Everything about this man just has such a domestic feel to it in the best way
Like he just has husband energy, I don't know how else to describe it but I can 100% imagine coming home to him after a long day of work, cooking together and cuddling up on the sofa, him reading a medical textbooks while I lay my head on his shoulder....
romancing astarion as karlach in act 1 and he tells you he doesn't know how to go slow with someone he can't touch, and asks: please help, show me how
romancing karlach as astarion in act 2 and she tells you she doesn't know how to go slow with someone she can touch, and asks: please help, show me how
I must must MUST know what Harry's favorite thing about Draco's is
His smile.
Most people never see it. Most people assume the harsh lines of his face combined with a biting attitude to match is all that is there.
Yes, Harry's favorite thing about Draco is his smile.
The way his lips twitch every morning when they are woken up by Penny—their deaf owl that doesn't realize the sheer volume she possesses with each hoot. The way a small smile curves his lips when he sees that tea has been made for him at breakfast despite the fact that Harry has been doing that for years. The way a shy smile comes out whenever Harry holds his hand, the gentle curve just begging to be kissed. The way he grins every time Harry leaves for work and forgets his broom. Every. Single. Day.
But his favorite smile, oh no, his favorite smile is the small gentle one pressed into Harry's neck at night when he is told how much he is loved, how much he is cared for and how Harry thanks every single day that Draco became his husband.
I got Terry's biography (the czech version), I'm still at the beginning but ❤❤❤😭😭😭
While still in the beginning I did browse through the photo section though and 🥺❤: With Neil Gaiman in 2014 during shooting the cameo for BBC Radio Drama of Good Omens. (you can listen to them here ❤)
FUCK you don't understand how important it is for me to have Andrew with Hazel Eyes. Because then, he's all gold.
Blond hair, and slightly tanned white skin, and bright hazel eyes. He's the definition of a golden boy. Nature and genetics tell you that he should be a golden ray of sunshine and fortune and fame.
But he isn't.
He is not shiny and not valuable and he isn't even wanted. He is not good enough, not golden. He is just- a boy. A boy with a great face and hair and eyes and with a past so fucking bloody that not even the brightest gold ray of sun can shine through some of those shadows.
Not until Neil, the boy that has also been doomed for the start but was gifted with a physical appearance good enough to make people faint, comes in. He looks at him like he's the most important thing in the whole world, and Andrew always finds himself with absolutely no idea of what to do next.
And it's amazing.
He's not a your golden child, or your perfect trophy boy, but he definitely becomes a treasured man. Not because of his face, or hair, or hazel eyes. But because that's what he DESERVES.