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Giving Mr. Simon Iron Lung a Migraine, to deal with mine
hades callback hi
Did I perhaps predict it with this post /j (since it was already hinted anyway so I didnt predict shit lmao)
Definitely couldve done better but eh ╮(─▽─)╭
A List of All the Clothing Items Harry Potter Likes
(a list of all the clothing he doesn't like would be much, MUCH longer)
1. The Weird Sisters' Concert Outfits
"black robes that had been artfully ripped and torn"
2. Bill Weasley's Whole Look
Bill was — there was no other word for it — cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill’s clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.
A very unusual level of detail from Harry (normally only present when describing outfits he hates.) He's paying attention to the specific material of Bill's shoes, and seems to be drawn to a rock-and-roll sort of look.
3. The Cursed Opal Necklace
a magnificent necklace of opals, Caution: Do Not Touch. Cursed
4. Madame Maxime's Opal Necklace/Ring Set
many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.
I guess Harry likes opals.
5. The Bulgarian Minister's World Cup Look
splendid robes of black velvet trimmed with gold
Harry has been known to be a bit of a magpie when it comes to gold things. Like snitches, and that solid gold cauldron Hagrid wouldn't let him buy, and that solid gold set of gobstones Hagrid also wouldn't let him buy.
6. Yaxley's Ministry of Magic Robes
magnificent, sweeping robes, which were embroidered with much gold thread.
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a long-haired wizard wearing magnificent robes of black and gold
Yaxley's robes are apparently identical to the Bulgarian Minister's robes.
7. Mrs. Weasley's Gold Necklace
spectacular golden necklace
he likes gold things okay
8. Dumbledore's Start-of-Term-Feast Look
magnificent deep green robes embroidered with many stars and moons.
9. Dumbledore's Purple Velvet Dressing Gown
He was wearing a magnificently embroidered purple-and-gold dressing gown over a snowy-white nightshirt
10. Dumbledore's Purple Velvet Suit (Honorable Mention)
“Nice suit, sir,” said Harry, before he could stop himself, but Dumbledore merely chuckled
Honorable mention because of Harry not meaning to say that, and Dumbledore thinking the exchange is funny. Young!Dumbledore is wearing "flamboyant" head-to-toe plum velvet, and Harry is either being sarcastic, or trying very very hard not to say, "That's gay."
11. Slughorn's Funeral Look
magnificent, long, emerald green robes embroidered with silver.
12. Draco's Dark Green Robes
a handsome set of dark green robes that glittered with pins around the hem and the edges of the sleeves
SO WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED?
~ Harry's style profile is either "rock star" or "elf prince"
~ He likes shiny things, and appreciates jewelry
~ I think his favorite color might be green?
~ Dumbledore can put together an outfit.
~ Harry should get some black-and-gold robes.
~ Harry prefers more of an "elf prince" look on Draco
Troy Barrett #mytroy
Late Vaggi pride piece! Happy belated pride!
Sopaz from my notes. EDIT: added more dialogue.
Warnings? None. Kyle is a secret geology nerd. He has a rock collection.
Soap pauses as he leans back. Trying to suppress a flinch as Kyle, gently rubs his sore back.
This supposed quickie, had turned into a three hour date, they’d been to some art museums, café, pub, and now Gaz was giving him a spa day.
He was becoming a spoiled bastard.
It all was a bit odd.
This… care.
But it ate up some of the large abundance of time he suddenly had. So who was he to complain.
The lotion was absolutely frigid. Apparently they ‘lasted’ better cold. Soap had some doubts about that. But he wasn’t complaining about the pampering. Though unusual it was for him.
The cold cream was rubbed tenderly. Wiped all over his supposed ‘stressed’ skin. Kyle terribly gentle. Soap wasn’t sure why or how his skin looked stressed, but if the moisturizer helped, why would he complain.
Kyle was the expert here.
MacTavish let’s out a little yawn as Garrick just massages his back. John was going to fall asleep if he kept this up.
Too tender.
Too soft.
Too kind.
Wasted on the likes of him.
Soap grunts as he pokes at his back. Really digging at his upper muscles now.
“Bloody- how’d you get so much stress in your back! ‘S like trying to give bloody mountain a massage”
Soap huffs at that. Giving him a slight smirk.
“Nae ma fault Garrick, all ta hopes o our grande nation lay solely on ma shoulders”
“Our- you ass, my back’s aching too”
Soap snorts. Lying down on his stomach as Garrick pats Johnny’s side. The movements unconscious.
“Tell ma more aboot yer dream..”
Gaz rolls his eyes.
“Feeling nosy?”
“Fok off gives me something ta think aboot”
Gaz pinches his tense neck. To which Soap lets out a very manly yell.
“Och… careful round ma neck… hoping ta keep it attached…”
“Mm..” Kyle grins. Leaning down as he pressing an apology kiss behind Soap’s ear. Nostrils flaring as he thinks about Soap’s request.
“I’d like to visit a really rocky desert.. something like Mojave or Atacama.”
Soap must’ve made a noise because he quickly pinched John’s pained neck muscle to shut him up.
“Hold on before you pounce on me for that, Tav. I’d like to see it… because… geology’s … pretty neat”
Soap nods.
He could respect that. He remembers Gaz telling him about different types of rocks once. Not that he retained all of the information. But he could as least listen. It’s the very least he could do for someone as wonderful as Gaz.
“Yer gonna melt though.”
“Unlike you, I can handle the heat”
“Yer so gonna melt, ye a bog born Brit in camel spider territory. Luv yer used to foggy and rain… n really shite footie teams” he tilts his head. Eyes crinkling at Gaz’s face.
Gaz is glaring daggers at that last part. Wasn’t his fault that somehow the Glasgow club pulled on top in the end. He was still mentally pouring over theories on that surprise victory.
“And you’re the desert expert?” Sassing him? A hardened SAS demolitions expert. Youngest to pass selection. He raises an eyebrow.
“Was in Australia fer training” a heavily redacted sentence. “Ma sunburn stretched frem ma head to ma toes.. absolutely roasted alive…”
Gaz scoffs. Hands moving to scratch at the base of Johnny’s neck. Making the Scot sigh loudly.
“I’m built for the heat”
Soap chuckles into the pillow. Shaking his head.
“Oi! Don’t laugh you prick”
“Oh ah cannae show ye a prick if ye’d like”
“Shut up…”
The two just breathe for a moment. Soap sitting up. Grunting as he moves. Shooting a glance towards Gaz. Gaz shifts in turn. Pushing his legs over the edge of the bed. Closing the tube of CeraVe. Rubbing moisturizer on his hands. His own blunt nails scratching at his forearms.
Soap watches. Soaking up every action. Stormy eyes flicking about following Gaz’s hands. Taking a mental note of every single mole on the other man’s body.
“See something you like?” Gaz muses.
“Aye, several.. how’d ye get tat scar..?” A calloused finger gestures to a faint scar on Gaz’s forearm.
“Oh… uh tripped looking for rocks for my mum..”
Gaz rubs at his own bicep. Adverting his eyes.
“I was eight so you can’t judge me..”
Soap doesn’t comment on that. Instead turning over Gaz’s forearm. Rubbing the area. Always inspecting him.
“Wot rocks ye find?” Soap’s lowers his head. Reacquainting his body with shrimp posture. Pressing his lips into Gaz’s skin.
Gaz lets out a cough. He couldn’t let Soap know how much little pecks made his heart flutter. He was ‘better’ than that.
“It was just some plain ol’ granite.. just had a cool marbling” Kyle dismisses quickly.
“Mm.. Ah’m sure it was lovely..” Soap was getting that look in his eye, again. That stupidly mushy look that was so rare. Kyle snorts. Trying to once again push the feelings down. ‘Get yourself together, Garrick’
John didn’t get mushy. No, just sentimental. Kyle probably just made John feel safe or something small like that. The Scot wasn’t tender no. He was rash, bold, adaptable, terrifying, not anything related to tender. He didn’t-
“Ky.. ye got the loveliest pair of eyes, ye ken?” Johnny mutters. Lifting his head again.
“You’re being daft. Nothing special about brown eyes.” A quick deflection.
“… Ah like them, donnae be an arse.. ah’m tryin ta compliment ye!” John’s stubbled jaw tightens.
“Well” Gaz smirks. Okay he could do this. This wasn’t too tender. They could just banter and fight like usual. “Tav, mate, you have a type”
John’s brows furrow. Creasing his forehead.
“Nae, ye n Si aren’t anything alike..”
“Brown eyes, older than you-“
“YER ONLY A FEW MONTHS AULDER!!” Soap playfully shoves Gaz. Making the older Sergeant snort. A grin painting his features now.
“Still older… where was I… taller than you, easy to do honestly-“ another shove. “You like someone who calls you a bastard. Me and Ghost both do that…”
Soap rolls his eyes.
“Aye, ah get it ye n LT are similar. There’s a few glaring differences though.” John gives Garrick a hard stare.
“One, ye donnae have the emotional spectrum of a walnut. Two, yer social. Three, ye didnae raid a Halloween shop fer yer kit.”
Gaz shrugs and hums. “Well I guess I enjoy having you around, mate”
John doesn’t respond verbally. He just continues to stare at Gaz.
“Mate, I love you, Tav. I-“
Gaz pauses his eyes relaxing as Soap inches closer. John’s nose rubbing against Kyle’s chin. Making his skin tingle with how soft the touch was.
“Tav?”
“Hrm?”
John blinks tilting his head. Thick eyebrows furrowing as he waits. A bit grumpy he couldn’t just start snogging Kyle’s face off.
“Mind.. uh.. um.. can you rub my neck.. before you start kissing me?” He mutters.
“Aye, need ma ta give ye a nice good-“
“John. Massage and kisses.”
“Yer loss..”
Kyle huffs and sits back. Letting John start to rub at his muscles. Easing some of the pressure. Pressing some kisses to warm skin, at each inhale from Gaz.
“Wot rocks did ye find last mission?” Soap prompts as a distraction.
Garrick snorts. Blushing slightly at the topic. Yeah… Tav was his forever person. Letting him talk about shite like, pieces of quartz he found last mission. Like some snotty kid.
“Smoky quartz… it.. surprising find actually mate.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.. you know what causes it’s colour?”
“… uh I… I didn’t really ken… but.. uh something with the minerals?”
“Ding ding ding! Basically radiation from other rocks beams into quartz that has some aluminum in it… and it changes the colour” Gaz is beaming as Soap hums. The stockier man absentmindedly rubbing Kyle’s neck while he thinks.
“Yer a bright one.. ‘m guessing if tat rock cools the colour fades or some shite?”
Gaz blinks lower lip jutting out as his thinks about the question. “Yeah.. forms citrine when you do that”
Soap nods. Laying his head against Gaz’s shoulders. Eyes closing. Just taking some more time to listen. Snuggling closer. Getting comfortable as Gaz goes on about citrine.