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hsfan94 · 1 year
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Y/n flew out to LA the moment Harry postponed the show Friday. She had talked to him Wednesday and noticed that he sounded off. She had told him then and there she wanted to fly out. He brushed her off, saying he was fine. But when Jeff texted her an update, upon her request, she bought a ticket for the first flight out.
Y/n and Harry had been friends for a few years now. They met when she was eighteen and he was twenty-five. They were just friends. Y/n loved him so much but she knew being younger than him that he’d never feel the same. In other words she wasn’t his type. But being in the friend zone wouldn’t stop her from taking care of him. One thing she knew about her Harry was that he would work even when he shouldn’t. He wasn’t great at taking care of himself. She knew if she didn’t come, he would be sick forever.
“Y/n, you didn’t have to come.” He opened his door wrapped in the thick fuzzy blanket she had bought him last Christmas. He looked miserable. He had puffy bags under his eyes and his nose had been rubbed red from excessive tissue use. But he still took her breath away.
“Don’t be silly, Haz. We both know you aren’t going to care for yourself properly.” Y/n also had a feeling his girlfriend would be useless as well.
“I’m the older one you know?” He had let her in and they were walking to his living room.
“That’s why it’s so sad.” She chuckled at his shocked expression. “Now have a seat and let me get to work.”
He sat down on the couch and she went straight for the kitchen to set out the stuff she had brought. It was an array of medicines, soups, juices and a thermometer. She made quick work of getting some medicine and a glass of water and returned to the living room.
“Now, have you taken anything today?” She wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Didn’t think so. Here.” She practically shoved the pills and water into his hands.
After he chugged the whole glass she repositioned him so he was laying down.
“You will stay right here. If you need anything, it’s my job to get it. I’ll stay right here.” She motioned to the other end of the massive sectional.
He smirked at her. “What if I have to use the bathroom?”
She rolled her eyes. “Then you go. But other than that stay put. Now,” she leaned forward and picked up the remote, “do you have anything you want to watch?”
They watched half of the Notebook before he was nodding off. Y/n watched him sleep. Her mind wandered to when they first met. She was fond of him back then but he seemed to see her as a sibling.
“I just don’t understand why he married Cameron Diaz when he’s been in love with Julia Roberts the whole time.” Harry had never seen ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ and Y/n thought his frustration was both valid and adorable.
“Because she missed her chance. Her fear of commitment and assumption that he’d wait forever drove him away.”
“But he marries someone so much younger. It’s impractical.” He shook his head.
“Why.” Y/n felt uneasy at his words.
“Because you can’t possibly have enough in common.” It was like he had seen her face fall so he backtracked. “It just doesn’t work. I can’t explain it.”
“I don’t think age is a big deal. If you love someone you love them, you know? Who cares what year they were born?”
They had sat in silence after that. That was over two years ago and as she watched him sleep, she wondered if he had changed his mind. She certainly thought so because his girlfriend was so much older. She brushed those thoughts away and fell asleep herself.
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Y/n had not seen Olivia since she got there. She had been relieved at first because the thought of Harry with anyone made her stomach turn, but the more she thought about her absence the more it pissed her off. It had been over twenty-four hours. She arrived Thursday afternoon and it was now Saturday morning. Who doesn’t check in on their sick partner every once in a while? She was also confused because she thought they lived together.
She had been taking good care of Harry but she had also been helping him decide what to do about the next few shows. He had a doctor's appointment later and she told him they didn’t have to make any final decisions until then. She had already been in contact with Jeff to tell him it wasn’t looking good and he got to work on backup plans.
Harry was really beating himself up for still feeling bad and it hurt her to see him be so hard on himself.
“Harry, you’re sick. It happens to everyone and it’s completely out of your control.”
“I’m going to disappoint everyone. So many fans have spent so much money to be in LA this weekend. I don’t want them to be mad.”
“If they care about you, they won’t be. They’ll understand. And even if they don’t, that’s not your problem.”
“It is. They’ll never trust me again. They’ll stop coming to the shows.”
Y/n sighed heavily. She didn’t care about his fans’ feelings right now. She cares about the person she loved most in the world and how he was considering playing a show when he looked, felt and sounded like death.
“Harry. You don’t owe anyone anything. And while I understand you need fans to come so you can keep doing it, you won’t be able to keep doing it if you don’t let yourself rest and get better. And I don’t want to be a hard ass but I will if I have to.”
He went silent.
“You’re right. We should just wait for the doctor,” he said after a moment.
She was so frustrated he wouldn’t listen to her but she was relieved because the doctor would say the same thing she did.
And sure enough they left the doctor with a prescription for medicine and an order to reschedule the next three shows. So with a heavy heart Harry made a statement on his story and rescheduled them to January.
“This is the right thing, Harry, I promise,” she said as they walked through his front door once again.
This time she entered his house, his girlfriend was standing in the entryway dressed in an evening gown (an unflattering one of you asked Y/n).
“Oh. You’re back.” Olivia just barely acknowledged Harry and Y/n as she passed them. “I’m going to the LACMA art and film gala.” She barely gave them time to respond before hurrying out the door.
It took everything in her power not to lose her shit over that. If Y/n’s partner was sick, the last thing she would do would be to go to some event. She didn’t want to voice her frustration because she didn’t want to get into it with Harry while he was sick. They’d had this fight a few times since he had been with Olivia. It always started with Y/n telling him he could do so much better and ended with him telling her to mind her own business. The need to keep peace with Harry wasn’t enough to stop her from voicing her frustration to Olivia that night.
Harry had fallen asleep again after Y/n had fed him soup and medicine and put another movie on for him. Y/n had gone into the kitchen to make herself some dinner and Olivia sauntered in. She acted surprised Y/n was still there and that caused her to snap.
“You’re still here?” It was laced with disgust.
“Yeah. You’re certainly not here to take care of him. And I’ve known him for three years, he’s not going to take care of himself. So that leaves me.”
“Honey, you’re so pathetic.” Y/n tensed at her words.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s not going to ever see you as more than a friend. You being a nurse won’t change his mind.”
“For your information, I don’t care if he sees me as more. I care about him. I want him to get better because of that. That’s what real love is. Putting someone you love before anything else.” Y/n shot the words at her like they were darts laced with venom.
“What do you know, huh? From what I remember you’ve never been in a relationship.”
“That’s because I know what I want and I don’t plan to waste my time on something that’s not it.” Y/n felt the need to defend herself even though she knew Olivia’s experience wasn't much better considering two of her serious relationships had ended.
“Right. You want my boyfriend.”
Harry had woken up upon hearing voices in the kitchen. He couldn’t help himself but to get up so he could hear better. When he heard their conversation fully he was stunned by a few things. One being the way his girlfriend spoke to his friend and two being the fact that Y/n was in love with him. Sure he thought she overdid it on the friendship stuff sometimes but he still hadn’t ever considered it could be that she loved him. He had felt differently towards her the last few days. The way she was so concerned and had been taking such good care of him really made him see her in a new light.
“Get over yourself. You don’t even want him! You’ve been using him. Using him to make your movie successful, using him to get invited to Gucci events, using him for,” she paused, “sex. He’s too into you to see it and I can’t tell him what I think because I don’t want to loose him but I’m fucking done pretending you don’t bother me. So if you-“
She was interrupted by a hand being placed on her shoulder. She turned around to see her Harry standing there wrapped up in his blanket looking at her with wide eyes.
“Harry, I” she said not knowing what to say.
“It’s okay, Y/n. Just go in the living room. Cool off yeah? I’ll handle this.”
His words took her by surprise. She left the kitchen but stayed close by to listen.
“What’s wrong with you?” He said.
“Me? You’re just gonna let that little brat say those things?”
“Enough. Stop talking about her like that, Olivia. She’s right and you know it.”
“I’m sorry?”
She heard Harry sigh deeply. It caused him to cough a bit.
“I’m too exhausted for this. I feel like shit and you have not once bothered to ask me about it. Is that why you were being so hostile? Because she called you out?”
Olivia scoffed.
“No. She’s trying to take you from me.”
“Is she? Because I’ve known her longer than you and she’s never made a move and she’s had plenty of opportunities. Also I’m a big boy, I can make my own decisions.”
“Cut the crap. She’s a child. She probably hasn’t even had sex so how would she know how to make a move.”
“She’s the child? Do you hear yourself when you talk?” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “Whatever. I can’t do this anymore. I need you to leave.”
“What?”
“I need you to go. As much as I hate to admit it, Y/n was right and I’m done being blind. I don’t feel good and you being here is making it worse.”
“If I leave tonight, I’m not coming back. We’re done.”
“Fine with me. Just get your stuff and go.”
Y/n could tell the conversation was over so she scurried over to the couch. She felt so many things and it caused her to start crying. She couldn’t help it. She had her head buried in her hands when Harry silently made his way back to the couch.
“Y/n?” He sat down next to her. “What’s wrong, love?”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” It was all she could say.
“For what, lovie?” He put his arm around her.
“I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I ended your relationship. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“You did nothing. She ended my relationship. She didn’t trust me and she was being mean to you.” He put his hand on her chin and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. “I can’t have that.”
Y/n was silent. Tears continued to pour down her face.
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?” She didn’t know what he was referring to.
“Do you love me?”
She looked away from him. She didn’t want to answer. After a moment, she nodded ever so subtly.
“How long?” He was now rubbing circles on her back with his hand.
“Pretty much since we met.” It was quiet, almost a mumble.
“Why did you never say anything?”
“Well, I realized it the night we were watching ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’. I looked over at you during a funny part and you had this big smile, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I wanted to tell you how I felt. But then you said that being with someone younger,”
“Would never work.” He finished for her.
“I just figured you’d never see me that way and I’ve been right so far.”
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay. It’s how you feel. Can we just drop it? I'm already way too embarrassed to even look at you.”
Before he could reply, Olivia came down with a suitcase.
“I hope it’s worth it Harry. I hope she’s worth it.”
She didn’t give him an opportunity to respond. She walked out the door and let it slam behind her.
A few moments later she spoke again.
“I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore and if you want me to leave I will.”
She started to stand up but Harry pulled her back to the couch.
“I don't want to be friends anymore. But I definitely don’t want you to leave.”
“What?” She was confused and hurt by his words.
“I think there’s been a glitch.”
She thought he was quoting Taylor Swift but she wanted to be sure.
“Harry, what are you trying to say?”
“I want to be more than friends. These last few days have really opened my eyes to what has been right in front of me.”
A smile crept onto her face.
“Yeah?”
He returned her smile. “Yeah.”
Just then, Harry started to have a full blown coughing attack and it ruined the moment.
“Oh, Baby, it’s time for more medicine.” Y/n stood and walked to the kitchen. When she returned with the cough medicine she was met with a doe-eyed beaming Harry. “What are you so smiley about Mr. I-just-hacked-up-a-lung?”
“You called me baby.”
“Huh. I guess I did.” She brushed over it like it was no big deal and poured him a cup of cough syrup.
He took the shot of cough syrup then said, “I liked it. You should do it all the time now.”
“Okay, baby.” She smiled. “Let’s get you to rest now.”
She gently pushed his shoulders back until he was laying on the couch. She started to back away and return to her end when his hand clasped hers. She gave him a quizzical look. He returned her expression with a cheeky smile and began pulling her onto the couch.
“Want you to lay with me.” He pulled her so she was practically on top of him.
“Okay.” She situated herself so her weight wasn’t all the way on him. She settled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I want to kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick.” His hand began trailing up and down her arm in a soothing manner.
She brought her lips to his neck and gave him a few gentle kisses there.
“It’s okay, baby. We have plenty of time.”
Just before they drifted off to sleep, Harry realized he hadn’t properly returned the sentiment.
“I love you, Y/n.”
Harry had never been happier to have the flu.
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muffindaddystyles · 2 years
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I don’t know if you’re accepting requests but if you could write something with a sick Harry x reader?! Maybe he wakes you up in the middle of the night cause he’s not feeling well but in the morning he says he’s fine to go to the studio with the lads but later in the day you get a call that he’s been throwing up and needs to be picked up? So you get him and take care of him and lots of fluff and cuddles I would simply pass away your writings are amazing!!
HII! THIS IS ME WRITING AFTER AGES I HOPE YOU LIKE IT :)
Two scoops of raspberry chocolate chip ice-cream, one spoon, one bubble green coloured blanket and two people snug into eachother’s warmth whilst a short Marilyn Monroe mystery death tapes documentary channels on the telly.
“Hu? what’s wrong sunny?” Y/N’s concern reflects in her does eyes, creamy pink melting down the spoon as it halts between the thin distance of Harry’s pillows lips that’s seems to be chapped and dry for some reason.
“Can’t throat’s sore..” He shakes his head with sadness of a puppy and Y/N coos putting the sherbet crystal bowl aside, giggling at the hiss he eliminates from being with her cold hands. She caress the soft ringlets sitting at the nape of his neck and snuggles a little kiss to his cheek, “How about we have chai? it’ll help soothe the ache away.” We. Just a tiny word or two syllables makes Harry weak in his stomach. If he’s not having an ice-cream she wouldn’t have it either. Moments like these makes him fall in love with her harder than ever before.
“You are me little heaven.” He all but fishes out a small smile for despite of how shitty he’s been feeling, his soul instinctively going to plant a glimmer of his love for his sweetheart against her temple.
So, Y/N made chai. Filled two mugs till the brim and tucked two packets of biscuits under her armpit. Having a laugh whenever his biscuit would fall and sink deep down into his chai, he has yet to master this sorcery.
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The next day. Nothing was alright. Harry left to the sets of his upcoming with just a note sticked to Y/N’s daily morning smoothie and when she got a short text from his assistant that he’s unwell she literally fled to the place in all worry.
“Sunny..” Her high-pitched octave stutters into low embarrassment when she enters his cubby and finds his co-actors and even the director of film surrounding him in pure concern, Y/N’s eyes simmers with gloss seeing him all flushed and red cheeks and layered under blankets, “Just want my girlfriend, can ye’ please call her for me?” His voice husked and gruff when they ask if he needs anything. He winces, shutting his eyes tight and resting his head on the back or sofa.
“I’m right here, love.” Y/N walks past the crowd giving everyone a shy wave, they fawn over the couple with great admiration advising Harry to go home and rest.
“I need you. Don’t feel good..” Harry pouts coughing out a grown as he takes his arms out of the duvet to grab both of Y/N’s needily like his health depends on her.
“Shh. My poor baby, les get’ya home hmm?” Her fingers stretches down the expanse of his head giving a little message to relive some kind of pain, “You’re my strongest boy.” She keeps him hugged to her side while walking them to his car, and if it’d be possible to envelop him whole in her sweet hibernating warmth she’d.
He flashes a pique smile hiding under her hoodie she made him wear once they were engulfed into car’s heat when Y/N’s glares him for speaking, she just coils her arms around him and brings him into chest messaging his head with one hand while the other remains aware that he doesn’t detaches himself from her.
“No talking sunshine. Try taking a nap, yeah? I’ll be still here when you wake up.” She rocks him. A precious human being he’s for her. It reminds of her the times she fell sick and Harry would do the same. He’s always been her anchor, her pride, her sunshine in the darkest of times.
She beams down at him when he snores lightly against her neck, wiping a string of drool from the corner of his lips and bundles him tightly and securely - kiss upon kiss all over his face and to his curls not caring if he’s sick and cuddles him some more when he whines into his sleep.
“I’ll always protect you, sunny. Whatever, it’ll take me to.” She whispers pecking his shoulder with outmost affection and love.
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twopoppies · 1 year
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“proper poorly”😭
Poor babe. This flu going around is absolutely awful. Also that’s such a British phrase, I’m tickled. 😆
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ao3feed-larry · 2 years
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Sick Harry
by 5_idiots_1d
Words: 702, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 10 of Larry stylinson oneshots
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Fine Line - Harry Styles (Album), Walls - Louis Tomlinson (Album)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sick Character, Larry Stylinson Is Real, I Don't Even Know
via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/jYrEA81
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desertendroad · 3 months
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literally wake up some nights in a cold sweat thinking about this
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quail-in-red · 3 months
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Happy New Year, darlings!
2023 was kinda lousy for personal reasons, but I also started posting on tumblr this year and it’s been really fun making goofy drarry art! No idea what 2024 will bring but I’m glad to be here✨
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cloudybarnes · 6 months
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bella donna
Pairing: theodore nott x reader
Summary: a sick night in bed calls for your cute boyfriend to come in and take care of you
Word Count: 800+
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Nothing was helping.
The soup burned your tongue, the medication didn’t cure your stuffy nose, and your throat felt like it was on fire.
You felt like total shit right about now. 
“I’m sorry mi amore.” Theodore said as he wrung out a wet rag to place on your forehead. You were laid up in your bed, covers drawn to your chin as a chill wracked through you. 
Theo sat on a small stool next to your bed. He was being the sweetest boyfriend ever. He waited on you hand and foot for everything you needed. 
He was the one to make the soup and fetch the medicine and rags for your head. 
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, Theo,” you mumbled. “You’ve done literally everything right for me.”
He smiled softly, then just as quickly, his smile fell. “I just can’t believe how suddenly this came about. Something must be going around; I heard Draco coughing in class yesterday, he must be the one who got you sick.”
You chuckled but were soon thrown into a fit of coughs. The coughing was so bad, you had to sit yourself up in order to catch your breath. 
“Mio dio,” he softly said. “My poor baby.” Theo rubbed your back as you caught your breath. You smiled at him, grateful for his being here. 
“What would I do without you, Theo?” 
He smiled and left a tender kiss on your forehead. The action was so soft and sweet, your eyes involuntarily closed, a soft smile adorning your lips. Theo really was something special. While most may find him to be a brute and hard to get on with, you’d only ever seen the kind, caring boy standing in front of you. 
“The real question,” he replied, “is how could I ever live without you?”
You giggled as Theo led you from your seated position to lay down. 
“You need your rest, sweetheart. Don’t waste all of your energy sitting up.”
You nodded and let Theo guide you down. You sniffled, but all that did was send more mucus to your throat, causing it to hurt worse. A whimper came from your lips without meaning to. 
“What hurts now, dolcezza?” He felt your forehead with the back of his hand, and gently picked up the discarded rag to dunk it in the bucket of ice water on the floor. 
“Just everything: my head, my throat, my nose, it all just sucks,” you said. “At least I have you to take care of me.”
Theo smiled, his eyes alive with love for you. “I’ll always be here to take care of you, even when you’re snotty and coughing on me.” He teased as he wrung out the ice rag and placed it back on your forehead. 
“Hey!” You whined with a teasing smile. “I didn’t cough on you, just in your general direction.”
“Oh, so that’s how we’re describing it, now, huh bella donna?” 
You gave a health-hearted smile and shifted a little in bed. “I don't feel very pretty right now. I’m all snotted up and it feels like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
“I think you look beautiful, (Y/N). Fully and truly, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Your heart swelled. You had the sweetest boyfriend in the world. Theo never failed to make you smile and make you feel beautiful, even when you felt far from it. 
Slowly, as to not hurt the ache in your head, you pushed yourself up into a seated position. 
Theo started to fix the pillows so they would accommodate your upright position. “This okay, amore?”
You smiled down at him. Never had you felt more in love with this boy than you did just then. “It’s perfect, my love. Everything you do is just perfect, Theo. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
A pink hue tinted your boyfriend's cheeks as a smile crept onto his face. “You’re everything to me, (Y/N). I would do anything for you. Something as simple as taking care of you while you’re not feeling good is my job as your lover.” 
You didn’t think your heart could take anymore sweetest from him. “Come ‘ere,” you mumbled as you patted the empty side of the bed. “‘wanna lay with you for a little while.”
Theo walked around the bed and climbed into the empty space. He fit perfectly in the bed, like it was made to accompany him. 
You pushed him to lay down so you could rest your tired head on his chest. He lightly chuckled at your movement, and pulled you close to him. His arms wrapped around you as your fist held onto the fabric of his shirt. 
“I love you, (Y/N),” he mumbled. 
You smiled, closing your eyes. Right before sleep pulled you in, you responded, “I love you most, Theo.”
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dad-dumpster · 2 days
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harry keeps stealing victim’s boots
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zkyeline · 1 year
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Found this audio and, well
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daddiesdrarryy · 4 months
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Auror Harry: I think Malfoy is up to something!
Auror Ron: What?
Auror Harry: I know he acts like nothing is happening, but I know he’s doing something odd, I just know it!
Auror Ron: …It’s seven years ago. My time machine works!
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transrevacholian · 5 months
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i’m a simple man. i think about dora and jean as old hat, once beloved by harry and now both fully knocked off their pedestals, and how dora is gone and living her own life but jean’s still there, watching himself be replaced with the shiny new toy who’s yet to go through the Harrier Du Bois Addiction Gauntlet. someone he respects and admires as a lieutenant in the RCM. take his place, be held above him as “cooler” by a partner who can’t even remember who he is. and fall for it! from jean’s perspective kim must seem like the biggest sucker in the entire world for believing harry will stay sober and get his shit together. so now he’s faced with two distinct and equally terrible ideas: either he’s right, and harry is about to ruin kim’s life and drag down one of the rcm’s finest, or kim is right. and if kim is right that means jean gave up on harry when he really could change. no, actually, it’s worse. it means jean wasn’t worth getting better for. but kim is.
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zionmantis · 3 months
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this is the dumbest thing i've ever drawn; i blame my fever
Why is Judit at Kim and Harry's house? Idk, they asked her to sleep over?
Origin - rugrats pudding meme
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stressfulsloth · 7 months
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"This--" she points to herself. "Has taken her place. It will devour you, Harry. I will eat your mind."
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twopoppies · 1 year
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twitter*com/stylesonvinyls/status/1590898978539044864?t=fD1Q8FtqVavt2l8cQ7Bnjw&s=19 i saw this and now you have to see this
Jgdjgfjdgkdk it’s the dramatic music that did me in.
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mrtequilasunset · 7 months
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I imagine a day off is very precious to an officer of the RCM.
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it changed lives.
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