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What We Pretend We Can't See - gyzym

this was my first ever drarry fic and i was BUH-LOWN!!!!!

it so happened that i woke up last tuesday morning and well decided to ship drarry (without any context or literally any idea where to start)

and im trulyyy thankful to the tumblr community especially @onbeinganangel you have been a truee angel, thank you <33

im just so grateful for the fact that this was my first drarry fic!!! IT IS AWESOME...!

and draco is a mood.

i repeat -

DRACO IS A MOOD.

thats all :))

i hate nate! I FUCKING HATE NATE!!! i dont i have it in me to ever EVER sympathize with him!!!! he is a fucking asshole and i dont know what this makes me but i would love it LOVE IT if fez beat him up again!!

also the audacity????! THE FUCKING AUDACITY to say sorry after THAT?????? maddie babe baby oh my god i just wanna hug you!!! its just so fucked up!!

fuck you nate!

also cassie, what the fuck?!

i’m grateful that i can allow myself to be enamored with you while you nap on my bed. i can quietly study the parts of you: the skin of your leg propped up near your hip in an attempt to get comfortable, the curl of your hands around one another aside the pillow. if i could paint, i would use infatuated strokes to capture this moment: you as you are right now, perfect, unchanging, forever on canvas.

i did not fall in love with you recklessly, nor like you fall asleep now, but walked into love with you eyes wide open. i observed you quietly, from a distance, for weeks on end, with nothing but my own yearning to keep me company. i learned the ways that you move, speak, breathe, imprinting each mannerism on the backs of my eyelids. it only made it more momentous when you finally looked back without averting your eyes.

Soft Christmas Drabbles: masterlist

Ficmas became my entire personality, here is all the things in one convenient area, in case you missed one or in case you want to re-read again

all is calm, all is bright- post-full moon christmas's arent so bad.

sweaty hands, full heart, can't lose- sirius meets the lupins.

its a wonderful life -sirius/remus watching Christmas movies. raising harry au

the best present - sirius learns to knit. wolfstar/raising harry au

a letter to you - remus gives sirius a gift. wolfstar @ hogwarts

grandmas cookies - on grief, love, and baking. wolfstar/raising harry au

traditions - lily and sirius have a christmas tradition of their own. (lilypad friendship fic)

do you not want to kiss me (pt 1) - jily, under the mistletoe

do you not want to kiss me (pt 2)- jily and a first kiss.

are we going to do this then?- jily, under the mistletoe, take two

good things take time - soft christmas moment with sirius/harry, raising harry au

ghosts - sirius drinks with ghosts...and his godson.

simply the best - lily convinces sirius to go to the slug club party with her. lily and sirius friendship fic.

a room of ones own- remus and harry surprise sirius for christmas.

where do we sign up??!

Who wants to be my evil bisexual boyfriend that I have evil bisexual sex with

"you wear fine things well." - Stede Bonnet

that's my HAROLDDD!!!!!!!!!

HARRYWEEN. New York City, NY. I

Sinner

I’m too loud for god. too gay. too lustful. too woman. too human.

Today is a holy night.

My mother sits and prays her night away in hopes of a better year.

I’ve been in my bed for two weeks.

drowning in work,

so suffocated in my sadness I cannot get to it.

But my drowning is normal.

My lust is silent.

And as long as my legs are covered and my hands are unseen, as long as my pain remains hidden under the sheer black bandages that are draped over my shoulders, no one will care.

My bones are hollowed, my organs emptied, my hair has fallen victim to the hunger. 

So god, will you take me?

Spare me your bullshit and let me die.

let me rest.

I was begged to pray today, to spend the night reading and pleading. 

Well, this is it. This is me pleading, this is my prayer.

I write this as I sin. I write this as I dream of the pleasure of a woman’s touch. As I dream of a queer love, a new love, a lustful love. But you should know that, you made me carry this love, then you punished me for it.

Yes, I am a sinner, I proudly choose hell, I choose its fumes, its pain, its heat. and I would do it again, and again, and again.

Because I write this as I sin. I write this as I fantasise about the sound of an ocean enveloping me or a rope hugging me into my final dream. I write this as I feel the peace of death comforting me because I know that her kiss makes me dirty.

I welcome its filth. 

― Joan Didion, Blue Nights

remus lupin

stay strong lovely, you're needed here, and you're very loved and so so worth it and fuck anyone who believes otherwise. your friends love you and they won't give up on you, but you have to not give up on them too, you have to trust them, and you can, and they would be so lost without you. you're so valid, sweetheart, i love you.

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