The Other Side of Probably

it doesn't need to be perfect, try not to expect it to be

the hypothetical feeling of unfulfillment you're trying to avoid is nothing compared to the shame you'll almost certainly feel if you end up not trying at all

it's easier to pick up from step 1/10 than step 0/10

if you need to get moving and are currently not moving, try moving in an unrelated way. do something else. literally anything else outside of The Thing just don't stay frozen

Desalination is the process of generating freshwater from brackish or saltwater, usually through the process of reverse osmosis. While this can be a very useful tool in water shortages, it also has some pretty huge drawbacks--reverse osmosis requires a lot of energy, requires chemical treatment of the water, and produces concentrated brine as a waste product which can be harmful to aquatic ecosystems.

Dick, distraught: how did this happen!?!

Jason: i don’t even know, neither of us realised we were together until Kori asked what our plans were for our one year anniversary.

Dick: ?!?!?

Tim: they flirt with each other all the time, i don’t know how you didn’t expect this Dick.

Dick: I THOUGHT THEY WERE JOKING AROUND! LIKE ME AND WALLY DO!

Tim:

Jason:

Bruce: chum… you know i abhor being even remotely involved in your love life…

Bruce: but that weird yellow boy has been in love with you since you were twelve.

Dick:

Dick: EXCUSE ME?!

Tim, muttering to himself in disbelief: weird yellow boy…

Roy, wistfully looking into the distance: the flirting was a joke at first… we both used to be so happy with having sex with women.

Damian: i’m going to kill him and then myself.

Roy: it’s like… Icarus.

Jason, flatly: Roy shut up.

Roy, ignoring him, looking afar dramatically: Jay and i, we flew too close to the gay sun, and our straight wings were left ablaze.

Tim, baffled: what fucking words just came out of your mouth?

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy Additional Tags: Male Slash, Explicit Sexual Content, Rape/Non-con References, Original Character Death(s) Summary:

HP/DM slash. Five years ago Draco Malfoy and his wife were kidnapped, and nothing has been heard or seen of the pair since. It’s been so long that Draco is presumed dead. Harry dotes on Draco’s son, Scorpius, with whom he has been living. But when it turns out Malfoy isn’t quite as dead as everyone assumed, Harry’s life is turned upside-down. Set after Deathly Hallows and ignores epilogue.

Excerpt:

“Like I said, I just don’t desire sex,” Harry said, the Firewhisky allowing him to talk more candidly than he would normally do on the topic. “I just don’t care about it. Sex with Ginny was fine when we had it, but that’s about the highest compliment I can give it. As I said, I think I’m asexual.”

“Well, what do you think about when you wank?” Draco asked. And even with the alcohol flowing in his system, the question turned Harry’s cheeks scarlet.

“I… um, I don’t. Not really,” he replied. “Perhaps a couple of times a month at most. And when I do, I don’t really think of anything. It’s more a response to a physical need, if that makes sense. See? Asexual.”

Draco seemed to study Harry’s face for a long moment as in appraisal, his gaze flickering from Harry’s own orbs, down to his lips, then back to his eyes again, before making a, ‘hmmmm’ sound. He moved closer to Harry on the sofa.

“I don’t think you’re asexual,” he said, looking Harry straight in the eye this time, and was Harry imagining the smile he could hear in the tone of Draco’s voice? “I just don’t think you’ve found what you need yet to light your fire.” And suddenly, so quickly Harry barely saw him move, Draco closed the small gap between them and pressed his mouth firmly against Harry’s.

Harry let out a small gasp of surprise, momentarily frozen to the spot. Draco took advantage of Harry’s slightly-parted mouth and licked his bottom lip, sending an intense buzz of pleasure shooting through Harry’s spine. Before Harry knew what he was doing, he let out a muffled moan, and in an instant, he let his eyes fall closed and began to kiss his former nemesis back, letting his empty Firewhisky glass fall to the floor with a clatter, and wrapping one arm around Draco’s waist whilst the other snaked into his hair. He felt Draco’s hands mimic his actions, burying themselves in his unruly black locks, and Draco tugged slightly, not enough to cause pain, but enough to awaken every nerve ending on his scalp, making Harry shiver delightfully.

Harry was unaware how long he and Draco spent lost in the moment together kissing, himself pressed into the corner of the sofa with Draco virtually on top of him, their chests flush together, a hardness that Harry was quite sure belonged to Draco digging wonderfully into his hip joint. Just as he was about ready to declare that Draco was the greatest human being in the history of humanity, and succumb fully to either of their desires, however, Draco broke the kiss, planting a series of chaste but equally spine-tingling kisses along Harry’s jawline and up to his ear. Harry could hear his raspy, desperate panting, and felt cool breath caress his over-heated cheeks.

“Did that light your fire?” Draco whispered hoarsely, then nibbled on Harry’s earlobe, before finally breaking contact and standing off the sofa, rearranging his somewhat untidy clothing. Harry was satisfied to note that Draco looked how he himself felt- ruffled, aroused, and slightly disorientated.

Harry brought a thumb up to his kissed-swollen lips and ran it slowly across them; they were still tingling from Draco’s touch. He glanced up at Draco through what he was sure were wide, glassy eyes, and simply nodded dumbly, unable to make his mouth form a coherent sentence. Draco smirked, the cocky smirk Harry remembered from school and had been so absent from his features in the two months since Harry had rescued him.

“Good,” he replied, obviously more coherent than Harry was at that precise moment. “Something for you to, ah, think over, perhaps.” Its double-meaning was clear in Draco’s voice. He leant forwards and placed a final kiss on the patch skin where Harry’s ear joined his head. “Goodnight, Harry. What we do about this is up to you, but I think I’ve made my feelings clear. The Quaffle is in your court now.” Without a second glance backwards, Draco exited the room, leaving a very dishevelled and thoroughly confounded Harry rooted to the sofa with a raging hard-on, unsure he would ever move again.

In Loco Parentis

Phoenixstrike

"what is this BABY doing in space!???"

Pastel Pride flags because my eyes hurt.

I recolored them all stripe by stripe on Photoshop because I'm a *perfectionist*. You can't just lighten a color, you need to adjust the saturation too.

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.