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Hey Siri do I include more Olde Ways references and possibly religious elements to my Black Brothers angst? Asking for a friend.

Actually yanno what they get it anyways. It works with the whole celestial thing. Just pile on the agony with religious themes and motifs.

This is @HopeDiAngelo from Wattpad and @hopediangelo on Insta, the author of Destined fanfic.

I am having a severe block rn. Please request smn so I can get back into writing...... I can write:

Percy Jackson/ Heroes Of Olympus

Harry Potter

MARVEL

Boku No Hero Academia

I can also try JJK and Demon Slayer but I haven't read even a bit of the manga

Or just make a new character according to your needs?

Oh, and, if you are reading this and ship Percico please check out Destined on WP? Or not, no pressure, I mean! UPDATE: So, I had to unpublish by story due to plagiarism. You can message me here(or in WP or Insta) if you really wanna read it...... here is what I wrote in description if you are interested:

Hi. This is my first work ever, therefore, please excuse my sorry butt for being unexperienced. So, here goes nothing:

Nico felt somewhat empty as he walked towards Will Solace after clearing things up with Percy. He still loved him, even though he had just said otherwise. He didn't want things to be cleared up. He wanted to latch himself to even the last bit of hope left. But he was also scared, scared that he might be left with nothing if he put even a little bit more into the hope. Nothing at all.

I do not own any characters unless I say so. They are all owned by Uncle Rick. I also do not own the art in the cover.

Anyways, have a nice day~

you’ve gotta be kitten me// [n.l.] prologue

summary: Neville decides to be a good friend, and finds himself volunteering to petsit Hermione’s cat while her and Ron go on their honeymoon. After Crookshanks manages to get into Neville’s greenhouse, he finds himself searching for a veterinarian to help the poor kitty with tummy problems. {Muggle!Reader}

warnings: sick kitty, mentions of animal hospital setting, fem!reader

word count: 700+

A/N: Okay so this definitely took way longer than I hoped it would. I live in Texas, so we have been roughing it the last week because of the storm. Hopefully ya’ll enjoy this intro to what I am hoping will be a 2-3 part series coming soon. I’m not sure when the next part will come, but I promise I will try my best to make it worth the wait. :)

“Neville, if you need anything at all just call us using the hotel number on the fridge or call Molly and she can help you figure out what to do. Oh, and the normal cat-sitter’s number is on the fridge if you have anything come up at work or-”

“Hermione, Crookshanks and I will be fine! I can tell he is willing to be a perfectly behaved chap for his favorite Uncle!” Crookshanks let out a less than enthusiastic meow at Neville’s assumption, clearly unhappy with whatever the man was implying.

Hermione let out a groan but was not able to say much more as Ron was pulling her towards the fireplace so they could floo to their honeymoon destination.

“ ’Mione, sweetheart, the cat will be fine with Neville. Now, let’s go before you start experiencing withdrawal over the damn thing!” Ron let out a forced smile, threw the powder into the fireplace, and pulled his bride forward. They disappeared in a cloud of smoke, causing Neville to let out a cough.

“Well, I guess it’s just me and you now, eh?” The cat blinked once, twice, then let out a hiss and strutted away. “Woah bud, don’t get too attached to me, now...”

*****

For the last 24 hours, Neville felt as if he had been walking on eggshells; If he sipped his tea too loudly, the cat would hiss. If he sneezed, two piercing yellowish eyes were trained on him. The only relief he had obtained came from his 8 hours spent at work which were now, to the brunette’s disappointment, coming to an end.

“Crookshanks? Ya still alive mate?” Neville dropped his keys into the tray next to his apartment door and slipped off his loafers.

When he rounded the corner, he felt his heart and lungs drop into his stomach. There lay Crookshanks, sprawled out on the carpet and seemingly having what one could only compare to as a total acid trip. The poor kitten’s eyes were big as saucers, drool was spilling onto the carpet, and his stubby little legs kept rubbing across the floor as if to recreate human touch.

“Bloody’ell, why’s it always gotta be me?” Neville slipped his loafers back on, and quietly managed to pull the cat carrier Hermione left behind from within his closet. “C’mere bud, I promise it’ll be a short ride-”

MREOW.

Long red scratches littered Neville’s left hand, and a surprisingly high whimper left his mouth. “So, I am guessin’ you aren’t taking it easy on me today?”

*****

After a long battle to convince Crookshanks to enter the cat carrier (during which Neville managed to use an entire bottle of catnip spray), Crookshanks was finally contained. Neville had decided against calling Hermione and instead called their usual cat-sitter to ask what vet to bring the loopy cat to.

“Well, I’ve never taken him to Hermione’s vet before, but I can text you the number. Her clinic is down the road from the Diggory’s house, so it shouldn’t be hard to find.”

“Thanks so much, Anna, I’ll be sure to call you if I need anything else!” 

The clearly unamused teen hung up, and Neville decided it was time to move the carrier into the car. Neville, having never owned a cat, had no idea how to put the carrier into the vehicle safely; As a result, the carrier had been heavily covered in 2 seatbelts that were all but knotted around it.

Throughout the whole drive, Crookshanks meowed nonstop. The cat clearly wasn’t a fan of cars (of course, it may have just been that the car belonged to Neville). When he finally pulled up to the vet, he was surprised at how a place he usually thought of as a location for goodbyes looked so peaceful. An elderly woman holding a small chihuahua sat next to the glass door, and a box of treats labeled “take 1 :)” sat on a small stool nearby. As he stepped through the door with the cat in tow, a woman in scrubs behind the counter turned to greet him.

“Hi sir, how may I help you today?”

Neville’s heart leapt into his chest, and he stammered complete nonsense before settling on the words “the cat ate one of my houseplants”.

“Okay sir, fill out these forms and I will bring you into the exam room shortly.” A warm smile was the cause of Neville’s immediate destruction, as he went red in the face and nodded dumbly.

How in Merlin’s name am I gonna get through this?

mirrorball // [g.w.]

sequel to tolerate it

warnings: angst, fem!reader

summary: It’s been 2 weeks since George told you he has a date to the yule ball. As of now, it’s the night before and you are reflecting on your feelings for him and wondering if you can continue as his best friend.

word count: 1.5k

A/N: So, here it is! I am hoping to get this posted as soon as possible for those of you who wanted to see a part 2 to tolerate it. I had a really difficult time deciding on how I wanted to end this, and I really hope it pleases you guys (not sure I’m happy with the ending, but that is to be expected). Sorry in advance for any errors, as this is a one-woman show and I sometimes miss my own mistakes. :) Special thanks to @ajusquishy for being the first to ask about this addition to tolerate it!

*****

I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

The past 2 weeks had been the most difficult time of your life. George had been following Alicia around like a lost puppy, and even Fred was getting sick of it. Oddly enough, it seemed like George couldn’t get through one interaction with you without mentioning the girl’s name.

“Oh Y/N, we decided to match my tie to her dress!”

“Did you know she said I am the cutest quidditch player she has ever met?”

“I’m thinking about asking mum to knit her a sweater this Christmas!”

At first you could handle it. As his best friend of nearly 6 years, it was your job to handle it. Why didn’t that make any of this easier?

There wasn’t a change in George that you had neglected to notice. Hell, your heart dropped when he showed up with a new bruise after quidditch practice. You were the one who had told him to grow his hair out (and damn, was that a good piece of advice). George had even been with you when he chose his first pair of dress robes for merlin’s sake!

Molly Weasley saw you as her stand-in while the boys and Ginny were at Hogwarts. Of course, she didn’t know that George and Fred had grown in their pranking abilities thanks to your sugar-sweet exterior, but that didn’t change the role you played in the Weasley children’s life. You were the responsible friend who also just happened to lead a double life when it came to the twins.  It was thanks to you that they had received only 3 detentions this quarter, and it was their fault that you now had an affinity for “accidentally” leaving dung bombs in the outer pockets of Cormac McLaggen’s bag.

“Hey, Y/N... I haven’t seen you around much. You aren’t avoiding me, are ya?” George’s baritone voice broke you out of your thoughts. He settled his arms on the top of your head, and sighed deeply, letting his head drop. “Fred and I need your help figuring out what the best escape route from the dungeons is.”

“Go ask Lee, he can do some math too.” Yes, you were being harsh, but George’s presence was enough to shatter any semblance of self control you still had left.  “Now, if you excuse me, I have a study date with some ancient runes and Hermione.”

As you stalked out of the common room, George couldn’t bear to bring up how he hadn’t been able to come up with any solid pranks in exactly 14 days.

*****

You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you

Tonight was the night; your hair was curled to perfection, and the gown your mother had sent you was the color of holly. The heels you had strapped on were a matte black dusted with the occasional piece of red glitter. Despite the fact that George was not your date, you couldn’t help my let your thoughts drift to him as you got ready. Would he think you looked pretty? Would he think you looked as good as her?

Lee tapped you on the shoulder, and you steadied yourself before letting him gently grab your hand. “Don’t let that prat get you down. You look like a goddess, Y/N. Now, let’s go show Georgie what he is missing.” 

Lee was a great friend for doing this for you; he knew about your feelings (Fred apparently can’t keep his mouth shut), and immediately became set on helping you get back on your feet. He had become your greatest cheerleader as of late, and claimed that George doesn’t know it, but he definitely has feelings for you.

As you both walked into the great hall, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. There were snowflakes and all types of seasonal decor strung up across the room, and it was almost like the room had transformed into a winter dreamscape. Fred and George had beat you there, already sipping punch with Angelina and Alicia.

“You boys clean up nice.” The twins and Lee let out a chorus of ‘hey’s, clearly displeased with your mockery of their appearances.

“Oi, I was betting 5 galleons that Fred would show up in his trainers...” George’s voice was surprisingly meek, almost as if he was looking for your approval with his jabs towards his brother.

The boys immediately began discussing their plan to spike the punch bowl with firewhiskey, and Angelina and Alicia launched into a conversation about where they had purchased their gowns. You felt more than out of place at this point, and decided to relocate after notifying Lee that you’d be fine on your own for a bit. Almost immediately after, Angelina went to distract McGonagall while Fred and Lee snuck under the table of refreshments.

You went to talk with Hermione and the younger trio, and were drawn into a lesson in muggle dancing.

“No, Ron, that is not how you hit the woah.” (I’m sorry I felt so inclined to include this cuz the image makes me chuckle lol).

“Well, ‘Mione, why don’t you and Y/N show us how this is done then?” Harry and Ron crossed their arms, and Hermione slipped her arm around your shoulders.

“C’mon, Y/N. You look like you could use something fun.” She dragged you onto the dance floor, and you both began dramatically spinning each other to the sound of your wheezing laughter.

If only you had noticed a certain red-headed prankster gazing at you like you had hung the stars in the sky...

*****

You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

Fred and Angelina had taken to the floor as soon as the waltzing began. After watching them twirl to the crescendos of the music, you finally decided enough was enough. All it too was a look at Lee, and he understood what you needed to do. You slipped out of the doors to the great hall, and found yourself wandering amongst the carriages powdered with snow, occasionally stopping to draw shapes into the piles of flakes.

Following five-ish minutes of mucking about, you finally decided to sit on the steps that bridged the courtyard and the hallways. Snowflakes continued floating, but you quickly realized the droplets of water on your face were from small tears and not the weather. Sniffles escaped your nose, and you crossed your arms in a poor attempt to keep warm despite your lack of sleeves.

Out of nowhere, you felt heavy cloth drop onto your bare shoulders.

“Be careful, love. Ya look like you’re halfway to becoming an ice lolly.” George shuffled his long, lanky body onto the steps. You looked at him through your lashes, and he seemed almost squeamish.

“Don’t you have Alicia waiting for you inside? I’m sure she wouldn’t be thrilled to see you out here.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N, I think we have been pretty dense.” Confusion evident on your features, George let his larger hand cover yours. “I didn’t want to ask Alicia. I wanted to ask you.”

“What do you mean? You’ve been talking my ear off about how much you like her for weeks now...”

“I was trying to make you jealous.” Silence overtook the interaction.

“So you’re saying that we both have been blind to our feelings?” 

George let out a small chuckle, and pulled his hand away. To be quite honest, you felt like maybe you had been ignoring the signs: the subtle stares, the extended physical contact, the willingness to be there whenever and wherever you asked him to.

“I think we may want to start over and forget the last few weeks.”

“I think I would quite like that.” You stood up, and brushed the snow off your skirt before extending your hand towards George. “Well, George, the yule ball is in... now... would you like to be my date?”

“I would enjoy that a bunch, Y/N.” He took your hand, and pulled you into his chest. “May have a dance to start off the evening?”

“...There isn’t any music.” You chuckled, but George simply grinned at you before beginning to hum.

“Problem solved. So, may I have this dance?”

“You may.” You dropped your head into the nook of his shoulder, and George began to sway and spin you, leaving 2 pairs of footprints in the snow beneath your feet.

From just beyond your view, Fred, Lee, Angelina, and Alicia let out somewhat of a “oomph” and high-fived each other before turning to go back inside.

Shining just for you.

tolerate it //[g.w.]

Summary: George has always been pretty much in the dark about how you feel about him, yet that hasn’t changed your affections for the ginger-haired boy.

Warnings: Angst, possibly slow burn idk

A/N: Hiya! My blog was pretty dead and I’ve just been reading other’s works on it, but I recently have been pretty torn about starting to write again. I figured that now is as good a time as any, and I hope that anybody who decides to read this enjoys it at least a little. I decided to just write and see where it takes me, so this is probably more of a drabble than anything else. This has not been beta read, and any feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 884

I sit and watch you reading with your head low I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

George had all but stumbled into the gryffindor common room after perhaps one of the most rigorous quidditch practices as of late. The tension practically dripped off his skin as he rolled his shoulders back and let out a deep groan.

“Hey Georgie, your face looks almost as red as your hair. Did you have to outrun Filch on the way back or something?” He mockingly laughed at your sarcasm and dropped down onto the couch next to you.

“Nah, we all know Filch can’t run nearly fast enough to tire me out. It’s just Oliver has been a bloody prat since the house cup is coming up...” George wiped his hand across his forehead, gathering the beads of sweat making their way across his hairline.

You giggled, and settled into a comfortable silence as you continued to study. George’s head hung down as he settled into the couch, seemingly lulled into a sleepy state by the intermittent turning of pages. Deciding to sneak a glance at the redhead, you looked up and were greeted by the sight of George’s head bobbing up and down, his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll go sneak us some biscuits from the kitchen. You look too tired to go all the way to the great hall anyways.” George nodded, and heaved himself off of the plush cushions.

“Remind me to have mom send you some cinnamon twists, you deserve them for taking care of me so well.” You giggled, and the two of you parted ways. You nearly sprinted to the kitchen, hoping that you could use up some energy and force your heart to calm down now that George was gone.

*****

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait

“Awww, what’cha drawing, Y/N?” Fred made a grab for the sketchbook nestled in your lap, clearly egged on by the laughter of his twin brother and Lee.

“Fred. Give it back.” The way your voice rose shocked the three boys to their cores; In all the time they had known you, you never raised your voice at them. It didn’t matter if you were being used as a means of making a joke, you usually simply giggled and brushed it off. 

Fred turned away from you, and immediately realized why you wanted to keep the book out of his hands. On the open page, you had drawn his younger brother in astonishing detail. Every line was light, yet strategically placed as if you had spent hours painstakingly sketching the boy out. Fred decided it was a better choice to close the book and pass it back to your flushed figure.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. It was only a joke.” Fred stammered, and immediately staggered to place his hands on George and Lee’s broad shoulders. “Why don’t you boys go grab some skiving snackboxes from the dorm, and I’ll give Y/N here a nice shoulder rub for causing her so much grief.”

George and Lee simply chuckled and walked away, the swish of their robes breaking the awkward silence forming between Fred and you.

“You can’t tell George.”

“How long, Y/N?” He dropped next to you on the grass, placing his large hand on your knee as a sign of comfort.

“Look... It’s just a small crush, I’ve had it since 5th year. It’ll probably be gone by the summer. Just please, don’t bring it up.” You dropped your gaze and focused on pulling strands of grass from the area around your ankles. The ferocity with which you tugged on the green blades suggested all Fred needed to know, and he dropped the subject, deciding to focus on moving to knead your tense shoulders instead.

*****

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

“Y/N, you won’t believe who I just asked to the yule ball!” George practically pounced on you from behind, ripping your focus from the potions essay you were currently writing.

Your heart immediately dropped, but you forced a smile on your face. “Who’s the lucky bird, Georgie?”

“Alicia! I mean, we are just going as mates, but who knows what this could lead to... Maybe I won’t end this year without a gal to send some letters to this summer, if you catch my drift.”

You could always send me letters...

“Well, that’s great for you George! I bet you will make a great couple, even if it is just for the dance for now.” You slammed your notebook shut, and began to gather your things. “Hopefully you both have fun at the ball.”

George noticed your lack of enthusiasm for his small victory, but brushed it off as jealousy seeing as you had no date for the ball yet.

“Hey, Y/N, you know I could always set you up with Lee or one of the lads, right? It’s what best friends do, after all!” The ginger’s voice carried through the common room, but what he couldn’t see was the fat droplets of tears rolling down your cheeks.

Best friends...

hello! i see you're open for requests :) may i please ask for an ootp harry potter x ravenclaw!reader where they're dating and have barely time for each other because of the different schedules they have, reader was so busy and harry is pissy about it and thinks that reader is not paying him attention anymore, just another clingy and needy harry :D

Okayyyy well I am hufflepuff but I will do my best to embrace ravenclaw for this darling hope it’s alright for you - Love C 🐾

Newts, all anyone could think of.

The final exams of their hogwarts careers where right around the corner and y/n was studying. Day in day out when not in class or at meals the library is where they could be found. And due to the heavy studying and the different schedules because of the different house y/n and Harry had been spending very little time together.

Although both of them new it couldn’t be helped Harry was getting annoyed but the lack of attention his significant other had given to him. For two weeks the most he had seen of them was at meal times and a quick kiss before they seperated for different activities. He hadn’t even see them after quidditch practice.

He had had enough, and so had his freinds. They were sick of his constant wining for you, and at the first chance they got ensured you too couldn’t get away from one another.

It was a crisp early Saturday morning and you were hidden under piles of notes due to the up coming exams, wanting nothing more than to just finish this final chapter on bowtruckles so you could take a break for some breakfast.

Meanwhile, Ron and hermione were both rolling There eyes harder than they ever had before as Harry would stop talking about you. He was pissed all he wanted was attention form his partner but thy never got the chance anymore.

“Right thats it I’ve had enough” hermione said getting up in a huff and beginning to storm out the great hall

“No,no please come on mione please don’t leave me with him” Ron yell after her wondering where she was actually going

“What’s up with her” Harry said visibly confused by the outburst and wondering what his friend was doing.

“You, have been going on about y/n for weeks now man, bloody hell man do you even know how to talk about anything else?” They both chuckled at this and Harry half heartedly apologised. Both of them wondering where hermione had gone but mutually agrr

.....

Meanwhile back In the library, you had never been do pleased to see hermione within 20 minutes you had completed fantastic beasts and where to find them. And were ready for either food or sleep you no longer truely cared.

Hermione however had other ideas practically dragging you to griffindor common room and throwing you in and pulling a extremely confuse Ron out.

“Princess/Prince/ (non binary term for royalty) ?”

“Harry!”

“Darling!” Harry shot up from his seat on the large couch strongly tightly around you as he buried his face in your neck smothering kisses everywhere.

“ I’ve missed you so much” he whispered eyes going glassy but he refused to reveal it as he hid his neck further into you.

“It’s only been two weeks my love and I’ve seen you every meal time” you reply gently combing through his hair tugging every now and then just how he liked it.

“Still too long, and that isn’t enough” was the reply you received as you squealed because of him lifting you into his arms.

“So now you are not moving, ever again you are mine!” He grumbled situating you on the couch then laying himself on top of you arms pulled tight around you and head on your chest. Finally feeling peace wash over him once again.

“ I think I can live with that “

Hope you guys enjoyed I thought this was really cute please send requests- love C 🐾

Heyy its me again haha. It is totally fine dont worry about it. Then maybe smut/fluff with harry? Where he is acting all clingy while in public all the hugs hand holdings hand in thigh sitting on his lap kind of stuff but not able to continue it for too long? and oh the the intense eye contact omg! Then he catches reader alone and you know where it leads lol

Ohhhhhhhh I love this idea x

Alone time

Harry had been clingy all day, all the damn day

a hand on your thigh at breakfast, you sat securely in his lap hands wrapped strongly around you, the things he whispered too you that where not all appropriate for snapes classes. Which was strange as you knew he was never this full on with pda, he was normally the one to keep it as minimal as possible

However today seemed to be vastly different, every time hermione or Ron would open a new conversation, they would receive a death glare from your boyfriend. Walking to class your hands where closely clasped together never letting you out of his reach for a second longer than he had too.

By the time lunch had rolled round Harry had become far more intense. Hugs tighter and longer than needed, hands much higher on your thigh than appropriate for the great hall. When your group headed back to the common room Harry had you immediately back on his lap. Whilst glaring at his two friends for sitting down as well.

Harry kept attempting to persuade them to leave however his attempts where ruined by your want to kept up the conversation you where having. The glare Harry was sporting only intensified, and every time you would turn to look at him your eye contact would hold for seconds longer than needed due to the lust he held in his eyes.

After around twenty minutes of talking hermione respectfully left the common room going to the library to study for her newts even though they were not coming for months.

Ron had then suggested going to the quidditch pitch however you and Harry both declined saying you had homework to do yourselves.

The second Ron had left the room Harry shot up like a bat out of hell his lips attacked you neck. Harry pushed you against the nearest wall he could find, feverishly attacking you with kisses

“Harry!” You said out of breath, but not exactly repulsed by the situation.

“What the hell has gotten into you”

“Please y/n I need you I’ve needed you since I woke up” he said hooking you thighs around his waist as you clothed cunt harshly rubbed against his trousers.

“Well if you want me that bad” you smiled jumping down from his waist but leaning in close to his ear

“ your room or mine” you smiled

Hope you guys enjoyed please tell me if you want a part 2 to this or any other requests you have have a good night guys - love C 🐾

Even though Charlie's Christmas present was already packed and ready, Molly couldn't ignore the fire in her son's eyes while he pleaded for a toy dragon as if it's a true treasure.

She couldn't even imagine how this silly little toy would determine Charlie's entire future.

Happy birthday, Charlie!

Christmas of 1971 was rather busy for Arthur and Molly as they welcomed their firstborn, William Arthur Weasley, about a month earlier.

Despite exhausting and knowing that little Bill won't be able to appreciate his surroundings, Molly still made sure to decorate the house.

Of course, it was obvious for Arthur that his wife grabbed onto her usual Christmas routine like a lifeline. All the changes in the past year were stressful enough and, of course, it's going to get easier eventually. But for now, he let her enjoy a moment aside from being a mom and made sure to not burst Molly's holiday bubble as long as it was possible with a newborn baby.

First Christmas as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley

The Burrow, 1969

I don't have any new art for y'all yet, so we gonna talk about random stuff that my brain thinks is important to mention.

Did you notice usernames here??

Percy uses his full name. What else to expect from him right? It's adorable though

Wood makes sure everybody knows he's a captain.

Lee agitates people to Be Lee because he's happy to be himself, but like he also loves bees. They're fluffy and do bzzz

George goes with Gred + weasel + bee as a link to Lee, ADORABLE RIGHT? Also, it's a small reference to Weatherby

Fred is a bit simpler. No time to think about the username. Gotta go, gotta move, HAVE TO DO THINGS BUSY

Ron just explored Don Corleone thanks to Hermione and also he thinks it sounds cool and terminator-ish. Honestly, I can't express what I meant in words, I just feel that he'd mix up a weird salad and maybe use some things wrong, and only he understands his chain of thoughts and what's so wow about this nickname

Ginny is just the one and only. Period.

p.s. I REALLY hope that I use Gred and Feorge right, I believe they use them linked to the first letters of their names because the original joke line was about them not being able to remember their names and that's why they need letters on their sweaters as a reminder. Please if I'm dumb just let me be, save me from embarrassment.

p.p.s Ron uses this emoji because he's not comfortable with witnessing his siblings' in PDA kind of situations and he's quick to imagine things that he never ever wants to imagine. I guess he's a bit dense when it comes to his siblings. I believe it's in his character to think that they idk play games when they're alone with their partners. He wouldn't think they could hold hands/cuddle/kiss etc. So it's basically a shock for him every time. And he's not really good with expressing emotions, so this is what we have. Puking face ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm not deep into Ron's character, just my vision of him based on nothing, yep

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE

I'm so proud of this lol. Should I make more fake insta pages? I had lots of fun

Also, if you have any ideas for hp fanart, you're welcome. I'm focused on weasels and griffindorks of the golden era rn, but I don't mind some slytherins. If you're willing to share your thoughts and ideas on glee, you're my bff and I love you. Please give me more glee. I love glee. I live for glee. Glee.

p.s. Sorry if I made any mistakes, I'm not native and tried my best

George couldn't quite figure out why it was so hard to talk with Lee about this girl. He desperately wanted to share some important news about his love life with his best friend, as they always did. It used to be fun and easy. Just two mates talk about their crushes and tease the hell out of each other. But, for some reason that he couldn't understand yet, now it felt wrong. He felt like a betrayer.

Lee wanted to be a good friend to George. Each time they talked about Gee's new girlfriend, he listened closely, smiled when he was supposed to, and ignored a burning pain in his chest. He desperately wanted to give all his support to the boy he cared about so much, as he always did, but he only managed to fake it. For the reason he knew all too well, everything has changed. He was a betrayer now.

Ah, teenage love. I'm sorry.

Never tried to tell a story through animation before. It's rough and more like a few looped frames than an actual animation, but I'm proud I managed to do something. I was looking at animation for a long time now, but couldn't figure out what I want to show or say. Not like I know now, but at least I made a move.

Hope y'all like it because I'll make a few more.

p.s. If someone wants to write a proper fic, please do! We all need some new Glee content

Serotonin delivery for all wonderful people here

GLEE MY LOVES

I did a redraw because I can and why not

I love them so much, I don't even know why they make me so happy

Lee with an eyebrow piercing is my absolute everything

Swear I have more

Also, hello and welcome new peeps! I hope y'all staying safe and hydrated and do whatever people have to do to get through another day. It's ok if you don't though, in that case, I send some support your way. Anyways, I love and appreciate everyone here

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE

I'm so proud of this lol. Should I make more fake insta pages? I had lots of fun

Also, if you have any ideas for hp fanart, you're welcome. I'm focused on weasels and griffindorks of the golden era rn, but I don't mind some slytherins. If you're willing to share your thoughts and ideas on glee, you're my bff and I love you. Please give me more glee. I love glee. I live for glee. Glee.

p.s. Sorry if I made any mistakes, I'm not native and tried my best