#which is a Vibe

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Flufftober 10: Love Language

Loving Harry Potter wasn’t always easy.

Accepting outward signs of affection was hard for Harry. It was hard for him to believe Draco when he said the words, to believe passionate kisses, or grand displays of affection. He didn’t trust big gifts, or words of endearment, or grand vacations. In short, all of the ways that Draco had been shown that he was loved as a child, simply didn’t work for Harry.

Loving Harry Potter looked a little more like handing him a cup of coffee with a dash of cream, two and a half sugars, and a pinch of cinnamon in the afternoon after a long meeting in the morning.

It looked like listening to him while he ranted, while he cried, while he railed against the world’s injustices. It looked like letting him have his feelings and telling him that those feelings were okay, were good even.

Loving Harry looked like casting an extra warming charm on him halfway through a walk in the park on a cool autumn day.

It was having lotion on the sink that he could put on after he washed his hands when the weather was cold so his hands didn’t chafe and crack. And it was finding the right lotion, the one that made him smile that soft tilt of the lips, when he caught a whiff of the vanilla later.

Loving Harry was bringing him a cup of tea in the morning before he got out of bed.

It was waking him off with a kiss on the forehead and soft words instead of letting the alarm do it.

And loving him was listening to him when he talked about all of the ways he felt like he’d never measure up, all of the ways he felt he was failing (and had failed) the people he loved. Love was letting him grieve the person he thought he was supposed to be. But more importantly, it was telling him over and over that he was enough. Just as he was. It was telling him he was good, even when he wasn’t sacrificing something, and telling him that his helpfulness was one of Draco’s least favorite things about him.

Loving Harry was late nights over take out containers and late mornings snuggled together under the duvet.

It was seeker’s games, and pick-up matches in the Weasley’s back garden.

It was Draco’s attempt at knitting socks, lumpy and misshapen, but always pulled out on cold evenings after long, dark days.

Loving Harry was a thousand things, none of them what Draco had expected, and all of them infinitely better.

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[nikmoire]

Rereading the morning pages right now and on one page I was talking about a dream I had where my ex was following me and literally trying to murder me and followed that up with "I wouldn't call this a nightmare though, because then I wouldn't have a name for the really bad dreams". Boy, you're truly unwell.

[morsobaby]

Today I be like FUCK AMATONORMATIVITY LIVE LIFE AND BE YOURSELF and Wow there's beautiful birds in here <3

[moonlight-prose]

the dark red nails are back for the autumn equinox.

[iwritemilfs]

The way I’m so close to adding the absolute iconic MESS that is Helen Norville to my muses, knowing damn well I’m the only person who’s watched this show and I’d never get to write her

[princemick-archive]

I'm home, it's not even 1 am and I'm like pretty far from drunk, this went a lot better then I thought

[eridan-ampora]

baby animals move like theyre playing a new video game & havent figured out the controls yet

[free-piza]

enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny's type in FNAF is so obvious...

[lotus-pear]

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[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[prokopetz]

Concept: RPG party member whose sexual orientation and aesthetic preferences dynamically respond to the player's character creation choices specifically to make them not attracted to you. Like, not just gender-wise: did you make your character buff? They like 'em skinny. Made yourself skinny? Now they like 'em buff. Just maximally contrary along every conceivable axis of attraction. This even affects how they relate to other NPCs in your party, to the extent that if you're trying to play matchmaker, the optimal strategy is to make your character as dissimilar as possible to whomever want to pair them up with.

[weepingalaxy]

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[keystrokecascade]

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mechs are expensive so maybe the only way she can possibly get regular access to one is to put herself in debt to a mercenary corps, running disposable missions until she can pay her junk-tier mech off.

sleeping in her mech to spend as little time out of it until she starts dreaming of static. wearing long sleeves to try and stop herself from picking at the squishy human flesh on her arms. it doesnt work.

maybe neural-links are dangerous for the feedback they provide to the pilot, with few risking to install them. maybe they dont usually provide sensation, but she disables the safety measures because its the only way she can feel alive.

[wuruwan]

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[seashellblue]