HAPPY FERAL FRIDAY LADIES! Here’s a little appreciation post for Joe and the man he is. Honestly how can anyone genuinely hate this man and wish him harm. As always I have nothing appropriate to say! 🥵🤭
Since I have nothing appropriate to say I’m gonna leave you ladies with this reminder :
6’4
Over 215lbs
Beautiful naturally curly hair
Bright blue eyes
Amazing smile
Contagious laugh
His iconic Ass
9 inch hands
31 inch arms ( source- his player info on nfl site )
Built and chiseled
Elite QB
Not only is he humble, athletic, competitive, hardworking, passionate, generous, determined, driven, confident, Nerdy, charming, dreamy , shy, intelligent & intellectual but he is also adorable, wholesome, and funny. And he faces adversity with confidence and ease, he loves his momma and his family, he is so great with kids, helps others, cares about others especially the people closest to him. He advocates for himself and others and brings awareness to the things that matter to him. He is insanely attractive. He still introduces himself to others even though eveyone knows who he is , he never yells at his teammates, and checks in on the people he loves and cares about. The people closest to him all talk about how he is an amazing person and has good character. The people closest to him absolutely love and respect him.
Damn, I love Joseph Lee Burrow! That’s our QB1! ♥️
Robin and Jim did a good job raising him to be a good person, you can tell. From what we have seen over the years and the way people close to him talk about him, you can tell he is genuinely an amazing human being. Sure he makes mistakes and does questionable things and keeps questionable company around, but he’s human like the rest of us.
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Warnings :: possible swear words, soft!draco, fluff, sweetness, anger, etc.
Character Ages :: Draco and reader are both seventeen.
Plot :: Draco tells you to run away, away from Hogwarts, away from him. It’s the day before the Battle of Hogwarts, and things at the school are about to take a turn for the worst and Draco doesn’t want you to be caught in the crossfire.
Pronouns Used :: He/him for Draco, She/Her for reader.
Word Count :: 1.6k words.
Note :: Draco may be slightly out of character. Idc. We do NOT like JK R*wling in this house, and I tend to make him my own version whenever writing about him, so ehm… if you don’t like that then don’t read I guess.
Info :: This is from a dialogue prompt I found on Pinterest so credits for this idea goes partially to them!
Story Type :: One-Shot // Series.
You stood at the top of the Astronomy tower, your best friend had sent you a letter via owl just a few hours prior, telling you to meet him at the top of the Astronomy tower at 7PM.
Your figure was enveloped in darkness, a cold wind whipped around your face as you glanced down at the Quad, watching as people rushed into the castle wanting to get inside before curfew. Professor Snape and a few Deatheaters had taken over the school ever since Dumbledore had tragically fallen to his death just a year or so prior. You glanced up at the darkening sky, watching the clouds rolling in. Something settled in the deepest pit of your stomach, almost like a knot tightening, you sensed something was coming but what it was? You weren’t sure. Something bad was going to happen, you could sense it. It was a gut feeling but your gut feelings had never been wrong in your whole seventeen, almost eighteen, years of life. Draco was just a month shy of turning eighteen, and you? It would be your eighteenth birthday in just a few months.
You soon heard footsteps on the stairs behind you, approaching you. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the bleached blonde hair of your best friend, his slender figure headed towards you, he was dressed in black from head to toe. “You’re late.” You stated, checking your watch for the time. It was 7:20PM.
“I’m sorry. I got caught up, and didn’t want anybody seeing me come here.” He told you, his eyes scanning the area below, watching students and professors alike scurrying inside from the darkening sky.
“What’s with the secrecy, Draco? Why can’t you be seen?” You questioned.
“People would have issues with me being here, especially my father. I can’t be seen, but I needed to see you.” He told you, his pale fingers lifting to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered at the side of your cheeks for a moment longer before dropping back to his side. “I know my letters haven’t made much sense recently. I know they’ve been more like stupid riddles and I’m sorry for that.” His voice seemed to be remarkably softer than you’d heard before.
“D, talk to me. What’s going on?” You questioned, lifting your hands and cupping his cheeks, your eyes staring into his light grey ones. His eyes searched yours, a soft breath leaving his mouth before he turned to move away from the window, away from you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, your hand dropping back to your sides as you watched him. He paced slightly, his back still facing towards you.
“You have to go while you still have the chance. You have to run away.” He warned, not meeting your gaze.
Your brows knitted together, “Run away from what?” You threw your hands up. You were tired of his endless riddles. Tired of his endless attempts at avoiding you. Couldn’t he tell that you loved him? Couldn’t he tell that you would do anything for him?
“From me.” He whispered. His tone was barely audible. “You have to run away from me.”
You stepped forwards, towards him. You reached your hand out, placing it on his shoulder, “Draco…” You began. He tried to move, attempting to shrug your hand off of his shoulder, “Listen to me, I am not going anywhere.” You told him.
“(Name), you don’t understand. Something big is coming, something is going to happen. You need to run because I don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire, I couldn’t handle that.” He finally turned around, your hand dropping from his shoulder as he turned to face you.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You repeated, staring into the taller boy's eyes. “If I get caught in the crossfire of whatever is happening then we will fight side by side, just like we always have.” You told him.
“No, love, you don’t get it.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “For the first time ever, we’re going to be fighting on different sides.”
“What do you mean?” You questioned. “What’s happening, Draco?”
“I don’t know for sure, all I do know is that it will not end well. I know Potter won’t give himself up to The Dark Lord willingly, which means something bad is going to happen and he will take down anybody in his path in order to get to Potter. Students, professors, he won’t care. He will do what it takes to kill him. I don’t want you caught up in that. I won’t survive that. So please, love, just run while you still can.” Draco tried to explain.
“I don’t run. You know that. I may not be the brightest witch of my age like Hermione, but you know damn well I am a very gifted witch and I do not run from a fight. Hogwarts is my home and if Voldemort is coming for Hogwarts, I am going to stand to protect it and if that ends in my death, then at least I died fighting for what I love.” You told him, your tone firm.
Draco sighed, running his long pale fingers through his blonde locks, giving himself a disheveled look. “God, why do you have to be so stubborn!” He exclaimed.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way and you know it.” You pointed out.
Draco chuckled slightly, running a hand down his face, “You’re impossible, you know that?” His smile still present on his features.
“You love me.” You shrugged, a grin crossing your features.
Draco nodded, “More than you know.” He sighed.
You froze, your eyes wide, you could almost hear your heart beating right out of your chest, “What?” you managed to breathe out, almost inaudibly.
Draco’s grey eyes widened in realisation, his breathing almost hitched in his throat, “I… Uhm…” He mumbled, almost stuttering along his words. “No going back now, is there?” He mumbled, chuckling nervously.
“Draco…” You began, finally fixing your composure.
“Look (Name), I don’t know what tomorrow’s gonna hold, probably a whole lot of death so I need to tell you this before either of us get caught up in the centre of whatever The Dark Lord is planning.” He began, running his nimble fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. “If I could buy you the stars, I would. If I could pull the moon down for you, I wouldn’t hesitate. If I could give you a million suns, I would do it in a heartbeat.” He smiled sheepishly, his nerves slowly becoming more noticeable. “But I can’t do any of that so I’m asking if I could give you my heart instead.” He told her. “You’re the only one I trust enough to keep it safe.”
“Draco, I… Wow.” You mumbled.
“Look, I’m not expecting you to feel the same. I know you probably just see me as a best friend and that’s fine with me, I just needed to tell you because one or both of us could die tomorrow. I needed you to know before either of us died.” He sighed.
“I love you, too.” You responded, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.
Draco frowned, his signature smirk playing on his lips, “When did I say I loved you?” He grinned.
You rolled your eyes, cocking a brow at him, “The implication was there in that little speech of yours.” You retorted.
This time, it was Draco’s turn to roll his eyes before his eyes met yours once again, he took a step towards you, “You mean it? You love me?” He asked.
“Ever since third year.” You smiled, placing your arms around his shoulders, his hands found your waist as he held you close.
He leaned down, closing the gap between the two of you and pressing his lips against yours into a soft but desperate kiss.
His lips were slightly chapped. They felt a little rough on your pink, soft ones but that only brought more desperation to the kiss, making you deepen it slightly.
The pair of you pulled back slightly, “Let’s get through tomorrow, Malfoy, and then you can tell me again that you love me. When, not if, we both survive.” You whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes were closed slightly as you spoke.
“If we do both survi-” He began, stopping when you gave him a pointed look, “I mean, when we do both survive, I am going to take you on a proper date in Hogsmeade. I promise.” He let you know.
“I’m going to hold you to that.” You whispered, leaning up and planting another soft kiss to his chapped lips.
He smiled as you pulled away, he opened his mouth to speak until he heard a soft squawk behind the pair of you, he glanced over and saw his pet owl, signalling it was time for him to leave before he was caught on school grounds.
He slowly lifted your hands and planted a delicate, lingering kiss to your knuckles before backing away into the shadows and towards the stairs once again, slowly making his way down them, but not before giving you one final message, “Once all this is over, meet me on the bridge outside the school, my love. I love you.” He disappeared down the stairs and out of the school before you could respond.
You watched him walk across the quad and towards the bridge before disapparating back to Malfoy Manor. A soft smile graced your features, as you now stared into the nothingness.
“I love you too, Malfoy.”
~ Hey, hi, hello!! Welcome back to Bee’s fic writing era (kind of heh!). So ehmm… here’s a lil draco malfoy fic. As a draco girlie myself, you know i just HAD to write for him. I am still going to publish my Carlos Madrigal fic but it’ll probably be on ao3 rather than here in all honesty. anyways, there may be more reader fics of my fave characters on here possibly, maybe heh. I need to redo my master list too so look out for an account revamp soon possibly! 🫶🏻 Make sure to remember to drink something, eat something, please stay hydrated and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! <33
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You know, I’ve been having a really tough time as of recently. More than usual actually. It’s made me lose my motivation to write or to create any sort of content. I even contemplated deleting tumblr altogether.
But, then I got thinking, when I first started thIs blog I had only been into anime for two months. I came on here, and was excessively overwhelmed by fandom culture. I saw people writing and thought, “Hey, let me give that a try.” So I did. And one of the first things I ever wrote got over 100 notes. I was elated, I couldn’t believe 100 people liked what I wrote enough to not only lIke my post, but reblog it too. Imagine 100 people in one room wIth you, all saying “Hey, this thing you wrote is awesome.” that is a lot of people!
Fast forward to present, two years later, and if a post I make doesn’t hit 1,000 notes, I get so disappointed and down on myself. I start questioning my writing, doubting my abilities as a writer, and it messes with my confidence. But then I went back and I read that first post I made, and I remembered that feeling I had when I got those first 100 notes. It put things into perspective for me. No matter how many notes you have, knowing that even one person appreciated your work is a great feeling, right?
Sure, I’ll still have those moments of self-doubt, getting upset when others easily rack up 10k likes and I feel like my work is being ignored. I’m only human. We all have those moments. But if you're a writer and you’re feeling this way too, know you’re not alone. We all have times when self-doubt creeps up and seems louder than everything else in our minds. It's normal to feel overwhelmed when likes and shares become measures of success or how good you are.
Instead remember what it was like when you first got into the fandom. We often lose sight of these moments. Your journey into fandom and the community and whatever content you choose to create was full of this wonder and amazement, and those first 100 notes you received were a huge achievement.
These days, it's easy to get caught up in chasing bigger numbers, but it helps to step back and appreciate the process. Think about that one person who might read your work and feel inspired or understood. That's truly amazing and can sometimes mean more than a thousand notes.
It's okay to feel down sometimes too, it doesn't mean you're unappreciative. But instead of comparing yourself to others, compare yourself to who you were when you started and look how far you’ve come. Next time you're feeling sad or down or whatever it is, remember those early days and what really matters to you about creating.
To all the writers, artists, content creators out there, keep going. Your voice, your writing, your perspective, is unique and there's always room for your creativity in fandom, whether it reaches one person or one thousand. Keep writing, keep creating, and remember why you started.
@jieloksworld made a post showing hazbin’s character’s phone cases, and i can’t stop thinking about the vee’s
although i haven’t gotten that much of a good look at valentino’s phone case, i love that both vox and velvette’s phone cases are to some extent a reference to the vees.
velvette’s is more obvious, with it literally saying “V3”, which also forms a heart which i think is cute, and vox’s has voxtech’s logo i’m pretty sure
it’s small details like this which make me think that the vees are a lot closer than they appear ig?
i think it’s very obvious that they all equally need each other, and if any of them decided to leave theyd collapse. i’ve seen many people talking about how they don’t really get along and they would definitely betray each other, but i’d love thinking of it in another way. i’d love it if they were actually friends (and lovers in vox and val’s case), that found family type shit. sure, they get irritated at each other sometimes, but they still care about each other.
for example in the last episode, when their watching the extermination. valentino and velvette don’t seem to care much about what’s going on, meaning that vox probably dragged them to watch it with him. but that’s the thing, vox wanted them there with him to watch the extermination. he’s like a dad watching a football game dragging the rest of his family to watch it with him, who just have to deal with his antics. don’t even get me started on them celebrating afterwords and velvette filming them? that’s so cute. i really hope we get more of these moments in the next season.
another example would be during stayed gone. we see valentino and velvette together, albeit on their phone and not interacting at all. but in the entire vee’s building they decided to hang out together while vox was doing god knows what. it’s giving the vibes of when you have your friend over and you’re scrolling through tiktok and showing each other smth every once in a while
idk i’m probably reading way too much into this but i love them so much.
they may be horrible people but they can be horrible people together <3
