Listen, I know Drarry is like "Enemies to Lovers" and all that shit, but you know what I adore? Soft Drarry. Just them being Soft. That stage of their relationship after the war where they don't know who they are to each other anymore. Don't know who they are in general. Sitting together in silence in an empty corner because they both want to get away from the whispers and the stares. Harry liking Draco's company because it doesn't make him feel special, because Draco doesn't praise him or pity him. Because Draco makes him feel normal. Draco feeling comfortable around Harry because it seems like Harry is the only one who's truly forgiven him, even after everything. Drarry contrasting each other is fun, but Drarry relating to each other is better. Drarry holding each other because they're both fucked up and when they're together it almost seems like it doesn't matter. Drarry being Drarry in the softest way possible.
i want to kiss every single inch of her face while i tell her how pretty she is and then kiss her chapped but plump lips and have a disgusting makeout session with a lot of tongue
PIXEL ART
a great way to memorise characteristics of elements!!
Chemical Elements as Humans by Brightside
Zainab Aamir
A wee thing from the Drarry Hanahaki thing I am working on! I’m not sure if I’ll ever end up posting it fully but I thought it was pretty cool!
General tw for hanahaki-related shenanigans, throwing up and coughing.
He breathes and it feels like drowning, in an ocean of leaves instead of water. He swallows and it feels like dying, a thousand lacerations made from a thousand thorns, the taste of petals bitter and cloying against his tongue. He used to hate the taste of blood but now he thinks he would prefer it. Anything over the scent of perfume, sweet and dry and overpowering, chalky against his tongue.
His ribs ache with the force of his hacking. The petals that fall from his mouth are different now, stained pink and damp, overflowing from his outstretched hands where he tried to catch them all. They spill down onto the floor like water and Draco tries to suppress another shiver as it claws from underneath his chest.
When the shaking stops Draco remains hunched over, each beat of his heart a throbbing reminder of the fire in his veins. When he manages to uncurl his body from the floor another wave of pain hits him and he has to clench his teeth to prevent a moan from slipping out. His mouth tastes like blood and flowers, life and death mixed together and he supresses a laugh at the thought.
THE LAST OF US PART II → 6/∞
sherlock with forlorn eyes
or the times that sherlock’s eyes say more than his words tell us
hi! just wanted to share this cause she’s so 😫
omg do u know who made this ????? woahhhshshjsis