#you guys—

[lupine-trees]

until we see the sun.

[ the boys are on a mysterious magical mission. inspired by the @drarrymicrofic january song prompt: “running wild” by jin ]

drarry | word count: ~620 | rating: t

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The ley line had led them due east. The signatures had seemed coastal, initially, but the readings had gone sideways once they landed, the dowsing compass spinning frenetically until they began walking inland. Then, once they were facing toward Inverness, it steadied. Stopped, still.

Most of the night was gone, and they’d tracked the seam, taking the odd measurement, walking in companionable and focused quiet.

“You think the rift will stabilize if we find the center?” Harry had asked, softly, trying to hush the uncertainty.

Draco, knelt down in the dark of the field, caught in the ring of Harry’s lumos, brushed his fingers across the map in their field guide. Three anchor points were marked on the page. Three of what they assumed were seven altogether.

“Suppose we’ll find out,” he answered, snapping the guide closed, pulling the end of his wand from the soil.

“Scripturam mementus,” he’d whispered, and Harry had imagined the fine scrawl of his handwriting unfolding inside the book’s bindings, careful notes and geologic data settling onto paper.

The terrain was rough, and it had been foolish, ultimately, not to pack their port-a-brooms. They hadn’t expected, though, to be so far off-mark.

Over the last 12 hours, Harry supposed they’d managed to cover nearly 40 kilometers. Which wasn’t bad, considering the dark and the frequent stops for sampling, the picking their way carefully through unmarked highland. It was slow going, and who knew how long until they reached where the compass was guiding them?

They stood at the crest of one of the foothills of Aonach Buidhe, passing the charmed canteen back and forth between them.

Harry’s lumos was growing fainter. Orange was humming over the hills ahead of them, sunrise imminent. The cast of light lingered and rolled over the loch in the valley below.

Mhoicean, Harry thought, maybe, recalling from an earlier check of their hydrological map.

He was trying hard, really, not to watch Draco as he drank— the pull of his throat, the rivulet spilling from the greedy corner of his lip. Draco caught his eye, though, his gaze tugging from the eastern hills, from the soft-glowing body of water.

Harry flushed, turning away, and suddenly, Draco was shoving the canteen sharply to his chest, a flurry of motion.

“Wha—” Harry began.

“Shush,” Draco answered shortly, dropping to the ground and clawing frantically through his bag, drawing out the guide and the maps, notes and samples, settling them quickly on the hillside. Harry watched his mind work, the thrum of calculation overcome him.

Then: still.

He glanced up to Harry, eyes bright, smile wide. “You weren’t wrong,” he said, and Harry felt it whistle through him.

“What?” he answered, a croak of a sound.

“About the coast. Ah, well, perhaps about the coast, yes, but— the instinct was right.”

Harry puzzled, aching. “I don’t… follow.”

Draco tugged at the hem of his coat, and Harry dropped to the earth beside him. He pointed to the map in front of them, gestured to the loch below.

“Water, Potter,” he breathed, elation scarcely contained. “We’re going to Loch Moy.”

He gathered their things quickly as Harry let the revelation settle in him.

“Come on,” Draco called, already partway down the valley, glancing back, his hair catching gold. He grinned up at him wildly, took off running.

It was nonsensical. Harry knew that, knew Draco must know, too. Their haggled portkey was for nine o’clock, and it must have been half six already. Loch Moy may as well have been ages away.

And yet.

The compass in his chest was fine-tuned: sure and pointing. Draco was running— Harry would follow.

He took off down the hill, heart on the horizon. Racing toward the sun.

[amartworks]

had a fun experience on the subway the other day

[noodles-and-tea]

Haha… yeah… that’d be crazy…

[blorboresidue]

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.

[medichamcham]

i really enjoy looking through reddit threads related to death metal because the replies sound like a groupchat for cartoon villains

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[danlous]

Ignoring the real possibility he intentionally let himself be caught from the little we know so far Luigi Mangione's case is a fascinating combination of astonishing brilliance and confusing stupidity. This young man plans and executes his assassination and escape with such a meticulous care and calmness that it's suspected that he's a professional hitman. He comes up with Riddler-sque moves like writing his manifesto poetically on the bullets and leaving his backpack behind full of Monopoly money. He carefully wears a mask to avoid being identified but removes it because a woman who was checking him into the hostel was flirting with him and wanted to see his smile. He still manages to escape the most surveilled city in the country in the midst of ongoing national manhunt only to get caught in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Pennsylvania while eating at the McDonalds. Because for some reason he had the same clothes and mask as in New York and was carrying the same gun and suppressor. And when the cops detained him he showed them the same fake id he used in New York. And oh yeah he's a frat bro gym rat who has a masters degree in computer science from Penn but reads stupid self-help books about being on the grind and is 'anti-woke' while being bisexual suffering from anxiety and wanting to end oppressive capitalism. Not even god himself could invent a person like this

[valtsv]

stuck between "psychological horror statement" and "objectively the funniest thing you could say to your real flesh and blood dad" in the father's day card aisle

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

[sketching-shark]

Most blessed type of fandom experience tbh

[wishfulsketching]

Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me

Extra doodles:

Someone save Sevika, she is in hell

[jollymalt]

what could have been

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[gongyussy]

good thing from jp twitter this week is queen of old man yaoi michiru sonoo discovering the term old man yaoi

update: somehow it got impossibly more wholesome

quick translation: おかえり: welcome home あ 終わった 終わった: ahhh, it's over! it's done! コーヒー? お茶?: coffee? tea? コ~ヒ~ ありがと: coffee, thank you~ ネクタイレア★★ ネクタイ取るレア★★★★: seeing him with a tie on, rarity level ★★, seeing him take a tie off, rarity level ★★★★ にあうな~: it suits him~

also please do follow: AraigumaSha: sensei's twitter account marureviere: maru, who does such valuable work highlighting bl manga for an international audience

[gayvampyr]

asking people to be mindful of others when sharing a communal space (especially one you cannot just up and leave from) is not selfish or misanthropic. come on now