I Cant Stop Fucking Laughing. Alex, This Is All Your Fault. OhmyfuckingGOD!

I can’t stop fucking laughing. Alex, this is all your fault. OhmyfuckingGOD!

I just had a really intense orgasm after reading three really fucking intense Drarry fics. Sorry but I had to tell SOMEONE!!!

…haven’t we all…

………

OH COME ON DONT TRY AND ACT COY, PEOPLE. I know this is you right now as you read this sitting alone in your room probably :

(⌒-⌒; ) “err haha nope not me”

Gotta spread the love for my best girl. Y’all go read her stuff. She’s amazing!

Blue Fire and Brimstone by Triggerlil 

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

The figure sitting at the foot of his bed came into sharp focus, curling green horns protruding from white-blond hair, pale skin with streaks of black akin to shattered china, and pointed, silver cats-eyes that were currently roaming over Harry’s shirtless torso.

Rating: Explicit  Word Count: 2264 Content: Demon Draco Malfoy, Horcruxes, Lust at First Sight, No Archive Warnings Apply, see AO3 for more extensive tags. 

Tumblr: @triggerlil / @lilyishesnicky AO3: triggerlil

Image Credit: one, two, three 

Okay, it’s probably because it’s entirely too late, but I can’t stop fucking giggling at this.

why does netflix geralt looks like that “ma theres a weird fucking cat outside!”

Company and Crowds

You have a carrion complex, picking the flesh off of bones that don’t belong to you.

I have a mermaid mind, swimming in depths too deep for me to fathom.

They want a sideline seat, a window into lives that they can’t control.

We need a separate space, just to get away from things that push us down.

Why would you do this to my poor shattered feelings?! 😭😭😭

!!!! An Immediate song prompt: Taylor Swift's The Archer. Specifically, "I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you". But like. also the whole thing

I love this song for Drarry and honestly the entire album, so I hope I did it justice!! (if anyone wants to listen to the song it’s here)

-x-

Draco’s eyelids fluttered open, the crackling fire in the hearth bringing him into waking. He was staring down at a notebook, still dressed in his work slacks, white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He pressed a cool palm to his eyes, forcing images of ricocheting spells into the background. He tried to remember what he had been doing, but memories faded easily these days and he couldn’t quite keep his thoughts in place, every word a bit of ash blown in the wind.

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Okay, but it’s true though!! I mean, look at those forearms. My GOD..