[whispers] first

Korra discovers her sexuality and finds she has a burning love for Asami. 

Just saw all the episodes of Burning Love, in which Korra’s voice actress, Janet Varney, plays a “closeted” gay female on a bachelor dating show. All lines are from there!

The last scene was inspired from a gif set, but I can’t find it! Maybe I’ll source it later. 

Watch Part 2 here!

Imagine first year Harry Potter looking for Fred and George to see if they want to have a snowball fight with him and Ron and finding an odd piece of parchment lying in their room. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter picking the parchment up and examining it, because he’s learning that in the wizarding world nothing is ever as it seems, not even old pieces of parchment. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter tapping his wand to the parchment to see if anything happens and, to his surprise, seeing thin, angular writing appear as if written by an invisible hand. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s excitement when the parchment reads: Mr. Prongs asks who is trying to uncover the carefully guarded secrets of the Marauders. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter whispering “My name is Harry Potter and I didn’t mean to pry,” before hurriedly trying to refold it and return it to where he’d found it 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s astonishment when the writing reappears, this time saying: Let Mr. Prongs share his immense joy that Harry Potter has found this. He hopes that Harry will find the contents of this parchment useful and use it in a way that would make his father proud. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s smile sliding off his face as he says quietly, “I don’t know. My father’s dead, you see. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s confusion when the writing appears once again, saying: Mr. Prongs wishes to tell Harry Potter that while his father may be dead, he is still looking out for him and is incredibly proud of him. Mr. Prongs hopes that Harry Potter knows his father loves him very much. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter taking the map back to his dormitory and spending the rest of the evening talking to the mysterious Mr. Prongs about his mother and father, about whom the invisible man seems to know quite a bit.

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  • Derek falling asleep in his loft at 7 am after running all night under the full moon in wolf form
  • Derek curling up in a patch of sunlight on the floor because it’s warm
  • Derek shifting back to human from in his sleep and mumbling incoherent things about beards, bunnies and big teeth
  • Dere waking up at noon covered with a blanket and a pillow half tucked under his head
  • Derek trudging groggily to the kitchen to find hot coffee on the counter and Stiles reading some online article on another supernatural creature
  • Derek kissing Stiles on the nose and sipping his coffee blissfully
  • Derek being dragged to the couch for cuddles because it’s Sunday and Stiles is lazy and they have all the time in the world
  • Derek falling asleep again with no nightmares to haunt him because this, this is home and it’s warm and it’s safe and it’s Stiles
Kipps

George: *hands Kipps the Orpheus goggles* Well… Go on. Try them.

Kipps, goggles now on and slightly askew: oh my lord

Kipps: *high-pitched squealing*

Kipps: *runs out the door with rapier*

  • Hamilton: We're going to roll out the friggin' red carpet. Working as Treasury Secretary with Washington, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
  • (To Eliza) Second best.
  • Eliza: Aww.
  • Hamilton: (Whispering, to Washington) First best. I was lying to Eliza.

gia-cometti  asked:

ok but lik, now i rlly need dat vape au dis cudn't hav cum @ a perf tim

special thanks to @forovnix and google for explaining things to me bc i have never done weed rip

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“I can’t believe you’ve never tried weed before,” Yuuri teases as they head into the woods, his fingers squeezing Victor’s. He sounds excited, a little too excited, for Victor’s liking.

He glances around—it’s dark, there’s nobody nearby. Yuuri brings them to a tree and then sits down, digging inside of his coat pocket. His breath is visible in the cold and Victor leans closer, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “We should come here more often.”

Yuuri turns for a better vantage point, his hands stilling in their movements, and Victor slides a hand up to cup his cheek, keeping him in place. They shift closer to each other, and then Victor has one leg comfortably nestled between both of Yuuri’s. “Okay, are you ready? I’ve never used these before, but Phichit said these would be best for you.” He produces two black vape pens from his pockets, holds them in his palm.

“It looks like a flute and a lighter had a child,” Victor notes as he takes one from Yuuri, weighing it in his hand. When Yuuri had casually brought up marijuana in conversation, and Victor had looked at him with wide eyes, Yuuri had been shocked to hear that he’d never experimented with it before. Victor, on the other hand, had been shocked that Yuuri had experimented with it before.

He laughs at that, brushes his black hair back out of his eyes with his hand, and Victor kisses him again, unable to help himself. “Okay, you’re getting sidetracked,” Yuuri accuses, though he’s not pushing him away, just giving him an affectionate eye roll. “Let’s kiss after we’ve tried it. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

“Peer pressure,” Victor scolds, nudging his side. “Okay. What do I do?”

Yuuri instructs him, and then he’s breathing in, letting out a heavy sigh and blinking at Yuuri, slightly off-put by the feeling. “Well?” Yuuri asks, squeezing his shoulder.

“I don’t feel anything,” he says, because he doesn’t.

“Give it a minute,” Yuuri tells him. “Okay, my turn.”

After Yuuri has copied Victor’s motions, albeit with more expertise, Victor blinks a few times. He picks up the pen and repeats the actions he’d done before. A few minutes pass, and then he smiles brightly at Yuuri, who is laughing, bumping his head against Victor’s shoulder.

“You feel it?” he asks.

Victor certainly feels…

Something.

A sort of lightheadedness—like painkillers, he thinks. It’s subtle, but euphoric all the same. Yuuri picks up his own pen again and then Victor crawls onto his lap, straddling his hips and kissing him harder, Yuuri’s glasses knocking against his face and their lips colliding messily. With one hand, Victor fumbles to take his glasses off and with the other he grips Yuuri’s side, trying to steady himself.

“It feels good, right? Even better than normal?” Yuuri asks, laughing again.

“Mmm,” Victor agrees, leaning his forehead on Yuuri’s. “We should come out here more often.”

“Let’s do it again,” he suggests, picking up the pen. “This stuff is light.”

A while later, Victor is settled on Yuuri’s lap. At some point, they lose their shirts, and though the air is cold Victor can’t bring himself to mind. They talk for a while before one of them turns to the other and then they’re kissing again, giddy from a concoction of love and weed.

“Tell Phichit thank you from me,” Victor suggests, then nips Yuuri’s neck. His skin tastes different than usual, more tempting, and he can’t get enough. “You taste good.”

Yuuri brushes his hand through Victor’s hair, tugging at the short strands on the back of his neck. “And you feel good. I’ll tell him. I know he and Chris do this all the time, now. Minus… Minus this part.”

“They’re missing out on the best part, then,” he muses, slipping a hand up the other boy’s shirt.

An hour later, they’re lying on the grass, staring up at the stars with the weed forgotten in Yuuri’s coat pockets. Yuuri pillows his head on Victor’s chest and hums happily, looking up at him. “A good first experience, then?”

“I didn’t know I was dating a bad boy.”

At that, Yuuri scoffs, tugging the collar of Victor’s shirt down far enough for him to kiss his chest. “I hope you’re kidding.”

“You also sing physics formulas when you’re bored, so…”

He whacks him on the arm. “Well, I didn’t know I was dating somebody so rude.”

Victor shifts his body downwards to kiss him, chaste. “Yes you did.”

“You’re right, I did.”