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'Euphoria' Actor Angus Cloud Dies At Age 25
Angus Cloud, the actor who played Fez on the HBO series “Euphoria,” has died at age 25, his family said in a statement on Monday.
“It is with the heaviest heart that we had to say goodbye to an incredible human today,” Cloud’s family said in a statement to TMZ, which first reported his death.
Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/OMC Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, OCs, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Drug Abuse, Drug Addiction, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Self-Hatred, Anxiety, Social Anxiety, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Survivor Guilt, Implied/Referenced Suicide (not Harry or Draco), Suicidal Thoughts, Slurs, Loneliness, Promiscuity, Dubious Consent (due to Drugs & Alcohol), implied unsafe sex, Drinking & Talking, Talking, Music, Inspired by Music, Clubbing, Harry Potter in the Muggle World, Draco Malfoy mends Magical Artifacts, Same-Sex Marriage, Morning Cuddles, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Musical References, News Media, Daily Prophet (Harry Potter), Phobia | Nothing But Thieves, Unreliable Narrator, Non-Linear Narrative, H/D Wireless 2021, Samhain, magical objects, Genealogy, Drugs & Talking, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Addiction, Obsession, Love, Erectile Dysfunction, Panic Attacks, Mention of Panic Attacks, Mention of blood, Mention of Animal Slaughter, Discussion of Animal Rights, Mention of Livestock Sacrifices
H/D Wireless 2021 fic! Song: Phobia - Nothing But Thieves
The thrill of a familiar nervousness blooms in Harry’s chest, both familiar because it’s Draco Malfoy, but mainly because there are enough cases in which it is hard to figure out if a bloke is into men or not. Luckily, Harry hardly ever had any bad experiences with men who were not into other men at all, but sometimes it’s hard to read the signs especially with this visceral euphoria he’s feeling which, as he well knows, comes from the coke and the alcohol.
And in this case, it’s hard to tell. If looks are anything to go by, Draco does look a lot like he used to, back at school. He’s still ridiculously young in appearance, eyes, skin, and hair pale against his black clothes; if Harry didn’t know that they are born the same year, he would guess that he has a couple years on Draco. His shoulders are broad and taper down to his narrow waist and hips, incredibly skinny in tight jeans. Does he look or dress or talk like he could be gay? Harry can’t tell. But in his experience, most disinterested would have firmly, politely lost the touch had he laid a hand on their shoulder.
They both laugh while rearranging their positions on the settee, and possibly Draco feels just as clumsy as Harry. When they face each other, arms meeting on the backrest, their hands squeezing each other’s forearms, Harry leans forward to put his lips on Draco’s, chaste, testing.
Draco smells of woodsy cologne and his lips feel like velvet. His lips look thin and his whole posture rigid, but as soon as Harry takes off his spectacles, and they shift closer to each other, his body against Harry’s own moves, pliable and responsive to his touch. Harry’s eyelids stay closed to savour the feeling of the touch and the humid heat of their mouths. But when he blinks, an odd, numbed realisation dawns in him that it is indeed Draco Malfoy he’s kissing, and it’s both funny and just- so unlikely and in some ways a little wrong.
“I like the long hair on you,” Draco whispers. He cards a hand through it, denied halfway by the strands trapped in Harry’s bun. When he pulls off the hairband, the knot untangling into a mess of shoulder-length black strands, Draco starts massaging his head with both hands and, bloody hell, does it feel nice. Harry can’t remember the last time someone touched him so reverently and patiently when the part of the attentions wasn’t his prick or his arse.
A tingly wave of Draco’s magic streams over his scalp and down his spine, eliciting a groan emanating from deep within his throat. “Sweet Jesus,” he moans, angling his head for Draco to massage his nape. Just a second ago, his erection was straining against jeans, but now Harry feels far too relaxed for the urgency of that. He shifts closer to Draco until he’s in his arms, Draco’s hands a reliable pressure against his skull and shoulders.
Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/OMC Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, OCs, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Drug Abuse, Drug Addiction, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Self-Hatred, Anxiety, Social Anxiety, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Survivor Guilt, Implied/Referenced Suicide (not Harry or Draco), Suicidal Thoughts, Slurs, Loneliness, Promiscuity, Dubious Consent (due to Drugs & Alcohol), implied unsafe sex, Drinking & Talking, Talking, Music, Inspired by Music, Clubbing, Harry Potter in the Muggle World, Draco Malfoy mends Magical Artifacts, Same-Sex Marriage, Morning Cuddles, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Musical References, News Media, Daily Prophet (Harry Potter), Phobia | Nothing But Thieves, Unreliable Narrator, Non-Linear Narrative, H/D Wireless 2021, Samhain, magical objects, Genealogy, Drugs & Talking, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Addiction, Obsession, Love, Erectile Dysfunction, Panic Attacks, Mention of Panic Attacks, Mention of blood, Mention of Animal Slaughter, Discussion of Animal Rights, Mention of Livestock Sacrifices
H/D Wireless 2021 fic! Song: Phobia - Nothing But Thieves
The thrill of a familiar nervousness blooms in Harry’s chest, both familiar because it’s Draco Malfoy, but mainly because there are enough cases in which it is hard to figure out if a bloke is into men or not. Luckily, Harry hardly ever had any bad experiences with men who were not into other men at all, but sometimes it’s hard to read the signs especially with this visceral euphoria he’s feeling which, as he well knows, comes from the coke and the alcohol.
And in this case, it’s hard to tell. If looks are anything to go by, Draco does look a lot like he used to, back at school. He’s still ridiculously young in appearance, eyes, skin, and hair pale against his black clothes; if Harry didn’t know that they are born the same year, he would guess that he has a couple years on Draco. His shoulders are broad and taper down to his narrow waist and hips, incredibly skinny in tight jeans. Does he look or dress or talk like he could be gay? Harry can’t tell. But in his experience, most disinterested would have firmly, politely lost the touch had he laid a hand on their shoulder.
They both laugh while rearranging their positions on the settee, and possibly Draco feels just as clumsy as Harry. When they face each other, arms meeting on the backrest, their hands squeezing each other’s forearms, Harry leans forward to put his lips on Draco’s, chaste, testing.
Draco smells of woodsy cologne and his lips feel like velvet. His lips look thin and his whole posture rigid, but as soon as Harry takes off his spectacles, and they shift closer to each other, his body against Harry’s own moves, pliable and responsive to his touch. Harry’s eyelids stay closed to savour the feeling of the touch and the humid heat of their mouths. But when he blinks, an odd, numbed realisation dawns in him that it is indeed Draco Malfoy he’s kissing, and it’s both funny and just- so unlikely and in some ways a little wrong.
“I like the long hair on you,” Draco whispers. He cards a hand through it, denied halfway by the strands trapped in Harry’s bun. When he pulls off the hairband, the knot untangling into a mess of shoulder-length black strands, Draco starts massaging his head with both hands and, bloody hell, does it feel nice. Harry can’t remember the last time someone touched him so reverently and patiently when the part of the attentions wasn’t his prick or his arse.
A tingly wave of Draco’s magic streams over his scalp and down his spine, eliciting a groan emanating from deep within his throat. “Sweet Jesus,” he moans, angling his head for Draco to massage his nape. Just a second ago, his erection was straining against jeans, but now Harry feels far too relaxed for the urgency of that. He shifts closer to Draco until he’s in his arms, Draco’s hands a reliable pressure against his skull and shoulders.
#Life imitates art
Euphoria 2.08 / 94th Annual Academy Awards
Bonus:
Euphoria Special (2020)
Draco x Jules from Euphoria
...It’s almost halloween and I had this crossover in my head for way too long now lol couldn’t resist sketching this out real quick
2020 Primetime Emmy Awards Winner for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series: Zendaya as Rue Bennett in Euphoria
If I could be a different person, I promise you, I would. Not because I want it, but because they do.
EUPHORIA S01 E01: Pilot
HUNTER SCHAFER for Cosmopolitan (2019)
Barbie Ferreira photographed by Alex Franco
Whenever anything got too uncomfortable, Jules would just imagine that she wasn’t really herself, and this wasn’t really her life. She was just a character in a book or a movie or a show. That none of it was real, and if it was, how did it matter? It’s not like her body ever really belonged to her in the first place. But fuck it. She’d save it for the memoirs.
Hunter Schafer as Jules Vaughn Euphoria (2019 - )
Hunter Schafer for Cosmopolitan Magazine, August 2019
