me @ myself: maybe u should try not to depend so much on validation and attention from others because u really let it dictate your mood and it’s so unhealthy
Because Harry and Draco’s first kiss was under the stars. It was February and it was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and turned everything about you a depressing shade of blue. But Draco’s lips were too red to resist and they melted into each other, creating the most brilliant purples. It felt like summer.
Because their first kiss was heated and angry in a secret corridor off of one of the Hogwarts hallways just after midnight. Draco had had enough and Harry’s arms were pinned helplessly to the wall by Draco’s hands. There was biting and sighing and clashing of tongues. Harry could never let go of the way Draco’s breath felt, hot against the crook of his neck.
Because their first kiss was in a muggle bar sometime after the war, drunken and loud, surrounded by the hollering and whooping of their friends who had all seen it coming for far too long. Harry’s eyes were lazy and half-closed when they pulled apart. Draco looked like he’d seen a ghost.
Because their first kiss was over a petty, rigged game of spin-the-bottle in the eighth-year common room. Pansy tampered with it because she was far too bored of the events of that evening and they were all a little tipsy. There was nothing but silence as their lips met curtly across the bottle, neither one of them acknowledging the distinct spark that ignited something in the both of them that night.
Because their first kiss felt like a mistake. They were both vastly unprepared. Neither of them had healed properly. Neither of them felt completely forgiven. The kiss was tender and slow and warm and Draco wanted to make Harry’s mouth into an Every Flavour Bean. He wanted so badly not to fall in love with Harry that day. He was about ten years too late.
Because in the world of a fanfiction reader, there are infinite first kisses. Infinite happy endings. A fresh start with each click of a key, tap of a screen, push of a button. We always give them an opportunity to start over.
The idea that Mike wazowski wouldn’t scare kids bc he’s like not traditionally scary is such bs??? like if I woke up and there was a fucking green shortass with one gigantic eye in my room staring at me I’d lose my shit Like there r grown ppl who get nervous when they hear a sound in the night and these monsters think kids won’t be scared by funsize cyclops shrek creepin in their closet get outta here cmon
Potter had always managed to get under his skin, made it itch and prickle, made his hands form fists and his mouth spew vicious things; Potter drove him wild. Potter who spat ugly words at him with his pretty pretty mouth, eyes blazing. Whose face he then wanted to shatter with his fist but whose big doe eyes and easy grin made his gut clench and his heart to fill with longing
Malfoy had always managed to get under his skin, made it itch and prickle, made his cheeks flush and his mouth spit poisonous words; Malfoy drove him wild. Petty petty Malfoy who spat slurs at his best friend, eyes gleaming. Whose face he then wanted to shatter with his fist but whose cocky smirk and sharp teeth made his gut clench and his heart to fill with longing
— Some freeverse I wrote about two boys who push and pull like the moon and the tide (via hogworms)
