#aurore <3

[teddybeartoji]

mickey i love seeing u on my dash that’s all i have to say ! hope ur doing so well 💗💗💗

ROOOOO🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE YOU SOOOOSOO FUCKING MUCH WDYM U JUST DROPPED BY TO SAY THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PLEASE COME OVER I NEED TO HUG U AND KISS U AND WORSHIP U A LITTLE (READ: A LOT LIKE A LOT A LOT) MWAH MWAH MWAH I HOPE UR TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF ANGEL<333333

this is u after i'm done with u>:33333

[pedrohub]

First look at Pedro Pascal in Gladiator 2

[heartstoppercentral]

First look at Heartstopper season 3

[wizardemotions]

the question came to mind of "in your ship, how might the larger/stronger party pick up or carry the smaller one?" and these were the answers i came to

[dailyflicks]

LOKI (2021 -) I 2.05

[animations-daily]

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) dir. Joel Crawford

[fishhhhshh]

Morally fluid netrunners who take the money and bail they are so !!!!!!!!! Also Aymeric is cute :3

[acuteobserv4tion]

Hear me out:

Zoe shouldn't exist. They should have given the Bee Miraculous to Rose or Aurore. Perfect patch up. No need for a last-minute self insert character.

It's the bad fanfic writing that gets me guys.

I hear Zoe is finally becoming her own character, tho. Good for her. Good for you, Zoe stans. Just wish she wasn't a last-minute insert made out of spite.

But if you really want Zoe to be a thing...

I wish she was introduced in like the end of season 2 right after Queen Wasp. Cut out that scene where Marinette reunites someone with their toxic family member.

Zoe shows up after Malediktator, giving Chloe more reason to feel unloved, stopping Chloe's kindness in its tracks, leaving her hurt and in pain, her desperation for attention made more clear, highlighting her Descent into Madness.

Zoe could actually genuinely try to connect with her in season 3 because Zoe at least has her own dad in America who raised her right, unlike Andre. Then show us a confused Chloe who rages out and hates Zoe for seemingly taking mom away from her all these years.

Little does she know that Audrey doesn't really care about either of them.

This is how we get Miracle Queen. Chloe actively asking for Hawkmoth to make her "exceptional" for her mom since Ladybug seems to have abandoned her, too. (Marinette notices her being difficult instead of Marinette just being jealous of Kagami like in canon) Audrey, of course, after being de-akumatized, looks the other way.

Then, in season 4, we have Lila manipulate Chloe like in Miraculer, only different. Chloe would be the one Gabriel assigned to look out for Adrien at school while he assigns Lila to "look out for him" during modeling.

Lila manipulates Chloe out of the way, which Gabriel knew Lila would do. Chloe, meanwhile, is losing Adrien in her grief and rage. Sabrina is losing Chloe to the stress of Lila's schemes to get Chloe alone and vulnerable through rumors, which isn't hard because of Chloe's past bullying. (What's that? Believable manipulation?)

But Zoe is still there, and she sees, so Sabrina goes to her. But when they confront her, Chloe sees it as a betrayal. She thinks she's lost Sabrina to Zoe like she lost her mom. So she curses them both. And who does she have left other than Uncle Gabriel.

Chloe has become a proper pawn in Lila and Gabriel's game. A sad, miserable, vindictive little pawn.

A solid tragic character. Chloe the Sympathetic Villain. (Unlike Gabriel, who we all seem to agree is a stupid asshat). Now, what will become of her?

Isn't that so much better?

[gloryride]

Witches on the beach

When you and your girlfriends are goth witches but still enjoy a beach day in Pacifica ♥

[drarrily-we-row-along]

This can be read as a sequel to "I Need You" or read as a stand alone (it will totally make sense without the prequel)

Draco found him curled up in a ball, in the corner of their office, the door warded against everyone but him. And as far as embarrassing places for Draco to find him went, well at least this wasn’t the top of the list for Harry.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Draco asked him as he folded himself down to sit cross-legged in front of Harry, their knees brushing, and the casual intimacy of that all but crushed Harry.

He shook his head, refusing to look up at meet Draco’s eyes as he plucked a string off his pants.

“Can I sit here with you?” he asked softly.

Harry nodded but couldn’t bring himself to say words back.

Draco pressed his knee against Harry’s, offering him a lifeline, anchoring him in the flood of his emotions.

After a few minutes of silence save the ticking of the clock in their office, Harry opened his mouth, “I couldn’t do it,” he whispered. “Well, I could have but-"

“Couldn’t do what, love?” Draco asked.

He swallowed, the pet name making him ache and burn with desire to allow Draco in, to trust that he actually wanted to be there with him when he was a mess. It was a desire that often remained unfulfilled because he couldn't bring himself to allow it. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, “They wanted me to do another press circuit,” he said, lip curling with derision in spite of his best intentions to keep his emotions under wraps.

Draco hummed softly in acknowledgement.

Shaking his head, Harry pressed on, brave as he could be, letting Draco see all of the aching in his chest, “I just can’t keep doing all of the things that suck up all of my energy.” He raked his fingers through his hair before finally looking up to see Draco's eyes already on him, face open and earnest, so much gentleness that Harry wanted to claw his own chest open.

"Harry," Draco said softly, grounding him, not trying to stem the flow of emotions, just trying to help him not get swept away. He offered him a hand and Harry's fingers clenched in his.

"And I know they need it," he managed through how tight his chest felt, straining under the weight of his guilt. "I know that it helps to garner people's approval-"

"Hey," Draco said softly, squeezing Harry's hand, "You're allowed to have boundaries. You're allowed to need things too."

Harry's eyes filled with tears, they spilled over and he shoved his glasses up in his hair so he could scrub at his eyes.

"You're good," Draco murmured. "You're so good, darling," he whispered softly. "Your heart is so soft, so generous, but everyone has their limits. You can't do everything."

"Not everything," Harry agreed, shaking his head, "But I could have-"

"At what cost?" Draco interrupted. "You've already died for them, you've already given your time working to them, what are you even keeping for yourself?"

He blinked but couldn't form an answer, he just started to cry again.

"Sweetheart," Draco said, stroking his thumb over Harry's knuckles, "You can't do everything," he repeated, "but more to the point, you shouldn't have to. You get to be a whole person, with needs and desires. Who has things that he's good at and that fulfill him, and who equally has things that he's not good at and that don't bring him any fulfillment."

"Everyone has to do things they don't like," he protested.

"Sure," Draco agreed, "All of us have some things that we just have to do, but you spend more of your time doing things that you hate, things that are hard and make you feel empty, because you are so used to being asked to be the hero, to save the world. What you do is not the same."

"I don't know how to do this," he whispered like a confession.

The other man smiled softly at him, "you're doing it," he murmured. "There's not an easy way to build boundaries when you don't have the experience to, when you weren't taught and allowed to when you were young. It's just practice."

"Does it always feel like this?" he asked.

"Like what?"

He swallowed, "Like you're the worst human to ever live. Like you've been given so much that you'll never be able to repay what you've been given, so asking for more seems greedy? Like just doing it would have been hard but would have felt better than doubting who I am."

"Ah," Draco said softly. "Want to know a secret?"

Harry nodded uncertainly.

"Who you are is not what you do."

He swallowed around the tears that were suddenly threatening to choke him, tried to hold back the ugly sob and failed, letting out a gasping, shuddering sound that felt like it was ripped from the pit of his stomach.

"Can I hold you?" Draco asked, his own voice a little desperate.

Harry nodded and collapsed forward willingly as Draco shifted and pulled Harry's body against his, cradling his face in his neck and rubbing his back.

When his tears started to abate, Draco squeezed his shoulder and said, "it does get easier, love."

"You're sure?"

He nodded, "And the fulfillment you'll feel getting to exist in a world where you aren't constantly stretched to thin, constantly at the end of your rope, will be amazing," he promised.

Harry buried his nose in Draco's neck, breathing in his warm scent. "Sorry," he whispered after a moment.

"What for?" Draco asked, like he was being ridiculous.

Pulling back, he tried to look Draco in the eye, then dropped his gaze to his chin when that was too hard. "I feel like you only get all of the worst bits of me. I'm such a mess right now, I feel like this wasn't what you were imagining. And you say you love me but I can't," he shook his head and changed tracks, "and I do love you, you know I do, but I'm not ready to be in an actual relationship-"

"Harry, I like getting the worst bits because it means I get all the bits and it's fine, I'm not in a rush-" he interrupted.

"-and I'm so afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"That by the time I'm actually ready for more than just spending time with you, eating dinner, watching movies, occasional kissing on the sofa when I haven't fallen straight to sleep, that you will have realized I'm not worth it," he rushed out. "Afraid that you'll feel the way that I feel about me."

"Oh," Draco breathed, reaching out and gently tipping Harry's chin up to look in his eyes.

But he couldn't do it, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, another tear slipping down his cheek.

He sighed softly, "Harry, I love you. I am not in a hurry. And my love does not require any particular response from you to feel like it's fulfilled. Sitting here with you, in your grief is so," he blew out a breath. "I love you so much it takes up all of the space in my body sometimes," he confessed. "And getting to sit with you, getting to listen to you, to the real you, Harry," he squeezed his hand, "It's a declaration of love and trust unlike any other. Being allowed to see you, it tells me so much about what you feel for me. It's a really beautiful gift."

Harry huffed a disbelieving laugh, "I want to believe you," he said softly. "I do. I want to believe that I'm enough but I'm so afraid of not being enough and of you realizing it. And if I let you in and you leave-"

"Me too," Draco said softly. "I'm afraid of the same thing. Terrified of letting you in, of getting to love you and be loved by you, and then having you realize that I'm not worthy of it. Because getting to have you really deeply for a little while and not getting to keep you, feels unbearable."

"How do you bear it?" Harry whispered, looking up at Draco because of the two of them, Draco seemed to be doing a better job of letting Harry in and loving him without constant panic.

He shrugged, "because I only have control over myself and this moment," he said. "And I've had lots of experience being afraid and being a coward, and I know it feels better to be afraid but still do the thing that my heart is pushing me to do. So I love you, and I'll keep doing it as long as you let me, in all of the ways that you're able to let me."

"Can we leave?" he whispered, suddenly exhausted, longing for nothing more than a cuddle on the couch after eating takeaway straight from the containers.

Smiling at him, Draco nodded, "Come on. My house? I can order Chinese?"

Harry nodded back, a little shy, a little unsure about accepting this much love from the other man.

"I want to," he assured softly. "I want to love you, I want to be with you and take care of you. You just have to say yes."

"Yes," Harry whispered, reaching out and taking Draco's hand and tugging him closer. "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly.

Draco nodded and leaned in to press a soft lingering kiss to Harry's lips and Harry let himself relax into it, letting go of all of his fears for as long as he could, and just let himself be loved.

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Read more of my fics here.

[jolifleurbleu]

[teddybeartoji]

also for the selfship asks!!! number 6, 7 and 11!!!!!! with any selfship of ur choice <333333

ROOOOO MY SWEETHEARTT OH HOW I LOVE YOU SOO<333333 i decided to talk about misho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bc i wanna talk about herr!!!!!!!!!!! ok so also misho is a weird little relationship okay.. keep that in mind lmao. we aren't together. but we kinda are. but we're just friends. who also do things that uhhh friends usually don't do. idk we're having fun hehehehhe

#MISHO

6. "pancake" or "waffle" hand-holding?

WAFFLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i tend to fidget a lot and i do it with her fingers a lot!!!!!!! so typically we just kind of happen to hold hands. neither of us really know how that happened but we're not complaining. her hands are more on the colder side while mine are almost always warm, so it just feels good, you know? it feels right.

7. romantic dinners at fancy restaurants or take out dinners on the couch?

RESTAURANTS!!!!!!!!!!! we both love dressing and dolling ourselves up and we like to do it at least once a week!!!!!!!!!!!! we have one specific restaurant that we love but we do like to check out other places too. we love eating good and drinking good, it's always very mmm intimate? the eye-contact is heavy and our legs keep brushing against each other under the table. mmmmmmmshe kinda makes me go insane i won't even lie.

after the date, we like to walk home so she can have a cig and so we can laugh some more. aaand when we get at home (at her place), we open another bottle of wine and just lounge on the couch in our sexy, fancy clothes. i love her sm<33333

11. calling each other by their names, plain and simple, or calling each other really flowery pet names?

mmmmmmmm since i can't choose for the life of me.... it's both. i like to call her "sho" and she calls me "love" or "sweetheart". my eye just twitched i'm fine. we're best friends<333333333333333 she called me her girlfriend once as a joke and i almost had a stroke<33333333333333333333333

[pedrohub]

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER The Last Of Us (2023- )

[enbysiriusblack]

Remus showed up at the Pettigrew’s once again, a fairly common guest for the two women.

This time, however, he seemed lighter. Happier, but strangely nervous.

He sat on their sofa, slowly sipping the tea that Cora had placed in his hands moments ago.

After the cup was half gone and the women had patiently been staring at him for a good five minutes, Remus looked up and spoke.

"Sirius is innocent."

"What?" Lydia frowned, "What do you mean?"

"He was framed. By um- by Peter. Peter is alive but he was the real spy and framed Sirius."

"My son is dead."

Remus shook his head.

Cora leaned forwards, "If Sirius is innocent, shouldn't they be saying that in the news?" She nodded towards the television, "I don't know about your wizard news, but ours is still saying he's a dangerous criminal to watch out for."

Remus nodded, "Yes, about that. We don't have any proof. About Peter being alive, because he ran away. So, Sirius is still in hiding and we can't really do anything to help at the moment."

Lydia glared at him, "You're telling me my son is alive but he's a murderer and yet you have no proof?"

Remus slowly nodded, "Yes?"

"Get out."

Remus immediately stood up.

"Lydia-" Cora laid a hand on her wife's shoulder.

"No", Lydia continued to glare at Remus, "My son wouldn't hurt anyone. He died. He was a good person and he died. Maybe- maybe Sirius is innocent, okay? Yes, Sirius is innocent, he was such a nice kid. But that doesn't give either of you a right to make up lies about my son. Especially when he isn't- when he can't even defend himself... I'd like you to leave now."

Cora stood up with him, "Come on" she gestured to the door as Lydia buried her face in her hands.

She opened the door for Remus but he lingered in the doorway.

"Have you had any rats recently?"

Cora quirked a brow but shook her head, "Not for a long time."

Remus hummed, "I thought he'd come here."

Cora glanced behind her, making sure Lydia couldn't hear, before turning back to Remus, "Not to say I believe you that Peter is alive, and I know I only knew him for a few years, but he never really relied on me or Lyd when he needed some help or guidance. He always went to that James boy."

Remus fiddled with the handle of his suitcase, "Right. Well that's not really possible."

Cora nodded, glancing at Remus and fully taking in the look of him with a frown, "How is the new job going?"

Remus almost laughed, "Didn't really work out... I'm not too sure what to do now."

"Do you need some money?"

Remus instantly shook his head, "I couldn't accept that."

"Please", Cora huffed, taking out her wallet, "If Peter did do all that you claim, then it's the least we can do."

She held out five £10 notes, the entirety of her wallet other than a few pennies.

Remus hesitantly took it, "I'll send it to Sirius. Although I'm not quite sure how to get ahold of him, he flew off on a hippogriff."

Cora blinked in confusion, "Right, sure. Well keep it for yourself then, pay your bills, get some food for you and your father."

"Thank you."

(for you @jegulily-stuff )

[flodaya]

the world will heal when you and your friends here will finally stop calling yourself zendaya's fans, because following somebody just because of their relationship is not it

me and the girls celebrating after another successful day of making the world a worse place

[dailyflicks]

I thought exonerating Ace would fix things, but it didn't. Because I've been lying to him for weeks, pretending I don't love him.

Nancy Drew (2019-2023): 04x01 - The Dilemma of the Lover's Curse