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okay americans i gotta ask because as an European i grew up with lots of american shows and cartoons and in a lot of them there was an episode where they give the protags a doll or an egg or a bag of flour or whatever and told them pretend to be its parents or something

#I had to do that with an egg in middle school

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With NASA announcing their streaming service NASA+ and also announcing it’s going to be free and also ad free, I’d just like to appreciate the lengths they go to make scientific knowledge and exploration as available as they possibly can.

#nasa #nasa+

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It’s fine because I’m actually using a secret technique called writing it in my head and nowhere else.

#writing is hard

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Talented Hands

A trick for @moontiger666-blog, rated E.

The new farm-hand knew nothing about horses. But he was fairly well-mannered, besides for that one time Draco heard him swear: and he had lovely arms, and was always very happy to be of assistance. To Draco, that is, and not to Father, or to Lord Riddle who was staying with them for the summer.

Summer had grown quite long so far away from the city. And the presence of the above-mentioned lord did nothing to improve Draco’s spirits. The man was a dreadful conversationalist and besides rather rude, and he had the terrible habit of looking at Draco far too long, until it felt like spiders were crawling under his skin. Draco took to riding most of the day now, in the lands surrounding the Manor—it was good to have a companion, and a nice if not bright farm-hand was preferable to some.

Harry was his name, and he was actually rather pleasant. Draco wasn’t terribly, ah, courteous, in their first few forays into the woodlands—mostly because he wasn’t supposed to be teaching the man how to ride, and it took an awful long time. It got better though when Harry picked up the reins, and better even when he took to it, when he found the joy in riding true and hard.

They went very far that day. Draco had only meant to spend the morning outside: that evening was a ball, and he was supposed to present with the other nobles of age. Instead he was here, in the woods near the lake, and Harry was feeding the horses sugar cubes he’d stolen from the kitchen.

“Don’t tell Cook I took these,” he said, pleadingly, when he caught Draco staring. “She’ll whack my ears again and she’s got a really mean punch.”

“I remember,” Draco whispered conspiratorially, and showed him the scar on his arm. “This is from when I tried to swipe a biscuit.”

“No,” Harry gasped. Looked at the scar for a very long time, sharp on pale skin. Then up at his face, eyes narrowing. “You’re lying.”

Draco tried not to laugh, honest, but it still came out of him, an inelegant snort his mother would be appalled to hear. “Of course not,” he grinned. “Although I did get it in the kitchens. A rather unsuccessful attempt at baking, ill-supervised by the butler’s boy. You’ve met Marcus? He’s a couple of years older than us, and of course, not allowed in the kitchens any more than I was.”

Harry’s laughter was one of the best sounds Draco knew. “Oh, you must’ve got him in so much trouble,” he said. Draco cried indignantly.

“You think I told them we were there? I ran away and claimed an attack from a stray dog. The dog was never found, of course. Father was raging, but I thought it was all rather good fun, in the end.” And Harry didn’t need to know about the terrible act he put on, only half on purpose. He was a terrible child, what could he say.

A reflection caught his eye, sunlight dappling the forest floor. Seized by a sudden thought: “Harry, do you swim?”

“What?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s pardon. I asked, do you swim. It’s only that we’re so close to the lake, and it’s getting quite warm this time of day.”

Harry stilled. “I—swim, my lord.”

“What’s with the sudden formality? I told you to call me Draco.”

He looked so uncomfortable. “It’s only… nothing. You can swim and I’ll take care of the horses.”

“Nonsense,” nose scrunching, “the horses are fed and watered. Tie them here and come join me. If you’re worried about ruining your clothes, I’ll lend you some of mine, and have my maid clean and iron them for you.”

“It’s not that,” Harry said miserably.

“What is it, then?”

He sighed and turned to face him fully. “I can’t—your clear skin and strong form, coupled with the red in your cheeks from the ride, and the… smile when you laugh at my expense, it’s, my lord, you’re perfection itself. I don’t want you to think me inappropriate and remove me from your service.”

Swallowing became a strangely difficult task. “You think I… why would I find you inappropriate?”

“I’m a man,” Harry said. “I’m a man, and you’re a prince.”

“I’m barely even a Viscount,” Draco said, stupidly.

“I’m a man,” he insisted, rubbing his beautiful face till it went red. “And all I can think of right now is how badly I need to kiss you—”

Air had gone mostly solid. Draco’s chest hurt, and besides he was getting quite warm. “Kiss me?” he said, weakly.

“God, I will—I’ll stop right now, leave and never—”

“How?” gulping, a hand on his tight, squirming belly. When Harry frowned, “How would you kiss me?”

They both looked at each other for a breathless moment. Harry swallowed, and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed was mesmerising. “I’ll take your face, gently,” he said, in a voice gravelly and barely familiar, “and tip it back. Perhaps I will guide you to, to that tree. Rest you against it so I can, kiss your neck, your, collarbone, your—my lord, please.”

Draco closed his eyes. “No. Keep going. What will you, ah, do then? After you had me at the tree.”

Miserably, “I would never have you so coarsely as to—”

“Not what I meant. You brought me here and kissed my neck. What then?”

“I will… kiss your lips. So softly that you’ll forget yourself, that you’ll melt in my arms. I will gently suck on your earlobe.”

“Will I—” Draco’s own voice had gone so raspy. “Will I like that?”

“Tremendously. You’ll ask me for more. And I’ll indulge you, whatever you asked.”

His legs felt weak at the knees. “And then what? What more will you give me?”

Harry came a step closer, then another. Draco felt like a prey caught, a deer right in front of the bow, and couldn’t move an inch. “Then I will take off your waistcoat,” Harry said, softly, “and your shirt, and kiss all the way down your chest. I’ll fold them neatly and place them at the base of the tree. Then I’ll go to my knees to unfasten your belt.”

His own knees gave just as Harry made his final step, and he caught him easily. “What—” Draco’s eyes flew open, and Harry was there, familiar and beautiful and himself, Draco’s chosen companion and a man all on his own, brave and kind and who never used to like horses before and now stole sugar cubes from the kitchen for them. “What then?”

Harry’s eyes on him were so serious. “Then I’ll remove the rest of your clothes. When you’re bare, you’ll probably be trembling, a bit like this,” with a gentle brush to Draco’s cheek. “But I’ll make sure you’re warm. And I’ll worship your body until you are completely unravelled with satisfaction.”

“How—” he felt parched, and also over-heated, and also lightheaded, and, “how will you satisfy me?”

“I will take your cock,” Harry whispered right in his ear. “It will be hard. I'll caress it lovingly, tenderly, until you are weak and begging, and then I'll take it in my mouth.”

“In your—mouth?”

“Yes, Draco. I'll suck you so well you will see the face of god himself. And I’ll kiss every inch of your perfect body, and tell you how lovely you are, how perfect and precious and darling. And when you come—”

Draco’s gasp was loud enough to echo through the trees. “I will come—in your mouth?”

“You will. And then I'll take you to the water to wash you. I’ll be so gentle, Draco.”

Finding those green eyes: “But what about—your satisfaction. Will you not permit me to, pleasure you as well?”

Harry stayed quiet for so long Draco started to think he won’t answer. Then, “If—if you wish, my lord, I’ll permit you anything.”

They were both panting, and still so close, breathing in each other’s face. Not the finest decorum and certainly not something Father would—Draco coughed himself a few paces back, wiped his eyes till he could stop seeing these… fantastical imaginings that he so badly craved. Looking up at Harry, and finding the man he knew, his companion and the farm-hand Draco taught how to ride.

“We should probably head back,” he said, in a terrible imitation of his regular speaking voice. “The ball—I have to prepare. And it’s best if we avoid Lord Riddle before his return from the Parkinsons.”

The look on Harry’s face broke his heart. Resigned and not the least bit surprised. “Of course, my lord.”

“And then—” before he quite knew what he was going to say, “perhaps tonight you could help me when I return. I expect the formal robes would take at least two men to unclasp.”

Draco had three footmen at his call. Harry, who knew this, frowned. “Of—of course, Sir. Whatever you need.”

“And then…” feeling his face redden, “perhaps you could, stay? When the others have retired. And tell me more about, about, this terrific plan of yours to make me come.”

His smile was quite literally unbearably bright. “Really? You—Draco, you don’t have to do this.”

“I’m well aware, thanks,” a little too scathingly, shaking his head. “I want to see how closely you’ll stay true to your words.”

Harry nodded, and handed Draco the reins of his horse. “Very well, then. I suppose I’ll have to show you just how much I meant them.”

“I expect to be well and truly satisfied,” Draco found the courage to say, and, without looking back, hopped on the saddle and started riding away. Embarrassment was only part of the riot of feelings in his chest: most of it, he suspected, between the raucous beatings of his heart, was a sweet sort of thrill he never knew before. Already he couldn’t wait for tonight. Harry didn’t know much about horses, for a farm-hand: Draco had new reason to believe his hands had hidden talents after all.

#drarry #fic rec #🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥#historical au #non magic au

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There is a special place in hell for all the people behind these bot attacks that harm AO3 and the communities we built.

A reminder that Archive of Our Own is not Instagram or TikTok. It isn’t run by a big company with money and power. The site is a non-profit site run by volunteers (fans), for fans. And its main purpose is to bring people within the same fandom together and connect artists with audiences who would love and appreciate these artists’ works. It’s the only platform without any ads, without any censorship, without any of these capitalism bullshit. It doesn’t make users pay for any features and the only source of money they get, to keep the site up and running, is through donations. It’s literally a safe place for every fandom.

To think that it’s a target just because it’s easier to attack than those huge companies is just so sad.

Not to mention that there are so many genuine guest users out there (people who aren’t logged in / don’t have an AO3 account), and these people are directly affected by this whole thing, because they are no longer able to comment and connect with their favorite creators — and this still affects creators directly because I know for a fact that getting comments and being able to connect with their audience mean the world to them. I don’t blame AO3 for disabling guest comments altogether.

I do blame and curse the fuckers behind these bot attacks though.

If you try to sabotage AO3, out of all the other platforms out there, you are pathetic. You’re not just attacking a small, independent company, you’re trying to tear apart people’s communities and safe place. Disrespectfully, fuck you. Burn in hell.

Mad respect to all the brave soldiers that are AO3 volunteers who work harder than god fighting these scums.

I know these brave soldiers will win in the end (they always did, this isn’t their first battle, mind you), but in the meantime I’m sending them all my love and respect. They truly are the heroes.

#ao3 #ao3 appreciation post

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Rose Tyler is so funny for grabbing herself her own alien boyfriend after she’s canonically a Star Trek fan

#doctor x rose #rose tyler #doctor who

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Reblog if you love AO3 and appreciate their volunteers who are working harder than God, fighting battle after battle, making sure the place that is a safe space for every fandom is staying up and running for all of us

#ao3 #ao3 volunteers appreciation

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