#these twoooooooooo

[adooble]

dandadan thursdaaay

[skellytonsandstars]

Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake In the wind that remakes all that time has worn away

[sifutoph]

you're important to me. maybe you don't realize just how important.

doesn't she ?

did he forget that she can read his footsteps ? and close enough, she could count his heartbeat. toph has mostly market herself as being able to detect lies, sure, but she's starting to think it'd made others forgotten that that just means she could also detect the truth. and the thing is aang's— ...dammit. she can't believe she's confessing this, even in the recesses of her mind, but he's important to her, too. if he hadn't reached out the way he did to track her down, to find her, spirits know where she'd be right now.

miserable, she expects. stuck in some frilly clothes with a dark secret while she continued to play the part of the perfect daughter. she's entered the marriageable age now, you know, so maybe her parents might consider debuting her to the selective public for a chance at an engagement. that's where she'd be: bored out of her mind and frustrated at the lack of freedom from the so-called love her parents kept telling her the reason of with every restriction they've imposed.

aang had ripped the cage from under feet, from all around in fact. she owed that to him; that glimpse of hope she thinks she'd been searching for her whole life.

a gentle thing that he is. something so out of toph's expectation and element, but does he know, as well ? does he know that he's important to her ? way beyond the fact that he is the avatar ?

plus, the arrow she'd taken in his place — shredding through her right shoulder, missing her heart by inches — is... a hassle, sure, since katara's restricted her from moving too much, but toph can't find herself regretting a moment of it. plus, it'd leave a pretty cool scar, wouldn't it ? or at least, she's counting on it. ❝ c'mon twinkletoes, nothing's happened to me – i'm fine ! ❞ she punches his shoulder with her left first, hiding the wince when it's jostled her whole chest, though toph soon relaxes again. she doesn't like this mat she's put on. she can't fully feel the ground like this. she can't see exactly how aang's reacting, only catching fragments from the combination of his voice and the way he shifts around. it's frustrating.

❝ now stop sulking ! i'm not gonna be responsible for ageing the avatar faster with frown lines. ❞

i need you close at all time, accepting.

[slutnali]

[vincentspork]

thinking again abt that friend of mine who got mad at me for listening to "straight music"

[xochy]

gay amoebas

[swissyyroll]

PAC SAYING IT BACK I RUCKING CANT

[waitingforminjae]

MY GOOD COMRADE YUAN SHUAI

[letterservice]

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OH MY DEVS I'VE SUMMONED THE SWARM

[infaethible]

i think u guys deserve to know the wall of my bedroom is literally covered in post it notes covered in doodles of two tpot with the little fluffies and eyelashes and spots ive been giving them recently AAAAA wa wa wa the goo goo bug

[andyridgeley]

just bought my own birthday gifts my friends gonna be so mad

[realboutfatalfury]

ANYWAY. guess who finished p2 ep yaaay

[nylwnder]

every time they say “BROODIEEEE with a shot” I DO BE CLENCHING MY PUSSY

[writing-on-the-wahl]

AHHHH I LOVE ELEANOR 🐍 🥰 SHE’S SO ADORABLE!!!! Never have I felt such affection for a lil snake 🥺🥺 I love her your honor!

Also wow thank you I don’t usually really like Harry but your writing/characterization of him is so good and I do like your Harry haha!!

And Y/N is literally the most perfect description of a true Ravenclaw I love it so much 🔥❤️

Speaking in Tongues ~ Harry Potter

You know, I don’t love Harry the way I do other characters from the series, but he is the main character, so I think he deserves some fanfic screentime 😂

Summary: Harry plays the third wheel and then makes two new friends.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.4k

Harry leaned back in his chair, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes. 

He and Hermione had been working on Transfiguration homework for hours. Becoming Headmistress only steeled McGonagall’s high standards, and she didn’t give the trio grace for having been on the run for the better part of a year.

Harry sat back, stretching his neck. He turned his head just in time to see Ron creeping up from behind Hermione. When his best mate saw him, he pressed a finger to his lips. Then, acting quickly, Ron covered Hermione’s eyes.

She tensed up, letting out a little squeak of surprise.

Ron leaned his head down to say: “Guess who.”

At the sound of her boyfriend’s voice, a smile spread across Hermione’s face. “Mmmm…Neville?”

Ron smiled so fondly at her, it made Harry’s teeth hurt. “Guess again.”

“Seamus?”

“Nope.” 

“Hmmmmm…Dean?”

Ron snorted. “Now you’re just being mean.”

Hermione gave a small laugh and peeled away Ron’s hands. Harry averted his eyes as she twisted around to give Ron a kiss, focusing on the words in the textbook in front of him. “What’ve you been up to?”

“Quidditch tryouts.”

Harry forced himself to breathe as a stab of misery buried itself in between two of his ribs. He was thrilled for Ron, and he knew why he wasn’t allowed on a broomstick anymore. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“Are you done studying?” Ron asked. 

“No,” Hermione said, and Harry looked up to see her turning back to her book. 

Ron let out a groan, resting his chin on the top of her head. “You’ve been studying all day. I think it’s your boyfriend’s turn for some attention.” Exasperated, Hermione set down her quill, which turned out to be quite the mistake, as Ron reached around her to shut her book. “Please?” Ron whined. “It’s almost Christmas.”

Hermione chuckled. “No, it’s almost midterms. Then it will be almost Christmas.”

Ron pressed his nose into her hair. “All I want for Christmas is you.” Hermione laughed, causing Ron to frown. “That wasn’t a joke.”

“No, I know.”

“Just come with me for an hour,” Ron wheedled. “We can go eat and come back.” Harry could see Hermione wavering. Ron leaned in, lowering his voice. “We can go to Hogsmeade and have tea at Madam Puddifoot’s.”

Harry knew by the gleam in Hermione’s eye that Ron had picked his words well.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt to take a little break.” 

Hermione’s stuff was packed and her hand was in Ron’s in about ten seconds. The couple bid Harry goodbye, and he shook his head, smiling, as he watched them go. 

He liked seeing the two of them happy together. In fact, his favorite part of returning to Hogwarts for his seventh year had to be seeing the people. Even now, as he looked around the library, he spotted many people he recognized from his first six years here. 

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[rosethorn-art]

THE POWER OF TWOOOOOOOOOO!!

[iamthecomet]

-walks in with a sleeping bag and pillow-

I bring you... sleepy thoughts feat. Omega and Dew.

Dew's actually pretty big on cuddles and being held, like, to an extent that he doesn't even pretend to hate it when his packmates scoop him up, give him hugs, or pull him in for a cozy little nap, but he isn't always aware of the fact that he NEEDS it.

He'll completely neglect to seek out physical comfort from the others if they don't initiate it first, because he forgets how good it makes him feel, and when he's in a funk, it doesn't even occur to him that he can ask for that.

So imagine if you will, a very overtired Dew trying to sleep and not being able to, taking to walking around the abbey until he winds up at the infirmary, because, "Maybe someone there will have something to knock me out." and he walks in to find Omega sitting in there at the desk filing some paperwork, also unable to get to bed for the evening due to stress and other little things keeping him awake.

So they're both there, beyond tired, and they make eye contact and, well, suddenly they're walking back to Omega's room, because it's closer and his bed is bigger, and it only takes a minute for them to snuggle up and fall asleep.

Something, something, I dunno how to elaborate other than that I think Omega has, like, maroon bedsheets with some kinda fancy gold trim, because he got them as a gift years ago and they're the softest, fluffiest damned things Dew has ever been wrapped up in in ages.

Also, maybe Omega lets Dew wear his pajamas even though they don't really fit, because they're warmer and softer and smell sooo nice...

-sprawls out on the floor-

Oh, these twoooooooooo. I just love the idea of Dew being a little grumpy--over tired--just desperate at this point. Asking for drugs. Someone to hit him over the head with something big. Literally anything to put him to sleep because he's pissed off and he's sick of it. And Omega just being like "you know what, I know exactly what you need." and putting his work away and just pulling a sputtering--still grumpy--Dew back to his room. And the two of them just slotting together, wrapped in the softest sheets in the world. And they're both out like a light almost instantly. And when Dew wakes up the next morning he looks at Omega and scowls even as he's snugging closer. Because how did he not know that all he needed was to be held in order to fall asleep? And worse, how did Omega know even when he didn't? Doesn't matter. He's still just so tired. Just a few more minutes. He'll deal with it later.