Show me the stars

I can picture it so clearly… Draco sits at his desk, leaning forward, chin in one hand. In his other hand, he holds a photo of an ornate bathtub in a gilt frame. It is filled with bubbles that shimmer gently through all the colors of the rainbow. A gentle smile flits across Draco’s face as he gazes warmly at the photo. Across the room, Harry is the girlfriend in “distracted boyfriend” meme.

happy mermay to this beautiful mermai-- what do you mean that's a seal. that's literally a mermaid look at her

"We've all got to be fighting that fight every day."

“Harry, please walk me through this again,” Draco said, after taking a large gulp of tea.

“Why?” Harry asked sheepishly.

“Because I need to hear it a second time and compare your statements, so I can figure out what happened inside your brain that led to this.”

“But you said—”

“Yes. Tell me, word for word, what I said this morning before you left for work.”

Harry swallowed. “You said, ‘Darling, bring the bonding agent on your way home.’”

“So you did hear me, and you managed to remember it, too. Well done.” Draco took a deep breath. “So why is he here?” he asked, his voice rising in pitch as he pointed at the elderly man in purple robes, who smiled gently at them from a kitchen chair.

“He’s the bonding agent.”

“Hello,” the man offered.

“Ah, ah, ah. You stay out of this,” Draco tutted, before taking Harry’s hands in his. His expression softened in a way that somehow made Harry feel worse. “You sweet thing, explain to me why you brought a Ministry officiant into our house.”

“He’s the bonding agent,” Harry repeated. “I asked Pansy what you could have meant by that, and she sent me to his office.”

“You didn’t question her? You immediately believed that was what I’d asked for?”

“Well, you love me?” Harry tried, heat creeping up his neck and firmly settling in his cheeks.

“Quite.” Draco smiled at him, honest and fond enough that Harry’s stomach gave a smitten little swoop. “Did you ask anyone else?”

“Well, yes. I asked Ron if Pansy was setting me up, because she’d been cackling, and Ron said, ‘She’d never, mate.’”

Draco closed his eyes.

“Should I leave?” the officiant asked carefully.

“Shush,” Draco hissed at him, then turned back to Harry. “Ronald was being sarcastic, and Pansy did, in fact, set you up.”

“Oh.”

“I was asking for a bottle of this, darling.” Draco pointed at the empty container of Apothecary's Premium Bonding Agent 460MT sitting on their kitchen table.

Harry looked at it. Then at the officiant. Then back at Draco.

“Oh,” he said again, because it seemed to cover a lot of ground.

“Gentlemen,” the officiant said, rising slowly from his chair, “if I’m not needed, this is well past my usual hours, and I’d—”He stopped when Draco pinned him in place with a glittering look.

“I’d much prefer it if you stayed a moment longer,” Draco said, still holding Harry’s hands, “and married me to this impossible man, who may, entirely by accident, have had a stroke of genius.”

"Pride Night", Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Scott Hunter [Hudson Williams, Connor Storrie, Francois Arnaud] from Heated Rivalry, the original cover from the [REDACTED] zine

Mar 2026

This is a several layer work. First, I found three blank jersey templates and redesigned the Metros/Raiders/Admirals jerseys into a pride format. I then found a reference pic of three men standing next to each other wearing jerseys. I used inkscape to photoshop the jerseys onto the reference pic, and then photoshopped Hudson, Connor, and Francois's faces into place.

I then ran it through my process of playing with vectorising/lighting/overlaying watercolour textures and stock images, isolating the lines, drawing in more lines (don't look too closely at their numbers or their feet because I almost messed them up a few times). I blurred the letters because it's meant to look like a painting, I removed the lines from the Raiders icon because it was too busy, and then overlaid everything.

Believe it or not, the reflection on the ice was the hardest part of this. And if you still fucking think this is AI, just go ahead and block me already because I'm over trying to prove myself to everyone.

'“The U.S. Army brought the leading citizens of Ohrdruf to tour the facility, which turned out to be part of the Buchenwald network of concentration camps. A U.S Army colonel told the German civilians who viewed the scenes that they were to blame. One of the Germans replied that what happened in the camp was 'done by a few people,’ and ‘you cannot blame us all.’ And the American, who could have been any one of our grandfathers, said 'This was done by those that the German people chose to lead them, and all are responsible.'" "The morning after the tour, the Mayor of Ohrdruf killed himself. And maybe he did not know the full extent of the outrages that were committed in his community, but he knew enough. And we don't know exactly how ICE will use this warehouse. But we know enough. I ask you to consider what the Mayor of Ordruf might have thought before he died. Maybe he felt like a victim. He might have thought 'How is this my fault? I have no jurisdiction over this.' Maybe he would have said, 'This site was not subject to local zoning, what could I do?' But I think, when he reflected on the suffering that occurred at this camp, just outside of town, that those words would have sounded hollow even to him. Because in his heart he knew, as we do, that we are all responsible for what happens in our community.”

Arizona Right Watch also posted a video of within the warehouse.

I recommend watching it.

This, this is the first time I've seen a concentration camp before it became a concentration camp.

This is the first time I've seen a place and known that people are going to be tortured there, that people are going to die horribly there. If it's not stopped.

We have to stop it. We just don't have any other choice.

You may have seen pictures of concentration camps after they were liberated, but this is the first time you've seen a concentration camp before it became one.

You saw photos of an atrocity you couldn't do anything about.