Krethes

Calm down Sirius. He's just getting dressed. No need to freak out.

They're late to class. But just one more kiss. 💕 If you think that you see wonky hands... then no... no you don't.

Friends to lovers. Years of mutual pining. There was only one lap, and Sirius happened to sit on it. 💕 Not sure if this required the mature label. But here we are.

Strangers to lovers. The morning after. Sleepy mouths and forgotten teacups in the sunlit kitchen. Scents of earl grey, buttered toast and summer rain. Eager hands beneath knitted fabric of a borrowed jumper. "Stay forever," whispered against kiss-drunk lips.

Some links & tags: my gym bro AU tag; @goldenlionprince's first & second ficlet, amazing gift art by @lalunavinoalafragua, @diamondmeadow, @lovelymasks, @thistlecatfics & @lilacella!

Some links & tags: my gym bro AU tag; @goldenlionprince's first & second ficlet, amazing gift art by @lalunavinoalafragua, @diamondmeadow, @lovelymasks, @thistlecatfics & @lilacella!

At the end, Connor takes a shower, he comes back into bed and he says, “You killed me, Hollander. I’m dead.” And [looking to Connor] you touch his face, and you kiss him—do you remember this? After the first take, I was like, “You can’t be nice to him after that; you have to get uncomfortable.” But then that puppy-dog look, he was like, “Look, he’s being so nice to me!” And I was like, “I know, but it’s episode two, so we have to remember this can’t end—you have to get freaked out by this.” He was being too loving. We have places to go with this still. — Jacob Tierney via Queerty

WHY IS THIS SO GOOD?!

This is how I see Mr. Moony and Mr. Padfoot✨

When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.

fanfic that is none of my business

TEXT ID: you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.

— Aristoteles