Not Sure Why My Neck Has Become Invisible, But It Is What It Is...

Not sure why my neck has become invisible, but it is what it is...

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When I hear stories like this is breaks my heart, that parents who have birth to, and raised this child, could to callously treat them this way, all because that child didn't follow the "path" the parents expected, or what society deems acceptable.

Maybe it's because I was raised in the LBGTQ+ community that I can't grasp the mindset of such bigoted parents. I mean that's your f*cking kid, you're supposed to love them, keep them sheltered from harm, be their support as they grow and learn to navigate the world on their own! Not disown them and kick them to the curb because they don't feel comfortable in the skin they were born into.

I hope that OP doesn't take offense to my added note here, but if anyone can help them, I wanted to share this, and maybe get them the financial help they are asking for, so they can move forward to their own independence from such a negative and toxic environment.

🚨!!! PLEASE RB !!! TRYING TO ESCAPE ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD !!! 🚨

tw for medication, parental abuse, transphobia //

opening up something new with these commissions while I try to get diagnoses for my ADHD/depression/etc (that I wasn’t allowed by my family to screen for), as well as getting through undergrad at my university, and hopefully get an apartment somewhere away from my abusive household !! please consider commissioning me, or sharing this post if you can’t !!

I also have the classic commissions open, with both digital and traditional mediums (here is an example of the invisible ink/glowing ink).

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Hey @faevorite-main-blog @xxdrarryrebellexx @bluebutter-art @sitp-recs @l0vegl0wsinthedark @thesleepiesthufflepuff come have fun being a pretty witch...

The lovely @teacup-tai tagged me in this adorably witchy picrew and I love it, the starry cosmic cape is everything 😍

Looking a little bit sulky here but I dig it 😂 tagging everyone who sees this and wants to play - @ me so I can have a peep! ❤️

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

@slytherco how dare you hit my heart with a Confringo before casting a quick Reparo!!? This is beautiful. I love love love it so much. Thank you for sharing this drabble.

His hands are shaking so hard he almost drops his phone.

He presses play. 

“Is it recording?”

“How on earth should I know? It was your idea.”

Harry’s lips stretch into a wobbly smile despite his chest still heaving, still feeling like it’s going to cave in. He chokes on a bitter tear that shouldn’t burn his throat but still does, and watches himself take Draco’s hand in the video, kiss his knuckles one by one, lips brushing the platinum band around Draco’s finger, and Draco casts a shy look at the camera.

“Want to make sure you get this on camera if some overzealous fan finally snaps? Obliviates you?” video-Draco asks and it’s meant to be sarcastic but his voice is too fond, he’s smiling too wide to school his lips into a wry arch and maybe, Harry thinks, he doesn’t want to.

“I want to be able to watch it whenever I like,” video-Harry murmurs, absently playing his husband’s wedding ring.

“When you’re on assignments,” video-Draco says softly, nodding. “I always miss you. And I worry,” he adds quietly.

“And when you’re away teaching,” video-Harry says, and kisses his forehead. Harry bites the insides of his cheeks and hopes the pain will distract him from the one eating at his insides.

“You do realise we have a Pensieve,” video-Draco says with a slight smile. He tucks video-Harry’s hair behind his ear and Harry’s hand instinctively goes to the spot, the calloused pads of his fingers feeling nothing like Draco’s, and why would they, if Draco is all blurry edges and soft, sepia-coloured kisses. Harry’s the only one who knows that.

“I don’t like the diving, makes me woozy,” video-Harry says distracatedly. “This, I can carry in my pocket, and look at it when I miss you. Or when I want to look back. Or—”

“—when we have a fight,” video-Draco says, still playing with his hair. Twirls it around his finger, curves it along Harry’s ear. 

“We won’t fight,” video-Harry says. “And if we do, we’ll fix it.” Harry watches himself put a single finger under Draco’s chin and kiss him slowly. “We’ll always fix it.”

“I love you,” video-Draco whispers against his lips and Harry wraps his arms around his bent knees, feeling cold despite the fire still buring in the hearth.

“I love you,” he whispers in the dead silence of the living room. “I love you.”

The knock on the door startles him upright and Harry doesn’t bother to look in the mirror as he walks down the hall, knowing full well his eyes are red-rimmed and his shirt is stained.

He opens the door and sees Draco, standing on the doorstep in Harry’s sweater. He was wearing it when he stormed out yesterday, after their fight. After Harry told him to fuck off, after Draco screamed back at him. The sweater hangs off his slim frame, exposing his collarbone, and Harry almost whimpers with the need to fold him into his arms, he wants to pull Draco inside and lock the door, and never let him go like that again.

Draco’s holding his own phone in one hand.

“Hi,” he says, looking at Harry with glassy eyes. “Wanna fix it?”

Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘return’.

This piece is stunning. And needs to be shared with the fandom/world.

"Free," was the answer that came back, loud and laughing and breathless. "I feel free." − art inspired by a scene from drarry fic Escapism by @alxmeg

I got permission to expose credit their mASTERPIECE posted under anonymous asdjklsh, god bless...💛