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I love that we all post stuff about today being the 21st of September thanks to Earth, Wind and Fire, but it's funny because the lyrics actually say
So, the writer of the song is actually sharing his memories of the night, and he knows that the love they shared in September is real and here to stay.
We should be singing this song in December, lolololol, but nope we're all out here jamming today... ヾ（*⌒ヮ⌒*）ゞ
Last hay cutting, Alfalfa Field, Riverside WA Oct 2014
Grand Champion Photo from 2015 Okanogan County Fair
Hello. I'm wondering if you know of any fics where Harry offers a few hours or a day with him at a charity auction or something, and it's Draco who ends up winning the auction. It could be in the Hogwarts era or post-war.
Hi there, Nonnie! ＼(^▽^＠)ノ
There's really only one that I can recall off the top of my head, but it's a fantastic one!
Summary:
Draco's cock hardens as he looks at the invitation to the charity auction; his golden ticket to one wild night of desperate sex with Potter to get rid of this inexplicable obsession. His heart whispers that one night will never be enough, but Draco is beyond caring. All he knows is that he will pay any price to have Potter over and over again.
I hope you enjoy this one! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
I love that we all post stuff about today being the 21st of September thanks to Earth, Wind and Fire, but it's funny because the lyrics actually say
So, the writer of the song is actually sharing his memories of the night, and he knows that the love they shared in September is real and here to stay.
We should be singing this song in December, lolololol, but nope we're all out here jamming today... ヾ（*⌒ヮ⌒*）ゞ
I just saw a user say that potatoes are a mid level (I guess that's what they meant) food and I have to disagree because potatoes are one of my favorite foods!
So I have to ask-
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I just saw a user say that potatoes are a mid level (I guess that's what they meant) food and I have to disagree because potatoes are one of my favorite foods!
So I have to ask-
If your answer isn't here please say in the Tags!!!
Please reblog for more results :)
I just saw a user say that potatoes are a mid level (I guess that's what they meant) food and I have to disagree because potatoes are one of my favorite foods!
So I have to ask-
If your answer isn't here please say in the Tags!!!
Please reblog for more results :)
This is only our second sighting of a reused item from the silent era - the other being a costume from the 1922 Lorna Doone.
inspired by the boat in the “Grotto of Venus” scene from the opera “Tannhauser”. On its bow, there are two boiseries with images from Boucher’s “Cupid’s Target”.
Bed made for Gaby Deslys, a famous French actress, singer, and dancer.
Source to read more about it
On a quiet morning 79 years ago today, Imperial Japanese forces attacked the United States at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. More than 2,400 Americans were killed and 1,100 more wounded. Twenty-one ships of the Pacific Fleet were sunk or damaged, including the USS Arizona. Shocked and angered by the attack, the country joined the Allied forces to fight World War II, inspired by the call of “Remember Pearl Harbor.” A moving reminder of the service and sacrifice of those who fought, the USS Arizona Memorial is jointly administered by the U.S. Navy and the National Park Service. Photos from the World War II Valor in the Pacific National Monument by National Park Service (@PearlHarborNPS).
Happy Thanksgiving from Old School Science Fiction.
I love that we all post stuff about today being the 21st of September thanks to Earth, Wind and Fire, but it's funny because the lyrics actually say
So, the writer of the song is actually sharing his memories of the night, and he knows that the love they shared in September is real and here to stay.
We should be singing this song in December, lolololol, but nope we're all out here jamming today... ヾ（*⌒ヮ⌒*）ゞ
Molson State Bank, Molson Washington 2014
Reserve Grand Champion Photo Okanogan County Fair 2015
Last hay cutting, Alfalfa Field, Riverside WA Oct 2014
Grand Champion Photo from 2015 Okanogan County Fair
It's a day for somber rememberance, y'all, for thinking about all the service members who have died, not just about celebrating "SUMMER FUN" and vacationing, or drinking all the beers, cocktails, or eating all the hotdogs and burgers you can. Look, I'm not feeling joyous about the "Military Industrial Complex" and all the warmongering happening today either. But that doesn't mean I can't still honor those who have sacrificed themselves the past.
PLEASE, please, just stop saying "Happy" Memorial Day.
OK, then... 👍🏻
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Padma Patil/Pansy Parkinson Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Cal
“Here’s the thing,” he mumbles, letting his fingers slide across the cool floor until they are almost, almost touching Draco’s, holding the eye contact, even as his mouth turns dry and his stomach flips uncontrollably. So close. Draco doesn’t smell like Draco, but he smells good, and it’s too much.
“This has all been pretty weird for me so far, and as there’s every chance that I’m misinterpreting the whole thing, I’m going to need you to spell it out for me,” Harry admits. “Just in case.”
“Please try,” Harry whispers, close enough now to see the flecks of darker grey in Draco’s eyes and to feel the intoxicating heat of each exhalation. Please, he repeats silently.
Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Explicit Language, Sexual Content Summary:
After the war Draco Malfoy has been assigned community service to help atone for his ‘crimes’ He is well used to the graveyard shift at St Mungo’s, but his life is about to change forever after a new patient is brought in for treatment.
Excerpt:
Draco still hadn’t decided what to say, but he abandoned his mop and bucket and headed over to Potter’s bed, as directed. The man wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was staring at the far corner of the ward and muttering to himself, and every so often he would rock a little and clasp his knees tight against his chest.
“Potter?” Draco said, and he was surprised that he actually felt quite distressed to see the other man start violently.
Potter shivered a little and stared hard in his direction, green eyes squinting. Draco couldn’t quite believe it was fear, however, not from this man – the hero of the Wizarding world, who’d never shown fear in his life as far as Draco could remember. Then Draco realised Potter wasn’t wearing his glasses and probably couldn’t see him; his eyes were really bad, weren’t they? And Draco was standing in the gloom of the ward, beyond the warm light of the candles. He moved closer, so that he was illuminated.
“It’s me, Malfoy,” he said, and then, just in case Potter mistook him for his father, he continued. “Draco Malfoy.”
“Malfoy?” Potter’s eyes actually seemed to focus on him for the first time.
“Yeah,” Draco answered.
“Quick,” urged Potter, shifting over on the bed. He patted the covers beside himself. “Come here.” And when Draco didn’t move, Harry said, “Quick, Malfoy, they’re here, in the shadows; hurry or they’ll get you. Quickly!”
“Okay,” Draco replied, moving to sit beside the other man on the bed. Potter was trembling and he grabbed Draco’s wrist with hands as cold as ice.
“You’re safe here, but you mustn’t go into the darkness, Malfoy. Do you understand?”
Draco found that his eyes were stinging with tears. Potter…no, Harry…looked ravaged. His jewel green eyes wore dark circles beneath them and they sparkled with a feverish madness. Harry’s hands were like claws, his fingers digging into Draco’s wrist, his own wrists wrapped in bandages stark white, even against his pale skin, his throat circled in bruises. Draco nodded. “I’ll stay, Harry, don’t worry.”
“Good,” Harry said, licking his lips and staring around them, eyes as wide as ever. “Good, you’ll be safe here, safe. I can’t lose…can’t lose anyone else.”
“You won’t lose me, Harry.”
“I might, if you go into the darkness. They say it’s not safe. But I can’t watch much longer. I’m so very, very tired.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to stay here with you, all night if I have to.”
“You will?” Green eyes shone with hope and gratitude.
“I will, Harry. “
And then they were kissing. Harry was flavoured with the custard they’d had for dinner, but on his lips the taste was sublime. The custard itself had been rather watery and had pooled with the rhubarb in a sludgy mess, although he’d hardly noticed. Draco had long become inured to St. Mungo’s culinary offerings and often wondered if the house-elves who produced it were ruined for service elsewhere. He was certain hospital management wanted patients to return home as rapidly as possible and had decided on serving crap food as the most expedient way of achieving their goals.
Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Explicit Language, Sexual Content Summary:
After the war Draco Malfoy has been assigned community service to help atone for his ‘crimes’ He is well used to the graveyard shift at St Mungo’s, but his life is about to change forever after a new patient is brought in for treatment.
Excerpt:
Draco still hadn’t decided what to say, but he abandoned his mop and bucket and headed over to Potter’s bed, as directed. The man wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was staring at the far corner of the ward and muttering to himself, and every so often he would rock a little and clasp his knees tight against his chest.
“Potter?” Draco said, and he was surprised that he actually felt quite distressed to see the other man start violently.
Potter shivered a little and stared hard in his direction, green eyes squinting. Draco couldn’t quite believe it was fear, however, not from this man – the hero of the Wizarding world, who’d never shown fear in his life as far as Draco could remember. Then Draco realised Potter wasn’t wearing his glasses and probably couldn’t see him; his eyes were really bad, weren’t they? And Draco was standing in the gloom of the ward, beyond the warm light of the candles. He moved closer, so that he was illuminated.
“It’s me, Malfoy,” he said, and then, just in case Potter mistook him for his father, he continued. “Draco Malfoy.”
“Malfoy?” Potter’s eyes actually seemed to focus on him for the first time.
“Yeah,” Draco answered.
“Quick,” urged Potter, shifting over on the bed. He patted the covers beside himself. “Come here.” And when Draco didn’t move, Harry said, “Quick, Malfoy, they’re here, in the shadows; hurry or they’ll get you. Quickly!”
“Okay,” Draco replied, moving to sit beside the other man on the bed. Potter was trembling and he grabbed Draco’s wrist with hands as cold as ice.
“You’re safe here, but you mustn’t go into the darkness, Malfoy. Do you understand?”
Draco found that his eyes were stinging with tears. Potter…no, Harry…looked ravaged. His jewel green eyes wore dark circles beneath them and they sparkled with a feverish madness. Harry’s hands were like claws, his fingers digging into Draco’s wrist, his own wrists wrapped in bandages stark white, even against his pale skin, his throat circled in bruises. Draco nodded. “I’ll stay, Harry, don’t worry.”
“Good,” Harry said, licking his lips and staring around them, eyes as wide as ever. “Good, you’ll be safe here, safe. I can’t lose…can’t lose anyone else.”
“You won’t lose me, Harry.”
“I might, if you go into the darkness. They say it’s not safe. But I can’t watch much longer. I’m so very, very tired.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to stay here with you, all night if I have to.”
“You will?” Green eyes shone with hope and gratitude.
“I will, Harry. “
And then they were kissing. Harry was flavoured with the custard they’d had for dinner, but on his lips the taste was sublime. The custard itself had been rather watery and had pooled with the rhubarb in a sludgy mess, although he’d hardly noticed. Draco had long become inured to St. Mungo’s culinary offerings and often wondered if the house-elves who produced it were ruined for service elsewhere. He was certain hospital management wanted patients to return home as rapidly as possible and had decided on serving crap food as the most expedient way of achieving their goals.
