*tries To Romantically Light A Candle But Sets The Tablecloth On Fire*

two bros chillin in a hot tub, five feet apart cause they’re practicing social distancing

follow for more of the hottest looks in lenten fashion

Oh to be a repressed late-victorian man and have your Companion tm call you by your first name,

Wine is just grape juice for sad people

Sometimes you just have to do things for the dramatic tension you know?

His lips landed on the stranger’s jaw and he imagined it was Harry’s.

I’m so sorry, he thought. And he placed each gentle, wet kiss like an apology, leaving a trail of repentance.

Traces of stubble scratched his lips. He raked teeth down the man’s neck, heard him groan. He sucked the skin there and tasted sweat.

Harry after Quidditch. Harry with stubble. Harry under him, moaning.

~

yes so I wrote this thing I’m actually quite proud of it it’s not cheery but it’s hella raw and I might write more so :)

Muggle London, Gay Bar, Hook-Up, One Night Stands, Pining Draco Malfoy, Gay Draco Malfoy, Angst, Eating Disorders, Unresolved, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Moving On, Roleplay, Self-Hatred, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Sensuality, Crying, Men Crying, Eggs, Internalized Homophobia, Pining, POV Draco Malfoy, Grinding, Vulnerable Draco Malfoy, Past Sexual Abuse, Boundaries, Consent, Oh also, Indian Harry Potter

This is so lovely.

Please tell me about werewolf Luna

I get so excited thinking about 💕her💕

fear me

now hwy is this headline sofunnysjjajakam

me: Lost a friendship, gained a broken heart. That was so two days ago tho, if Motha Earth can do two (2) whole ass pirouettes, I can be over this

been at this starbucks for 6 straight hours. never went to bed last night, listened to a jazz cover of old town road all morning, and drove here after class. i pulled a mug the size of a bowling ball out of my purse. they filled it. what babes. since i finished my drink i’ve been eating raw coffee beans (please don’t ask where i got them). i haven’t moved except to occasionally smile at the baristas. i know i should go home, but nothing feels real

me: Yeah so like I’m over it. Want a bean?