#afwf

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it's been 84 years-

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Scott Eastwood is not a chef. What he is, is a big-time movie actor, son of Academy Award winner Clint Eastwood, and overall haver of a good time. In this episode of Love Bites at the Austin Food and Wine Festival, Scott stops by and attempts to live up to the name Taco King, all the while sampling tequila and learning how to navigate his way around a grill. Will he take on these tacos like he does the robots and monsters in his movies?

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[arrives three years late with lots and lots of starbucks] so like. what’s up.

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: D.Gray-man, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Background Relationship - Relationship, Nea D. Campbell/Cross Marian Characters: Nea Walker, Allen Walker, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, OCs Additional Tags: Book 3: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Varying POV, slytherin!allen walker, POV Alternating, Humor, HP-AU DGM crossover, original vatican state wizarding world, a... lot of worldbuilding apparently, mild spoilers for just about everything in both fandoms but particularly post dgm-218, dgm trauma kids, trauma kid allen and his trauma family, History Mucking, officially au at this point Series: Part 1 of a fate well fallen. Summary:

The week after Gryffindor's rematch with Hufflepuff was a gloomy Sunday, both literally and metaphorically.

It was also the day Harry spotted a strange person walking down the halls on his way to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Harry," Hermione hissed, pulling on his arm before he could wander off.

"Hermione—"

Ron realized they'd stopped walking and turned around. "What is it? What's going on?"

"There's someone—"

"Nothing, Ronald, Harry's trying to go and play hero again—"

"—someone weird in the castle! What do you mean playing hero? I don't play hero."

"Basilisk? Sorcerer's Stone?"

"I have a fatal sense of curiosity," Harry defended himself.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Stay put, Mister Potter," his rescuer said. It was muffled, but Harry recognized the voice. It didn't bring much reassurance.

At least until he craned his head around and saw why he was being told to stay put.

The dementors were crowded around them, trying to come closer but being kept at bay by that same inky-black smoke. The rain had no effect on either— dementors did not get wet, the water simply rolled off of their robe-like skins, and the smoke... it didn't dissipate like smoke normally did in the rain. In fact, the rain didn't even seem to touch it, simply passing through as though it weren't really there.

"I apologize for the noise," Campbell said, cool and smooth and far too void. "It's quite unavoidable with this spell."

Harry didn't now what he meant.

Then he said, "Tuono," and Harry shielded his eyes and ears from the crack of lightning that descended on them.

guess WHO;;

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it’s menopause, not wenopause

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only the best langlocked lurid content to be found.

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langocked lurid is a serious story about serious things (it’s not really)

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[sits on my throne of ship content like an evil overlord]

read my fic langlocked lurid and wait in agony for the day these two see each other again

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"What did my uncle want?" he asked as soon as the door was open.

"He didn't," Glenmoor said smoothly, practically barging into the room. Allen swerved aside. "I lied."

"You wouldn't have let us in otherwise, would you?" Malinda smiled apologetically.

"I would have!" Allen complained, though he didn't make any attempts to look affronted at all. "Probably. Maybe!"

"Very reassuring, Allen."

"I try to be."

the snippet is a lie. prepare to have plot dropped in your lap and murder you.