#i hope this is. legible

[clocks-are-round]

thinking about my wyoming headcanon again

he was born and raised in the u s of a, but heard that the code names were u.s. states and thought it would be hilarious to pretend to be british. he committed to the bit so hard that most of the freelancers believed him.

it helped that most of THEM were american born and raised— meaning they would probably hear an australian and ask if they’re from england or vice versa, while also fully believing british solely means someone from england (im american too, i know us, that’s most of us)— so they hear him talk about tea and crumpets and throw in some slang he learned from doctor who and sherlock, go “yeah sounds about right” and never question him.

he even HAD HIS NAME LEGALLY CHANGED TO ‘SOUND MORE BRITISH’ AND WAS SO CLOSE TO COMMITTING TO A MONOCLE BUT SETTLED FOR THE PRINGLES ‘STACHE

then after the brain damage with gary, reggie ALSO fully believed the bit, so for all intents and purposes his reality is that he IS from england. after reconvening with wyoming and realizing this, gary absolutely has a ‘well fuck’ moment but yknow what can he do about it now lol guess that’s just life for ya just gotta keep goin and not think about it woo oh hey alpha’s back let the fuckery commence

meme of hands shaking. gary and omalley, ‘ah shit fucking around in somebody’s brain had consequences’

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[chiisanajimi]

vishkar architect academy dorm room sneak peek

(inspired by @/hausofdecline)

[kingfuc]

souyo smoochies ✨

[butyouaremymess]

Colin + his (many) love confessions for Penelope

[gayford]

shifty's first word

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

My Lawyer is going to Get Your Ass.

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[lightbulb-warning]

isat month ten prompts at once GO!!!!!

[caught-a-dragonfly]

Red Alert

[tezzbot]

Messy messy silly comic lol Sibling Moment

[calamaricollie]

Narinder is just jealous Leshy wears it better than him

[niinnyu]

Moral compass

[longdaytogo]

the boy in the portrait

@hotchnaur wrote a fic for this!

This is based off a little snippet I wrote which honestly isn't much (since I have absolutely no writing skills) but was more of a "I need to write this down before it disappears forever from my brain" kind of rush.

This takes place in an AU where Draco didn't make it out of the Fiendfyre, but the war is won and done. The Ministry has ordered a cleanup and seizes pureblood residences, namely Malfoy Manor, and Harry volunteers to inspect the property. He doesn't know why he did, but still apparates to the front gate, in a sort of trance since the Room of Requirement incident, not fully understanding why he's feeling so.

As he walks up the spiraled stairs and down the long corridors, it hits him that he's in the Malfoy ancestral home, the very place where Draco grew up. The eerie quiet is interrupted by the sound of a child crying and murmured shushes from a further corridor up the path. When he follows the sound, he's greeted by a long line of portraits, all old and dead, glaring at Harry before sharply turning and disappearing into their paintings.

He continues down the path until he gets to the very last portrait—a young boy crying, fisted hands covering his face. The other portraits tell him to "pipe down that noise" before vanishing, leaving only Harry and the young boy. When Harry approaches the smaller boy in the portrait to ask if he's alright, he stops dead in his tracks. It's Draco. A much younger Draco who looks to be around 6 or 7, much smaller than his first year at Hogwarts with his signature white blond hair and not-so-pointy chin.

Young Draco sniffles, wipes away his tears, and looks up at Harry, confused about who he is. He asks where his mother and father are and how lonely he is here. He explains how he "woke up" one day in this portrait and feels scared. How all the other portraits (namely Great Great Aunt Belvina and Grandfather Cygnus) won't answer his questions and only tell him to be quiet.

Harry stares at the younger Malfoy absentmindedly. He tells Draco he's here to stay for a while and asks if he has any messages for Lucius and Narcissa. "They're out right now but they'll be back shortly," he says, and young Draco's eyes light up. Draco finds a willing listener in Harry and tells him about how sad he is here, how delightfully boring it is, about his new toy dragon from Diagon Alley and about that one time Pansy and Theo fell face first in a puddle of mud as he and Blaise had watched, giggling while saying so.

Harry quietly listens, noticing he still points his nose up tauntingly while teasing and the way his haughty air or confidence seems to permeate the conversation. Harry tries to absorb all that he can, overlapping this young Draco with his Draco—noticing their similarities and difference where one is all childlike innocence and laughter, while the other only a mere husk of a boy towards his final days.

Young Draco tells Harry about his first flying lesson and his new broomstick when he suddenly asks if Harry knows "Harry Potter." Shocked, Harry asks how he knows the name when Draco, going a bit red in the ears, replies back how he's going to be Harry's best friend at Hogwarts ("once my letter arrives in a few years!") he says proudly. He tells Harry how he's made father buy out all the books on "Harry Potter" and how mother reads them to him nightly.

Draco makes Harry promise not to tell anyone, sharing that he only revealed it to so because he had shared so much already. Harry promises and, feeling a bit disheartened, says he needs to go, but he'll come back soon. Young Draco pouts and whines but understands, reminding Harry to pass along the message to Lucius and Narcissa. He waves goodbye, on the promises of "I'll see you later," and disappears into his portrait. Harry watches the boy vanish, then turns to leave down the corridor he came.

Walking down the stone path back to the gate, he recalls a boy with teary eyes surrounded by scorching flames and another boy dreaming of befriending the Boy Who Lived. He leaves Malfoy Manor feeling choked and a little worse than when he arrived.

[museofthepyre]

Adam and Lucille pageeeee I am going to punch them both (affectionate)

[unsteddie]

Tommy Hagan came back after Hawkins split open. He left college and came to help people in need. Because under all the posturing he was good, he always had been when he and Steve were kids, he just got a little lost in highschool. Not like Steve could judge.

Just a few hours after running into each other, an awkward hug, and unloading a million supply boxes out of a government truck together, Steve found himself with a lap full of his former best friend.

He knew he fucked up when he kissed down Tommy's neck and heard him mumble something about 'wanted this for so long.' He knew he fucked up because it wasn't Tommy's brown eyes or full lips he was seeing.

As Tommy melted in Steve's hands it was Eddie's fingers that trailed up Steves arm, across his shoulder and into the hair at the base of his neck. It wasn't Tommy's slightly high pitched moans he was hearing, but Eddie's lower timber. And it wasn't Tommy's familiar spicy cologne he was smelling as he unbuttoned his shirt to kiss down his chest, it was the lingering smoke of Eddie's last menthol.

He'd shared it with Steve against the side of the RV before they left for the Creel house. It was then that Steve recognized the way his stomach twisted when Eddie leaned close into his space, familiar and alarming at the same time. He nearly pulled Eddie in then. He wished he had.

Steve had fucked up and he hadn't stopped himself. He'd had plenty of chances, the first break for air when the two old friends took a moment to laugh awkwardly. On the way up to Steves bedroom, giggling and whispering to each other.

He really should have stopped, while he was undressing Tommy the rest of the way, and he had to push away the thought that he couldn't be kissing Eddies neck, sucking a deep purple bruise into it. Because Eddie's neck was a gaping hole rotting somewhere in the upsidedown where Steve had left him.

But in the dark of his bedroom it was so much easier to pretend. It was easy to bury his face back in Tommy's neck and hear eddies voice echoing every little sound and word that Steve was able to tease out of the boy under him. Easy to feel calloused fingers gliding along his back, digging in when Steve did something he liked. Easy to pretend he could taste that last menthol on the tongue in his mouth rather than cheap beer. It was easy and Steve was weak.

He barely kept himself from calling out Eddie's name. He bit into a freckled shoulder instead. Later, with Tommy sleeping soundly on his chest, a content little smile on his face, Steve cried silently. For what he'd done and for what he'd never get the chance to do.

[stergeon]

enbarr, sometime in 1186:

ok so @frozenartscapes made this addition to my post about byleth and edelgard writing each other letters all the time, right:

well i kind of lost my mind and now we're here.

i'm sure this meeting is salvageable :0) hubert's sanity, however,