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[xanthippe74]

Drarry microfic: Ground

Springtime in Canada returns grudgingly, not at all like Wiltshire. When he can’t bear to wait any longer, Draco tears into the frigid soil with ruthless cuts, as if he’s digging the grief out of his own heart.

I’m taking up gardening, Draco writes to Harry afterwards. My fingernails will never be clean again, I fear. He’ll laugh, surely. Harry must laugh at all of Draco’s rambling letters, into which he casts handfuls of inconsequential thoughts and doings in the hopes that something might grow from them.

It’s easier than writing, My mother lies in the ground far across the sea, and I am planting white roses for her.

It’s easier than asking, Will you come watch them bloom with me, please?

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "ground."

Masterlist of my microfics

[autisticgenderworm]

"breath" for the drabble :3

in. out. in. out. in. out.

no in.

edward rolled onto his side, anxious eyes trained on his little brother. he hadn’t expected to be so in tune with someone else’s body, someone else’s breath, but here he was, heart thudding as though he himself was suffocating.

ed’s hand quickly found alphonse’s bony little shoulder, squeezing with practiced force. it was so easy to hurt the poor boy’s body these days, but worse harm would come to him if he didn’t breathe deeply enough. edward squeezed again, murmured al’s name.

in. out.

edward sighed, relieved, and pressed a kiss to al’s forehead.

in and out.

in and out.

their breaths synced, slowly, and ed found himself joining his brother in easy rest.

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Outcast

@wolfstarmicrofic

There was this moment in every parent's life, when their kid wants to hurt them, just because they can, and little Harry was no exception. “Why was my dad even friends with you two?” he shouted at them.

Remus took it with difficulties, even when he knew their little boy only now learned boundaries. Sirius couldn't have that. With a quick smile he kissed the frown on Remus' forehead away and inched himself between the two most important people in his life, crouching down to little Harry. “Well, kid... Your dad... he didn't have a group of friends. He had a collection of outcasts. Because we stick together, because we fight for each other. And you, little rascal, you fit right in.”

[xieliansbignaturals]

I wrote goose erotica

[intimacy-in-virtuality]

“Ultimately, I turn my phone off, and it’s just me”.

Post 4

At the end of each day, I relived an unsettling sensation: when the screen turned off, the connection was lost. The intimacy I experienced was simply contained in/provided by this little metal box. Miller et al (2016:100) argue that online existences are indissoluble from offline realities, though in these moments they felt so separate; echoing Turkle’s (2013:9) findings that teenagers felt “more alive than ever when connected but disoriented and alone when they leave their screens”. Despite knowing that these connections were meaningful, and hoping for their longevity, I struggled to fully internalise it. As alluded to earlier, it is easy to mistake the lack of physicality for a lack of reality.

[asheespiquantpeculiarities]

Kinktober # 11 - Crossdressing

After I realised that my little trip for better communication had actually been on my list, the next item was checked out and… ‘cross dressing’ sounded. Strange. Would you be dressing like a cross?

But no, checking my material, this was actually… like dressing… like the other… gender?

A little perplexed, I stared at the page.

And called it a day. Because Matia already dressed like a ‘male’ human. With pants. And whenever she does, she likes to move around a lot and be especially active.

Crossdressing therefore worked.

Also less access to reproductive organs.

I supposed that made it extra-difficult to procreate, therefore an ideal arrangement.

I’d learned something today.

I looked forward to the next. I’d found the ideal planet!

[sociologye-portfolio]

          This video is about the guy suing the education system.  He explains how there has been several changes in the fifty years ago with cars and phones, but one thing that hasn’t changed is classrooms.  We are not preparing the students for the future, but the past.  No child’s brain is the exactly the same, so why are we teaching students like a “cookie cutter.”  Every child has their own strengths, gifts, needs, and futures.  Not only does this video discuss the corruption of the education system for students, but teachers as well.  Teachers are under paid, yet they have one of the most important jobs. We need to make a change in our education system to better our future and children.  

[soundofez]

be brave, girl, for you will need it on the morrow: be brave for your love and your life and your self. gather your skirts, your hair, your wits: brace yourself for the storm to come. oh, my child, my poor girl, how I wish I could guard you from the guns and the gold and the world, but the world will come and the gold will taunt and the guns will sweep like hail. so be brave, girl, for you will need it on the morrow: be brave for your love and your life and your self. gather your pens and your knives and your tools: brace yourself for what is to come: brace yourself, and we can turn the tides.

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