Malira Au For Queermartins​:

They look so snuggly in their little blanket purrito

they’re not nearly as sneaky as they think they are

harry: *falls in love with ginny weasley*

my gay mouth: relatable,

can u rec ur fav holsom fics? :) only if u want to!!!!!

he’ll ya i wanna,, fair warnin tho i didnt wanna omit any fics i liked so like?? my ULTRA FAV ones will all have the ice cream emoj after the title

ok so i’ve only been thru the 1st 15 of the 18 pages in the holsom relationship tag on ao3 so there is a giant possibility i’m missin a great fic here (n also if any1 has any recs???? hmu)

the only order these are in is the order i opened em up in my tabs in

these r all rated t or g, or they should b!!! if there’s 1 in there that’s not, pls lmk so i can edit the post n let ppl kno

also this is more hc than fic however. ultra fav

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Holster Has Made Out With Everyone 5) Junior Year: Bitty

Epikegsters, man. They’re fucked up. Like, wake up in the wrong bed wearing someone else’s underwear, possibly in the wrong time zone kind of fucked up. Every single (epic) time.

Holster has a good night at first — he and Ransom spend the evening wheeling volleyball girls (and accidentally, Chowder) with ghost stories and hockey trivia, and then there’s the whole epic Kent Parson appearance, and the tub juice is extra dire. Lardo is magnificent, ruling the party in every possible way. Even Jack is more in the party spirit than usual, hanging out all casual with Bitty - thank fuck those two are friends now, it was no fun when they were feuding or whatever.

But later on, the vibe shifts. March and April head home early with Farmer because they all have practice the next morning, Kent Parson stalks out of the Haus looking like someone threw up on his Mercedes (not out of the realms of possibility) and somehow Holster ends up sober enough that Shitty sticks him with frog duty.

By the time he wanders back back from escorting Nursey, Dex and Chowder back safely to their dorms, the party has dropped to a dull roar, and Ransom has left a jock strap on the door as the universal sign of getting some.

At least he tossed Holster’s pillow and blanket outside the door first, so it’s not a complete kick in the balls.

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Tipsy Little Mix at the Brit Awards 2017 Winners’ Room

scott mccall rarepair week - favourite ship: scott/kira

you were like home to me

You, Me, Every lifetime.

It’s the middle of the night, and Bitty skillfully sneaks into Jack’s bed to cuddle up with his boyfriend.

Jack’s immediate reflex is to yell “Goddammit, Shitty!”

Soft nurseydex

omg nursey, dex’s trying to study