#deanxseamus

[turpinsimp-blog]

Lighting Study:  DEAN THOMAS 

From smol cute bean to tall handsome bean aaaaa

(process pics are available on Instagram hehe)

[mavisvermillion03]

Deamus Aesthetic

[lesbopsappho]

Dean and Seamus sharing clothes without even noticing. Everyone saying stuff like “wait, isn’t that Dean’s shirt?” and them just being all “is it????” Snape making really snide comments in class and them not getting it at all because wait?? This is Seamus’ tie? It was in my bed though. Huh. Their moms being all OMFG THATS WHERE THAT COAT WENT?? THAT T-SHIRT?? THESE TROUSERS??? OH MY GOD NO WONDER HIS SOCKS ARE TWO SIZES TOO BIG FOR HIM. UGH.

[lesbopsappho]

Dean and Seamus wearing matching sweaters. And matching mismatched socks that are way too big for Seamus’ feet. And matching scarves.

[derekstilinski]

fav pairing from HP try to set up their answering machine.

"I don’t know how this muggle shite works, Dean. How are we supposed to this? I’m grabbin' my wand." Seamus will never truly understand muggle technology, and why Dean thinks it’s good they use it. What in the hell is an answering machine, really? Why can’t people just send them written post on the small telephone that likes to chirp when Dean posts him he looks dashing every day?

Dean grabs him by the wrist and drags him back, setting a soothing hand on his thigh, “Calm down, I’ve got the instructions. We can do this one thing without magic, I promise.”

"You know well why we need it, love. You’re just complaining." Dean nudges the floating candle closer to the book of instructions. He loves embracing new things, but sometimes the electric lights hurt his eyes, "Now, we’ve taken things out of the package, put the batteries in the machine…"

"Ah, fuckin’ batteries. Why? Why?”

Dean knuckles Seamus’ thigh, continuing, “We’ve plugged it in as well…” He flips the page, “We don’t have a two-line system, so skipping right along—Seamus, stop pressing at the buttons, will you?”

"But it looks fine, it’s on a language we can read. Just skip those three pages, eh?" Seamus flips the page, earning a grimace.

They make it through recording their message, which is them bickering before realizing it’s beeped. They try it again, and fumble over what to say. Again, they both start to speak at the same time. Seamus rolls his eyes, stabs the button and waits for the beep again, “This is Dean and Seamus Finnigan’s working telephone, leave a message or bugger off, thanks.” 

He goes ahead and approves it to be used, then moves it in place next to the phone, stuffs the wires behind the table, happy to be done with it. He dumps himself back on the couch then, looking at Dean after a moment too long of silence, “What?”

Dean fidgets with the instruction manual, “You… Want me to take your last name? If we…?”

"Well, yeah. Unless you wanna give me yours." Seamus shrugs, like marrying Dean would be the easiest thing in the world. They’re already married in his head, so.

Dean smiles, “Yeah, alright.” He flings the manual onto the coffee table in favor of flinging himself into his boyfriend’s lap.

[rubylith-art]

Dean and Seamus

[livingstonegordo]

I do not care what you say, they ARE canon.

[crayoladinosaurs]

This. I ship it.