#thanks so much for sending this one!

[startanewdream]

Number 8 and hinny

In the dark kiss. (Under the cut for reasons, just to be safe)

Harry wasn't sure what he had expected, but full darkness claimed his surroundings as soon as he closed the door behind him. Maybe he should have paid attention before the lights were off because as he took another step in, he managed to stumble upon something metallic that rolled away from him.

Ginny giggled; he turned towards the sound, then promptly hit a shelf with his head.

"Here," she said helpfully, and he felt her hands on his arm, guiding him to her. "So—is the broom closet all you imagined?"

Harry shrugged, then remember she couldn't see him in the darkness. "I didn't think it would be like this," he admitted. The idea had sounded nice and daring, and he hadn't hesitated when Ginny had led him through the halls in search of a broom closet, but now he was remembering fondly that the grounds were warm and sunny, and he enjoyed the sunlight reflecting on her hair.

"Filch puts a door sweep to avoid rats," she explained, then snorted when he jumped. "There won't be any rats, that's why is so dark, remember?"

His face burned; Harry was glad that Ginny couldn't see it. It wasn't like he was afraid of rats, but there was something eerily in being in that small room, unable to see anything no matter how much he squinted his eyes; he was totally blind, unprotected. It was suddenly hard to breathe.

"Hey," Ginny called him, taking a step closer to him and placing his arms around her waist. "I'm here," she whispered, and it was easy to focus on her more than on the irrational fear that the walls were closing in.

He was holding Ginny, his girlfriend, and she was real. Her floral shampoo scent was real, far stronger than any citrus smell from the cleaning products; he inhaled her perfume, letting it comfort him. The warmth from her body was real, and he searched for that gap in her shirt that he adored so much, feeling her skin, tracing the goosebumps that arose under his touch.

And her mouth was real as she moved closer, and her lips brushed his neck, sucking the skin gently.

A gasp escaped his lips, the sound louder in the dark; he ought to break away, embarrassed, but Harry found out that as with many other things, it was easy to hide any self-consciousness and just enjoy Ginny's touch. Perhaps she felt the same, for as he leaned in, his hand holding her up to support her, he felt her fingers climbing under his shirt, her nails tracing his chest, leaving a burning path.

Even the sound of his heartbeat seemed to echo in that broom closet.

And then he pulled her closer, his lips searching for hers. He'd shared countless kisses by now, but there was something about being in the darkness with Ginny that Harry hadn't considered before; maybe the whole world had disappeared and it was just the two of them now, two bodies and souls together in that emptiness, but as long as he were with her, he was fine with it.

Her hand was over his heart now, and Harry knew she could feel how quick it was; his fingers traced her curves, going further than he had gone under the sunlight on the grounds, but as with everything, the darkness seemed to boost his boldness. Her skin was very smooth, so inviting. Ginny gasped when he touched her bra, and for a moment, Harry was almost brought back to reality; then Ginny pressed her lips against his once again, her tongue moving a bit more desperately, her hand burying itself in his hair to mess it, and that was all the encouragement that Harry needed; his fingers traced the fabric of her bra, then moved up, his heart racing even faster—

And then there was a light, blinding light, and where Harry was pulled back from that starless night to a burst of sunshine he didn't welcome for once.

"What—" He called, but he wasn't the only one to say something (or to curse lowly, in Ginny's case); when he could distinguish anything, he saw that Hermione was staring at them, mouth opened, and then he realised that he was still close to Ginny, her shirt lifted enough to show her ribs, and his hand was over her—

They jumped apart.

"I—sorry, Hermione," said Ginny, her voice an octave louder than usual as she fixed her clothes. "We were just sightseeing."

"Sightseeing," replied Hermione slow and disbelievingly.

"Yes, well." Ginny left the broom closet, her face now a mask of innocence even though her cheeks were still pink. "Harry had never been inside a broom closet before."

"Yeah," Harry agreed, recovering himself; he tried to comb his hair, as pointless as it always was. "I couldn't graduate from Hogwarts without the broom closet experience."

Hermione stared at them before shaking her head, apparently deciding they were hopeless. "Go on—you should be studying for your OWLs, Ginny—ah, don't look me like that. You should be glad it wasn't Ron that interrupted your... sightseeing."

Ginny looked mutinous, but Harry, face deep red, just pulled her down the hall, away from Hermione's sight.

"She would enjoy a few minutes with Ron in a broom closet," Ginny mumbled, annoyed.

Harry, who didn't want to imagine Ron and Hermione in the same conditions he had been with Ginny, just shrugged. "Sightseeing?" He asked instead, hoping to distract her. "I couldn't see one foot in front of me and you said we were sightseeing?"

Her face broke into a mischievous smile. "I didn't say you were seeing with your eyes," she teased, taking his hand and placing a kiss on his knuckles that sent a jolt down his body.

"Oh."

"Wanna keep seeing things? There is a broom closet in the floor above.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "I don't wanna get caught," he noted, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"That's what Locking Spells are for." She grinned. "And since they are probably going to be on my exams, you would even be helping me study."

His heart raced. "All for your education," he said, accepting her pull to the stairs.

[salamispots]

a rug hook commission for @stickynotebirds! :O (who also drew the original sketch/design and I tweaked it a little bit)

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c

[purplebehittindifferent]

I have added a quirky comment here for the last year and a half, however now… I have no words.

jk I have all these words 👇

I know it is very bitter sweet, but this is the end of Reconnecting. Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me. I plan on making a behind the scenes video on my YT sometime soon. Feel free to send any asks you have I want to answer them all!

Please know I am not going to dissapear! I still plan on making content consistently, and my original comic RULE 5 is already underway, and if you’d like I’m certainly not against writing some exposition fics for Reconnecting 💜

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

So I was scrolling along and accidentally clicked on a tag of some post. But it opened with this as the banner and I thought it was perfect. 🧡

SUCK IS DICK SUNDAY

[basketobread]

my dumb fuck ass just spent 30 minutes trying to find Save Us White Girl and caved and "help white girl bg3" immediately returned it via google,,,,, had help white girl, white girl help stuck in my head,,,,,

THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH TBH I CANNOT BELIEVE IT CAN IMMEDIATELY BE FOUND LIKE THAT???? everyday this comic finds its way back to me and i'm unsure if i'll ever be able to outdo it... it might be my magnum opus, i fear... (this is a good thing)

[stevebabey]

uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)

finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.

(feel free to ignore!)

trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too

Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.

One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.

It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.

The thought makes you fluster a bit.

He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.

Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.

Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.

Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.

You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?���

He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.

“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”

Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.

“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.

He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.

“Steve.”

“What?”

“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?

Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.

“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.

You eye him over your cup, skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”

He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.

“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”

You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.

It’s your turn to ask. “What?”

Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.

“It’s your favourite.”

“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”

Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.

“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”

Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.

You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.

Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.

You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.

[niccoguedes]

LOUIS record: 04/09/1973 [...] [...] [...] XX.XX.198? - Water Tower Place, Chicago (ORD)

O Favorito do Demônio (03/20)

[guzhufuren]

Vegas + text posts for beloved @vegasandhishedgehog (pt. 88/95)

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[sainz100]

Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen in Tokyo ahead of the 2016 Japanese GP | x

[corffiser]

make me choose @illusivesoul asked: sera or josephine

[buwheal]

Man although I can't send this and have Spamton see the image (cuz it would be text instead) I'll send it to you and you can give me your opinion about it.

What do you think...

...about...

...snowy Spamton?

IT SNOWED YESTERDAY YESS!!!

(this was on a car btw, which made it even better)

[shyhandart]

We should be so lucky to get Asks from you! I love the pink pony with three legs you uploaded a while ago, you did a great job with her.

Could I get an Octavia? She's my favourite, no surprise. If that's not okay, please draw the pink pony again! I love her mane.

Im so glad you like her!! I'll definitely draw sweetpea more.

Im not super into Octavia but i think shes cute. She gave me very square and sturdy energy for some reason whilst also being rather elegant. I found that combo odd as i typically associate elegance with smoother, flowing shapes. But she spoke to me and who was i to disagree

[madaqueue]

THE SUN SHINES ON YESTERDAY’S NEW-FALLEN SNOW

PRESS SNOWFLAKES IN A BOOK LIKE FLOWERS — a milestone event

status: open until 11/28

hi friends! i recently hit a milestone and to celebrate, i’ll be hosting a little event!

to thank all of you for being here with me, i’ll be writing short drabbles (250-500 words) for a character of your choice with a genre and prompt below! to participate, just send me an ask with the following information:

characters: anyone from jjk

my most-written for are choso, geto, gojo, and sukuna, but for this i’m writing everyone - if for some reason i’m unable to, i’ll respond to your message and let you pick another! only exceptions are the disaster curses/mahito and mei mei (sorry girlie)

readers: include pronouns and gender (f/fem, gn, or m/masc)

genres & prompts:

ice on the window: fluff

catching snowflakes, meeting family, warm drinks, baking cookies, ice skating + choose your own

a crescent moon: smut

warm skin, trapped in a snowstorm, icy hands, cozy mornings, sharing blankets + choose your own

a gold and silver day: matchmaking

i will assign you a fav and date! if you choose this, it’ll only be fluff! send me 3+ things you love and 3+ things you loathe, gender preference for your pairing, and anything else you want me to know

rules:

this event is intended to celebrate my amazing and lovely followers, so please be following me lol :3

off anon + an age in bio/pinned (18+)

see my writing rules for more on what i do and don’t write if making your own request!

note:

if you would prefer i not publish your ask to keep it more anonymous, add ‘please don’t publish’ to your request and i won’t - i’ll just write your request and add it to the masterlist :)

examples:

“hey beautiful hot and sexy quinn, gimme some f!reader (she/her) x gojo and ‘icy hands’ (i just know that freak has poor circulation)”

“hi there! for the event, could you write choso fluff with a gn!reader (they/them) using my own prompt of ___? also, could you please not publish this ask? thank you <3”

“hi quinn! i’m here for matchmaking :3 i would like to be paired with one of the boys, m!reader with he/him prns, and 3 things i like are ___ oh and i haaaaaate ___, love you :3”

MASTERLIST

to be added...