Library Convos: 1

Library Convos: 1

Draco: So you used a polyjuice potion to turn into Crabbe and Goyle, of all people

Harry: That's what I said

Draco: And in the final battle everyone turned into you?

Harry: Safety in numbers?

Draco: Right right, how many people did you say drank the potion?

Harry: Um, seven?

Draco: and they all changed into different clothes, seeing [eyes him]... you?

Harry: Yes?

Draco: [gets up, about to walk out of the library without a word]

Harry: Where are you going?

Draco: to rip the tongues off of the people who saw my boyfriend of course.

Everyone is basically my Yellow!

procrastinating sucks. Everyone knows this. What sucks is having your entire workload glare at you, while you try so fucking hard to ignore them, making yet another playlist for everyone you care about, when your music taste is basically non-existent. But will I continue to do it? yes.

Doing my forgotten work is the future, sad me's problem <3.

"You mean to tell me, I whored myself out for attention and you give me nothing!?"

--Asmodeus to Solomon, probably.

We love him for it though

Takemichi out here proving that yes, you indeed do not forget your first love. Can't blame the guy, Hina's precious.

Cruel Monsters

Locked up from the moment he was born; from the moment his cries deafened the doctor's ears, stripped of all his rights since the day he could walk: His names, his possessions, his very identity, stolen. His existence erased by those sworn to look after him. They sealed him away in the darkest corner of the mansion. The maids, the butlers, the younger children were told the third floor was cursed. No one ever dared to look for him. His cries were known to be the cursed singing of a banshee, the door rattling, labelled the persistent attacks of a vengeful demon. He became labelled a malevolent phantom. Forgotten as the years went by

That was the life of Ares Vaughn-Fallen.

Love. Kindness. Warmth, were feelings experienced only in books. Anger. Hatred. Sadness -- those were the emotions which spilled from the pages of writing, down the bleeding walls, sliding up his body; drowning him in its grasp.

He knew nothing except the feeling of the hard mattress pressing against his back. His eyes knew no colour except the white of the walls around him, a shade darkened by the black curtains that covered the windows, blocking his source of light. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen the sky. Felt the sun's rays blinding him. He remembered falling asleep, smelling his rotting flesh. He didn’t think he would miss the plain walls, the haunting curtains, but as his eyes refused to open, felt his physical body get dragged out with little care, he wished to escape the dark world forced upon him. A cold, unrelenting darkness.

His routine changed.

A scream woke him from his slumber. The darkness had gone. As his eyes locked with those of his saviour, he remembered how bright the sun truly was.

Am I wrong though?

What show feels incredibly Queer, but tries to fool the viewers? I'll start:

Teen Wolf.