#now that i have wifi again

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Harry is at a Quidditch game, and he’s having a dreadful time. There should be some universal rule that negates this possibility. It’s Quidditch, he’s Harry – it’s the perfect pairing. He should be watching the Wimbourne Wasps crush the Ballycastle Bats and munching on some delightful treacle Sugar Sweeps while enjoying his first date in months.

Except they only have the licorice-flavoured Sugar Sweeps.

Except his team is losing horrendously.

Except his date – Jeanine, or Jeannie; something with a J – is more interested in flirting with anyone other than him. She’d tried to catch the eye of the unfairly attractive man sitting on Harry’s other side for a good twenty minutes. When she made no progress, her attention shifted to orchestrating a threesome with her friend and Draco. Rude.

(And no matter how far they’ve come from the bitter rivalry of their youth, Harry still hates to lose to Mal– Draco. He’d feel worse about that if the other man didn’t feel the exact same way – and if the prat looked less bloody smug.)

This is the last time he lets the blond convince him to go on a blind double-date. Merlin, what was he thinking when he agreed to this?

The Wasps call a timeout to discuss strategy (not that it’s likely to help at this point) and that’s when the worst of it happens. Some genius decided Quidditch needed a kiss cam for the slower moments of a match. If Harry ever finds out who, he’s going to hex their toes off.

That’s the thought that runs through his mind as he sees himself and Jacqueline on each of the floating screens bobbing around the Quidditch stadium.

His eyes slide helplessly to the side, where Jasmine is already inching away from him. This is so bloody embarrassing. He can feel his cheeks redden in mortification and is sure his deer-in-the-headlights expression will be immortalised in tomorrow’s Daily Prophet.

He sure wishes he had a time turner – he’d go back to this morning and stay in bed the whole day.

He can hear laughter breaking out from the other spectators the longer the camera lingers on him. Why haven’t they moved on to another pair? Or at the very least shifted three feet to the right; Harry’s certain Jolene and her friend or Draco (or hell, all three, why not) would be happy to give the viewers a show.

And then he feels a tap on his left shoulder. 

It’s not that he’d forgotten about the extremely hot man sitting to his left. But the reminder of the human perfection to his side while this debacle unfolds kind of makes him want to stand up and leave. Or blow something up.

He turns to Mr. Sex-on-Legs and smiles weakly. The man returns his smile, and while it’s a little sharp, it’s not mocking. Hurray for small mercies.

“May I?” Unreasonably Handsome Stranger asks.

“Uh,” Harry replies eloquently. May he what? Harry swiftly decides he doesn’t need more details. This man could be asking for his kidney and as long as it makes this whole situation less painful, Harry’s on board. “Sure…?”

Unreasonably Handsome Stranger tilts Harry’s face up and swoops in. Harry can’t stop the confused squeak from leaving him – so much for less shameful – and then he’s being kissed within an inch of his life. Holy shite.

This is awesome.

Harry kind of forgets why this man is kissing him and what’s going on around him, because it doesn’t matter. The most gorgeous person he’s ever seen in real life is pressing his lips against Harry’s with intent, with skill – is that his tongue? All higher brain functions have ceased in order to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

When they finally pull back for air, Harry finds his hands are gripping the man’s collar and holding him close. He figures that’s fine, considering the man has one hand wound through Harry’s hair and the other is still cupping his jaw.

“Wow,” Harry breathes, brain still taking a break from thinking. The other man smirks knowingly at him, and Harry would probably take offence to that if the man’s perfectly formed cheekbones weren’t flushed pink, showing he’s not as unaffected as he might pretend to be.

“Er. I’m Harry.”

“Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom.”

This makes Smokin' Hot Tom chuckle, which in turn makes his eyes crinkle up adorably. Oh bother – Harry might be in trouble.

He’s aware, peripherally, that someone behind him is aggressively clearing their throat. He only bothers to care about it when Tom shoots an unimpressed look at the source of the noise.

When Harry turns to follow Tom’s gaze, he comes face to face with an irate Julienne, her glaring friend, and Draco, who can’t seem to decide whether he’s impressed or pissed off.

He shrugs, grinning dopily. “It just isn’t going to work out, Josephine.”

She gives him a baleful look. “My name is Petra.”

Whoops. Not even close. “Sorry – Petra. Have fun with Draco and …your friend.”

He sends a teasing salute to Draco and starts dragging Tom towards the exit. Speaking of having fun – he’s sure they can find an alcove somewhere around here to continue what Tom started.

—

Harry’s picture is indeed in the Prophet the next day. But he supposes that’s only to be expected when he’s caught publicly snogging the visiting ambassador from the French Ministry of Magic.

[almondcroissantsandink]

*Brady Bunches your BBC Ghosts*

[quake-sparks]

I was a bit late to playing the outlast trials, so now I've done nothing but play it for 3 weeks straight.

[chiliger]

I’m back home from a trip! Here’s a few things I drew while I was gone.

[daily-sifloop]

Stargazing? ✨

Day 10: looking for your star

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[buglaur]

this is kit, please commission some art from them on social bunny 🙏

[ch1zzie]

The original in the bottom

Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

as a Harbinger, Childe has a lot of physical strength, especially since he’s so dedicated to refining his fighting abilities. for this reason, tight hugs are very common, particularly ones where you run and leap into his arms after he returns from a long trip- those hugs are his absolute favorite, since he can scoop you up and twirl you around, laughing in delight.

little does Childe know, Foul Legacy is always watching from inside his mind, and his Abyssal half dearly wants to hold you the same way the Eleventh Harbinger does- Legacy adores you just as much as Childe, yet he barely ever gets to see you due to Childe’s fear of him accidentally hurting you.

but he wants to hug you, just once, so so badly, and the next time you jump into Childe’s arms, Foul Legacy impulsively takes control of their shared body. he immediately starts purring, unable to help himself, and you realize that Childe seems a lot bigger and more armored than usual.

you glance up, and Foul Legacy’s purrs fade into silence as he stares at you, doubt beginning to creep in, thinking that he did something wrong.

then you beam and snuggle your face into Foul Legacy’s lavender fluff, and he in turn trills in delight and spins around in the air with you in his arms, claws gently patting your head. and Childe, stored away in their shared mind, lets out a sigh of relief, a fond smile spreading across his face as he watches you love his Abyssal side as much as you love him.

(by the way my inbox is almost out of brainrot so feel free to send some in comrades <33)

[fraternum-momentum]

the internet was cut off and i ran out of data so i asked my brother if i can connect to his hotspot and downloaded dol on my phone,,,,,,,,,

[aprito]

thanks anon i have actually never drawn cisswaps before!! i tried to change like as little as possible so their insufferable personalities would still be getting in the way of their visuals and consequently romantic attention

bonus

she's looking out for her future grandson in law (nobody tell him)

[jaarijani]

some photos i took at last nights gig that drive me absolutely insane

EDIT: fixed the layout. again.

[feluka]

revolutionary girl utena, or as i like to call it, yuri on shaved ice

[herecomesthesol]

At one point in time this was.... supposed to be a sketch but uhhhh nevermind that the man's gets a fun render experiment instead!

Woopsie!!!

[marfian]

The pavlovian response I had to come to this hellsite to check what was going on with AO3 because I KNEW I would see it trending needs to be studied.

[devourable]

artist reveal (aka me irl)

ignore the dirty mirror this pic is old