Mike Wheeler Is The Type Of Guy To Be So Irrationally Scared Of His Friends Deciding He Sucks And Leaving

why do people draw tim like he’s a twink when jay is right there

There are periods of time when I will read a couple of books one after the other without stopping and other periods of time when I try to read but not even one book keeps my attention for more than 2 pages... I will never understand my brain

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

repeat after me.

QUEER CHARACTERS ARE NOT PLOT DEVICES FOR STRAIGHT CHARACTERS.

gracefully avoiding people and gatherings that don’t align with my peace while manifesting more books to read, more cups of coffee, more kindness and care for myself in the coming days.

I find it mildly hilarious that Alex's first words after hearing condolences from Nigel is "fuck off freak"

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.

@academia-lucifer

I just wanna say. There's something deeply poetic to me about how Nigel thinks about the Templar knights. They were, to him, the epitome of greatness and something to look up to. Something he seemed to wish he could be. But the crusaders (and thus the Templars) ultimately lost, there were like 10 crusades and they didn't win a single one. And Nigel absolutely has to know that, not just from how obsessed with it he is but it's a religious school for crying out loud. And also just common info.

Nigel wanted to be a person who partook, though not directly, in a battle he knew he wouldn't win. He wanted to ultimately die, alongside so many others, for what would ultimately be nothing. They protected people as they traveled, that's really all the Templar knights did. He saw himself as a protector in some way. Dying in the name of a god that didn't save them.

No clue if this actually makes sense I'm very high. Just food for thought.