#they are just so in love your honour

[rockingrobin69]

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Nighttime Chatter

Harry came to bed all giggly, cold feet tucking under Draco’s thigh (“fuck!”), murmuring nonsense into the back of his neck: “It was so lovely, wasn’t it, tonight was so—”

Draco couldn’t help smiling into his pillow. “Yes, you knob, it was a good night. Now get your icicles off my legs or I will,” stopped for an indignant gasp as Harry went on to tickle him in an utterly uncalled for offense. “Hey!”

“Hello,” Harry said, warm behind his ear. Kissing it tenderly: “Darling, you were so beautiful.”

“Why, thank you. You were easier on the eyes than usual.” He was gorgeous as always, with his impossibly-wide grin growing only wider, only wilder, with the look on his face, soppy-sweet and unbearable.

“Always so gushy, aren’t you.”

“Shut up,” Draco said, and pushed himself closer into Harry’s chest. “It’s terribly cold.”

“Oh no. Whatever shall I do about that?”

The corners of his lips twitched, starting to ache. “Warm me up, you twat.”  

“Hmm. Now there’s a good idea.”

They were all tucked under the duvet and Harry was still pressing little kisses to the nape of his neck, or mouthing something silly and secret into his hair. “Stop it,” Draco laughed, ticklish and not nearly irritated, “I’m trying to sleep, gigantic goon!”

“Sorry,” Harry said, entirely unrepentant. “I’ll stop.” Not stopping.

“You’re lucky I—” Draco swallowed the words he hadn’t said out loud yet, that thrummed inside him, bright and crushing like a starburst, like a punch to the belly. “You’re lucky,” recovered, badly. Harry had finally stopped, and by the sound of it, stopped breathing too.

After a moment or thirty: “I am. Lucky. I’m so lucky, darling.”

Draco buried his face in the pillow. “Gods,” couldn’t stifle the grin, “just—good night, Harry.”

“Good night.”

Even the silence between them was heated, suffused with this—unbearable affection. Draco let himself unstiffen in Harry’s arms, and promised in his heart: tomorrow. He’ll tell him tomorrow. Behind him, Harry was warm and safe and, predictably, snoring.

Tomorrow.

[doraingrid]

I am mentally unwell. . . . FULL IMAGE ON LINK tumblr doesnt want me to have this here :<

[lazylittledragon]

it’s being normal about dad gale hours again

[everwalldigan]

Dick, picking up his phone that’s been buzzing incessantly for the past 10 mins: UGH. yes Bruce what do you want, to give me more money, convince me to get a more heavily enforced suit again, more patrol together, my soul?

[nxctrns]

wv has the vibes of being a decades old married couple, but also very divorced.

[solarg0blin]

I redrew some Merlin characters to be more historically and culturally accurate! The text is their original names in a later Latin script, yoinked from a display in the Corinium Museum, Cirencester. (Sneaky edit to add: Y'all are incredibly welcome to use this in any way you want, I would love to see more of my home's culture being represented more accurately in media!!) (Also on Instagram)

Unlabelled version under the cut!!

[yourlocalabomination]

May I present to you one of the dumbest things iv ever drawn.

[reineydraws]

made it on time for the end of june! made a bi rhp jolly roger bc i hc shanks as bi and i am also bi lol 💖💜💙

happy pride, everyone! 🏳️‍🌈

hope the month was good to you!

[levi-lev]

hi again

[jyjkj]

[topnotchquark]

Nico saying that Lewis gives his daughters boxes of presents every Christmas just got caught in my mind.

Imagine you were a mixed race boy born in Hertfordshire, different from everyone else around you. Bullied in school, being raised by your father to compete in a sport where money is very much of essence and you and your family do not have a lot of it. And then you meet this other boy who comes from the kind of life you dream to live one day. You're friends and fierce competitors. You find solace in each other. You visit Monaco for the first time with your friend, dreaming up the life you will have when you make it, when you beat out of the mould that the world thought it could capture you in.

And then you two grow through the ranks and you're at the pinnacle of your sport and you have what it takes to win and the world recognises that you can win. And you win. You win with your friend and fiercest competitor by your side fighting with you for those wins, and this fighting ruins something something that was valuable to both of you when you were still innocent and unsullied by life.

But despite everything that went into the doing and undoing of this relationship, you still realise that this person you once called a friend has a life and family beyond your bitter dynamic. He has children, and children need love and affection and good memories. And you're a better man now so you understand that. So you make sure the kids get gifts on Christmas. And you make sure of it every year. Afterall, if you met someone you loved deeply when you were both kids, wouldn't you feel a pang of nostalgia when they had kids. Wouldn't you try to extend the warmth that you couldn't find for your friend to his children. Afterall, whatever happens during childhood basically remains with you forever.

[mistress-riddle]

being in a relationship with tom is scary but not for the reason you think. he lures you in with his elegant and mysterious beauty and traps you only to absolutely yap your ear off, shattering any image you have perceived of him beforehand.

[howtotrainyourrei]

JAMES AND REGULUS!!!!! i love these guys they are my ittle babies

this is a scene from a fic I'm working on, I'm very very excited about it

[anetherealpoetess]

thinking about haladriel. thinking about heroines and villains and the insistence that love in stories is only love if it is virtuous and selfless, and therefore the villain can never love the heroine because of all the reasons he is a villain in the first place.

hate to break it to you, but love that is plagued, hounded, and haunted is still love. love that is obsessive, cruel, and selfish is still love. at some point, you have to face the fact that stories are not crafted to reinforce a neat, overarching set of morals. once you accept that fact, you'll find love exists in deeply interesting places--like in the flaws and complexities that make a character compelling.

how boring if only heroes are allowed to love.

[braxiatel]

Grian: *falls off a bridge*  Scar, for whatever reason not questioning the loud scream he just heard: *follows blindly and immediately falls off the bridge as well*

[the-crooked-library]

"Louis and Armand were still in love in Dubai!!" "Louis and Armand never loved each other!!" - no. it's worse. they were on the precipice of something good, but Armand couldn't recognize that, so he ruined everything they had, right when Louis had actually come to love him. the love was there for a fleeting moment and it was ruined irreversibly, never to return, even after decades they'd spent together out of desperation and spite. it's worse and that's the point