Monday, October 2.
All Things Go Festival.
All things go, if you must get philosophical about it. All things must pass, in the words of the Buddhist maxim. This is none more true of the summer, as warmth and sun give way to these chilly weeks, these spookiest of seasons. But the end of summer needn't mean the end of the festival season, so @allthingsgofestival went and did just that: they hosted a music festival. Just this weekend. In both September and October. It was full of female performers. It was queer as hell. Totally bonkers. It scarcely seems possible. It defies belief.
Well, believe it, and believe it well: all things must pass, and all things will. You, I, sunlight, suffering, the online wastelands themselves. But before they do, why not enjoy a good thing while it's there and get the likes of @lanadelrey, @mothercain, @listentomaggie, and @alvvaysto in one space for a weekend of live music? The place being the Merriweather Post Pavilion in Columbia, Maryland, and the place being @allthingsgofestival. We were there. It was the very best of things. And we have some highlights for you—such as this image, one of many, of Lana Del Rey lyrics that decorated backstage.
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Talk about starting the year off right:
Sold out EU leg of your tour
Epic media tour for Mean Girls that gets you on a SNL sketch
Receive great reviews for your version of Regina George
Be the musical guest on SNL & give two incredible performances
Figure out you're a lesbian and embrace it beautifully
Start dating a new girl and make it official at the Vanity Fair Oscars party
Win the GLAAD Outstanding Musical Artist Award and use your platform with humor and empathy
Book Coachella, Bonnaroo, Lollapalooza, and Governor's Ball and headline All Things Go.
What am I missing?
Get. It. Reneé.
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All Things Go
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Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin
Additional Tags: Getting Together, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Elements Inspired by Heartstopper, Boys Kissing, Secret Relationship, Party Games, Fluff, Smut, Light Angst, Epistolary, POV Alternating, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, teenagers being stupid, Weed, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Intoxication, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Brief Instance of Misogynistic Language, H/D Erised 2022
Summary:
Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.
Excerpt:
“I’ve ruined the fun,” Draco says.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Harry says.
“Why are you apologising?”
“I invited you.”
“True. It’s definitely your fault that I was a teen fascist and my peers hate me,” Draco says dryly.
Harry nods, distracted. Draco surveys the room. Romilda is attempting to redirect people into a game of Spin the Bottle. Draco scoots back further.
Harry follows him back towards the wall and asks, “D’you want to get out of here?”
Draco’s mouth drops open. He snaps it shut. “Sure.”
“Right,” Harry says. He pushes himself to his feet and holds out a hand to haul Draco up too. His palm is dry against Draco’s clammy skin.
They walk swiftly towards the Chapel door. Harry turns the dial to black and they step out into the castle.
“Where does the black door lead?” Draco asks, trying to get his bearings in the dim corridor. He always exits the Chapel to the outdoors and walks across the lawns to the main doors that lead to the Great Hall.
“Not sure,” Harry says. “Hermione says it’s different every time.”
“How is that useful?”
“It doesn’t have to be useful. It’s magic.” Harry goes and sits in an alcove near a tapestry depicting a knight and a princess. Draco follows him.
Harry produces the bottle of tequila from Romilda’s game. He uncaps it and takes a sip then passes it to Draco. The mouth of the bottle is warm against Draco’s lips. He drinks dizzily, the first time he’s ever had tequila.
“I can’t believe she was trying to get people to play Spin the Bottle,” Harry says.
“I can’t believe everyone just gamely sat down for Truth or Dare.” Draco passes the bottle to Harry, who sets it on the weathered flagstones. Draco’s sleeve is still rolled up.
“That’s quite nasty, isn’t it?” Harry says, pointing to the Dark Mark.
“It makes for an okay reminder,” Draco says.
“Of what you were?” Harry asks, absurdly generous.
Draco has to take a breath. “Of who I want to be.”
Harry takes a swig of tequila, his lips shiny and wet around the glass.
“So you don’t fancy anyone at Hogwarts?” Draco asks, changing the subject, possessed briefly by some bravery he doesn’t know he had. He regrets the question the instant he asks it, the words hanging in the draughty air.
Harry ducks his head. “I… didn’t say that.”
“Ah, who’s the lucky girl then?”
“I didn’t say it was a girl, did I?” Harry asks, cheeky, then horrified.
“Oh. Are you– Do you fancy someone who’s not a girl?” Draco’s heart beats a tattoo against his rib cage.
“I–“ Harry starts and stops. “Maybe.”
The bubble of hope returns to Draco’s chest, larger now. “Have you ever kissed someone who’s not a girl?”
“No,” Harry says quickly. Then slower, quieter, “But, I think I would. Given the chance.” His eyes are massive and bright behind his glasses. Draco doesn’t know when he starts leaning forward, but once he does, he can’t stop. He tilts his head and lets Harry close the distance.
They kiss, close-mouthed and soft, the aching sweetness permeating through Draco when Harry pulls away looking dazed. They part for only a second and then Harry leans back in, his hand cupping the side of Draco’s face, fingers splaying over his neck.
Harry’s mouth is warm and wet and he tastes like liquor. Draco can’t get enough.
When they part again, Draco’s face is hot and his heart hasn’t stopped pounding and he can’t help but laugh at how strange his life has become. That he’s snogging Harry Potter in a deserted Hogwarts corridor, that he never wants to stop.
“Why are you laughing? It’s like you’ve never been kissed,” Harry says.
Draco touches his bottom lip, unable to keep himself from smiling. “I haven’t.”
Harry scrunches his nose and laughs too. They’re still sitting very close, Draco’s knees brushing against Harry’s.
“Are you– D’you want to–” Harry starts to say, but he’s already swaying into Draco’s space, crowding him, and there’s no need to say anything else.
They kiss and kiss until Draco’s lips go numb. Harry’s fingers find their way under Draco’s shirt, cold against his stomach. Draco wraps his arms around Harry’s neck and just holds on.
Eventually a strange noise breaks them apart. An hour could have passed or maybe five minutes. Draco can’t be sure.
“Mrs Norris,” Harry says, hoarsely.
♡✧( ु•⌄• )
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