Day 1 Of Funguary! Wanna Do As Many Of These As I Can

Harry's friends... love him so much...

The air is thick with the prelude to a summer storm when Draco finds Harry lazily draped over the back porch swing. A piece of dandelion fluff clings to his mane of sweat-soaked curls as Harry rocks the swing with his bare foot on the paint-stripped deck. Draco picks the fluff from Harry’s hair before climbing over Harry and melting over his chest.

“Hey,” Draco sighs. He feels an uncontrollable grin emerge as Harry pops a blackberry into his mouth.

“Hey, yourself,” Harry smiles back and offers a berry to Draco’s lips. The taste of midsummer sweetness stains Draco’s tongue. “Missed you today.”

“What ever did you do to survive without me for eight hours?”

“Honey, you’re looking at it.” He traces a berry-stained fingertip behind Draco’s ear. “Wish you could’ve joined me.”

“Tomorrow?” Draco shivers as a gust of wind teases the sweat on his neck. 

“Sounds perfect.”

For @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt, Waste it on me. 

in my work of fanfiction i am going to hold the villain responsible for their actions by making them have sex with the person they tried to kill, which will effectively address all the relevant moral issues by being hot.

Will sitting on Hannibal's desk

Hannibal 1.02 Amuse-bouche | 1.05 Coquilles | 1.08 Fromage | 2.09 Shiizakana

Remembering the War: It doesn't get easier as the years go by. But at least they have each other.

Created for the Drarry Discord Server's Drawble Challenge, March 2020. Thanks go to this month's hosts, @potter-art and @ana-iliad.

Prompt: 'Remember when...'.

Art restriction: Earth tones/browns.

Wolfstar raises Harry fanart from last december

(I don't support JK Rowling's transphobic views or other problematic opinions and choices in any way. I don't like the Harry Potter series, but still cannot let go of my ultimate comfort character Remus and wolfstar and marauders fanfictions. We have adopted these characters for our better care💕)

1x01 || 3x13

where would we be without those 60s housewives and their gay little kirk/spock fanzines. where would we fucking be

“I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion– I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.” ― John Keats