder.

“Cheer up, darling. We also learned something very important. You’ll never believe who’s his good mate who convinced him to move down here.”

“Who?”

Blaise’s smirk reflected in Pansy’s face, and, looking behind his shoulder, also in Greg’s. “Loony Lovegood.”

Draco stopped still. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, love, that’s the general objective,” with another pat on his back, and his friends already turning towards their normal café, leaving him nauseous and a little panicky on the pavement, under the harsh street light.

*

In… and out.

Loo-na Lovegood lived with a brutish redhead in a tiny flat entirely crammed with plants. Draco had been exactly twice: once, for the house-warming, and the second for their cat’s birthday. To be fair, it was a nice cat. Fluffy and vicious with an inexplicable affection for socks and a grand tail. Draco thought the cat at least showed a bit of the family pride Loony all but chucked out the window. Of course, back then, he was still speaking to his father, and was not quite the pariah he’d turned himself into nowadays.

She answered his call, still, surprisingly or perhaps not, and was apparently delighted to invite him over for tea.

“Jasmine or charcoal?”

Draco blinked. “Ah, jasmine would be lovely, thank you.” Sitting down delicately on the piece of plastic. “So you’re, ah, remodelling?”

“What? oh, no. It’s a really funny story. Gin and I were going to make a present for Bartholomeo and then he—you know how he’s like, with the socks, and there were prints all over the flat and I thought it was grand but lacked a little something so, what about kombucha?”

“Pardon?”

Luna turned back from the cupboard. “I forgot we had kombucha! Harry swears by it.”

Draco’s heart went seventy times faster. “Harry?” he asked, entirely innocently.

“Yeah, you remember my friend, well you’ve never met him but do you remember he has glasses and lovely black hair and he loves kombucha and he does acro with his dog and it’s the most wonderful thing!”

Trying to unpack the rather-a-lot: “Wait, he’s—doing what with his dog?”

“Acro-yoga? His dog’s adorable. His name is Snuffles and he’s fifteen years old and the sweetest thing in the whole entire world. You have to watch the video!”

“There’s a video?” in what he hoped wasn’t a completely embarrassing tone.

“Here, let me show you. Oh, watch the paint, we wouldn’t want to get your nice trousers all… hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“Hmm. Nothing. Just something that Harry… the video! Oh, Draco, you won’t even believe it, here we go.”

Draco left the flat that day with three revelations:

Maybe he did sort of like dogs after all.

Harry Potter wasn’t entirely human. Couldn’t be, looking like that, smiling like that.

Loony Lovegood makes one hell of a jasmine tea.  

Then, on the bus and a rushed phone call later:

4. Harry Potter was going to be in Smith's party on Saturday.

(For flufftober day 30. Hopefully, a sequel to this will be posted tomorrow! Find the soft AO3 collection here).