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Just pick the cat that feels most like you today.

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you ever wake up from a dream amd immediately think "well that was a bit heavyhanded"

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new sufjan interview just made my day. I listened to it and honestly it feels good to hear sufjan’s voice. and the interview is really really interesting. I’m freaking out about the Fourth of July (version 4) snippet we heard… wow!! i’m really glad sufjan has recovered well from guillain-barré :-D he deserves nothing but love, good health, a calm life in the catskills and much more.

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scans from the c&l anniversary booklet (pt2)

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back to the basics

“Remember third year,” Harry said.

Draco glanced up from the evening paper. “I try not to, no.”

The clock on the mantle read half past eight. Harry itched his ear and yawned, his legs sprawled over the sofa arm. “Third year’s the dementor year,” he said. “The year they followed us to Hogwarts. You remember.”

“Yes, school was rather like a prison, wasn’t it.”

“Every time the dementors got near, I relived the death of my parents—”

“Merlin, how many times do I have to apologize for dressing up as a dementor, I mean how could I have known—”

Harry laughed. “I’m not looking for another apology, Draco.”

Draco paused. “Then what are you doing?”

“Just reminiscing. Funny how angry I felt back then but it’s all so funny to me now.”

Draco made a face. “I was a pretty rotten kid. But I’ve changed. Like, a lot.”

Draco always looked nervous when talking about the past. Like he thought Harry would leave him if he suddenly remembered the day he let the Death Eaters in and Fred died. But Harry never forgot anything.

Harry closed his eyes, remembering that first day at Madam Malkin’s. He had been so unconflictingly angry. But children were malleable, half-formed things. No child was a bad person. They were just dumb mean kids.

Harry reached over and pinched Draco’s nose. “I don’t think you’ve changed much at all, actually. You weren’t all that bad from the start.”

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The Old Ways

The snow’s good today. Fresh. There was a storm over the weekend, and the wind wiped the lake clean; made the snow all soft again. The kind of soft that makes you want to take a nap in it and disappear for a while.

No one’s come through since the storm, so it’s slow-going on snowshoes. Draco would take the boat if it were summer, or Apparate if he were desperate—Harry did that, sometimes—but Draco likes the wind’s bite and how every step sinks, leaves a mark; every stride a slough when he could’ve had it easy. It makes him think he’s less of the boy he used to be—like every foot forward is another foot further from his past.

Some days, he wakes wheezing, stumbling out of bed. Running, running—worried the old fear’s finally caught up. Scared that he’s returned to his old ways. Sometimes, Harry says, “go back to bed”, like it’s a problem. But mostly, he doesn’t say anything. Mostly, he goes back to bed.

In the weeks that Harry leaves, Draco stays behind and talks with the trees, who never talk back except with the wind (soft rustlings, or sweet murmurs of agreement). He tries not to worry about Harry, but of course, he does, in a burrowing sort of way. Draco thinks that he can wait forever, by the lake. He can pretend Harry is eternally on the verge of coming home.

Mornings, Draco walks out in his striped pajamas and sleeping hat and breathes in the sloping hills, the snow-capped peaks; the lake nestled between, asleep under snow. Then he goes back in, to bed.

When Harry returns, they take the trail out to the lake just beyond the hills. It’s just steep enough to be hard, and there’s nothing beyond it except a mirror of their own lake. But they go, “for the pleasure of it,” Harry says, even though they both know that’s a lie.

The first thing you see when you go by the lake is the sky canopied bright over the basin. The big blue over Wiltshire sweeps past the horizon as though reaching into the future. But this sky, it’s not so big. It’s safe.

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For today’s @drarrymicrofic prompt, return!

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Among Ancient Pines by Theartfulldodger 

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Reading drarry fics after a long time like a dramatic romcom girly -dont believe them, all men do is lie- *sobs and cuddles the blanket*

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Practicing for Yuletide or something

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two academics (they both have too much trauma to ever pass auror training you guys) trying to find their place in a world that doesn't need them anymore

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Hold me tight

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week 12 - sun dreams!

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Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu

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cold as ice

Potter.

Potter’s back is turned,

and I’m frozen—

waiting,

like ice creeping in my chest.

He’s not looking,

never looks.

His silence drowns me.

I’d shout, I’d—

but my voice is trapped,

locked in the cold.

He doesn’t care.

He never does.

And I’m left,

frozen,

waiting.

Hoping.

Drarry, for prompt ‘ice’ posted by @drarrymicrofic in 50 words

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On this day in 2011:

Kurt Hummel (Chris Colfer) and Blaine Anderson (Darren Criss) shared their first kiss in Glee 2x16 “Original Song”.

Their subsequent and long-awaited relationship, dubbed Klaine by fans, was an immediate fan-favourite pairing and made television history.

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You know, a great big fat person once stood on this stage and told a group of a dozen or so nerds in hideous disco outfits that "glee," by its very definition, is about opening yourself up to joy. Now, it's no secret that for a long time, I thought that was a load of hooey. As far as I can see, the glee club is nothing more than a place where a bunch of cowardly losers go to sing their troubles away, and delude themselves that they live in a world that cares one iota about their hopes and dreams, totally divorced from the harsh reality that out in the the real world, there's not much more to hope for than disappointment, heartbreak and failure. And you know what? I was exactly right. That's exactly what Glee Club is. But I was wrong about the cowardly part. [...] I'm honoured to be here to rededicate this theatre the Finn Hudson Auditorium. William, it is with your hard work, in his memory, that you managed to accomplish something unimaginable. McKinley High School for the Performing Arts has become an overwhelming success. A model for public schools that showcase the arts, now being replicated all across the country. Congratulations, Will Schuester. You and your little Glee Club have accomplished something quite remarkable.

GLEE — 6.13, "Dreams Come True"  aired March 20, 2015

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watching "The Break-up" ep of Glee. It's so upsetting, why people break up?

please hold on