I Never Said That I Agree With It? You ASKED Me What's The Moral Thing For Piltover To Do And I ANSWERED.

I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”

Imagine a fic where Wylan was kicked out when his father realised he couldn’t read (so at around eight or nine) and somehow survives in the barrel long enough to befriend Kaz, who is just a year or so older than him. Kaz develops a soft spot for this child who was reborn in the water same as he was, and Wylan essentially becomes his right hand man as Kaz works his way up the dregs and they become inseparable and all that. The rest of the story continues as in canon except Wylan is a bit more of a hardened criminal with less of a conscience and he and Kaz have a closer relationship (+ they’re very protective of each other obviously).

I feel like the Wesper dynamic would be really interesting as well, with Jesper perhaps being the more naive one in this.

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THAT THERE’S A FIC OUT THERE WITH THIS PREMISE BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO READ IT BUT I REALLY DON’T WANT TO WRITE IT 😭

I am consuming a media and you are going to hear about it

❤ ❤ ❤ When anyone asks who the romantic in the relationship is, Draco always sneers and easily responds, “Potter. He’s a great sap.” Harry never objects, just smiles slowly and continues on with whatever it is he’s doing. He ought to protest, but this is a secret he keeps to himself. One day Harry comes home from work and all the pictures he’s been meaning to frame are placed along the mantle of the fire place and along the halls. A few even make a guest appearance in the bedroom. Draco doesn’t say anything and he pretends that he hasn’t done anything at all. Harry smiles and kisses him and says thank you. Draco looks gratified but he never says, ‘You’re welcome’. When gold and red flowers mysteriously appear around the flat, he gives Draco a quizzical look. Draco sniffs and goes back to his book as though nothing strange has occurred. When Harry touches the petals of one of the delicate things, Draco simply says, “Your flat is boring. And ugly.” They leave it at that but Harry grins. After Harry spends the entire day up to his knees in a foul smelling bog, he tells Ron he can’t wait to go home, have a shot of whisky and pass out for the entire weekend. Instead he comes home to two wine glasses and a bottle uncorked, and he decides the wine is much better than the whisky, and the company much better than sleep. When he asks, Draco tells him how he’s been meaning to try this vintage for months. He only brought it out because he was thirsty. Harry has always suspected that his boyfriend is a closet romantic, but it’s confirmed when he falls into a bed full of rose petals. Draco definitely blushes but puts on an air of indifference, as though he didn’t deliberately spread the petals himself. “I thought it would make the room smell better. I know laundering is a foreign concept to you, but your Quidditch clothes are foul,” he says as he shuts the door and Harry kisses him. Neither of them notice the smell of the petals at all. At Christmas they put up decorations together and Draco teases Harry mercilessly for his popcorn garland. He’s drunk on spiked eggnog and keeps stealing Harry’s popcorn before he has a chance to thread it. When he pulls Harry underneath the mistletoe that he’s secretly hung, his face is flushed and he’s smiling like Harry hasn’t ever seen him done before. After they pull away from each other for a breath, Draco says ‘I love you’ in a great rush, as though if he doesn’t say the words fast enough he’ll lose them. Of course Harry kisses him again, before he can ruin the moment. So when people ask who the romantic is, Harry just smiles slowly and keeps quiet. He let’s Draco believe whatever he wants, because he’s a bit afraid if he points it out that Draco will get embarrassed and stop. It’s his own secret that his boyfriend is the biggest romantic he’s ever met, and he likes it that way. So yeah, maybe Harry is a great sap. ❤ ❤ ❤

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how many hoodies can i give this kid

anyone please ask your crush out like this

we are infinite as the universe we hold inside

Mothma

Me describing what six of crows is about

Ok so back in 1800s fake Amsterdam we meet a crime boss who’s been hired to break into Azkaban so he can get the guy who invented wizard cocaine out of prison