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Ladies, are we fatigued this evening? Are we tired

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We sleepy sis

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Exhausted even

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Based on the notes on this post, the situation is worse than I thought

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We are all zombified and barely able to function. Just saw sleepy and said ha mood

I’m back on this account!!! Gonna be more then Teen Wolf though.

Thank you for being here (PTSD Comfort)

Draco stirred in his sleep the whines of his partner faintly in his ear. Were they whines? Was he having a dream of another man? A woman? Draco opened his eyes now listening for a moment. Heavy breathing and shaking came from the other. Pain. Draco quickly turned the bedside lamp on and turned to the lovely man in bed. Sweat glistened forehead so much his curls stuck to it. His face scrunched in fear or pain, possibly both. “Harry, love?” Draco was quiet at first assessing the other to make sure he wasn’t truly hurt. But Harry started screaming. Painfully screaming and thrashing. His fist connected with Draco’s side nearly pushing him off the bed. “Harry, it’s a dream wake up.” He shook him lightly now. But he was panicked. He’d never seen the chosen one like this. Broken in front of him in their shared bed. “Harry!”

Harry finally shot up nearly hitting Draco in the process. He looked around erratically trying to find whatever it was he was dreaming about. The room shifted slightly in his eyes when Draco’s slender hand was placed on his cheek. Warmth. Draco was saying something but Harry couldn’t hear him. His heart was pounding in his ears and his breathing too heavy to comprehend. Draco stroked his cheek with his thumb wiping away sweat and a few tears. His other hand now trying to release the fists Harry held. He still whispered in his ear. “It’s okay, love. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“You’re okay.” The words rang in his ears. He’s okay. He’s not back in the woods facing Voldemort again. He’s not fighting for his life or the worlds. He’s not dead. The warmth of Draco’s hand helped ground him. His hands slowly unclenching and his eyes focusing. “What time is it?” The words were raspy and almost painful.

“Barely two thirty,” Draco answers, confusion lacing his words. Silence for a moment as Draco expected the boy, no not boy, not for a while. He waited for the man to explain what the hell was happening. “Harry what… Are you?” Words didn’t seem to make sense anymore. Letters jumbled in his head as he tried to think of what to say. “Please?” Something he had grown used to, growing up in Malfoy manor was asking for someone to acknowledge him. Asking if he could speak or move. Mostly out of fear with death eaters constantly in and out. With Voldemort living in the manor. But even before then. When his father would barely give him a glance if it wasn’t about his personal gain.

“Just a moment,” Harry swallowed. He saw the memories in Draco’s eyes. The fear and vulnerability. Something he told Draco he would never have to think about again, he promised. He promised him that he would never have to be scared of him. Promised that even if he called Harry a thousand times, he would listen to what he wanted to say. Promised that Draco could ask him a million questions and should never be afraid to. Now he had forced him to regress. Barely able to make a sound. His back straight and rigid. He’s done so well keeping his nightmares a secret from Draco. Waking in the middle of the night and moving to the living room to watch the television or scroll through his phone till morning hours. Some days he wouldn’t sleep. Just lay there and listen to Draco’s breathing. “I’m sorry I woke you babe.” He rubbed his face to wipe away sweat.

“You’re apologizing to me?” Draco was bewildered and maybe a little angry.

“Yes, I know how much you love sleep,” Harry shrugged. “Did I scare you?”

“Scare me? You damn near gave me a bloody heart attack! Did you scare me! Merlin save me from this man!” Draco was rambling now and cursing him but Harry knew this was how Draco calms down. “What was that!”

“Just a nightmare, it’s nothing really.” Draco mutters nothing and gave Harry a look that said try again. “It really was nothing! Just a dream.”

“A dream that had you trembling and screaming in pain! Harry that’s not nothing!” Draco was shouting. He knew he was angry by his use of Harry. They rarely used each other’s names let along first names.

“Okay, calm down,” He rubbed a hand over Draco’s. Taking a deep breath with him before letting it slip. “I’ve just been having these dreams where Voldemort comes back. This time… I die this time. This time he wins. Every dream he wins and kills someone I love. Then he curses me relentlessly to kill me.” He swallows still hearing the laugh in his ears. The screams. “They had gone a way for a while. But sometimes they come back. This time it’s been just over a year. But I think the anniversary of the war starting. I think my brain can’t handle it.” They stared for a second or two. Maybe a minute. Draco’s face didn’t dare show what was going on in his mind. “Darling?”

“It’s been a year? You’ve been having these dreams for years? Why haven’t you told me?” Draco asks, his heart rising to his throat with his insecurities.

“Because I didn’t want you to worry or be scared. And it was your life too. Those people…”

“Harry James Potter,” Draco started and the other braced himself to be yelled at. “I do not give a shit about those people! I don’t care if they were my family or not. It was my life. Was. My life now is us and if you can’t be bothered to tell me when you’re having a hard time… What am I then? Do I even know you? You’ve been keeping these dreams from me! You take all of my problems. Why can’t I try to take yours?”

“Because I have too many problems,” Harry explains. “And you know everything about me. About the cupboard. The abuse. Loneliness. All of it. I promise. I just didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” Draco snapped but it wasn’t in anger. “I want to worry about you. I already do, give me something real to worry about. I want to help you. Tell me how I can help you.”

“I don’t know. Ron and Mione usually would just talk about it. Sometimes Mione changes the subject and talk about something new she’s been working on. Sometimes they would just sit there and comfort me through silence. I haven’t… I’ve just used the television as an outlet.”

“Come here and let me show you what my mum did for me,” Draco says getting comfortable now before pulling Harry down almost on top of him.

“I don’t think this is appropriate mother behavior…”

“You’re disgusting, Potter… Just be quiet okay?” Draco rolled his eyes before bringing one hand to his hair and the other to his upper arm and shoulder. Rubbing small circles in his skin and tangling his pale fingers in the curls. No noise was made but Harry could hear his boyfriends heartbeat. It was steady. This was it for him. If he didn’t already know how deeply in love he was, he would now. If he could this would be how he would spend the rest of his days. No matter how long. He would die for this moment. For the man bringing him comfort through cuddling. Even though he hated to cuddle. Draco Malfoy will always be the light of his life and even in death he knows they will be together. “What are you thinking now?”

“Just how much I love you,” Harry sighed, contently closing his eyes. “How I would do anything to stay like this.” Draco’s fingers halted for just a second before he started again. “Also how I didn’t know how much I love to be coddled by you.”

“Please, we all love to coddled, you just didn’t know it because your shitty aunt and uncle,” Draco tsked. “I’ll baby you whenever you want. That’s what I signed up for isn’t it?”

“Funny I thought you signed up for my witty remarks and stupid decisions.” Draco chuckled now. “Guess I’m a package deal.”

“You were on clearance.”

“We don’t have to cuddle if you don’t want to,” Harry looks up at his boyfriend.

“I don’t mind. I like when I can comfort you, as you always comfort me. But don’t expect this all the time. Just at two in the morning. If this was during the days we would be watching television. I am just too tired to move. Plus, I saw your face fall a little when I mentioned how mum used to do this with me.”

“Can’t always help it.”

“You deserved more then what you got. And the Dursleys don’t deserve the forgiveness you gave them. If it were up to me they’d be toads in the old potions lab.”

“I reckon that’s not the potions lab anymore.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I know…” Harry yawned and turned his head into Draco more. His eyes heavy already. Draco said nothing now as he continued to rub those comforting circles. Watching Harry fall peacefully back into a steady sleep. Even after he was completely asleep Draco didn’t stop. Not For another hour when his own eyes grew heavy. He didn’t move Harry away from him though. Not this time. This time he let the boy sleep on top of him. Just to know that he was alright.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #harry/draco

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lydia: allison, what are you drinking?

allison: Tea.

lydia: What kind of tea?

allison: Uh... Tea... quila...

lydia: allison, we've talked about this

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Just for fun I collected the heights of various Teen Wolf characters (based on the actors)

Core pack, up to S3b- Lydia: 5’ 3” Kira: 5’ 4” Allison, Erica, & Malia: 5’ 8” Jackson: 5’ 9” Scott, Stiles, Peter, & Ethan: 5’ 10” Derek, Danny, & Aiden: 6’ 0” Isaac: 6’ 2” Boyd: 6’ 3”

Additional characters- Liam: 5’ 5” Mason: 5’ 7” Braeden: 5’ 8” Dr. Deaton: 5’ 9” Chris, & Deucalion: 5’ 10” Gerard, Sheriff Stilinski, & Jordan Parrish: 6’ 0” Coach: unknown lol

I find it amusing how, up to S4, Jackson is the shortest guy among the teens. Also I didn’t realize Boyd is that tall or that the twins are different heights.

This is a good reference to have because Stiles is always said to be tall, but he’s the same height as Scott and he’s average height for the group. If you wanna talk noticeably tall white teens, that’d be Isaac.*

(*All these characters are played by actors older than twenty. So you can still have a headcanon where actual-teen Stiles shoots up in height first, just this is me saying Stiles’s height, on the show, isn’t that significant.)

I’ve come to the conclusion that the only boy worthy of Tina Belchers affection is Zeke. No one can change my mind. Every other boy Tina shows affection towards are dicks.

#bob's burgers #tina belcher #zeke and tina #give zeke a last name

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“I believe that Zeke has a serious crush on Tina and vice versa and I’ll go down with this ship”

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Zeke is the only one who truly deserves Tina prove me wrong bro’s

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announcement: with all the crap jason is pulling this season and now this lazy af writing of a beloved (lbgt+) character’s death i’m gonna distance myself a bit so this blog will become a bit more multi. This show isn’t my favorite anymore, so it’s kinda needed… I’m still watching and reblogging the 100, though. Just wanted to let everyone know x

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