It’s A Problem

THE NEW JACKET!!!

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!

This relates to me on a spiritual level (though I can’t write at all)

Writing lets your imagination run free and you’re mind feel free

It's only 00:19 and my eyes are.... Dry??? Tired?! *gasp* why are they giving up on me and my rebel lifestyle

Literally nothing will ever be as satisfying as the 4 minute long fight sequence in Kingsman: The Secret Service, in which Colin Firth mercilessly wastes an entire Westboro Basptist Church like congregation as the guitar solo from Lynard Skynard’s 1973 anthem Freebird plays in the background.

Do you ever just think ‘my life is not working right now’ or is it just me?

Villain!Deku fanfic recommendations part 2!

These are my personal favs, I might miss a few but i’ll try my best! (there may or may not be repeats from my last rec list)

1. “Something’s Gotta Give” - TubbsTheCat: Shigarki and co get to Izuku before the heroes do. People die, it’s sad and emotional and really really good.

2. “Playing With a Full Deku” -  Haurvatat: Izuku is more of a sassy vigilante than a true villain. Funny and sad at the same time. There’s a side story with some Todoeku :)

3. “ All for One, All for Him” -  Auresalia: Total villain izuku. Heartbreaking at times and so so good. 24 chapters of angst and amazing writing

4. ”It’s Spelled ‘Trader’ Not 'Traitor'” -  JackobolTrades : okay so I love this fic but it’s not really villain izuku but oh well. Basically Izuku has AFO and uses it to help people with their quirks but it gets a little complicated. Slight tw

5. “One May Smile, and Smile, And Be A Villain” - AvaRose: Izuku isn’t accepted into UA and becomes a police officer instead but it doesn’t really work out as planned. 

6. “Sleeping With Ghosts” - Lalazee: Small but really awesome one shot. Villain Deku plus an angry Katsuki and at grocery store :)  

7. “Pulling the Wires” -  catsplosionxd, PsychoLimbo: :) I just HAD to include PTW. If you haven’t read it already do it now!!

8. “Decomposition” - thepensword: super angsty one shot. Poor Izuku :(

9. “At Times so Self Destructive” -  theshoutingslytherin: SUPER emotional. tw for suicide attempt. Villain Izuku defect AU

10. “Changeling” - littleberd: noumu Izuku. Very good but super angsty and a few tw just a heads up. 

OKAY i’m done for now! If you guys want another one soon just let me know!

I had to lol

Nox: I can't marry you, you're too good for me! Chase: What does that even mean?! Nox: You are too nice to me! Chase: I'll be less nice! Nox: Your gifts are too specific! Chase: I'll get you a gift card! I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you! Nox: You're too emotionally supportive! Chase: We can work on that in therapy! Nox: It's the money! You make too much money! Chase: I'll do improv! Nox: .... Nox: NO!

Strictly Come Dancing

1.2k rated M for the wonderful @phasyvision17​ who asked for prompt no. 3. Or: the one where they’re professional dancers in a popular TV show, and Harry’s pining would win first place. Possessive, jealous Harry. Also, Draco in a bodysuit. With feathers. 

The problem was, keeping his eyes away was impossible, even if the sight made his blood boil in his veins and his head ache. The sheer brilliance of it – Draco’s graceful body swerving, bodysuit tight on his muscular form, the feathers adorning it making him something mythical, unreal. The light hitting his face, eyes determined and bright, skin shining with effort. The way every turn, every stretch of his beautiful body felt purposeful, intent. So bloody gorgeous. Even if the fact he was dancing with someone else –

This was ridiculous; Harry couldn’t possibly be jealous of this. They were both competing with different partners, they had to. That’s the way the fucking show worked. But seeing Draco, his Draco, spinning into the arms of another man, looking so stunning it melted Harry’s stupid little heart – he just couldn’t look away. Draco was magical, mesmerising. The music crescendoed, tension rising in the room as Draco spun faster, faster, arms up in the air – his partner lifted him, one leg rising impossibly high, foot in a perfect point – those large hands on Draco’s silver bodysuit, not Harry’s, holding him up – then releasing, thank fuck. Harry could feel the ripple of excitement through the crowd watching, hear the murmur of appreciation from the judges. Then, just as the music came to a stop, Draco made a little twirl, landing right in his partner’s waiting arms.

That twirl. Harry felt anger rise within him, tight in his fists, unreasonable and overwhelming. Then the lights flickered back on, the judges were speaking – the host said something funny, apparently, because Harry’s partner elbowed him in the ribs with a smirk. Harry couldn’t hear. Didn’t really care to, either. He was waiting, very impatiently, for the fucking judges to fucking shut up, and then – aw, fucking finally, Draco walked off the stage, still beaming and glittery with excitement.

Harry pulled him aside before he could even blink, hauling him through the set until he finally found a place deemed private enough. Draco, to his credit, didn’t seem all that perturbed. He kept a pretty straight face on for someone bodily thrown into a broom cupboard.

“So I take it you liked my performance,” he said, shadow of a smile on his face.

“It’s mine.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Keeping the growl contained in his throat took effort. “That twirl you did in the end. That’s my move. You stole it from me.”

“I’m sorry,” Draco’s eyebrows knitted high on his forehead, “but are you saying you invented the act of twirling?”

“No. I’m saying that that move, it was mine. You know that. Everybody fucking knows it. And you did it with someone else.”

“Well, we’re not dancing together anymore,” Draco had the gall to say. “This is for charity, Harry.”

“Fuck charity. No, wait, I don’t mean that, I just –“ Harry closed his eyes, turned his face away, furious with Draco, with himself, with the whole thing. “I… shit.”

“An apt summary, yes.” It sounded like Draco was smiling, but Harry wasn’t brave enough to check.

How could he put it into words without sounding like a total lunatic? How could he possibly describe it, going from sworn-dance-enemies in rival companies, to sweaty-messy-frotting between show rehearsals, to this tight-crushing-need in his chest? How could Harry ever tell him how much – how nothing in this would ever be quite enough without him? How painful it was to have to watch him taken away without being sure – without knowing for certain he’d come back?

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the narcissus are beautiful again today

it’s mornings like this, when the sun has just cleared the horizon, when its rays kiss the dew-sprinkled grass, when everything is fresh and dazzling and wonderful in midsummer; it’s mornings like this when draco misses his mother most.

quick doodle of a soft boy, post-war.

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Draco surprising Harry at the Dursley’s 

*Credit goes to patheticgayblog who made these fantastic gifs