more doodles because the 2020 authors were cooking dude my god
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more doodles because the 2020 authors were cooking dude my god
sobsicles and komodobits you made destiel as a tag what it is today
i miss sobsicles
man sobsicles fics are always so fucking good 😭😭😭😭😭
Anyone remember which sobsicles fic it is where Sam and Dean are talking through Dean coming out and Dean is like "am I just a slut? Is my sexuality just slut" and then makes some metaphor about moving schools in the middle of senior year of hs?
A bit deliriously, Harry huffs out a wheezing laugh and blurts, "This is ridiculous." "Mm," Voldemort hums, "that it is. Do you plan on removing yourself from my person?" "At the moment?" Harry chokes out, half-crying and half-laughing. "No, not quite. Get back to me in a few minutes, yeah?" Voldemort sighs. "Such a troubled child." "I know," Harry whispers. And, for a while, that's that. In the hall that represents the worst parts of so many things, Harry leans against Voldemort like it's not the most bizarre thing that could possibly occur in the world, even though it is. He closes his eyes and breathes, waiting for the trembles to pass, waiting for the tears to dry, waiting for the strength to pull away and push down the thought of cupboards and a past that he hates being weak against. Voldemort simply lets him. He doesn't move. He's not comforting Harry, not exactly, but he's obviously aware that Harry is drawing comfort from him, and he makes no move to stop it. Eventually, he doesn't even seem made of stone. It's easier for Harry to slump against him, at least, like Voldemort suddenly became aware that he was too stiff and inhuman and worked to fix that. Now, instead, he's a bit like the harsh waves of the ocean—not soft and yielding, but something Harry can succumb to, letting himself relax against. Even like this, Voldemort is maddeningly powerful.
Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by @sobsicles Part 1 of Absence of Simplicity
asking the REAL questions!!!!
i’m about to read so many sobsicles fics in such a short span of time