decided to make this in these trying times <3

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Already vacant halls stagnant with antiquated secrets were heightened to a new level of decrepit and undesirable. It almost seemed intentional — the air of mystery and intrigue a secretive league aspired to achieve ( and they had long ago ), yet the additional silence was solely the work of one man. Funereal atmosphere did not solely dominate the headquarters of the Thieves Guild; it penetrated every crevice of normal and abnormal life. When dealing with the remnants of the X school became simply too much, the mutant cast aside his aversions of secret dominions for, apparently, even more heartache and thundering thoughts. It was both masochism and sadism, it had to be. 

Why else would Remy continually slink back to places which only provided him more silence for loud thoughts to dominate and overwhelm. If the mutant had to make sense out of it, escaping the dismal memories and screaming silence were futile, and he was just being a realist. Furthermore, the memory of Jean-Luc deemed it appropriate. Being so grim — eyes wrapped in sad lines and lips fixed tight, he loathed it . . such was life however. Fingers swept across the accumulation of dusk on the surface of the grandiose table legs were propped upon, then moved to the left to curl around a stained but dust free glass cup. While he had not touched a drop of alcohol for years, he indulged three days prior, thus he brought the glass close to nose to inhale the remnants of the alcohol. 

No, he didn’t want another drink; he just wanted to inhale the vapors as opposed to the stale air of the underground chamber. Meditation was broken by approaching footsteps, but glass remained close to face and eyes afar as though mind still remained occupied. Jean-Luc’s former right hand entered solemnly, ceased movements a foot short of the table, and retrieved a folded document from the pocket of jacket to unfold and present to the mutant. Two seconds passed before eyes acknowledged the paper, then three seconds before glass was swiftly set back on the table. The noise of glass colliding with wooden surface echoed almost painfully within the broad space.

         ❝   Don’ dese fools know there ain’t no one t’kill no’more ? Merde. De work a’ assassins don’ involve us.   ❞   Bastien remained quiet as red-on-black hues continued to read the words printed on the off-white piece of paper. Calm had dominated for so along, calm among criminals of course, that even the Thieves Guild remained relatively dormant, few members or otherwise. What was this though ??  Blood shed, more deception, and . . Bella Donna’s death. Legs jumped down from the table and both hands scrunched up the piece of paper.

        ❝   Who did dis ??   ❞   Thief was already prepared, having drawn out another item from jacket; this time a photograph which was handed over with the same amount of dexterity and care as the document. Bare fingers smoothed down the wrinkles. In similar manner a person would tenderly touch a photograph of a loved one for the sake of the heart, fingers moved across the surveillance image as though to place him beside Samantha Hawthorne, only there was nothing loving nor kind about his intentions.   

       ❝   Time t’brush off dese cob webs and find dis femme.   ❞

Drarry + Facing Demons and Finding Family

Tw: mentions of symptoms of depression, anxiety, ptsd, and child abuse. All are resolved with a happy ending.

Draco Malfoy walks the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, and it’s different now. The way it had bustled with a vibrant vivacity in his younger years is long gone now, replaced by the mediocrities that come with running errands and making stops for work. It had been repaired, for the most part, after the war, but something about the shadows of buildings that used to be constructed just a little bit different haunts Malfoy in his steps.

He turns to glance over his shoulder when the sound of a child laughing fills the spaces between bustling bodies and adult feet. A familiar tuft of blue hair comes dashing forward, and Draco feels a momentary reprieve from his own hollow dissonance. His face lights up as the boy throws his arms around his neck, crying “Cousin Draco! What are you doing here?”

And behind the vivacious grin is the humble one of Harry Potter, the boy who really did end up saving the world. Draco doesn’t hate him; how could he? If it weren’t for the testimony of the man standing there now casually in his Muggle plaid shirt and ripped-up jeans, Draco wouldn’t be walking these streets.

“Malfoy,” he puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth a bit on his feet. “What sort of business are you up to these days?”

“Oh, just... dropping off a package for the boss. You know.” He shrugs, suddenly vacant. His momentary reprieve shrinks into a daunting reality.

“Wanna come get ice cream with us?” Teddy’s toothy grin eats at the edges of his impending monotony.

“Oh, well, I wasn’t-“ he starts, but Harry Potter has stepped his foot forward.

“No, please. If you’re not too busy, we’d love to catch up. Teddy misses you.” And, allowing the package to feel a bit lighter in his coat pocket, Draco turns on one heel and heads to the parlor with them both.

***

Having Teddy Lupin run through his life is like chasing a tiny piece of dynamite. You never know just when it will explode, and when you’ve got it in your fingers it seems to roll invariably to the floor. Draco’s been waiting now for quite some time for his own destruction, but his regularly timed meetings with Harry (wow- really on a first name basis now) and his cousin had brightened his steps countably.

It seemed that the sparking fire may just never come.

***

Draco Malfoy doesn’t visit Malfoy manor, and its empty rooms are surely hung with cob webs and dust mites and other small creatures that have made it home. The stone exterior is beginning to succumb to a green vine that twists its way up the foundation, and apparently small children dare each other to knock on the door of the “Death Eater House.”

Draco doesn’t have to visit Malfoy Manor to know which ghosts roam its halls, apparitions of tortured souls and the results of his own mistakes. If only he’d stood up to his father. If only he’d run. If only...

Draco swallows, once, then twice, before straightening his stare ahead. Harry’s coming over soon, and this time Teddy is at the Burrow. They’ve never hung out like this, quite alone and unsupervised by Teddy’s string of home-made knock knock jokes. He’s not sure why, but he’s nervous.

***

After the war, Draco had considered himself a work-in-progress. He’d ventured through the stages of grief, mourning his losses and wishing he could change the past. He’d also picked himself up off of the floor, vowing to start new. None of this was easy. Panic followed him around every corner, but around every corner was the reassuring laugh of Teddy; smile of Harry. If he’s honest with himself, he’ll admit their great assistance in his own healing.

But that doesn’t stop the nightmares. Or the constant feeling of dread. And when Draco Malfoy is alone, his guilt consumes him. Why hadn’t he done the right thing? Why hadn’t he stood up to his father?

***

When Draco was eight, he’d drawn a portrait of his family. It was an assignment by his private tutor, a sort of busy-work while she prepared more practice for magical theory. He’d drawn them, stoic and cold, using shades of gray and black to fill in the spaces between them. They didn’t touch, didn’t love. Lucius told him that artists didn’t make any money in the Wizarding World. Draco ripped up the drawing and threw it in the rubbish bin.

***

When Draco’s lease on his London apartment is near its end, Harry finds him with a nervous twitch of his lips.

“You know, Draco, you don’t have to move into another building. I know you hate your neighbors because they remind you of your family. Our flat is large enough for a third member.”

Draco had almost immediately rejected- his first instinct was to scoff at any such attempts at pity. But Teddy’s eyes had met his, bright and foretelling- and his pleas almost melted Draco’s shoes to the asphalt.

“If you really want me to,” Draco smiles, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”

***

Draco hadn’t realized that his ghosts would follow him here. But as he watches the shadows dance upon the walls of his very own room, he knows he’s not dreaming. It’s his father, reminding him that he will never be good enough.

It’s his mother, watching with irrefutable silence.

It’s himself, pointing a wand at Dumbledore. Leaving with Snape. And abandoning his dreams to follow in his father’s foot steps.

It’s a portrait of Draco’s family, stone cold and frozen against the frosted window pane.

He doesn’t realize he’s screaming.

Not until the door is thrown open, and Harry’s there, sporting nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a concerned purse of his lips.

He’s on the bed, and now Draco is crying. Yelling. Laughing hysterically. Because he’s fucking insane, sitting in a bed half-naked with Harry Potter and telling himself to shut his fucking mouth before Teddy wakes up.

But Harry is gentle. He wraps his arms around his shoulders and whispers “I know. But it’s not true. None of it is real.”

And Draco sobs, without really knowing how to stop, and Harry’s skin is warm against his own. It’s the first time he’s ever really felt whole.

Hours pass, though the clock reads otherwise. And Draco tells him that he needs to go back to bed. That they’ve both got work in the morning, and Teddy is visiting Andromeda...

But, no, Harry whispers, this is more important. You are more important. When had their relationship morphed into this... whatever this is?

Draco Malfoy allows himself to be held, and it is surprisingly wonderful.

***

Working for the ministry is like working in one of those Muggle cubicles. He should be grateful for the opportunity, but Draco hates his job. His boss is monstrous, a poised figure that reminds him far too much of his father.

He gets a bit panicky when requests are made, unable to say no. Draco Malfoy never thought he’d become a push over, but his inherent desire to please, to win, to have a second chance is tumultuous.

He doesn’t know how to live without it.

***

Teddy is spending the night at the Burrow, and Draco and Harry are doing their usual dance of washing and putting away the dishes.

“Fancy a movie?” Harry asks, and something soft flutters in Draco’s chest.

“Sure.”

***

It’s midnight when Draco feels the gentle presence of Harry slumped against his shoulder, his quiet snores a rhythm that he begins to memorize.

He doesn’t move, and the stillness is what allows him to feel the sporadic twitches that begin to ripple through Harry’s body.

“No, no,” he murmurs, “Please, no. Hermione... Cruciatus...”

Draco freezes, and he immediately understands the inner workings of Harry’s psyche.

He was there when his aunt Bella inflicted near irreparable damage to Hermione Granger. He didn’t stand up. He didn’t stop her.

There’s a tightness in his chest, and it fluctuates with his heart rate. Harry is having a nightmare, and it’s all his fault.

“You’ll never make up for what you’ve done,” he hears his father say, and the words are a gun to his head.

“Harry,” he whispers, desperately running his fingers along the side of his arm to calm him. If he couldn’t go back, the least he could do is aid his sleep.

Harry settles, and Draco breathes a sigh of relief. His father is laughing at him.

Ghostly shadows dance along the walls, flickering in the dim light of the TV. The world seems to grow around him, and he is infintismal.

His palms are sweaty as the guilt settles, rotting a hole in his stomach. And then there’s a whisper, a subtle word that shifts everything: “Draco.”

He glances at Harry’s face twice to make sure he’s not imagining the slight tug at the corner of his mouth. He said Draco’s name. And, from the depths of his slumber, he’s smiling.

Draco’s eyes are prickly, and he’s not sure why there are tears surfacing at such an inopportune moment. Perhaps he’s gone completely insane... or maybe...

“Not your father, Draco... amazing... need you... love you...”

A light seems to dissipate the shadows, which morph and expand into unidentifiable shapes before they slowly vanish. Draco’s hands are still clammy, but his mind is on overdrive.

The Savior of the Wizarding World is dreaming about him. Believes in him. Maybe, even...loves him?

And the remaining shadows come crashing down, spirits that find rest in redemption. If Harry Potter, with his stupid scar, and his stupid broomstick, could think highly of Draco Malfoy, the ex-death eater... maybe he could forgive himself.

Maybe... and then there are images flashing through his mind. Of stone family drawings and cruel and unjust punishment.

Of the desire to please, so much, that if his father pointed a wand at his throat he’d beg for forgiveness. Of pretending to have dignity for so long that he’d lost his own along the way.

And then, another sleepy rasp from Potter: “not your fault...”

And something snaps inside him.

“Not my fault,” he repeats, barely audible, yet it rattles an earthquake that cracks the floor. The ground faults, and everything he’s ever know crumbles before him.

“You are pathetic.” The voice of his father shakes the walls, breaks the foundation. Rips open the fortress of his solitude, jagged lines coursing through his very being and down to his core.

There’s a wand at his throat.

Harry isn’t here. Here, it’s a Malfoy’s paradise, and Draco’s skin crawls at the realistic image of his father before him. He’s so fucking life-like, the drawl of his criticism dripping with the poison of a basilisk. He’s smiling, and that hurts. It’s malicious.

But then, another whisper. A distant proclamation that rings through the periphery of his hearing. “Draco... always... good enough...”

Fuck. Harry?

“Good enough,” he repeats, the syllables a solid reality, just like the man before him. And, in a sudden fit of realization, Draco realizes the epitome of his salvation.

“You’re not real,” he says, and the words are a bit shaky as they permeate the air. His father’s face twists into something unreadable, a cross between a scowl and utter shock.

“You’re not real.” The wand lowers. His brow narrows.

“You were never real. My father is in Azkaban. You are just the ghost of what he did to me.”

His hands are drifting into the atmosphere, like grains of sand dissipating toward the floor. His expression morphs into utter fear, and, for once, Draco feels powerful.

It was never about defeating him. He could have dualed his fractured subconscious for years, constantly bettering himself, only to fall again. And the wand would always be pointed at his throat

But Harry, Harry said he was good enough. And he can hear the distant titter of Teddy’s amusement, the padding of his socks as they bounce along the hardwood floor of their flat. Of their home.

Harry cares. Loves. And so Draco must love himself.

“You could never kill me,” he says to the air, as the whisp of Lucius Malfoy’s presence fades into nothing. “It was just me, all along. Hurting myself because you trained me to. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fucking fault.”

There’s a sudden whoosh, and the room is spinning. And then it’s not. And Draco Malfoy is sitting next to a blissfully sleeping Harry Potter in a London flat.

The movie is over, and all that remains of the last few minutes is a line of scrolling credits.

The shadows, they’re gone. And somehow, Draco is no longer haunted. The house is peaceful, and a serenity seems to fill it’s every crevice, binding the cracks that once cleaved the walls. He pulls Harry closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Taking a risk he’d never had the confidence to execute.

Harry smiles, stirring a bit before turning his green gaze upward. “That’s nice,” he says, and Draco chuckles.

“Yeah, it is, hm?”

“Hey Draco?”

He doesn’t reply, but meets that vibrant stare of his with irrefutable honesty.

“Thanks for being a part of our family.”

“Family?” The word nervously slips his lips. He’s never done this before.

Harry nods. “You, me, and Teddy.”

His eyes are prickly again, and he swallows a hard lump in the back of his throat. “I love the sound of that. Of family.”

“Good. Because I’ll hex you if you go anywhere. Old habits do die hard, you know.”

Draco laughs, hearty. Whole. Harry snuggles into his shoulder, falling asleep lightly as he thoughtfully plans his next project.

***

The next day, Teddy enters to find Draco drawing a picture of his family at the kitchen table.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks curiously, hopping onto Draco’s lap as he sketches.

The picture before them is a family, a blonde, a brunette, and a tuft or blue hair between them. There are no spaces, no empty holes between their bodies, and the sky is a vibrant array of purples and oranges.

“Let’s hang it on the fridge!” Teddy exclaims, grasping it and running to attach it to the front of the surface.

Draco eyes the picture smiling, and it is the best he’s ever felt.

People, June 8

Cover: Lori Loughlin Pleads Guilty -- why she finally confessed 

Page 1: Chatter -- Jerry Seinfeld cracking about why he hasn’t returned to TV after Seinfeld, Tracee Ellis Ross on getting compared to her mom Diana Ross, Blake Shelton pretending he can’t even be in the same room as fellow Voice coach Nick Jonas, Sarah Michelle Gellar on her quarantine wardrobe, John Legend joking to his wife Chrissy Teigen, Pamela Anderson revealing her thoughts on the 2017 Baywatch movie adaptation 

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Mindy Kaling is writing Legally Blonde 3, a Friends cookbook will hit shelves in September, Twitter spreads the love, the trikini hits the beach, Jason Derulo shows the wrong way to eat corn on the cob 

Page 5: Contents 

Page 6: StarTracks -- Jason Momoa hit the road in Southern California with his vintage motorcycle 

Page 7: Jay Leno was riding in style when he went for a cruise around Beverly Hills, Tyler the Creator performed a balancing act during a bike ride around L.A. 

Page 8: Stars’ Best Friends -- Diplo and his dog, Chace Crawford and his dog Shiner, Lana Condor and her dog Emmy, Martha Stewart and dogs Creme Brulee and Emperor Han, Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes and dogs Leo and Thunder, Please Adopt, Don’t Shop 

Page 9: Brie Bella and twin Nikki Bella show off their baby bumps, Lizzo in the pool, Owen Wilson went for a swim in the ocean in Malibu, Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos congratulated son Michael Consuelos on his virtual graduation from NYU 

Page 10: Stars Staying Active -- Tampa Bay Buccaneers QB Tom Brady along with Tiger Woods and Peyton Manning helped raise $20 million for coronavirus relief at a celebrity gold tournament in Hobe Sound, Jonah Hill surfing in Malibu, Gavin Rossdale played a shirtless game of tennis in L.A. 

Page 11: Oprah Winfrey and longtime partner Stedman Graham put together a puzzle on a weekday night, Carrie Underwood in a pool ready look, pregnant Katherine Schwarzenegger Pratt matched with mom Maria Shriver while on a walk with brother Patrick Schwarzenegger, Dwyane Wade revealed his fire-engine red hair 

Page 13: Ana de Armas meets Ben Affleck’s kids -- it’s getting serious 

Page 14: Matt Lauer battles Ronan Farrow 

Page 16: Heart Monitor -- Lili Reinhart and Cole Sprouse split, Meghan King and Christian Schauf new couple, Kim Kardashian West and Kanye West happy anniversary, Max Ehrich and Demi Lovato heating up 

Page 19: Prince William on his scariest moment 

Page 21: Tyler Hubbard and Brian Kelley of Florida Georgia Line on music and marriage and family life in isolation, Kandi Burruss goes from RHOA to The Masked Singer 

Page 22: Passages, Why I Care -- Sandra Lee is working with World Food Program USA to help end the hunger crisis 

Page 23: John Loengard 1934-2020

Page 24: Stories to Make You Smile -- for her 45th birthday an inspiring woman carries out 45 acts of kindness, a newborn photo shoot for a kitten spreads joy 

Page 27: People Picks -- Space Force 

Page 28: Dirty John: The Betty Broderick Story, Central Park 

Page 29: Ramy, One to Watch -- pop star ALMA 

Page 30: The High Note, Queer Eye, Future -- High Off Life, Q&A Yvonne Orji 

Page 32: Books -- must-reads for summer 

Page 34: Cover Story -- Lori Loughlin and Mossimo Giannulli plead guilty -- why they finally confessed -- in a surprise move the couple agree to a last-chance deal in the college admissions cheating scandal: they deeply regret what they did 

Page 40: Orphaned by COVID-19 -- their father died of cardiac arrest in 2012 and now they’ve lost their mom to the coronavirus but the 6 Rutter siblings won’t let anything tear their family apart 

Page 44: Sofia Vergara’s Post-Modern Life -- the new America’s Got Talent judge talks about time at home with her loved ones and moving on from Modern Family 

Page 46: Kim Campbell on the Glen Campbell I Loved -- in a new memoir Glen’s widow shares the story of their decades together and the pain of his battles with alcoholism and Alzheimer’s 

Page 53: Kristin Scott Thomas -- What I Know Now -- the actress on memorable roles, healing from tragedy and why she never moved to Hollywood 

Page 56: Zac Brown -- A Grammy Winner’s New Moves -- the singer opens up about taking musical risks and how self-isolating has let him slow down and focus on his five kids 

Page 60: Glennon Doyle and Abby Wambach -- How We Found Love and Our True Selves -- the bestselling author and her soccer star wife open up about letting go of their painful pasts and finding joy in the new life and blended family they’ve created together 

Page 64: Singer Jhene Aiko finding peace after tragedy -- when her brother died of cancer the R&B star struggled with deep despair; now she’s healing and making hits 

Page 67: Amazing Transformations -- these 7 people (and a dog) changed their lives 

Page 68: Chelsea Fearce from homeless teen to Yale medical student 

Page 69: Sharon Osbourne from redhead to silver-haired icon 

Page 70: Kiah Twisselman from self-sabotager to weight-loss coach, Chico from shelter dog to movie star 

Page 71: Isaac Budmen and Stephanie Keefe from tech entrepreneurs to PPE manufacturers 

Page 73: Leslie Campbell from restaurant manager to zero-waste expert 

Page 75: Guy Fieri from flavortown to fundraising 

Page 87: Second Look -- Jimmy Fallon and Elmo 

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Josh Gad

Sam Says,Can I Tell You A Fun Fact? Swans Only Have One Partner For Their Whole Life, If Their Partners Die They Could Die From A Broken Heart. It's Like I Was Reading About Myself And Not The Species Of Bird. Swans Are Highly Intelligent And Remember Who Has Been Kind To Them, Or Not. Man, What A Compliment! Amazing Swan Facts About A Cob Make Them Distinguishable From Other Birds. A Cob Or A Male Swan Acts Responsibly For His Children And For His Partner. He Protects His Family By Making A Blow Using His Knucklebone. The Blow From His Wing Is Said To Be Strong Enough To Break A Man's Hand. Swan Says,I Wouldn't Want To Take A Punch From Him! Sam Says,That's Interesting, And I Will Want To Add Although It Is True That Swans Are Gentle And Defensive Animals By Nature, They Have Their Rare Moments Of Aggression. If Any Intruder (Such As Another Swan, Geese, Or Even A Human) Gets Too Close To Their Nesting Ground Or Young, They May Chase Them Away. They May Also Bite – Not In The Typical Sense Considering They Have No Teeth, But They Can Still Pinch The Skin Which Can Be Irritable. Can You Bite Like That, Daddy? Swan Says,Heck, Yeah! Sam Says,You Know What? I Would Love Twilight Better If Swan From Phantom Of The Paradise Was Bella's Father, You Know, Adding The Portrait Of Dorian Gray In The Vampires And Werewolves Film. What Do You Think Of That? Swan Says,I Lobe It. Sam Says,Do You Get Teased A Lot? Swan Says While Rolling His Eyes,You Sure Bet I Do. People Call Me A Blonde Austin Powers. I Think That Is Mildly Insulting. People Think I Am Stuck In The 1960'S,1970'S. That Doesn't Stop Me, Though. I Am Continuing To Incorporate Cultural Elements Of The 1960S And 1970S In 2017. I Continue The Dream, So To Speak. I Always Wear Flared Elephant Bells Bellbottoms,Waistcoats Lapels Vests,Colorful Patterned Frilly Shirts,Ascots To Look Out Of 1960'S Counterculture. I Do That Because I Like The Style Compared To The Style Today. I Was Often Accessorised With Bright, Bold Colorful Shirts And High-Heeled Boots. Some May Say I Looked A Little Feminine, But Never Mind That. The Flamboyant Look Was In,And Is Still In For Me. During The Mid-1960S Frills And Cravats Came Back In, Together With Vividly Printed Shirts. I'm Contributing To The Trend Even If I'm The Only One Still Doing It. My Patterned Waistcoats With Lapels Is A Little More Elegant And Dandy. It Also Works A Little Better When Worn On It’s Own Or With The Suit Jacket On. I Don't Think It's A Real Jacket, To Be Honest. It’s More Jacket-Like, I Guess You Could Say. One More Thing, I Promise. Finally, Lapels And Trousers Took On Exaggeratedly Wide Dimensions. I Kinda Of Like That. I Have Been Called A Hippie Nowadays, But I Have Also Been Called A Hippie Then, Too. I Don't Care About Being Called A Hippie. The 60'S Slang I Use Nowadays Are Far Out,Peace Out,Groovy,Outta Sight,Freakin' Out,Flower Child,Make Love Not War,Cop A Feel,Love Bite,Shag,Rave On, Rip-City,Peace And Love. Man, I Wish That Slang Was Used Today! How Cool Would That Be? The Woodstock Festival Was A Three-Day Concert (Which Rolled Into A Fourth Day) That Involved Lots Of Sex, Drugs, And Rock 'N Roll - Plus A Lot Of Mud. Mud Riding Would Be Fun! The Woodstock Music Festival Of 1969 Has Become An Icon Of The 1960S Hippie Counterculture. It Was In August 15-18, 1969. I Went There. I Went With Your Mother Whom Was A Flower Child Hippie Back Then. She Was So Beautiful. When I Was There, We Had So Much Fun Together. The Woodstock Was Just Absolutely Fantastic. That Was Not Even Close To All The Good Stuff You Can Imagine. Granny Takes A Trip Was A Boutique Opened In February 1966 At 488 Kings Road, Chelsea, London. The Shop, Which Was Acquired By Freddie Hornik In 1969, Remained Open Until The Mid-1970S And Has Been Called The "First Psychedelic Boutique In Groovy London Of The 1960S. You Want To Know Something Interesting About It? The Name Of The Boutique Was Giving Away Its Policy – ‘Granny’ Symbolized The Influence Of The Past, And ‘Trip’ , A Colourful World Of Bougeoing Hippie Movement And Its Drug Of Choice – Lsd. I Used To Shop There A Lot Because Lots Of Good Stuff There. You Something Else Fantastic? Granny’s Opened In February 1966 At 488 King’s Road, A Previously Unfashionable Part Of The Road Also Revered To As The World’s End, In London. That's Awesome, Right? They Used To Cut Up Colorful Blouses And Floral Dresses And Turn Them Into Colorful Patterned Shirts Or Tops For Men. I Guess You Can Say That Created The Feminine Look For Me. What Was Great About Granny’s Was That There Were No Boundaries. Anything Went And They Kept On Changing. The Effect Of Granny’s Clothes Was Foppish, Flamboyant And Decadent – A 1960’S Reinvention On Fin-De Siecle Dandyism. They Were Absolutely One Of A Kind. It Was A True Mish-Mash Of Influences - My Garments Had To Be Either Colorful Or Unusual Or Both. What Do You Think? Sam Says,Your Garments Are Colorful And Anything But Boring. Your Sixties Grooviness Is Just Awesome. You're A Blast From The Past. Your Personality Is 1960S Swinging London, With Your Advocacy For Free Love, Your Use Of Obscure Impressions And Your Colorful Clothing Style. You Are So Unique. Swan Says,Why, Thank You. I Am Embodying The Swinging London Mod Culture And Hippie Culture Of The 1960S,1970'S. I Hope You Like It. Sam Says,I Wouldn't Change A Thing About It. Swan Says,I Appreciate That About You. I Always Wear Elephant Bells, Popular In The Mid-To-Late 1967-1970S, Were Similar To Loon Pants Which Was A Variant On Bell-Bottomed Trousers, With An Increased Flare. They Are Great. Elephant Bells Had A Marked Flare Below The Knee, Often Covering My Shoes. Shoes? I Have Shoes! Oh No, Where Are They? Anyway, The Preferred Shoes Were Platform Shoes With Soles At Least 2 Inches (5.1 Cm) Thick And Heels 4 To 5 Inches (10 To 13 Cm) To Keep The Pants' Hems Off The Ground. That Way I Never Dragged My Pants On The Ground. They Were So Popular That They Became A Symbol Of The Outlandish And Colorful Style Of The Decade. Awesome, Right? Sam Says,Yeah, And Is The Shop You Shopped At Then Closed? Hey Where Do You Shop Now. I'm Curious To Know. Swan Jokes,You Know Where I Shop At Now? Forever 21. No Wonder I Always Look Young Despite Being Old, Obviously. Sam Laughed And Says,You Have Quite A Sense Of Humor. Swan Says,I Know Right? Sam Says,Where Do You Like To Shop At For Real? Swan Says,I'm Glad You Asked. I Like Hot Topic The Store Because Of All The Costumes And Accessories. They Fit My Tastes. It's So Gothic And Dark, And Others Don't Seem To Appreciate My Style, Honestly. I Have Been Called A Emo,Goth,Scene Because It's So Dark. You Know What? I Miss The Hippie 60'S. When It Was Cool To Wear The Clothes I Just Can't Stand Not Wearing I Love Them So Much. Sam Says,You Know What? Uncle Paul Was Very Popular In The 1970'S, Which I Know You Already Know. But Did You Also Know, Although Predominantly Known For His Music, Paul Williams Has Also Appeared In Films And Many Television Guest Spots, Such As The Faustian Record Producer Swan In Brian Depalma's Film Phantom Of The Paradise (1974)—A Rock And Roll Adaptation Of The Phantom Of The Opera, Faust And The Picture Of Dorian Gray, For Which Williams Also Wrote The Songs Also You Cowrote The Script With Brian Depalma. And He Was As Virgil, The Genius Orangutan In Battle For The Planet Of The Apes (1973). On February 9, 1973, Williams Made A Joke Appearance On The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson In Which He Sang A Song In Full Make-Up As Virgil. He Also Played Migelito Loveless, Jr. In The Wild Wild West Revisited (1979), A Reunion Movie Featuring The Original Cast Of Wild Wild West Television Series, And Played Himself, Singing A Song To Felix Unger's Daughter Edna, In The Odd Couple Television Series In 1974. After Appearing On The Muppet Show In 1976, Williams Worked Closely With Jim Henson's Henson Productions On The Muppet Movie, Most Specifically On The Soundtrack, And Even Had A Cameo In The Movie As The Piano Player In The Nightclub (Who Had A Sign On The Piano Saying "Don't Shoot Piano Player") Where Kermit The Frog Meets Fozzie Bear. He Was Also The Lyricist For Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas. Williams Was Hired By Tv Producers Paul Junger Witt And Tony Thomas To Write Title Tracks For Two Of Their Abc Comedies, It Takes Two (1982–1983), On Which He Also Co-Sang With Crystal Gayle, And Condo (1983), In Which Williams' Theme Was Sung By Drake Frye. Williams Has Appeared In Many Minor Roles. He Provided The Voice Of The Penguin In Batman: The Animated Series. He Appeared On An Episode Of Walker, Texas Ranger As A Radio Dj Covering A Modern-Day Bonnie And Clyde. He Appeared In 2009 In An Episode Of Nickelodeon's Children's Show Yo Gabba Gabba! Entitled "Weather", Where He Performed "Rainbow Connection". He Has Also Appeared On Cartoon Network's Dexter's Laboratory Where He Played Professor Williams In An Episode Entitled "Just An Old Fashioned Lab Song". He Made Numerous Television Appearances In The 1970S And 1980S, Including On Hawaii Five-O, Match Game '79, Hollywood Squares, The Love Boat, Fantasy Island,The Hardy Boys, The Fall Guy, And The Gong Show. In October 1980, Williams Was Host Of The Mickey Mouse Club 25Th Anniversary Special On Nbc-Tv. He Stated That He And You Both Tried Out For The Show In Early 1955 And Were Both Turned Down. He Was A Frequent Guest And Performer On The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson. He Also Appears As The Man Making The Phone Call At The Beginning Of The Music Video For Hank Williams Jr.'S Song "All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight". And So, So Much More! He Was Very Well Known By Everyone, Including You, Of Course. Everyone Knew Him. Were You Jealous Of Him Getting More Fame Than You Back Then. He Stole Your Spotlight, Huh? Swan Says,Well, Yeah, In A Way He Did. Sometimes The Icarly Fans Say That Paul Williams Created The Show, But I Did. Sam Says,I See How That Would Be Bothersome. Swan Says,Yep. Sam Says,You Have A Creative, Colorful Imagination Like He Does. Swan Says,I Know, I Know. Speaking Of Colorful,And I'm Getting Off Topic Now, Cyclia Was Created By The Muppets Creator Jim Henson And Willy. Willy Wonka, You Know? The Club Was Very Small. Suddenly, It Got A Whole Lot Bigger. It Felt Trippy,Not Knowing If They Were Just Seeing Things. Sam Says,Was It Just Their Imagination? Swan Says,Nope.

SABRauviMWA || Disney  || Bella and Mina.

With no school for Bella and Mina having time off, the two of them were at a loss of what to do. Bella’s friends were heading off to Europe and England, but there was no way that Mina could afford it. Her salary wasn't bad, but she would struggle for the rest of the summer if she took  them abroad. So she decided to take Bella to Disney, it was close and for two nights they would live like princesses in the resort. She would bring their own food and drink for the evenings and hide them away in a suitcase and then they would have breakfast and lunch in the resort. She would get them there early on the first day so Bella could play in the pool for a few hours. Seeing Bella’s face would be enough. The poor child had been through enough for one adults lifetime and yet she still held a smile. It helped that she thought that Mina was the embodiment of an actual superhero. Fighting to save other children and then coming home to protect her. Bella felt safe, wanted and loved. Money didn’t matter to them. As long as they had each other. The day before they left, Mina decided to take Bella shopping to the thrift stores to hunt out anything Disney. Hats and t.shirts and shorts were bought and sun cream and sunglasses were also investments, they also grabbed two fake Minnie mouse rucksacks. So it wasn't from the resort. So what. 

Once home from the shopping trip, Mina made Bella her favourite dinner of hot dogs and curly fries with a corn on the cob. She then ran her a bubble bath and they splashed around till it was time for Bella to get out. She got dressed into her night dress and padded down the stairs and sat in front of the TV watching Sleeping beauty and Mina dried her hair. Once the movie was over Mina carried Bella to bed ans then went down and sat in the yard as the sunset, with a glass of wine and a salad. She got the outfits ready for them both and then went up to bed, checking on Bella first.  The following morning Bella walked into the kitchen and ran around the breakfast table as Mina made them pancakes.  They both showered and got dressed and then Mina’s boss arrived in his soft top to take them to the resort. Bella had never been in a fast car with no roof and squealed and giggled all the way there. Mina pulled out the cases as Bella raced into the huge hotel and stared at her surroundings. Who said you had to go far away to live a dream. Mina walked along with Bella and they were given their key at reception. The room looked out over the park and as Mina unpacked and hid the food they had snuck in, Bella changed into her daisy duck swimsuit. “ Can we go i n the pool now muma?” She asked. Being called Muma never got old. It felt so right. “ Of course baby. let Muma get changed.” She said and gave Bella a towel before quickly slipping into a simple black swimsuit.  After an hour of playing in the pool, they went back to their room and got changed for the park.  Bella was so excited and Mina had to admit she was a little excited too. 

Disney was everything and more then they had expected. Bella chased Mina around and then a  Prince Phillip from Sleeping beauty, danced with both Mina and Bella. They went on most of the rides and then had a lunch before going back on more of the rides.They stayed and watched the fireworks and then when it got late, A tired Mina carried Bella up to the room and laid her down in her bed before going out on the balcony and reading a book. It was like being on holiday. The following morning, they had a little swim before breakfast and then headed back to the park for more fun. It was then Mina got a text from her boss who had given her a bonus. Something that she later found out didn't exist, it was just him being kind. With the bonus, Mina put half away and then gave Bella some money to buy a toy and a cup. She then treated them to dinner. That night they both slept soundly and the following morning they played in the pool till Mina’s boss came to collect them. By the time they had got home, Bella was exhausted and after a quick play in the garden, she was asleep. Mina tucked her in then spent the rest of the night washing clothes and unpacking. She knew Bella had a sleep over with friends the following day, so Mina packed up her bag and then went up to bed. She stared at the ceiling and wondered if this was enough for Bella. The dream would be to find a man who would want a woman and child, but the likelihood of some guy wanting a ready made family was pretty slim when they lived in Los Angeles, the place full of playboy models and actresses. But it didn't phase Mina, they had each other. As for guys, Mina just had to forget about love. 

The Bitch of Living - Jacob/Edward [Twilight]

Title: The Bitch of Living Characters/Pairings: Jacob/Edward Rating: R Warnings: Sex stuff. Complete crack. Word Count: 1947 Spoiler Alert: Sort of for Eclipse, but it’s pretty safe, I think. Summary: It had been exactly four days, thirteen hours, forty-six minutes, and eighteen seconds since me and Jacob Black had been locked unceremoniously into this godforsaken room at the back of the house. Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I am just using them for my own nefarious purposes. A/N: For daintress. You can take this as slightly AU; it doesn’t really fit in with canon. Corn on the cob is not the wisest thing to eat while trapped in a padded room with your worst enemy. Because, for one, when you got the little bits of corn stuck in between your teeth, said enemy would point and laugh in your face, waving his own corn in front of your nose and advising you to floss. Enemy would then retract this statement, postulating that corn might be a bit difficult to get out of fangs, but that you should attempt to do so anyway. Complete and utter insanity was imminent. It had been exactly four days, thirteen hours, forty-six minutes, and eighteen seconds since me and Jacob Black had been locked unceremoniously into this godforsaken room at the back of the house. It was the price we had to pay for brawling out in public - it had been an unnecessary risk, and I should not have lost my temper, but the wolf seemed to have secret knowledge of which buttons of mine to push, and how hard to push them. Coupled with his deep-seated hatred for me and my kind, his ruthless mischievousness, and his unrelenting desire to drive me up the wall…well, it was a recipe for disaster, in short. And also, apparently, for taunts about how I choose to eat my vegetables. “Why are you eating your corn in a circle? Why don’t you eat it in a line like a normal person?” He paused. “Oh, wait. Never mind.” I glared at him, strongly tempted to throw my corn at his head (wouldn't have been much of a loss - I was only eating it in the first place because I was so intensely bored), but I managed to restrain myself and simply replied, “I could say the same for you. I fail to see why you are choosing to slobber all over yourself and spit out random bits of corn all over the place. You’re the slobbiest person I’ve ever met…and that is really saying something.” “Whatever. Is that blood-sucker ever going to let us out of here?” He stood up and looked out of the small window at the dark sky. “Two more minutes trapped in this place with you and I might go totally batshit crazy.” “Carlisle says he’s not going to let us out until we learn to respect each other.” Which most likely meant that we would be spending the entirety of our existences in this room. Knowing us, this would be an extremely long amount of time. “I can’t believe he gave us corn, too,” he went on, tossing his bare cob to the side and licking his lips. “How stereotypical can you get, anyway? Just because I’m a native…” “I’m…pretty sure that’s not what he had in mind, pup.” He glared at me. “Don’t call me pup, blood-sucker.” “Don’t call me blood-sucker, Jacob.” He huffed and crossed his arms, then turned in his seat to face the opposite wall. I sighed. He operated on such a short fuse. It was a wonder he hadn’t exploded like a nuclear bomb yet. “You’re not reading my thoughts, are you?” the wolf suddenly asked, flicking his head slightly. “No.” Of course, now I had to. I immediately regretted it. I was hit by an onslaught of highly erotic, grossly perverted, extremely graphic images of him and Bella doing certain things that made me want to pull my brain out through my nostrils and claw my eyes out of their sockets. Dammit, he was doing this on purpose. “Would you cut it out?!” I snarled, curling my hands into fists and glaring at the back of his head. “You said you weren’t reading my thoughts!” He did not sound terribly upset, however. “That was your fault. You deliberately baited me.” The urge to kill him was growing stronger by the second. He just sniffed and pulled his knees up to his chest. I leaned back against the wall, rubbing my forehead. At least the mental images had stopped now. I would not be venturing into that twisted mind of his again any time soon. “So,” he said abruptly, “did all of that…like, did it disgust you?” “All of what?” “You know. What I just thought.” “Of course it did! I don’t want to think about her doing - that - with you.” “What about you, though?” He turned around in his seat and looked up at me. “What if it was you and her…would that disgust you?” I stared at him. “What are you, some sort of imbecile?” “Maybe. Just answer the question.” “No, it wouldn’t. I would rather enjoy it, to be honest.” “But you can’t,” he said softly. “You can’t do that with her, no matter how times you imagine it…but I could, easily.” I snorted, even though his words had stung a bit. “As if she ever would.” “It’s not a question of whether she would. It’s whether we could. And we could. You can’t.” I scowled at him. “Are you trying to get me to murder you?” He bit his lip. “No.” “Then what are you trying to do?” He furrowed his brows, as if concentrating particularly hard - “…You want to do WHAT?!?!” I backed as far away from him as I could, my eyes wide. “Think about it,” he said. “It makes sense.” “I don’t know in what insane world that that makes sense, but I can assure you that it does not make any amount of sense on the planet Earth.” My stomach was sinking faster and faster as that wolf kept throwing those goddamn images at me. He stood up and casually put his hands in his pockets. It was disconcerting, him being cool and collected and me being the one out of control. “Think about it seriously for a minute. We’re both after the same girl. Neither of us is gonna have sex with her - it’s impossible for you and she won’t do it with me because she wants you.” His face twisted slightly when he said that. “So, we’re two sexually frustrated guys trapped in a room together. I mean…what else is there to do?” I sputtered incoherently. “This is just - I mean, of all the things - I can’t even - what’s wrong with you?!” “What? Are you some kinda homophobe or something?” “No! But…I’m not gay!” “Neither am I.” He stepped closer, and I moved even further away. “You haven’t thought about it?” “What - no! I mean…” Well, they had just been fleeting, stray thoughts, they didn’t mean anything… “It must be great to be able to read minds,” he said, sounding a little frustrated. “Not really.” Not anymore, anyway. “Would you at least give it a try?” he asked. “I mean, this sort of thing is supposed to happen all of the time. Don’t you read fanfiction?” “What the hell is fanfiction?” He was still projecting these images at me, but at this point, they had become somewhat…arousing. He looked down and smirked. “You’re getting hard.” “I am not.” I looked down also, just to check. Ah…apparently I was. This wasn’t good. I was literally and figuratively backed into a corner at this point, so all the wolf had to do was suddenly launch himself at me and slam his lips against mine. It… Well, it wasn’t half-bad. Rather…rather pleasing, actually. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth, and I moaned involuntarily. Very involuntarily. I had to hand it to him, though; he knew what he was doing. I thought about Bella as I kissed him. In my mind, it was Bella I was kissing, not him. Or at least on some level it was. On another level - an entirely disturbing level - it was the wolf I was kissing. Jacob. Jacob Black. No amount of therapy was ever going to make this moment okay. Somehow we had ended up on the floor, hands everywhere, groaning, chests heaving up and down, bodies hot and flush against each other. I was indescribably turned-on at this point, and judging from the bulge I felt pressed up against my groin, the feeling was mutual. His long fingers dug into my hair, and he murmured something incomprehensible; I paid no attention to this, however, and instead leaned near his ear and softly whispered: “Are you going to fuck me three ways to Sunday or not, pup?” He let out a strange, strangled noise, then flipped me over and pinned me on my back. He leaned in now and whispered, his breath hot on my ear, “I fucking love it when you call me that.” Huh. Could’ve fooled me. He started to massage my erection through my pants; I shuddered and bit my lip to keep from crying out his name. All thoughts of Bella had been totally wiped from my mind, and all I could concentrate on was him, and him un-zipping my pants, and pulling down my boxers, and stroking. “Oh, God…” I was moaning entirely too much, this just felt way too good, the pleasure was almost more than I could stand and then his mouth was on me and all cognitive functions ceased to exist. I gripped onto his head just to keep some sense of reality as his tongue swirled in just the right places, somehow, and my face screwed up and the moaning had reached new heights. He was moaning too, I could feel it thrumming against me, and that just made everything worse. Or better, depending on your perspective of things. “I…I don’t think this is what Carlisle meant when he said to learn to respect each other,” I managed to gasp out. “Shut up,” he growled, and did something…odd, but nevertheless extraordinarily effective. I cried out one last time and came into his mouth, shaking and panting. He pulled away and spat onto the floor, then rolled next to me. He was panting as well. “So,” he finally said after a few moments of silence. “Were you thinking about Bella?” “I was at the beginning,” I admitted, “but not towards the end.” “Neither was I.” I looked over at him. “We’re rather bad people, you realize.” “No. You’re not a bad person. Because, you know. You’re not a person.” I rolled my eyes. “Wow. That’s really turning me on, Jacob. I think I could take you right now.” “So why don’t you?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. He was about to take off his pants when suddenly the door swung open. Jacob and I stared at up at Carlisle in horrified shock as he looked at us, eyebrow raised. “Might want to pull your pants up, Edward,” he said dryly. I did, hastily. Jacob was blushing furiously, and I’m pretty sure that I would have been also, were I able. “Listen, Carlisle, it’s not what it looks - ” I started, but he raised a hand to silence me. “Edward. I don’t want to know. I really don’t want to know. Just… you two get yourselves together and get out of here.” He turned on his heel and left, shaking his head. We scrambled up from the floor, dusting ourselves off. “So…” I said. “Yeah.” “This…this never happened, right?” I asked cautiously, looking carefully at his face. “No. Of course it didn’t.” He didn’t look upset, and I did a quick probe (if you’ll pardon the pun) into his thoughts; no, he wasn’t upset. He was relieved, actually. “Well, good. That’s settled.” I would’ve shaken his hand, but that would’ve been odd after what had just happened. Or hadn’t happened. “I still hate you, you know,” he said. “I hate you also, of course.” “Glad that’s clear.” And he strode out of the room, hands in his pockets again. Well. This was just another item on the list of things to never tell Bella. Ever.

hmm since Clary also has the scar from having contact with an angel, do you think all of Clace's kids will inherit it? like will it stop being the "one of our ancestors fucked in a cave" scar & start being the "our ancestors were child experiments" scar?

also for my tmi reread I kinda want to keep track of all the times one of them nearly dies/does die because I feel like they're always nearly dying 💀

Magnus just telling them his tragic back story pretty much unprompted. okay then.

alec in his asshole era !!

I hate every character in this book

this is painful to read

the way jace will always defend his hair but also. GREAT AUNT MATILDA????

not only does she hail from Brooklyn, she's also the great great great granddaughter of the first female Cousul & the guy who invent sensors & portals so. checkmate. also clary went straight for the jugular damn 💀

I hate it here 😞