I Bet Her Fingers Touch All The Right Places

ellie + hands bc im gay

I wanna be that CEO that pays their employees 70K a year like that white guy I be seeing all over the Internet. I can’t remember his name.

I’m not gonna be like Jeff Bezos but I do wanna be a multimillionaire 😂😂😂

omg at the ellie wardrobe ask this what her closet looks like in my head low-key

omg i wish it looked like this in my head… like she’d look so good 💗 unfortunately this is how i see her dressing 😐

House for a Painter by DTR_studio architects

EMMA D'ARCY as TOMMY THE TALENT (2023) dir. Thomas May Bailey

harry is scuffed converse, glasses constantly slipping down his nose, socks sagging from too many wears and eyes drooping from another late night. he’s the smell of broomstick polish and a crisp autumn morning, the rustle of leaves in dimly lit woods, sunlight dappling the floor golden. he’s the incessant tapping of a foot, tap tap tap tap tap tap, waiting for something but not knowing what. he’s an early morning run in the cold february air, lungs burning, eyes streaming, soul on fire. he’s a small smile that shows so much, a twinkle of the eyes that requires nothing said at all. he’s nights spent in a room alone, throwing spells against the wall, working and working and pushing and pushing. he’s warmth, yet distance. soft edges but biting teeth. anything and everything, wrapped into one; a myriad of emotion and feeling and fire that never ever seems to extinguish.

hermione is oxfords tied exactly twice, deep brown and shining. she’s the breeze in october, cool yet full of warmth, of faded reds and golds and browns twirling in the air. she’s running a finger down the spine of an old book, the creaking of aged, yellowing pages. she’s sunlight streaming through an opened window, illuminating the dust as it falls to the floor, floating and sparkling and almost magical. she’s holding a too hot cup of tea in mittened hands, the crunch of twigs underneath fraying boots, the rustle of leaves that have been silent for far too long. she’s nights spent in the biggest, oldest, coziest couch, papers scattered haphazardly, quill in mouth, biting biting biting, hands flitting from page to page and word to word, eyes bleary yet bright. she’s something steady, yet ever moving, wheels turning round and round and round, never pausing too long until the next idea, next destination, next task. she’s knowing that once, twice, is never enough to get it right. a grand idea tied neatly into a small, paper wrapped package, sensible yet never fanciful.

ron is bare feet curled into soft sand. he’s the crackle of a fire on low heat, just bright enough to illuminate every dip and rise of those huddled around, basking in its warmth. he’s the soft sun in may, illuminating and bright but never blinding. he’s a warm hand clasped around a wrist, a steady hand firm on a shoulder, felt but never seen. he’s the smell of freshly baked bread, of waking up to pancakes and the sound of voices laughing down the stairs. he’s sunlight through blinds, casting lines of light throughout the room, bright as day yet soft, never harsh or unyielding. he’s the feeling of laying in the grass, staring up at the clouds as they roll through a light, ever blue sky. he’s head in one hand, staring out the window and imagining new worlds and knights in shining armor and princesses high in castles as a voice in the background drones on and on and on, fading into white noise. he’s so much, yet never too much, a guiding light in the darkness, something almost like home, warmth in a sea of cold.

LGBTQ+P(otters)

Ginny: Do you ever think about how two thirds of our kids are queer? Like, I get it "born this way," but at a certain point it's just genetics.

Harry: And that doesn't even include Ted. We're raising the bloody rainbow.

Ginny: Exactly! We're gay nature and nurture.

Harry: I like to think of myself as the Nurture

Ginny: Fuck off, Potter! You have a crush on not one but TWO of my brothers.

Harry: N-not true.

Ginny: Really? I've yet to see you have a conversation with Bill without blushing and don't get me started on your weekly dates with Ronald.

Harry: Ohh... I thought for sure you were talking about Charlie.

Ginny: CHARLIE TOO?

Harry: He's strong, caring and hangs out with Dragons - an all-around catch.

Ginny: I feel I've made point.

Harry: Truth or Dare. Fifth year. Padma Patil.

Ginny: OH YEAH! *Grins* No regrets!

Owl from Lily: Mum, Dad I need to talk to you about something over winter hols. I'm ok. I'm not hurt or anything and i'm pretty sure you won't care but... It's important.

Harry:

Ginny:

Harry: I'll get the flags!

Ginny: You know, it's likely both of us.

Harry: Yup.

As readers we only know what Harry notices/pays attention to, and although we have no idea what color Cho’s eyes are or what Zacharias Smith’s voice sounds like, we know a lot about Draco Malfoy. Consider. We know:

His hair is blond. But not just blond. It’s a particular, white-blond color that gleams in the sunlight. 

And very sleek, but loose enough that it falls around his face if he moves around vigorously enough.

He has grey eyes. Not just grey, but specifically light grey.

Harry also frequently describes them as glittering or sparkling. 

He presumably has a sweet tooth as he gets regular sweets packages from home delivered by his eagle owl.

He has very pale skin which takes on a grayish tinge when he’s sickly.

He tends to narrow his eyes when he’s angry.

He doesn’t blush when he’s embarrassed but he does flush - just enough to give his skin a faint pink tinge. 

He tends to move his hands a lot when talking animatedly. 

His speech has a very specific drawling cadence and tone that makes his voice easily recognizable (to Harry at least).

This is all in canon.

Meanwhile, even though Harry and Ron are together practically 24/7 for seven years, we only find out that Ron’s eyes are blue halfway through Deathly Hallows. 

friendship IS romance : 1. / 2. / 3. fleabag / 4. / 5. / 6. / 7. / 8. a little life, hanya yanagihara  / 9. / 10. 

every single life matter.

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