➤ [ Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun:  Chapter 6.5 ]

Unarmed Black Man With Hands Up Shot By Police.

Charles Kinsey, 47, a behavior therapist from South Florida was shot in the leg three times by the police in North Miami while laying on the ground with his arms up and trying to help his patient with autism who had run away from a group home.

It all started when someone called 911 and said there was a man walking around with a gun. However it was Kinsey’s patient who was sitting on the ground cross-legged, playing with a toy truck.

Charles got shot by police despite telling them he was only trying to help his patient.

The police shot him, handcuffed him and left him on ground bleeding.

North Miami police have not released much information at all. They haven’t released the officer’s name, they haven’t given us an update on the investigation. However, they did say that the state attorney is now a part of this investigation.

#CharlesKinsey   #BlackLivesMatter 

#StopPoliceBrutality   #NorthMiamiPoliceDepartment

I think sending someone to kill the other is their way of giving gifts, and killing the person sent their way is the gift. 

“I’d say this makes us even. I sent someone to kill you… you sent someone to kill me. Even-Steven.”

“Consider it an act of reciprocity.”

currently reading and just had the urge to quickly draw the scene. though, i took a few liberties

So this is a fan art made by me, obviously, to show appreciation to the author Epic Solemnity (Dark_Cyan_Star). She made an Original Work in ao3, you guys should check it out. Here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1030773

‘If I were Jokaste and a king maker, I’d have chosen Kastor over you too.’

‘I suppose you are going to enjoy telling me why,’ said Damen. He felt his hands curl into fists, heard the bitterness in his throat.

‘Because a king maker would always choose the weaker man. The weaker the man, the easier he is to control.’

‘What makes you think Kastor is the weaker man? You don’t know him.’

‘But I’m coming to know you,’ said Laurent.

Currently reading^, it's a romance and since it Valentine's Day, I thought it apt to make a fanart of it.

this is a whole new level of denial...

16!Chuuya trying to flirt: You have a face.

16!Dazai: Yeah? You too.

Chuuya aggressively blushing: No! I mean you have a nice face!

Dazai: Thanks???

Chuuya: Ugh! I hate you and your damn face! (leaves angry, muttering 'stupid mackerel')

Hour later

Chuuya hiccuping and sobbing: And he just said thanks! Can you believe him, Ane-san?!

Kouyou: How was he supposed to know you are flirting with him?

Chuuya: He is a genius!

Kouyou: Oh boyー

...

Dazai: I really don't understand why he got angry with me today. I literally thanked him!

Oda: I think he was trying to flirt with you.

Dazai: Him? No way! He would rather save me over and over than develop feelings for me!

Oda: Mhm...and he saves you because?

Dazai: Because he hates me! Simple as that.

Oda:...

tomarrymort fic rec list

ive been going nuts on tracking everything so i ended up with this list im pretty sure i missed a lot of fics that should be here aaaaa but i will try to add them up on my links page

Enjoy! (fic authors are in alphabetical order!)

2 / 3

Acnara

A dead man’s tale

It is almost a normal Yule winter night when Harry James Potter, 17 year old wizard and future husband of the Dark Lord of Britain finds a portrait of a dead man in one of Hogwarts dark rooms. 

Opia

Harry Potter is finally 17. Free to leave the Dursleys behind and start a new life as an independent wizard (if staying at Ron´s until he gets that apartment in London can be called independence, anyway), he does what any young man in possession of a good fortune would: he third-wheels and goes to a museum.

It´s not really a bad plan. The Malfoys had announced they had made a big donation to the newly opened “Myths and Prophecies: Lord Voldemort´s secret collection”:

The Boy With The Green Eyes collection. All of it.

Home

“Are you lonely?”

Always the same conversation.

“Maybe. Sometimes.”

“Sometimes I am, too. I think.”

—

Six years after the battle of Hogwarts and the death of the Dark Lord, Harry Potter dreams of a little girl in a forest. Because it was never really over.

And six seconds

The memory had dissolved like grew smoke, carring away Tom Riddle’s dark eyes and the little peak of skin both Dumbledore and Harry had been able to see before the boy had hid his hands behind his back. The unforgiving, black ink had winked at Harry from the inside of Tom´s wrists.

Tom Riddle did have numbers on him.

And they kept filling Harry’s thoughts at the oddest times.

-0-

Or the `everyone has a clock on their skin counting down to the day the will meet their soulmate AU´no one asked for but I wrote anyway

AislingSiobhan

Cardiomyopathy

Voldemort has never lied to him before. Why would he start now? Harry reasoned that if Voldemort wasn’t lying and Voldemort really loved him, then it was ok to love him back… Even if it meant the world had to burn. First they broke the world. Then he broke my heart. 

New Divide

Harry Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived. But by some twist of Fate he was also the reincarnation of Voldemort’s murdered lover. Harry has enjoyed the past few years at Hogwarts, but this one looks set to be even more intriguing. Suddenly smarter than he was before and plagued with memories of his past life as he sleeps, Harry gets set for his school year. But then Voldemort finds out who Harry really is. And every thing changes. 

The Fickle Hand of Fate

Harry Potter died in 1981, but in 1993 Harry finally arrives at Hogwarts. No one seems to know he should be dead, except Dumbledore, who stole someone else’s son to replace the Boy-Who-Didn’t-Live. 

AmyTheAuthor

The Explosion (orphaned fic)

Usually, in other Fics, Harry goes to the past, meets an older or same age Tom in Hogwarts, and is sorted into Slytherin. Harry is usually there to change Tom and Tom is a “teenage Dark Lord.” In THIS Fic, Tom is a bullied 3rd year, believed to be a Mud-blood, and has his first ever crush on Henry Peverell, the 6th year Gryffindor, who is not there to change Tom, but rather…

ansketil, ladyoflilacs

In Somno Veritas

“Are you often in my dreams, Harry? I have not touched your mind since our little encounter at the Department of Mysteries… and yet here you are… saving me in my nightmares.”

An LV/HP alternate universe story set during Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

Yew and Holly

Harry brings his lover back to Britain to spend Christmas at the Weasleys. But things never go to plan when your name is Harry Potter – or your lover is Lord Voldemort. Takes place five years after the events of ‘In Somno Veritas.’ LV/HP.

AnOrcaLullaby

Simple Request

A bit of a holiday fic

Sure friends helped each other out when they had problems. Harry just wished Tom’s problems weren’t so damned complicated. Why couldn’t the other get some other poor soul to play the part of his fiancé?

Apuzzlingprince

Pianissimo

“It’s not wise for the living to make contact with the truly lost, Harry.“

Harry makes a terrible mistake while at Kings Cross Station and pays the price.

We’re going to be beautiful, Harry

Every wizard had a soul mark. Some were large, spanning the length of ones body, and some were small enough to fit inside a palm or behind an ear. Of course, by all accounts, Harry Potter was not ‘every wizard’.

Arliene

A Christmas Riddle

Tom Riddle hated Christmas. Travelling to the future would not change that fact. Harry Potter hated Riddle. And mistletoes. Time Travel AU. HP/TR Oneshot.

I Have Seen Your Heart

The arrival of his nemesis is the least of Harry Potter’s problems. Now that the war is over, he finds himself drifting away from all that held him together in the past, trying to find a new purpose in his life. Being framed for murder forces Harry to be on the run and this time the only company he takes with him is Tom Riddle. The young Dark Lord faces a future he did not expect, meets an oddity who killed everything he strived to be. And yet he finds himself obsessed with his murderer, a determined man searching for answers and reaching for the sky once more. Harry Potter’s purpose and Tom Riddle’s destiny, seemingly entwined. They say change is overrated. But choice is everything. 

Chasing The Careless Traveler

Albus Dumbledore was too late. Someone else managed to defeat Gellert, leaving chaos and too many questions behind. Tom Riddle, who recently graduated from Hogwarts, was fully committed to become the greatest Dark Lord of all time, chasing immortality and surpassing Grindelwald’s legacy. It’s too bad that Unspeakable Harry Potter had something to say about that.

asterisms (i love everything tbh)

In Which Tom Riddle Can’t Stop Underestimating House-Elves

“I do find it strange, however,” Riddle says, “that you’re so offended on Hepzibah’s behalf. It’s not every day that you come across a common thief with such lofty morals.”

“I- What?” Harry widens his eyes, making himself look appropriately appalled at the suggestion, “A thief? What do you mean?”

“Do cut the pretense, Harry,” Riddle says, and Harry hates the way he shivers when the other man says his name as his hand curls just a bit lower on his back, just shy of inappropriate. “We both know what you are.”

Or: Harry is a thief with morals and Tom is a terrible person

a boy so pretty (such a pity)

“Riddle,” he greets carefully. His gaze flicks over to the Slytherin table, but none of them are paying any attention. Which is… worrying, actually. He looks back to Riddle, who’s still looming over him. “What can I do for you?”

“Potter,” Riddle says, and he actually sounds… nice. This is growing more suspicious by the second. “May I escort you to class?”

Ron snorts, not even attempting to disguise the sound.

“You’re joking, right?” he asks, leaning forward to glare up at the other boy, “Fuck off, Riddle. Harry doesn’t need an escort from you.”

Harry watches Riddle’s face carefully. His expression sours, but only for a moment before it’s smooth again. He smiles, and if Harry didn’t know better, he might call it charming.

Well. Okay. He really does know better.

But it’s still charming.

Featuring attempted manipulation, Tom Riddle experiencing positive emotions for quite possibly the first time ever, and absolutely no angst whatsoever

Whirpools (WIP, on-hold)

After a mishap in the Department of Mysteries, Harry Potter is thrown back in time to the summer before Tom Riddle’s final year at Hogwarts. While there, he is forced to confront the fact that he knows next to nothing about his nemesis and those who follow him. Unfortunately, as he does his best to learn, he is unable to stay out of Riddle’s sight for long, and he is drawn once more into the conflict between light and dark.

This time, however, the lines are blurred, and nothing is as simple as he’s been led to believe.

moment of impact

“How’d we meet?” he asks. The faint blush that spreads across Harry’s cheeks is rather enchanting and definitely worth the admission of ignorance.

“Well,” Harry pauses, biting his lip again. Tom wishes he would stop. It’s making it hard to concentrate. “It’s a funny story… Actually, sorry, it’s not funny at all. I- Well.”

“Go on.”

“I kind of… hit you with my car?”

“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU

99 Crickets

Harry reaches out to hesitantly take the box and lifts it so he can see what’s inside. When he does, he sees… crickets?

“What?”

The man smiles, and it looks almost sheepish. Harry has never been more confused in his life, except…

“I know you said you wanted one hundred and this is only fifteen, but I haven’t had much time to look since I arrived yesterday. I’ll get the rest later.”

Oh.

Oh no.

Settle

“We had a deal,” Harry reminds him. He walks forward, away from the doorway. The stone floor is cold against his bare feet. “You broke it because you thought I wouldn’t hold you to it. You don’t get to be mad just because you were wrong.”

Voldemort is caught in a lie, and Harry decides to punish him.

Tomorrow brings them true

The boy from District 1 is staring again.

Dark Lord Coffee

“It’s true, you know,” Luna says airily as she stirs her third spoonful of honey into her tea.

“Sorry.” Harry looks up from the cover of the Quibbler that he’s been eyeing. Surprising absolutely no one, their most recent cover story is about Voldemort’s new business. “What’s true?”

“That Voldemort runs a coffee shop in London,” Luna tells him. She takes a sip of her tea and hums happily at the taste. “I saw him there myself.”

Prompt Fill: in which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop and wizards are generally very ridiculous

(i wanna) cut to the feeling

“You promised you would marry me,” Tom says.

“I—” Harry feels lightheaded. “Tom, we were seven.”

“So you lied?”

“No,” Harry says. Surer, then, “No. I didn’t.”

Harry and Tom are childhood friends. When they were seven, Tom proudly announced that he would marry Harry when they were older.Now, ten years later and in N.E.W.T. year, Tom plans on making that promise a reality.

shiver (where we’ll go and where we’ve been)

“There’s something about you.”

Their hands touch.

“I know what you mean.” A breathless moment. Their fingers fold together. “It’s like I’ve known you forever. Since even before we met.”

“Yes.” The other boy’s hold on him grows tighter. Painful. He doesn’t say anything. “Exactly.”

“Maybe we were made for each other.”

He waits for the other boy to laugh. He doesn’t.

“Maybe we were.”

Maybe he should say something.

Hands up, it’s a hold up

“You know, you’re pretty morally ambiguous for a hero,” Harry says as he watches Tom set one of the would-be robbers on fire. He’d protest or maybe put the fire out himself, but the man was about to stab him, so he thinks he’s got the higher ground here.

Tom takes a step back to observe his handiwork, looking far too smug for Harry’s peace of mind.

“Oddly enough, you’re not the first person to say that to me.”

“Wow. Shocker.”

A superhero au featuring Harry Potter, reluctant super-villain, and Tom Riddle, the city’s favorite hero.

In commemoration of BSD BEAST’s volume 3 release. Have not read it yet, but damn, the cover.

the c O v e R     UvU

Yea, the cover really got me.

wip