My Girls 💌

I would really like this trend of donation scammers sending anons to stop. I block them yet they still send anons. It's very annoying.

sharing this gift for @faiell :3

some angsty forced bond 8th year muejeje

Wanted to draw a third, a fourth and a fifth page for this but guess not :D Ran out of steam. But luckily you all have exquisite imagination!

last night i dreamt tumblr added like a billion buttons to the mobile app so instead of this

we got this

and everyone just rolled with it but sometimes the wide naruto got too wide and blocked off all the other buttons and people would just post "got naruto'd again :/" and the only way to reset him was to log out and log back in

The Graduation

ITS THAT TIME….

rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy

I’m sure someone somewhere has made this joke already, but this has been in my head for ages begging to be drawn, so.

(yes, NHS is the one asking.)

Going to see children and adolescents dance badly, play ball badly, sing badly, play recorder badly because they are young: YES! YOU ARE LEARNING! INCREDIBLE!

Microfic May: “Pathetic”

Day 4 of the unofficial Microfic May by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean Thank you to @the-forbidden-forest for the alpha read!

“You’re pathetic,” Draco says. But there’s no bite to it. It’s not like how he’d said it in school, when he’d made a sport of riling Harry up, of looking down on him and his friends. Not like in Auror training—paired together as equal-opportunity punishment by a boss who disliked them both—when they’d taken the one upmanship to a new level, but somehow Draco always seemed to best him, spurring Harry to keep aiming higher. It’s not even tenderly mocking, like on their wedding day, tears streaming down Harry’s face after Draco had slipped the band onto his finger. “Pathetic,” Draco repeats, barely a whisper, as he hooks his chin over Harry’s shoulder to gaze down at the sleeping bundle in Harry’s arms. “How long have you been sitting here?” “Since he fell asleep. I just can’t put him down,” Harry admits, running the pad of his finger under the fold of blanket to reveal the face of their newborn son, nestled inside. Draco sighs into the curve of his neck.“I love you.” “That," Harry says softly, not a bit of bite to it, "is because you’re just as pathetic for me as I am for you."

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