Muggle Cookies/Oreos|Draco x Reader|


Warning: None. Fluff I guess.

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You and Draco were on the couch of your house, watching another Disney movie; making fun of how the scenes in the movie were too exaggerated. Yes, Draco Malfoy, was indeed watching Muggle-shows, in a Muggle invention, in the Muggle house.

Well, not one hundred Muggle house. You, were a half-blood, and Draco’s significant other. Draco cared for you dearly and didn’t give a damn of everyone’s opinion, (of course, his father had called him foolish-while his mother was much more lenient/supportive). After spending his summer with you, he realized that some of their culture was very intriguing, like their cookies…

Draco reached for another Oreo from the box only to find that you had taken the last one and was about to eat it.

He casted a look at you, “Hey, give me that.” Telling you in a demanding tone.

You simply blinked at him, “Why?” You asked, with a slight whine in your voice.

“Because you ate almost the entire box.” You rolled your (e/c) eyes, “And who bought it?”

You waved the sugary cookie in front of his face, “You want it? Come and get it then…” You were about to put it in your mouth, nearing it closer and closer to your lips.

Draco’s eyes flickered before he launched himself at the (y/h), ignoring your complaints of him being heavy. While you was too focused on getting Draco off, you loosened your grip on the cookie ever so slightly.

Draco took this as his chance and snatched the cookie from your grasp, smugly eating the last cookie.

You groaned, rubbing your head sorely, “Someone’s happy aren’t they?”

“Shut up.” Was his only response.

“You owe me more Oreos,” You smiled. Draco’s mouth hung agape.

“I’d have to walk from here! I don’t know where the store is, and I don’t have Muggle money! No way in hell am I walking!”

“But you took the last Oreo, and I bought it. Deal with it.” You shrugged as it was the most simplest thing in the world. “Ask my mother or sibling to take you, I’ll give you ten bucks.” You offered him the cash before flopping on the couch once more.

“It’s just a cookie.” Your eyes widened.

“Oreo’s are not just a cookie.”

Draco had a feeling you were going to say that. Last time he said that, you gave him a lecture about how your love for Oreo’s were undeniable-unmatched to none other-and how they are one of the most brilliant things on the planet.

“Alright alright,” Draco growled, “I’ll go get your damn cookies.”

You sat down on the couch comfortably, and as soon as you heard Draco leave with your mother, you stood from your seat and walked to your secret stash under the fourth wooden stair, revealing more Oreos and chocolates/junk food.

— — —

Draco returned twenty-five minutes later holding a white plastic bag.

“I got your stupid cookies,” he said pulling off his jacket and ruffling his platinum hair.

“WHAT THE HELL?!?” He screamed at the sight before him. You laughed as you sat on the couch and ate another Oreo from the bag. “Turns out I had another box. Strange right?”

Draco’s eye twitched and he tossed the bag of cookies at you, hitting you square in the face. He stormed away to the front door, and grabbed his still jacket.

“LOVE YOU!” You screeched in a playful manner, smirking.

“HATE YOU!” Draco screamed back, opening the door and slamming it shut. You rolled off the couch, clutching your stomach as you began to choke on an Oreo. Karma.

aquadraco20  asked:

What about the companions reacting to overhearing sole listening to “hey honey!” On their pip boy?

Cait: She’d have been curious about the tape at first, making an effort to listen, but immediately felt like shit once she heard what was on it. This was clearly a private moment, and if Sole seemed obviously upset, that made Cait feel a thousand times worse. She wouldn’t want to walk in or confront them about it, but make it clear that she was there for them if they needed to talk in the following hours and days.

Codsworth: His etiquette protocols meant that he could never listen to something like that, even if it was because Sole was listening to it right near him. He’d bumble off, making abundant enough noise that Sole could hear him. If Sole invited him to listen with them, Codsworth would join immediately, sharing nostalgic memories of Sole’s spouse and sniffling a bit as he talked. He missed his family too, after all.

Curie: She’d perked up when she’d heard that Sole was listening to a holo-tape; it didn’t sound like music, but maybe it was an audio drama. She found discovering new human culture intriguing, so Curie kind of barged in… and felt terrible once she realized that it wasn’t, in fact, an audio drama. Curie would be mortified at her intrusion, and do whatever Sole wanted, whether that was listening, comforting, or leaving them alone.

Danse: Danse wasn’t stealthy enough to eavesdrop, and lacked the motivation to, anyways. He’d have discovered Sole listening to the holo-tape just by walking in, but it wouldn’t take him long to figure out that something was wrong. Danse would awkwardly stand near the doorway, lingering and cursing himself for his thoughtlessness. “I… I’m sorry for the intrusion, soldier. Take as long as you need.” He’d step out or stay in, as Sole requested- anything to help.

Deacon: He’d be caught between a rock and a hard place. Deacon sure as hell didn’t want other people eavesdropping on when he reminisced about Barbara, letalone bringing it up later, but it felt wrong to just leave them there. Any decision he made felt vaguely uncomfortable, but he’d eventually choose to back off. Deacon would make sure, though, that Sole was alright over the following few days- that this was a one-off instance and not a pattern of depression.

Dogmeat: He would understand that the voice coming from the Pip-Boy sounded happy… and that Sole’s expression definitely did not match. Dogmeat would curl up by Sole’s feet and encourage petting, just to provide a comforting furry presence when he knew Sole was upset.

Gage: The man would almost certainly walk away once he’d figured out what was going on. Gage respected Sole too much to pry, and he wasn’t good at helping out with that kind of thing, anyway. It just wasn’t his place. If Sole noticed Gage for the first few seconds of eavesdropping, though (a distinct possibility, since Gage is not very stealthy), and invited him in, he’d sit with Sole if they wanted him to, though he wouldn’t have much to offer in comfort.

Hancock: He wouldn’t want to barge in- but Hancock couldn’t just leave them there. He’d crack the door open, step in cautiously, judging what to do next by their response to his presence and their apparent mood- wistful, nostalgic, depressed. If they were alright with Hancock staying, he’d sit next to them for the rest of the holo-tape, responding appropriately when it was over, with a hug, a conversation, or maybe just silence. Whatever they needed.

MacCready: He hadn’t meant to be listening, but he hadn’t thought it was important at first- but then he realized, and he felt like crap for eavesdropping. There was no way Sole wouldn’t notice his presence after that- whether he made it known on purpose or on accident even he didn’t know- and he’d try to leave after a scratchy-voiced apology. If Sole wanted him to stay, though, he would- each quietly exchanging happy stories about their late spouses.

Nick: Nick wasn’t eavesdropping, exactly. In fact, he’d been openly leaning on the threshold for a while, planning on telling Sole of a new case- but he was quiet enough that Sole didn’t even notice his presence, absorbed in the holo-tape. He didn’t need to listen much to know what it was, and knocked lightly on the door frame, letting Sole know he was there. “Hey. I’m… so sorry, Sole. If there’s anything I can do, you say the word, alright?”

Piper: She hadn’t exactly become the best reporter in the Commonwealth by minding her own business, but once Piper heard what was on that holo-tape, she was so sad for Sole and so ashamed of her habit that she forgot to stay quiet. Piper would step into plain view, giving up the ghost. “God, Blue, I’m so sorry. I had no idea you’d be… I can go if you want. Just, are you okay?” If they allowed her to stay, she’d sit and listen and generally try to comfort them.

Preston: Sole thought that he was asleep, so they’d started playing the holo-tape at a low volume from across the room. Preston wasn’t asleep, though, just laying with his eyes closed. He let Sole finish listening- he didn’t want to interrupt, after all- but felt intensely uncomfortable saying nothing and acting like it never happened. He’d sit up, open his eyes, then try to help however he could. “General, I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

Strong: Strong didn’t care for stealthiness, so Sole would have to be listening to it out in the open for him to notice, but he would notice. It wasn’t music, like Sole sometimes listened to, so he’d eventually ask. “What human talk on arm-machine?” If Sole explained (in terms he could understand), Strong would nod in a rare moment of solemn comprehension. “Strong understand. Strong not like losing brothers.” It was sweet, almost… for Strong, anyway.

X6-88: He felt a twinge of… something. Sympathy? He cared for Sole, and for Father, so listening to this felt… he didn’t know. Regardless, X6 wouldn’t walk in on Sole- he figured they wanted to be alone- and wouldn’t bring it up later, figuring it was a violation of privacy. He would, though, feel more regretful for Sole’s loss, and keep a closer eye on them. X6 liked Sole, after all, and he expressed his affection mostly in increased watchfulness and dedication.

Imagine a Uncharted AU where Stiles and Derek are a treasure hunting team that travel through historical sights, uncovering legends and treasure. They travel around the world, going on adventures together and bickering the whole time as they travel through abandoned ruins and solve the mysteries of forgotten legends.

Derek is an archaeologist who tries to uncover lost treasures for the better of society and culture. He’s intrigued by the legends his father used to tell him when he was younger, and after his family died in a house fire, he retreated to those stories as a way of holding onto the memory of happier times. Despite people constantly telling him that he’s chasing daydreams and fairy tales, he proves them wrong; discovering lost ruins and uncovering the legends.


Originally posted by hobrien

Stiles however is a “thief”, a commissioned expert with the ability to use any weapon put in his hand and a habit of breaking a lot of things. He has a quick-witted personality that can often get them into more trouble than they had bargained for.


Originally posted by lexisbeauty13

The more adventures they go on, the closer they get to one another; sharing their secrets and starting a relationship together that leads to them being the most badass treasure hunting couple.

anonymous asked:

mild take: people found teen anime fans so cringy that they latched onto the idea of a weaboo being awful and racist (which a lot are, but not all) and now you cant even touch the culture with a 10ft pole without people saying you fetishize it, despite the fact that a lot of japanese people are absolutely fine with the cross-cultural intrigue and even try to market anime to westerners deilberately

The word “weaboo” was literally created to label racists who fetishize the culture what are you on about


Your Ultimate Women-Wrote-The-Best-and-First-of-Everything 2019 Reading List

And Then There Were None


One of the most famous and beloved mysteries from The Queen of Suspense.



Mary Anne Evans, otherwise known as George Eliot, wrote  a work of epic scope that centers on the intersecting lives of the inhabitants of the fictitious titular town of Middlemarch. The themes of the novel are as numerous as its characters. Through the narrative of the story the author addresses the status of women, the nature of marriage, politics, religion, and education in the 19th century.



Frankenstein is infused with elements of the Gothic novel and the Romantic movement and is also considered to be one of the earliest examples of science fiction.

The Left Hand of Darkness


Ursula K. Le Guin’s groundbreaking work of science fiction—winner of the Hugo and Nebula Awards.

A lone human ambassador is sent to Winter, an alien world without sexual prejudice, where the inhabitants can change their gender whenever they choose. His goal is to facilitate Winter’s inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization. But to do so he must bridge the gulf between his own views and those of the strange, intriguing culture he encounters…

Embracing the aspects of psychology, society, and human emotion on an alien world, The Left Hand of Darkness stands as a landmark achievement in the annals of intellectual science fiction.

The Waves


One of Woolf’s most experimental novels, The Waves presents six characters in monologue - from morning until night, from childhood into old age - against a background of the sea. The result is a glorious chorus of voices that exists not to remark on the passing of events but to celebrate the connection between its various individual parts.

The Tale of Genji


The Tale of Genji is considered to be the world’s first full-length novel. It was written by a noblewoman named Murasaki Shikibu. Written in the eleventh century, this exquisite portrait of courtly life in medieval Japan is widely celebrated as the world’s first novel.

The Scarlet Pimpernel


The novel is set during the Reign of Terror following the start of the French Revolution. The title is the nom de guerre of its hero and protagonist, a chivalrous Englishman who rescues aristocrats before they are sent to the guillotine. Sir Percy Blakeney leads a double life: apparently nothing more than a wealthy fop, but in reality a formidable swordsman and a quick-thinking escape artist. The band of gentlemen who assist him are the only ones who know of his secret identity. He is known by his symbol, a simple flower, the scarlet pimpernel (Anagallis arvensis).

Orczy’s premise of a daring hero who cultivates a secret identity disguised by a meek or ineffectual manner proved enduring. Zorro, The Shadow, Superman and Batman followed within a few decades, and the trope remains a popular one in serial fiction today.

Revelations of Divine Love of Julian of Norwich


Chaucer is not the only 14th century fruit.  Written in a vigorous English vernacular, the Revelations are one of the most original works of medieval mysticism and have had a lasting influence on Christian thought.  Published in 1395, it is the first published book in the English language to be written by a woman.

The Origins of Totalitarianism and  Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil


Hannah Arendt’s definitive work on totalitarianism and an essential component of any study of twentieth-century political history

The Origins of Totalitarianism begins with the rise of anti-Semitism in central and western Europe in the 1800s and continues with an examination of European colonial imperialism from 1884 to the outbreak of World War I. Arendt explores the institutions and operations of totalitarian movements, focusing on the two genuine forms of totalitarian government in our time—Nazi Germany and Stalinist Russia—which she adroitly recognizes were two sides of the same coin, rather than opposing philosophies of Right and Left. From this vantage point, she discusses the evolution of classes into masses, the role of propaganda in dealing with the nontotalitarian world, the use of terror, and the nature of isolation and loneliness as preconditions for total domination.

Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil Sparking a flurry of heated debate, Hannah Arendt’s authoritative and stunning report on the trial of German Nazi leader Adolf Eichmann first appeared as a series of articles in The New Yorker in 1963. This revised edition includes material that came to light after the trial, as well as Arendt’s postscript directly addressing the controversy that arose over her account.

The House of the Spirits


One of the most important novels of the twentieth century, The House of the Spirits is an enthralling epic that spans decades and lives, weaving the personal and the political into a universal story of love, magic, and fate. The story is told mainly from the perspective of two protagonists (Esteban and Alba) and incorporates elements of magical realism.

The Bloody Chamber: And Other Stories


For the 75th anniversary of her birth, a Deluxe Edition of the master of the literary supernatural’s most celebrated book—featuring a new introduction by Kelly Link

Angela Carter was a storytelling sorceress, the literary godmother of Neil Gaiman, David Mitchell, Audrey Niffenegger, J. K. Rowling, Kelly Link, and other contemporary masters of supernatural fiction. In her masterpiece, The Bloody Chamber—which includes the story that is the basis of Neil Jordan’s 1984 movie The Company of Wolves—she spins subversively dark and sensual versions of familiar fairy tales and legends like “Little Red Riding Hood,” “Bluebeard,” “Puss in Boots,” and “Beauty and the Beast,” giving them exhilarating new life in a style steeped in the romantic trappings of the gothic tradition.

Ten Days in A Mad-House


Ten Days in A Mad-House, Was Written By Nellie Bly in 1887, after she lived, undercover, at a women’s insane asylum at Blackwell’s Island in 1887 for ten days. This was an assignment given to her by Joseph Pulitzer. The living conditions and treatment of the Patients were Horrible. Bly Wrote:

“The insane asylum on Blackwell’s Island is a human rat-trap. It is easy to get in, but once there it is impossible to get out.”

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


“A Tree Grows in Brooklyn deserves to be thought of as one of the greatest American novels.” (The New Yorker)

“One of the most cherished of American novels….It is the Dickensian novel of New York that we didn’t think we had.” (New York Times)

The Book of Margery Kempe


Margery Kempe (c. 1373 – after 1438) was an English Christian mystic, known for writing through dictation The Book of Margery Kempe, a work considered by some to be the first autobiography in the English language. Her book chronicles her domestic tribulations, her extensive pilgrimages to holy sites in Europe and the Holy Land, as well as her mystical conversations with God. She is honoured in the Anglican Communion, but was never made a Roman Catholic saint.  The Book of Margery Kempe. Kempe’s book is widely cited as the first autobiography in English.

The Book of the City of Ladies


A fascinating insight into the debates and controversies about the position of women in medieval culture, written by France’s first professional woman of letters

The pioneering Book of the City of Ladies begins when, feeling frustrated and miserable after reading a male writer’s tirade against women, Christine de Pizan has a dreamlike vision where three virtues—Reason, Rectitude and Justice—appear to correct this view. They instruct her to build an allegorical city in which womankind can be defended against slander.

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho


Of the nine books of lyrics the ancient Greek poet Sappho is said to have composed, only one poem has survived complete. The rest are fragments. In this miraculous new translation, acclaimed poet and classicist Anne Carson presents all of Sappho’s fragments, in Greek and in English, as if on the ragged scraps of papyrus that preserve them, inviting a thrill of discovery and conjecture that can be described only as electric—or, to use Sappho’s words, as “thin fire … racing under skin.”

Journeys in New Worlds: Early American Women’s Narratives


Four early American women tell their own stories:  Mary Rowlandson on her capture by Indians in 1676, Boston businesswoman Sarah Kemble Knight on her travels in New England, Elizabeth Ashbridge on her personal odyssey from indentured servant to Quaker preacher, and Elizabeth House Trist, correspondent of Thomas Jefferson, on her travels from Philadelphia to Natchez.

A Midwife’s Tale: The Life of Martha Ballard, Based on Her Diary, 1785-1812



Drawing on the diaries of one woman in eighteenth-century Maine, this intimate history illuminates the medical practices, household economies, religious rivalries, and sexual mores of the New England frontier.

Between 1785 and 1812 a midwife and healer named Martha Ballard kept a diary that recorded her arduous work (in 27 years she attended 816 births) as well as her domestic life in Hallowell, Maine. On the basis of that diary, Laurel Thatcher Ulrich gives us an intimate and densely imagined portrait, not only of the industrious and reticent Martha Ballard but of her society. At once lively and impeccably scholarly, A Midwife’s Tale is a triumph of history on a human scale.



Oxford in 2060 is a chaotic place, with scores of time-traveling historians being sent into the past. Michael Davies is prepping to go to Pearl Harbor. Merope Ward is coping with a bunch of bratty 1940 evacuees and trying to talk her thesis adviser into letting her go to VE-Day. Polly Churchill’s next assignment will be as a shopgirl in the middle of London’s Blitz. But now the time-travel lab is suddenly canceling assignments and switching around everyone’s schedules. And when Michael, Merope, and Polly finally get to World War II, things just get worse. For there they face air raids, blackouts, and dive-bombing Stukas—to say nothing of a growing feeling that not only their assignments but the war and history itself are spiraling out of control. Because suddenly the once-reliable mechanisms of time travel are showing significant glitches, and our heroes are beginning to question their most firmly held belief: that no historian can possibly change the past.

Connie Willis, is an American science fiction and fantasy writer. She has won eleven Hugo Awards and seven Nebula Awards for particular works—more major awards than any other writer. 

The Alexiad


A revised edition of a medieval masterpiece-the first narrative history written by a woman

Written between 1143 and 1153 by the daughter of Byzantine Emperor Alexios I Komnenos, The Alexiad is one of the most popular and revealing primary sources in the vast canon of medieval literature. Princess Anna Komnene, eldest child of the imperial couple, reveals the inner workings of the court, profiles its many extraordinary personages, and offers a firsthand account of immensely significant events such as the First Crusade, as well as its impact on the relationship between eastern and western Christianity. A celebrated triumph of Byzantine letters, this is an unparalleled view of the glorious Constantinople and the medieval world.

Gods Of Devotion

Chapter 6

Pairing: Loki x Thor x Reader

POV: First Person

Summary: You get a new Professor which happens to be Professor Laufeyson. He is incredibly harsh and sharp tongued, but you manage to get on his good side, until you meet his brother Thor on a night out with friends.

Warning: none really

A/N- This Chapter is from Lok’s POV and it’s a bit short once again sorry.

Tags: @frenchfrostpudding @marvel-fanfiction    


I tossed and turned all night. Sleep failing to fall onto me. My thoughts never-ending. Why must I think of her.


I imagine myself holding her in my arms, laughing with her, kissing her alluring lips. I could imagine a life with her.

I cannot allow myself to feel for someone such as she, it just wasn’t right.

I bring myself to my feet and turn on my light. This small room looked more like a prison then a bedroom. I know how much damage I had done to the people of Midgard. Now that I live amongst the creatures I once loathed, I’ve grown to enjoy their culture. Their literature was intriguing to me and their romance was foreign to me. The way they would express themselves through words.

Love, was that ever possible for me?

Shaking my head at the idea, I walk towards the gathering area. Usually the widow and archer would be sitting somewhere in here with Thor and America’s greatest hero, but the house was silent. Cautiously I peer into the room and scan the area. No one. Sighing I grab a glass from the shelf and pour myself some water. I sit on the cold leather of the divan. I suppose while I’m by myself, I could watch the magic box. I pick up the handheld box and press the red button. A scene of Midgardian women appear to be fighting over something. As much as I thought about shutting this off, I was captivated by their language and drama. Are all Midgardian women like this?

“You will be safe here while I’m gone. They know you are a weakness for me…” I hear Thor open the door and the man of iron and the beast come in with him…and also her. Hand and hand with Thor.

“Yeah(Y/N) I would agree with Thor on this one…” Man of iron says.

“I just don’t understand why I can’t leave? I have classes and friends. Can I see them at least?”

“Do not worry dear one, it is only till we return.” He hugs her and pats her curly hair. “I will always comeback, especially if you are what I get to come back to.” He kisses her forehead. “I will come back as soon as this mission is over. I am unsure how long this will take though.” He leans down, and they share a deep kiss. I scoff making their heads turn towards me. He releases his gentle grip on her arms and walks to me smiling. “Ah brother! I need you to stay with (Y/N) until our return.”

“No way!” (Y/N)and I say in union.

“Thor be serious now, leaving her with Loki is a really bad idea.” Banner says.

“Loki is my brother he will respect my wishes. He’s met with her before-”

“When have I ever respected your wishes? She’s such a dull creature, she probably can’t even cook a simple meal.” I say getting up, standing tall.

“Excuse me?! Why are you so awful!?” She says standing in front of me. I could tell she was trying to make herself more intimidating to me, but it just made her look adorable.

“You’re the one that is awful!” I say back. She squints her eyes at me.

“I am not!”

“Yes, you are!” This making her angrier. Thor’s eyes were wide and as he held her back from lunging at me. I laugh at her childish actions. “You are a feisty one, aren’t you?”

“Loki please stop this behaviour, I need your help.” I sigh as Thor puts (Y/N) back down. She still looked rather upset. I then noticed her outfit. Her smooth legs exposed, shorts hugging her curves perfectly and a black t-shirt that dipped low.

“I suppose I could be here some days, but as you know I work too.” Thor garbs me and lifts me in the air in a tight grip. “Put me down you big oaf.”

“Thank you, Loki, Thank you.” He sets me down. “Now I must go. Behave or I will kill you.” I wave him off and sit back down.

“You know Banner’s number in case of an emergency.” Tony says to (Y/N) “Be careful with that one” he points over to me “Don’t hurt his ego too badly.” He winks at her. She laughs at him, wishes them good luck and hugs Thor one last time. Then they were gone, and we were left alone.

“You really are an asshole Laufeyson.” She turns to me.

I shrug “The feeling’s mutual.”

“Can you show me a spare room to put my stuff in?”

I show her to Thor’s room which is a complete mess as always. “Of course, he’d be messy… Is there a washer?” She asks.

“You don’t need to clean up after him, he’ll mess it up just as quick.” I snicker. She shrugs beginning to pick up clothing around her. I roll my eyes at her attempt to ignore my words. I flick my wrist and the room is clean. She drops the few clothes in her arms and stares at me. “What? How else do you think I mark all your papers in such short period of time?” I really couldn’t help but smile at her. She was the most exquisite being.

“Can you show me more of whatever that was?”

Soulmate AU: (Taehyung POV)

Originally posted by jungcoochi

(A world where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate. A world your vision turns to gray when they pass away)

Dear Diary,    August 22, 2018

        Foreign countries, foreign cities.. I’m not sure how long it’s been we’ve been touring in all honesty. I’m sure if I check back on our schedule, I’d know. But I don’t right now. All I know is I’ve been tired, but I work hard for the members, for the fans.. Everyone. Today was a usual day for us. We had interviews, a performance, we met up with someone we’ll probably collaborate with in the future. We took pictures for twitter, ignored the fact we have instagram, and drove all around an unfamiliar place getting lost in our own culture shock and intrigue. I always appreciated the way the world looked. Black and white, and gray in between. But it all changed today. I was walking into our concert venue.. And everything changed to color. Colors I never knew existed until now. It all changed when I saw that face, staring back at me. I may never speak to them again, but.. I know I found my soulmate. I know they found me too.

Dear Diary, November 23, 2018

       Today, my world.. Changed back to gray. 

agirlwithpointlessideas  asked:

THAT WAS SOCH A CUTE HEADCANNON OMG!!! can you do a dad!haz one as well please?

dad!haz fuck me uppppp here we go! its kinda long so there’s more under the cut

  • ok so after harrison and you get married, you guys decide to wait before having kids and simply enjoy each other and marriage bliss
  • you guys work and travel to so many places in the world. beaches and historic cities with intriguing cultures and beautiful landscapes and its a dream
  • so after about three years you’re cuddling on your love seat watching the snow fall. I think we’re ready you’d say and harrison knowing you better than you know yourself, would know what you mean and smile kissing your forehead Yeah, I think we are too.
  • so you guys stop using protection to try and have a baby but it isn’t as easy as you might have thought. and you start freaking out but haz is always there to reassure you and you guys go to the gynecologist who says you’re only stressing about it too much and need to relax and don’t think about getting pregnant too much. 
  • and you guys do just that and soon enough while harrison is away for a reshoot of some scenes for a new movie, you realize your period didn’t come and get a pregnancy test to confirm that you were indeed expecting. 
  • you wait for harrison to come home to tell him, putting the test in a box with a ribbon and leaving it the bathroom. you see his eyes are glazed over when he comes back to the living room and smile widely feeling your own tear up. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello, greeting from Colombia I'm wondering about a scenario with Bokuto/iwaizumi/Nishinoya and Keiji with their s/o whom is a pretty/hot Latina girl? I hope you understand me

Hello Colombia! I understand you perfectly, love, so no worries there! Latina’s are AMAZING! It desperately makes me wish my Mexican genes were more dominant, especially since my cousins are freaking GORGEOUS!

Hope you enjoy, love!

Bokuto smiled broadly when she stepped through the front door of their shared apartment and it instantly reminded him of the first time he had ever laid eyes on her. The way her entire being just projected everything that was beautifully exotic about her and how her gaze turned to meet with his gaping expression only to return it with a coy smile of her own.

“Hey,” he had greeted breathily that day, his hand rising to rub at the back of his neck and he felt his face flush once her eyes turned to land on him. Everything in him wanted to learn everything there was about her; what made her so intriguing, her culture, and everything in-between.

When she smiled, she had rose to her feet, hand rising to her hip that jutted out at her side. The words that poured from her lips then were purred with the accent of Latin America and he wouldn’t dare to deny the way his entire body shuddered under her gaze. It was the very beginning of the greatest chapter of his life.

“To Colombia?” Iwaizumi questioned on his way back to the kitchen in order to refill their empty wine glasses. He had known it was something she had been wanting to do for a long time now. And it wasn’t something he was adverse to, it was simply that his job didn’t exactly give him the best schedule to take a vacation like that.

Shifting until she was turned around on the couch, she leaned over the back, that smile that he had first fallen in love with falling easier over her features. “Yeah!” and when he heard the enthusiasm within her voice, he knew he wouldn’t be able to deny her, “and you can finally meet everyone!”

Crossing the space again, this time with two full glasses, he handed one to her gently, allowing them to clink together lightly before leaning to press their lips together tenderly. “I think it’s time for me to learn Spanish at last, then.”

Watching as his fingers were laced and fiddled with by her own, Nishinoya smiled as he rested his head against the one she had leaned against his shoulder. They had been in the airport for the last three hours, their flight to Colombia had been delayed due to something wrong with the plane. There was still no word as to when their new flight would be scheduled to leave.

But that was fine, with her thigh pressed tight against his own and her body so close to his, he was content for now. For him, she was the only piece of Colombia that he needed. “You’ll like it,” she told him again, a phrase he had heard almost every day since they started planning their trip.

“I know,” he answered. And he did, because everything that was her was everything he knew he would love about her home country. He leaned to press his lips to her temple, a gesture she gladly leaned into. “I know.”

“You feel alight?” Akaashi asked as he stood from the seat of the plane, his hand reaching to help her from her own seat. She reached her hands up over her head once the space allowed, giving Akaashi’s eyes the perfect opportunity to scan over the length of her body.

“Si,” she answered quickly, hands taking her bag from the cargo area before moving as fast as the rest of the human flow would allow. Akaashi followed close behind, the urge to tell her to slow down on his tongue, but those words died the moment she burst outside, her warm skin taking in the light of the country she was born to.

A smile pulled at the corner of his lips, his gaze taking in how her arms spread wide to take in the air around her. She turned to smile wide at him, her eyes bright as she rushed back to wrap her arms tight around him. He was ready to experience everything that made the woman he loved.

anonymous asked:

let's say the 2p's s/o is a really beautiful country with a dark,bloody but really elegant, and interesting past and in the world building each country has a room completely dedicated to them and the history and culture, complete when a statue of them and stuff and they walked into a room for their s/o and there's a really alluring picture of s/o posing with their main weapon, wearing their country's clothes and their eyes look really fierce and the picture is super sexy, how would they react?

He is in complete awe of how powerful they look in the picture. Sure every country has it but this one takes the cake. — 2p Italy, 2p Romano, 2p Prussia, 2p Canada

Their history and culture is so intriguing to him, sometimes he even studies it. So seeing his s/o in traditional clothes will be exciting for him. — 2p England, 2p Russia

Would probably ask them to make that same face for him. — 2p Germany, 2p America, 2p China

He didn’t think it was possible, but now he has even more love and respect for them. — 2p Japan, 2p Spain, 2p France

Welp. I was trying to answer this but the ask kind of just... disappeared. That’s a first.

(This one was interesting trying to adapt extreme sports into the BOTW universe. I imagine there would not be big competitions of such things, maybe small ones to local villages or s/o just enjoys being a little reckless and has come up with these games to entertain themselves with. Either way here is Sidon’s reaction. Enjoy!~)

Extreme Sport S/o:

Warnings: Soccer mom Sidon, Fluff

  • Wonder

- Sidon is a pretty active participant when it comes to feats of  athleticism considering his lifestyle revolving around swimming and how he does quite a bit of diving from high cliffs, so he is no stranger to such sports

- But when you bring up these “extreme sports” in Hylian culture he is very intrigued and eager to ask you more questions

- A few are vaguely familiar to him, like paragliding and sledding, because he has witnessed them in action around Link

- But to know now that they are not just Link specific and that several others enjoy doing it for a thrill rather than transportation is fascinating to him (though it is amusing that a shield is not what Hylians commonly use)

- It is very interesting to him the sheer number of activities Hylians create in order to improve their strength and skill, test it against others, or just entertain themselves

- Some of them seem rather simple but the more in depth you get, the more skill he learns each one requires to keep the participant from getting injured (something he learns can happen pretty easily) and appreciates them even more

- Even for him, his acrobatic feats in and out of water are the results of decades of practice but Hylians have much shorter lives and much frailer bodies compared to Zoras

- So they have a lot less time to practice and are much more likely to become injured at the hands of the dangers

- Truly Hylians of great skill and devotion must work hard in order to participate, as well as an adventurous spirit that isn’t too afraid of the dangers

  • Wait you do that??!!

- Don’t get him wrong, the fact that you do these sports that demand a lot from your body is still admirable but he will quickly start to worry if it demands too much

- He immediately starts bombarding you with questions pertaining to when you started, how long have you been doing it, have you ever been injured before, who taught you, and things like that

- An interest in these extreme sports is one thing but knowing that you’re actively participating in dangerous activities knowing the dangers that come with them gets him a little antsy

- You’re his most treasured and beloved person he doesn’t want you to get hurt doing something dangerous and knowing that you’re out doing these things has him on edge

- Like jumping from high ledges and putting your life in the hands of the structural integrity of your glider or scaling a mountain with no safety precautions

- He knows Link does most of these things but his case is special considering the Hylian is a Champion and had the proper training to become one

- He doesn’t doubt your skill he just worries that some unforeseen consequence may be your downfall and the more dangerous situations you put yourself the higher the risk of you getting hurt or worse

  • Concerned But Supportive

- He’s not going to force you to stop though, it is your life after all and if this is what gives you joy and gets you excited then you are free to continue

- It puts him at ease when he can be with you, Sidon would even ask for you to teach him how to take part in some of these out-of-the-water sports so that he can stay close to you

- He quickly becomes fond of the winter/snow sports as he never used to have so much fun during winter as the cold only brought frozen lakes that were no good for swimming in

- Some he can’t participate in because the equipment isn’t quite made for Zoras but he is just as pleased to watch you work “the slopes” even though his heart gets a bit of work out every time you jump or do a trick

- Skiing, sledding, and even skating on the icy waters that used to cause him disdain now fascinate him

- And he isn’t as antsy when he can watch over you and make sure you’re safe whether that means standing at the bottom of a cliff in case you lose your grip on a stone or your glider tears

  • #1 Fan

- Now when it comes to competing Sidon is all over it (maybe a little too much)

- He is cheering for you louder than anybody else, boasting about your unsurmountable skill, giving you a good luck kiss at the start, hoisting you up on his shoulder when you win

- (Oh boy, when you win) The first time you win he makes sure that everybody knows about it for the next week or so because he is just so proud and wants everyone to know it

- Any medal or prize you win is proudly put on display in your bedroom and he will happily retrieve them in order to show off to any guests (whether they ask or not)

- It’s kind of embarrassing (like a soccer mom) but also flattering that he is so proud of you

- He calms down a bit next time but he will still gladly proclaim your victories to the heavens if asked to

theory on the 2 acotar books

So this is half hope/wishful thinking and half theory:
The 2 new acotar books, not the novella, is about Nesta (illyrian!nesta plz), Cassian and the Illyrians.

I thought these books would be about Miryam and Drakon, like a prequel, but since SJM said she can’t say what the books are about because it will spoil who lives and dies in aco3 it can’t really be a prequel.

So. My fangirl heart started beating a little faster because:

SJM has said that she loved writing Nesta and loved writing Nessian. She has also said that the start of those two books was just something she did because it was fun and then it just grew.

If she enjoyed writing Nesta and Nessian enough to write them their own short story, it might have promted her to keep writing even more for them and then it all kind of spiralled (in the best way anything can spiral because the world literally becomes a better place for every single word SJM puts out there okay).

So yes. More Nessian. More Nesta and Cassian commanding the Illyrian troops, more Illyrian culture, more Illyrian intrigue, more Illyrian language, more on Cassian’s childhood before Rhys and more Nesta whipping those camps into shape and making sure her fellow Illyrian ladies get the training and respect they deserve. Can you imagine if we get to know several of the illyrian ladies in these books? YES grabby hands GIVE MEEEEE.

Everyone wanna be a nigga but no one wanna be a nigga

by E. Schoop

Culture theft is nothing new in society, but in hip-hop, it seems to be a thoroughly unique phenomenon in how ubiquitous it is. Disregarding the Eminem and Macklemore connection between white colonialism in black music, the influx of other cultures has a weird effect on the genre. It’s not as if it’s inherently wrong to be inspired by other countries’ music or art, but there’s a fine line between appreciation and appropriation, and many acts are thinly straddling this line.

Take for example, Korean rap. Keith Ape’s come up has been particularly publicized as a sort of East meets West collaboration, however it feels like he’s an easy target to hype up. Doing the whole SpaceGhostPurrp/Denzel Curry thing as a Korean dude screams novelty act, even with the co-signing of Flocka and Awful Records, among others. Does this mean he’s disrespecting rap? Of course not, but he may be getting a pass due to his unlikely origin story.

Besides Ape though, the majority of Korean rappers gleefully steal from old American hip-hop tropes as if they’re reciting a grocery list. Glorification of wealth? Check. Modelesque girls? Check. Trying really hard to be from the hood? Bigass check. All these artists are like Ken dolls, bouncing around from outfit to outfit in an effort to camouflage whatever trend is popular at the moment. Their getups invoke Paul Wall and French Montana in both grills and awkward stage presence. At least Keith Ape has involved himself with the people he’s loosely ripping off, groups such as Illionaire Records have easily claimed territory in Korean culture that is intrigued by black people but much more willing to support their own countrymen. 

The most egregious example from America right now, however, is The Buttress. This Twitter rap Williamsburg resident can claim the award for being a combination of Internet pastiche and hipster racism by way of shitty faux-horrorcore. Unlike musicians from countries 6000 miles away, she has no excuse of replacing personality with references and allusions to better things, We get it, you like Cronenberg and Pan’s Labyrinth, but could you please take that style to some shittyass indie instead of a genre known for its originality? Not to mention the gulf in quality between her and less appreciated black female rappers such as Junglepussy and Dominique is staggering and unfair to those artists. 

I digress, but a big part of why I hate this kind of seizure of black culture is its overshadowing of black artists who deserve money and attention for their frankly superior offerings. Obviously Future and Young Thug are raking in cash for their achievements, but what about the Ka’s and the Lil Yachty’s? The spotlight placed on them seems far and few between compared to corporate Korean fabrications and cyberspace frauds. Blackness through a lens usually seems to only be rewarded when it is concocted stereotypically or in a way that benefits nonblack people, and it’s imperative serious treatment and respect be given to black hip-hop outside the Datpiff hypebeast sphere.