#is ....

[keresofdeath]

I stopped scrolling for a sec and then I saw the screen blinking, and there was an ad that was just above your name and it made it look like KERESOFDEATH was blinking on and off like a marquee sign

#myclub

#mymarquee

... #marqueue ...?

[nottooldforthisship]

Omg, if AO3 is working I need to know what fic you're reading! Pleeeeeease *big pleading eyes* x

I JUST FINISHED IT AND OMG IM SMILING SO HARDDDDD

So. Read this : it’s a very long fic (124k, barely angsty, full of smut -and OOMMMGGGg- , and also .... Absolutely fully Daddy Kink and sub Harry. I’m speechless. I mean, I didn’t know chocking could be a thing to me tbh)

Anyway :

The Night Sky is Changing Overhead    , by @domestic-harry : “Um, sorry, but I believe that’s actually mine,” Harry said a bit awkwardly, pointing at the cup. The man huffed, slightly narrowing his blue eyes, “Nope, large Americano, dash of cream.” He held the coffee up closer to Harry and honestly, Harry knew exactly what was in the cup because it was his  coffee. “Right,” Harry slowly drawled out as if he was talking to a toddler, “Which would make that mine.”“Look, I really don’t have time for this, I’m running late. And this,” he said before he took a sip from the cup, “Is mine.” Harry’s jaw dropped and he held his hands out, failing them slightly, “Wha-you can’t just drink it!” “Well I did, so, do you still want it or can I be on my way?” The man challenged.  Harry shook his head disbelievingly, “Take it, but for the record, it says Harry  on it.” The man turned the cup around and a sharp laugh came out of his mouth, “Well, shit.” He looked at Harry, a smile stretched across his face as crinkles formed next to his eyes. “Thanks, Harry.”  Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.