Larry Stylinson Lockscreens

“We’re home.”

Any good fic recs for tsoa?

I read a few, so have it here o/

a lesson in love by liionne [3,207]

“You have to go.” Achilles says, and his hands are on Patroclus’ chest, but they aren’t pushing. No- he’s doing a lot of things, but he’s not pushing. He’s memorising the feeling of smooth skin beneath his hands, and he’s counting the pulse that thuds beneath the right, committing that to memory too. He’s feeling the rise and fall of his best friend’s chest - best friend, boyfriend, lover, whatever; they all feel like synonyms now - and he’s meeting those dark brown eyes with his own. “If my mother catches you here she’ll kill you.”

“I know.” Patroclus murmurs, but he makes no move to go.

your name like a song by sarahyyy [1,108]

“Patroclus,” he sighs again into the dark, and means I wish I could, means I wish I dared, means I wish you wanted me too.

(History Is) A Pattern Of Timeless Moments by Brenda [3,180]

Achilles knew his truest triumphs would never be strung together in verse to be sung at campfires, knew that no poet or aoidos would ever know his greatest success. No, these conquests – the huff of Patroclus’ laughter against his throat, the sharp, sea-salt taste of Patroclus’ skin after a swim, the way Patroclus’ eyelids fluttered after every kiss – those were Achilles’ alone to cherish.

Or:

Four times Achilles and Patroclus were truly happy.

at least as deep as the pacific ocean by ninjee [5,166]

It’s not that Patroclus somehow has not noticed that his new favorite coffee shop seemed to only hire possible models, but, well. There’s a thin line between noticing and admiring a person’s looks and being fucking creepy about it.

When Rome’s In Ruins (We Are The Lions) by metwithdarkness [6,596]

So far, Patroclus has learned the following about Achilles:- He doesn’t get along with either of his parents, but- he lives with his dad when he’s not at school, and- his dad pays for college and - the frat house he lives in was named by his dad- (but really, does Achilles want to follow in his dad’s footsteps?)- (honestly, he’s not sure he does, but)- (what would he do instead?)Patroclus suggests being a male model and Achilles laughs so hard he snorts soda out of his nose. It’s humanizing, which is both awesome – after their runs, Patroclus was half-convinced Achilles was secretly a god – and terrible – god, if he’s human, he’s touchable, now isn’t he?

tell me again by jellybabiestomanual [907]

“How does that work? Achilles is so far out of his league and he can’t even see it.”

“I don’t get it. It must suck to date a blind kid, and Pat’s not even hot.”

They’d probably thought they were being quiet, but Patroclus is, after all, blind. His hearing compensates.

you’ll find me in the next life, if not this one by iwillbeyourgoal [3,547]

patroclus and achilles keep bumping into each other in their reincarnations.

…as the poets say by Palebluedot [607]

“Do you know the story of how people came to look as they do now?”

Patroclus shakes his head. “Will you tell it?”

Aether: Venti and I don’t use pet names.

Paimon: I see. Hey, what do bees make?

Aether: Honey?

Venti: Yes, dear?

Aether:

Paimon: Don't ever lie to my face again.

head empty only venti knows jackshit about braiding, he just spawned in like that and uses magic to upkeep them. When he loses his gnosis he has to use his power sparingly, which means no more wasting magic on the braids. He's got to do them manually now. As stated before he has no idea how to fucking do this, so he asks the person he thinks knows braiding best to help him. Who is that person? Aether.

Two ways to go from here:

1. Soft aeventi where Aether teaches Venti how to braid his hair. Venti is clumsy at first so Aether braids his hair for him.

(Optional part 2- He ends up enjoying this so even after he learns how to braid his hair he comes back to Aether to do it each time)

2. Aether also knows jack shit about braiding hair. His hair is magically kept it place. He tried unbraiding it once but it just didnt???? Like it would not unbraid??? help

(Optional part 2- Venti is sad because he feels like a piece of his friend is gone now)

(Optional part 3- Aether comforts Venti about it, and eventually Venti gets used to having his hair down, and starts feeling more like his own person than an imposter)

38 or 39 with Larry?

38 …because they’re running out of time.

i’ve decided to set this within the lighthouse au universe because i’m in a mood so here’s a little drabble set sometimes post fic but before hl get engaged/married. 

“I gotta go,” Harry says with a giggle when Louis traps him against the cottage’s front door that morning. He scrambles for the handle clumsily, his belly pressed against the door, Louis’ weight heavy on his back. 

“Nope,” Louis replies, quickly reaching for Harry’s long fingers, grabbing his hand and stopping his escape. 

Harry huffs loudly as he tries to wiggle away, pretending to be annoyed. He can’t fully commit to it though and soon enough he’s laughing again. “I’m gonna miss the ferry.” 

“Good,” Louis lies, reaching up with teasing fingers to grab at the collar of Harry’s tee, dragging it down to expose his neck and biting playfully into it. 

“Next one’s not for a few days. Can’t miss the beginning of tour because my boyfriend’s horny!” 

“Why not,” Louis mumbles playfully into Harry’s neck. 

“Lou,” Harry sighs and Louis exhales too, taking a step back, allowing enough space for Harry to turn around and face him. 

He looks cute and perfectly dishevelled in the early summer light and it’s not fair that he has to go away for months now, just pick up the suitcases scattered across the entryway and leave Louis here to deal with the busy season. 

They planned it this way of course, so that Louis would be busy during the first leg of the tour, when Harry’s off being a big deal in America. He’s going to visit Harry at some point, Louis knows that. In only a couple of months too. Barely any time at all. Not to mention that he’s probably going to be dragged along the entirety of the European leg if Harry has his way. It’s barely goodbye. 

But Louis’ heart squeezes painfully in his chest as he sees the soft way Harry is looking at him as he reaches for his waist, dragging him into a fierce embrace, pressing a kiss on his forehead. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” Harry admits against Louis’ skin. “So much.” 

“You better!” Louis teases into Harry’s neck. “And you better write home all the time.” 

“One postcard per city,” Harry promises, sliding a finger against the skin between Louis’ tank top and his jeans in a slow caress.

Louis nods into Harry’s shoulder, the ball lodged in his throat too big for him to speak. 

“I really have to go.” 

He says so reluctantly like he’s saying ‘I don’t ever want to leave you at all’ and that makes it a little better, Louis thinks distantly, to know that this is hard on both of them, that he’s not going to be the pining spouse crying at home while Harry has the time of his life. That even though they’ll both have a great summer, they’ll be leaving a part of themselves behind, cradled in their lover’s palm while they’re apart. 

Louis sighs instead of replying, untangling himself from Harry’s body, holding on to his tiny waist, fingers grasping at the belt loops of his jeans. When their eyes meet, he smiles, eyes crinkling. “Go forth and conquer the world baby,” he says solemnly, warmth spreading through his lower belly when it makes Harry cackle. 

“Okay,” Harry agrees before leaning forward to kiss him one last time. 

They make it to the docks with thirty seconds to spare, the ferry’s captain shaking his head as they arrive out of breath, arms full of suitcases and bags, Clifford happily bouncing next to them. 

Once Louis has helped Harry get all of his luggage on board, the captain shakes his head at them. 

“We got no time for your sappy stuff Tomlinson,” he groans exaggeratedly while clapping Louis on his back. “I’m already running late because of this guy,” he adds, pointing at Harry over his should with his thumb before turning around and climbing into his boat. 

Harry smiles at Louis sheepishly, reaching for his hand and pressing a small kiss to the palm of it. “See you soon,” he promises. 

Venti: An evening breeze really sets the mood for becoming my disciple, don't you think? We could do it right now. You'd just need to make me a small offering.

Aether, handing him a random nearby object: I pledge my faith to Lord Barbatos, god of the wind, freedom, and attention whores.

Venti, through laughter: Hey! That's blasphemy! You should be more careful, or I might just have to rain divine punishment upon you. (Empty threat)

RBB & SBB for Dummies

This post is meant to be a concise, chronological explanation of the rainbow bears. It doesn’t go in depth on minute details, but rather shows HUGE clues and how the bears progressed to where they are now and why people link them to Louis and Harry. This is the post you show your friends and family members when they ask why you’re crying at 2 AM.

AGAIN: This post doesn’t include EVERY Rbb tweet/picture, only the most relevant ones necessary for explaining why they’re important and why people believe Louis and Harry run them.

Thank you to everyone whose posts have contributed to this post!

Updated August 27, 2016

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OH. THE. TEA!

Louis Tomlinson’s Walls cover art:

This moment from Todrick Hall’s music video for “I Like Boys,” after he literally kicks the closet door down:

BONUS (I Like Boys lyrics):

Lights off, doors shut Tall, dark, clean-cut Thick with a bubble butt, yup Mama, I like boys Styles like they named Harry Sizzlin’ like grease By day his name Gaston By night I call him Beast

Bitch! B to the O to the Y to the S Boys will be boys and with boys I’m obsessed Boys in their gym clothes, boys in a dress And if boys are a crime then I’m under arrest

Gender Magic

I noticed that there were only small pockets of posts on helping ease dysphoria or helping you feel more at home with your gender/identity so I decided to compile what I could here!

TERFS are not welcome to interact with this post. But, I always seize the opportunity to block gross people!

Spells (dysphoria):

Dysphoria healing spell

Dispelling dysphoria

Dysphoria spell bottle

Gender protection jar

Voice dysphoria glamour

To stop chest dysphoria

Menstruation dysphoria tea

Spells (gender identity):

Gender affirmation spell

Gender orientation validation spell

An enchantment to be seen as the gender you identify with

Gender clarity switch

Gender euphoria incantation

Confidence mirror glamour

Glamour to prevent misgendering

Sigils:

Dysphoria is banished

I am free of dysphoria

I do not have gender dysphoria

Dysphoria does not effect me

Relieving dysphoria for trans people

My gender is accepted

My voice gets deeper

For feeling more masculine:

Glamoured masculinity potion

The emperor’s reform spell (to strengthen masculine energies)

Bath spell for transmasculinity 

Dapper magic

I am full of masculinity sigil

I look more masculine sigil

For feeling more feminine:

Potion for trans-feminine people

Glamoured femininity potion

The empress reclaim spell (to strengthen feminine energies)

I appear feminine sigil

My appearance is feminine sigil

Increased femininity sigil

For feeling more non-binary (any “non-traditional” gender):

Androgynous glamour

My body is an agender body sigil

Non-binary confidence sigil

Ambiguity / Androgyny / Genderlessness sigils

General:

Dysphoria tarot spread

Crystals for dysphoria

Gender identi-tea

Other resources:

@sylvaetria‘s masterpost

@witchy-woman‘s LGBT masterposts [masculine] [feminine]

@magicusersresource‘s masterpost (spells for trans and nb folks)

@neurodwitches‘ masterpost (dysphoria and witchcraft)

Pretty Boy Squared

Summary: When Spencer comes into the Bureau with a number of semi-visible hickeys, the team starts to tease him, not knowing that the one who gave him the hickeys is another member of the team.

Words: 1,168

Warnings: Making out, heavy touching, teasing of the sexual and nonsexual variety.

A/N: This was a request for a Spencer x Male!Reader fic where he left hickies on Spencer and the team teases him, not knowing who he’s seeing. Spencer gets a little cranky at all the teasing and corners his boyfriend in the bathroom to get a little revenge.

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