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[awyeahitssam]

Harry/Tom; Broken Promises + Pillow Forts, unresolved angst. Weirdly soft for them.

Harry may love his boyfriend, but he was also the first to admit that Tom Riddle was a stubborn prick.

They had been dating for seven months - fighting for longer - and, naturally, Yule was no different. They spent the majority of the day schmoozing at Black manor, Harry having allowed Tom to use his political position as both the Potter and Black heir to score an invite. It was a dreadfully boring and headache inducing affair, especially because Tom abandoned him several times to whisper his plans for World Domination into the ears of enthralled purebloods.

And now that they were back home, Tom was refusing to honor his end of the deal.

“We’re both exhausted, Harry,” he sighed, replacing a stiff dress shirt with soft cotton. “Another time.”

Harry doubted that. Plus, it was important to watch today. When Harry was young and Lily alive, every Yule had been spent on this very couch, bundled under blankets with a mug of hot chocolate and Christmas specials playing.

“We just spent most of the day playing politics because you wanted to, Tom, something I only agreed to because you promised we would do this tonight.”

“We left early because you said you were exhausted,” Tom rebutted. “Which means you need sleep, not to watch muggle Telly programs.”

“Fine,” Harry snapped, pulling Mrs. Weasley’s annual sweater over his head to conceal his hurt expression until he could get it under control. “Do what you want, but I’m watching this.”

Tom didn’t have family traditions. He didn’t have family. So it was understandable that he didn’t know how important this was to Harry.

But Harry had watched these with Remus once his mother died, and doing it alone, now that they were both gone, felt wrong.

Not that he had ever truly explained the importance of this to Tom. His lover probably thought of it as a silly whim, a favor. Perhaps he just detested muggles too much to care how his turnabout would affect Harry, and had never been planning to watch at all. It did rather sound like him.

Harry curled into a ball at the edge of the sofa and twisted his wand. Pillows zoomed from every room of the house, blankets floating behind them, and Harry heard a grunt as Tom -- presumably -- dodged one as they piled around him, building a fort that made him feel more cozy and less alone.

“Harry,” Tom hissed, in that all-too-familiar tone of frustration.

“What?” Harry snapped, turning on the Christmas special. His chest felt tight and he could feel his eyes welling with stupid, traitorous tears he refused to let fall. There was a pause, and then a blanket was pushed aside, allowing Tom to peer into his fort.

He was frowning, but it was more concerned than annoyed, and Harry looked away quickly. Not quickly enough, it seemed, because Tom sighed heavily and stepped into the fort, gently grasping his cheek.

“What is it, darling?”

Harry shrugged, pulling out of Tom’s grasp.

“Nothing,” he said through a dry throat. “I don’t like it when you make me promises you have no intention of keeping.”

Tom tensed, but didn’t deny his claim. “You’re typically not so upset.”

Harry turned to face him, anger only making the tears stronger. “Just because I don’t say it doesn’t mean I don’t feel it,” he snapped. “As much as you hate liars, it’s interesting what you’ve become, isn’t it?”

But Tom did not snap back, or fly into a pique as he was wont to do when Harry criticized him. Instead, he crouched down before him with a frown, hesitantly touching his knees. “I’ve truly upset you,” he noted, then offered, “I’ll stay. We can watch the program together.”

Harry grimaced, pulling away from the tentative touch. “I don’t want you here if you don’t want to be here,” he said, heart panging. “Why don’t you go back to Malfoy’s? I know he was talking about the after-party half the night.”

But Tom only frowned at him. “I’m not leaving,” he said. “You’re upset with me.”

Harry’s chest tightened. “When has that ever stopped you from leaving in the past?”

“Well, if you would just tell me instead of expecting me to know!” Tom snapped. “I’m trying here, Harry!”

“Maybe I need time,” Harry returned, just as fiercely though his own voice was quiet. “I don’t have to tell you everything, Tom, and I’ll tell you nothing before I’m ready to. I had your word that you would do this with me. Excuse me for believing that would be enough.”

From the fleeting expression on Tom’s face, a punch might’ve landed gentler. Neither of them trusted easily. Tom, because he’d never had reason to trust. Harry, because his faith had been broken so many times in the past.

[yoursselo]

i love how most of us mason girlies have the chance to experience the eras tour like yes another thing that unites us

[aberooski]

There was only one original album cover I'd never done, because Fearless TV had just been released by the time I started this project all that time ago, so our boy never got to be on the original cover. And now that Taylor owns her masters once and for all, I think it's time I completed the set 😊

Welcome back, OG Fearless, the reason I ever became a swiftie when I was a little kid, the reason Fearless has always been my favorite album. You're still one of the most formative albums of my life, and welcome to the GX album cover club 🫶!

The collection is now complete 😌

[spitinsideme]

whats your opinion on Taylor Swift

i dont really care for her ? i dont like her music so i just dont listen to it or keep up with whatever she does so no opinion whatsoever. i have two friends thkufh who are HUGE swifties and another fri3nd who absolutely DESPISES taylor swift and sometimes when we talk taylor swift comes up and i nust kind of agree with whoeever im talkong to bwcause i dont really care for her

[thenardierfamilytherapy]

this is a 2012 film adaptation hate post. what a travesty. it’s truly sad that for so many this is their first impression of les misérables. first of all it’s ugly, unwatchably ugly. every single solo is filmed so close to the actor that we are literally looking into their pores and listening from within their snotty crying nostrils. they ruined every single song, not a single one was even listenable. ironically the master of the house scene is was maybe the most enjoyable, maybe because it’s hard to fuck up such a fun ensemble number, and that whirling camerawork felt appropriate to a boozy tavern (even if it was inappropriate in virtually every other scene and had a somewhat blair witch esque motion sickness effect, on me at least). and yet their master of the house is still nothing compared to any given staged recording.

and i deeply resent the lack of self awareness which is inherent in an american company casting the thénardiers as attractive and almost likeable. the thénardiers represent everything this film version and the american propaganda film machine overall represent: greed, classism, poor taste, and badly executed ideas. Of course this fucking travesty of an adaptation sexed them up - it’s so, so american. in fact everyone had cleavage for no reason.

when i saw it in theatres in 2012 i was living in nyc, it was on a double date with a playwright i was in a relationship with at the time and my two bffs who are both artists and one is literalt an independent filmmaker and producer (and her ex who was an evil warlock was also present but that’s neither here nor there). we left the theatre discussing how this era in american filmmaking would be remembered as the most vapid, overblown, self-important, and overall unwatchable era in the history of the medium worldwide. we discussed how american film has become an artless shell of what hollywood used to be, which even in its golden age was still mediocre compared to international cinemas. the 2012 les mis was the most gaudy, tacky, tonedeaf, ugly, ham-fisted adaptation of a book that the four of us (edit: five, i forgot the warlock) had ever seen. and we had just watched the same year’s insult to anna karenina.

it was as though the thénardiers themselves were directors. we do know monsieur emigrated to the colonies, after all.

and i would be Unsurprised if we later discovered the film was entirely recorded, edited, and mastered by one unpaid six year old

[kilgarraghforever]

She wears four shirts I wear three shirts

She's cheer captain and I'm on a beach, yeah

Thinking about the day when you wake up and find that what you're cooking for has been here the whole crime

[stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling]

first taylor swift song in three months feels so good

[screaming-give-me-a-reason]

Do you think it’s a two year secret because she wouldn’t have released these songs unless/until it was joever?

[boag]

Getting ready for my job interview rn listening to Electric Feel he is so smart

Literally me

[dontaskchaosandco]

[Image description: The "She Wasn't Lying, That Ass Can Fart" dog, except captioned with:

THEY WEREN'T LYING THAT READING COMPREHENSION IS PISS-POOR

End description.]

all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

[aberooski]

I've really got my work cut out for me this time I have NO IDEA which GX character I'm gonna draw on the cover of tortured poets ✋😭

[xiellaxium]

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[dualityofinterwebs]

You know it's interesting during this whole "situationship" with Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift we have heard from Travis, his mom, his dad, his brother, his teammates, Taylor's friends but pretty much nothing from Taylor herself.

[ganpan14o]

Worth having to listen to Taylor Swift IMHO.

Taylor Swift had a concert consisting only of cats, and if you were not a cat and you wanted to go she had a portal that would turn you into a cat.

[sagereeid]

°•☆SONG OF THE DAY☆•° BABYYYYY

and the lotd!

"i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost. the room is on fire, invisible smoke. and all of my heros die all alone. help me hold on to you." -the archer, 2019