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Endless List of Platonic Relationships That I Love - Carlos Rodriguez and Ricky Bowen

"Look, Ricky, I know at school you always somehow fall backwards into a lead role, but you can't just Zefron your way through auditions this time."

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oh, you don’t like peter pettigrew? as a marauders era fan?

embarrassing, honestly

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of course the marauders were dickheads at the age of 11, they were having their midlife crisis

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reunited dog and wolf

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Men aren’t the problem. The problem is that none of the ones you’ve met could hold a candle to Remus Lupin.

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Hello 👋,

I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. 😞

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I hope you and your family all stay safe and together and that you find shelter soon. I wish I could do more

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I will cry.

This is everything to me.

Wintertime at the Lupin-Black household was the definition of cozy. The house was covered in snow, only the pathway to it clean, because Sirius got up every morning and cleared it. He put on Remus’ thickest jumper and wool socks, added his combat boots and leather jacket and completed the outfit with a bright yellow crocheted hat. He made a point of showing his husband how much was he sacrificing for him, his sleep, comfort, and time, but he enjoyed this chore very much. It was just him, the cold, shimmering snow and the darkness. Going out with his shovel and seeing the house he lived in, with the little light of their bedroom also made him immensely proud and grateful for the life he lived. He usually came back and snuggled back to bed, letting himself be warmed by Remus’ hug. They would probably stay like this, but little Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of the idea. Around seven he would run to the bedroom, singing and wishing them good morning. If he wasn’t too hungry, he cuddled with them for a while, however he mostly pulled them from under the festive covers with deers and snowflakes and demanded they get up. And who were they to disagree? Remus usually made breakfast while Sirius checked that Harry made his bed properly, dressed up and washed his face, and brushed his teeth, which was particularly needed, as Harry’s arch nemesis at this age was the stingy minty taste of toothpaste. They reconciled in the kitchen which at this point smelled of non-alcoholic apple punch Remus made every morning of December. The mix of apple juice, cinnamon, clove and vanilla was one of the best Harry knew. Yet there was another that could overcome it. And that was the smell of almost full English breakfast. Beans, eggs and sausages, buttered toast. And because Sirius loved a breakfast dessert, croissants and strawberries. Harry would have them for a snack later, after they came back from the outside.

Each morning from about eight to ten belonged to a walk. Sometimes with Sirius, sometimes with Padfoot. Sometimes down to the creek, sometimes up to the woods, sometimes west to the city for groceries or to the library, sometimes east to a playground. After a snack, Harry was ready to have some fun in the snow, doing snow angels, building snowmen, going for a sleigh ride. He was tired enough after they came back to eat lunch and take a little nap. His dads used the free time to clean the house, or make some presents. Remus would knit or crochet while Sirius tried to seem like he was writing Christmas cards, but really he was just watching his husband adoringly. The afternoon was full of baking sweets. Vanilla crescents, Linzer cookies, gingerbread cookies, chocolate balls and more. Harry was very good at weighing the ingredients and cutting out the shapes, but kneading the dough or rolling it out without getting flour all over his hair was a mystery to him. Sirius just liked to watch the oven, making sure they don’t burn anything. That proved inefficient when he got distracted by taking photos of Harry in his little apron with flour and sugar on his face. Luckily Remus saved the whole batch and they ended up with two whole boxes of Christmas treats. When the kitchen was warm and smelling of cookies, and everyone’s belly full of them, it was time for a board game. Remus’ influence was very clear here, as Harry preferred muggle checkers over wizard chess. If he got bored of losing, he went upstairs and played with trains. He could go hours joining lego buildings with wooden tracks, making stops and driving his trains around them. Sometimes, when he was especially good, Sirius would enchant his trains to go by themselves and the little wooden people to ride them.

In the meantime, Remus made dinner, occasionally with his husband’s help. They loved cooking together, or watch the other cook. Tomato soup, quiche, rarebit, sandwiches, risotto, whatever Sirius fancied. More often than not, he fancied a make out session on the counter. However, according to Harry’s undeniably relevant opinion, their dinner always tasted delicious. They’d sit around the dining table, surrounded by lit candles and hanging mistletoes, colourful Christmas lights hanging from every possible piece of furniture. Harry had a curious question for each evening, which he asked after setting the table. How is orange juice made? How come the oven bakes so fast? Did Sirius wear a white dress to their wedding? Why are some of Remus’ hair grey? Who teaches at Hogwarts? What does ‘cariad’ mean? That usually got the conversation going, and sometimes his dads talked about it long after he’s gone to bed. Sirius would do the dishes, with or without magic, depending on his mood, and Remus tucked the tired little boy to bed. However, he required a bath first, usually full on with bubbles and ducks. Then he put on his pyjamas with polar bears and listened to his dad reading him a fairytale. Because the day was full of activities, he normally fell asleep before the prince and the princess lived happily ever after. Remus then had time to be happy with his husband, as they watched a muggle movie or listened to some music. But never Christmas carols before the 24th. Cuddled up in their living room, under all the mistletoes, and air still smelling of their dinner, Sirius reminded himself again of how grateful he was for all of this. His husband hugging him, their son sleeping upstairs, a whole house to themselves, secured, provided for, loved. And the thing he’d appreciate the most was that he could do all of this again tomorrow.

@wolfstarmicrofic dec. 25, cozy

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Mini-Comic: Dear Diary

12-year-old Nick writes a journal entry about his friends.

Read Heartstopper Online

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Heartstopper updates three times a month, on the 1st, 11th, and 21st at 11am UK time.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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This entire article is worth the read. Fuck Gilead

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Girldad pumpkin carving🙂‍↕️

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I’ll find you everywhere, in any part of the universe

and you’ll never be alone

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I will never forgive THOSE Marvel fans for hating on the Eternals. Is it a perfect movie? No, of course not. But it's not the bottom of the barrel, "worst Marvel movie all time" type of thing, in fact, so far from it

You can tell that this is a movie with love poured into it. You can tell that the creators wanted to make this movie, wanted to do something new and unique. I genuinely think that it is one of the most beautiful and different Marvel movies of all time, and I don't get why so many people tend to ignore that

This isn't me saying that "Eternals" is perfect, because it isn't. It suffers from pacing issues, as well as certain character moments. I would much prefer it as a show rather than a movie

But I will never forgive y'all for treating this movie as though it came from the depths of hell. They deserved so much better

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God, I'm craving intimate physical touch so badly.

I feel lonely all of the time.

I am losing my mind!

I don't know who else to pray to, how else to manifest, what other affirmations to say!

I've gone to every cafe, all the bars! I'm even considering clubs, even though I hate clubs!

I refuse to be alone forever, but I'm aging and I'm getting tired!

I am so, so tired...

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It's my 12 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Can't believe I've been in this hell hole for that long.

Let's be real tho, it's been longer bc this is like my third blog

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Im bringing this back bc I care about Eloise very deeply

Here's what I would like to see in Eloise's season (instead of her story with sir Philip cause I never quite liked it).

I want her to start the season half wanting to find a husband (merely because there's no one else she can go to that hasn't gotten married) and I want her to have a sense of resignation, like she has to do this because there is literally no other option than that.

I want her to meet many, many suitors and I want her to enjoy the company of some of them but I don't want her to accept any of their proposals because she just doesn't feel like she could spend the rest of her life in their company without being driven to madness.

Until a guy comes along and he is the definition of perfection. This man checks all of Eloise's boxes, comes from a good acceptable background and even gets along with her family... And I want her to feel like she has no choice other than to say yes to marry him.

But I want her to have a breakdown.

Because even though she realizes this man is literally the man she is supposed to want to marry... She doesn't want to. And she is forcing herself to want to marry him but it's just soooo hard!

And I want Benedict to not be there to be her comforting sibling.

And I want Anthony to find her in the backyard of Bridgerton house having her little breakdown.

And I want him to look at her and feel some kind of dejavu, because this is how he looked and felt prior to what would've been his wedding to Edwina and I want him to understand right there and then that he cannot force Eloise to marry ANYONE any more than he could force himself to marry a woman he didn't love.

And I want him to kneel down in front of her (I imagine Eloise sitting in the swing where she usually has her deep talks with Benedict) and take her hands in his and look straight into her eyes and tell her that it is fine with him if she never wants to marry. I want him to tell her that he'll always look after her and that he can even arrange so that she can have a place of her own if that's what she wants.

And I want the season to end with Eloise being perfectly happy in a little cottage right outside London where she is writing or doing whatever she wants without a husband or anyone telling her that she needs to find one.

I don't know... It might be too much to ask.

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Red, White & Royal Blue (2023)

@lgbtqcreators creators bingo- Media from North America + Quotes/Words + Black & White

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A group of FirstPrince art by noodles-and-tea on tumblr, instagram and twitter