0l1th3gh0st - Oliver

What the FUCK. What the FUCK.

Video of a russian glide bomb hitting the "Epicenter" home improvement shopping mall in Kharkiv city on May 25, 2024.

14 people were killed, 7 are considered to be missing

This is 8-year-old Mykhailo, yesterday his father didn't return from the "Epicenter", now the boy's DNA samples are being taken to help identify his father's body fragments.

Not a day goes by in which russia does not bring us pain and devastation simply because we exist.

microfic may day 3: coffee

drarry. 273 words. this is unequivocally the stupidest thing I’ve ever written.

After the war, rumour had it Draco Malfoy disappeared. Puffed up and away in a cloud of smoke because he was cursed by Voldemort.

Rumour then had it that he ran far, far away.

Rumour also had it that he was completing a potions mastery somewhere exotic, and that one day he’d return home.

The one thing rumour didn’t have was a timeframe. So naturally, Harry was quite surprised to attend his 3pm appointment and come face to face with Draco Malfoy.

“Err. What did you say her name was again?”

“Coffee, Potter. Please do keep up.”

“Because the scales on her head look like coffee granules and you think they’re multiplying?”

“Well, yes. But there’s more. She’s been more tired than usual. And she’s not been eating too much. All in all, rather concerning.”

Harry poked around at the speckled snake coiled around Draco’s hand. A forked tongue gently lapped at his fingertip and was that a wink?

He cast his usual diagnostic charms which all pinged a gorgeous, normal green.

“I can’t see anything unusual, Malfoy. I’ll give you a standard vitality potion and check back in next week.”

Draco baulked. “There’s nothing wrong? At all? Are you sure?”

Harry gave him an affirmative nod and Coffee a gentle scritch under the chin. “I’ll see you both next week. For a check up.”

Draco was gracious enough to thank Harry for his time on the way out.

Though the more Harry thought about it, he was pretty sure the parting hiss from the reptile translated roughly into something like:

Foolssss. 10 yearssss apart and all he talkssss about issss you.

i have so much heart warming love for you, it’s melting me

Frankentstein, when he realizes his actions have consequences: Oh no! Who made all of this happen to me? Why would they do this!

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

Been reading Frankenstein for class recently and Frankenstein seems in love with Henry

LMAO not Murray literally sensing byler angst bc his curse

I notice everything. I just don't say anything.

i physically cannot see them romantically no matter what. like they can be making out and it’s still literally just a gay guy and his girl best friend