Made-this-to-help-a-friend.-=)

Hey guys ! So I decided to make a tumblr queue group for all of us similar blogs to queue from each other. If you are interested please do follow the rules below. 

RULES:

*Mbf me @lushlity

*Reblog this post at least three times.

*Likes doesn’t count 

*Similar blog post as mine

*Must be an active blogger.

PERKS:

*Introduced to a group of bloggers to do q4q regularly 

*To help with other types of promos (faves, awards, networks, etc.)

*Gain followers

*A group of new friends!

*Get to be featured on the page ( currently in the process of making it )

OTHER:

*I will choose when/if this gets a decent amount of notes and add members as the notes increase :)

*Banner is made by me 

*Feel free to inbox me with any questions.

Happy reblogging! 

Discord servers

There are many discord servers that are open to the public and that do discuss witchcraft, here are six popular ones with descriptions and links to join. 


https://discord.gg/nQzTv6s
Witching Hour Academy is a new server all about learning, there are several classes centered around witchcraft, book clubs, a massive library for resources, and it is open to conversation all the time.  It is fairly new and we hope you come join our community.  

https://discord.gg/h6v8vET
House of the Arcane is all about helping and guiding witches through their practice and craft, making friends and providing a sense of community to those in need.

http://templeofthetheoi.tumblr.com/ask
Temple of the Theoi is a Hellenic polytheism centered server on Discord made up of several themed chatrooms for people to worship together, talk about specific gods, ask for resources, or just chat about their day.“ (send them an ask and they will let you in)

https://discord.gg/mdB7A39
@magickalmenagerie is the blog for Curtis and Carmen who run Magickal Menagerie, a spirit companion adoption business. They provide information, blogs, and booklets for just about every subject and walk of life through their blog, and love to communicate with their fans, friends, and followers using Discord

https://discord.gg/TYSdj97
"The Arcane Skies is a witchcraft server that consists on a variety of practitioners that are happy to help when it is needed. We hold sever wide Think Tanks, discussions, and themed activities weekly with notes provided for each. We also have a server wide cookbook, grimoire, and more!”

https://discord.gg/zNDkCHx

Order of the Celestial Dragons is a server for witches of all kinds. It’s a safe haven for those who need support, a great place for those in need of positive energy and vibes in their life, and has many witches who would love to be friends! We have Karaoke Nights, Movie Nights, etc.! Here’s the link for you lovelies:

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does anybody know what this is from???

i found this shirt @ goodwill and its got a bunch of little scenes w/ samus and a metroid just hangin out and being friends and its adorable but theres no text and i have no idea where it came from. the shirt was made by american apparel which i think means it could have been custom ordered by any independent webcomic or artist or whatever? plz share this around i need to solve this mystery

* ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡พ ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฌ ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น. ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡น, ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ท ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ชย *


โ€œGratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, ๐“ช ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฐ๐’†๐“ป ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ช ๐’‡๐“ป๐“ฒ๐’†๐“ท๐“ญ.โ€ย 

โ€”Melody Beatitie

I have no words that can explain the happiness. Even if I reached the 150+ followers a while ago, I didnโ€™t know what to do to celebrate it. But here I am, with a Follow Forever list. Iโ€™ve made incredible friends here, who have made me laugh, helped me when I went through rough thingsโ€ฆ Thank you everybody for giving me the opportunity to belong to this fandom <3

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My name is Barry Allen and I’m the fastest man alive. When I was a child, I saw my mother killed by something impossible. My father went to prison for her murder. Then an accident made me the impossible. To the outside world, I’m just an ordinary forensic scientist, but secretly with the help of my friends I use my speed to fight crime and find others like me, and one day I’ll find who killed my mother and get justice for my father. I am The Flash.

anonymous asked:

23+34 Taehyung fluff please:)

23. Old friends
34. Kiss

as part of the noonatrash drabble game

It could’ve been because you knew him for so long, but you couldn’t get past the initial weirdness. You didn’t know what to do. The lights were dim, because he knew the brightness would have made you even more nervous, but all it really did was help mask the smile you were trying to hide. 

‘Haven’t you ever noticed, like, the shape of someone’s lips?’ That was the first thing Taehyung said to you that set off this weird series of events. You had laughed and said no. He’d said he noticed them all the time. ‘Especially when people talk. I think I just end up looking too hard.’

You weren’t sure what to say. ‘Okay, cool,’ you opted instead and left it at that.

He was much more persistent. ‘Do you ever think about what it’d be like to kiss one of your friends?’

‘Not - not really.’

‘Really?’ he asked, and for a moment, it made you feel like the crazy one. ‘Not even a bit?’

‘No. Why would I want to know that?’

‘Because you see them all the time,’ he said. ‘You listen to them speak and stuff, and - I don’t know - maybe I’m the only one who’s curious about that sort of thing.’ He gave a dry laugh and you had to laugh too else it would just be awkward.

Then he said, ‘You have nice lips,’ and you could see immediately where this was going.

‘I’m not going to kiss you,’ you told him, bluntly.

‘I didn’t ask,’ he snickered. ‘Not today, anyway. Maybe some other time.’

Well it seemed like that other time had finally come. A casual evening hangout had turned into shutting off the TV, dimming the lights, and standing face to face in the middle of his basement.

You shifted nervously from foot to foot and examined your surroundings. ‘Can we at least sit down? This is already weird.’

‘It’s weirder to sit, I think,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Because then there’s a lot of shifting and it’s too much effort. This,’ and he gestured to the direct line between your face and his, ‘is much better.’

You chuckled nervously and looked away again. ‘Uh. Okay, s-so should, um. What.’ Your words were jumbled inside of your mouth and you weren’t sure what was appropriate to say first.

Taehyung took a step towards you and you panicked and stepped backwards. He laughed. ‘This is only going to work if you come towards my face.’

‘I know,’ you whined, ‘I know. Okay, just,’ deep breath, ‘give me a second.’

He took another step forward and you pursed your lips. His hand came to touch your jaw tenderly. It was as if your breathing had stopped. You weren’t expecting him to touch you and you were paralyzed. He tilted your chin and you closed your eyes, feeling him come in closer.

When your lips met his, it was chaste and very light. You didn’t think he could be so delicate. He was trying to seduce you with soft caresses, gliding his thumb to your cheek before touching your jaw. You moved closer towards him as what was meant to be an experiment deepened to a full-body experience.

You wanted to touch him, so you did, entwining your fingers in the fabric of his shirt. You leaned in, tugged him closer to you. You felt the phantom tickle of his eyelashes against your skin. You felt his tongue, unsure and unassuming, explore your mouth.

But he pulled away and it was over. Just as quickly as it began, it was over.

You stood, breathless and somewhat betrayed. He touched his lips, glancing at his feet shyly. You rolled onto your heel and shifted back, suddenly eager to create distance between the both of you.

‘Um,’ he spoke up first, his voice a bit hoarse. ‘Uh. So.’

‘S-so,’ you echoed.

‘That was - that was cool.’

Cool. ‘Y-yeah.’ Cool.


-L

A Time Of No Love (Scarlet Heart Ryeo! Wang Baek-ah)

Type: Angst/ fluff

Request: Can I get a Baek Ah imagine, please? Something angsty, if you don’t mind :) Thank you for writing these - Scarlet Heart Ryeo is my favourite Kdrama right now!


When you finally realized his love for Lady Hae was your downfall. You realized his confessions of love were never real, when he kissed you he was probably picturing her, your son was conceived from a loveless marriage, and your love was never truly returned. Your marriage was nothing in your mind now. You just drifted from everyone but your son, Wang Suk. Madam Hae’s death made you sad, you never blamed her for any of it. You can’t help what you love. 

“Were Madam Hae and her good friends?” Eun asked Baek-ah who turned to him “they rarely socialized to my knowledge” he spoke to his brother. He glanced over at you seeing you walk away with Suk. “I wonder what’s wrong then” Eun says “nothing is wrong with her” Baek-ah says not realizing you were shutting yourself out from everyone.

You cooed lightly to Suk who sat calmly on your lap as you sat under a blossoming tree. The four month old was your world and your light. You didn’t realize you had a tear fall from your face until it fell from your chin. You wiped it away before you kissed the top of his head “why do you always sit out here?” you hear turning your head “hello Jung” you say as he sits across from you. “Why are you so sad?” he asks as he sticks his hand out for Suk to play with and instantly played with the finger.

“Have you ever noticed Baek-ah’s love for Madam Hae?” you asked him hugging Suk close “I have” you spoke. “I’m jealous” you say “why are you jealous, you have him” Jung says “I don’t have his heart” you whisper. He reaches over to you with his free hand and grabbed one of yours. Baek-ah listen from a distance as he looked down in shame. His eyes widened as he watched you get up, heading his way he took off rushing away from you. 

When night came you were surprised to see Baek-ah standing at your door “Y/N I brought you something” he spoke holding a piece of paper with a large smile on his face. He unrolled it and showed it to you, it was a drawing of Suk sitting in your lap. He saw a small smile come to your face before you rolled it up, his smile drop at the fact you barely glanced at it “thank you” you say softly before you headed to your bed. His eyes welled slightly, he lost his first love and now he was losing you. He looks over to your bed to see you turned away from him “good night Y/N” he whispered quietly.

~

He spent a week following you after that night. You went through your day he realized you only smiled when you held your son it seemed. Not at him, not at his brothers, or when you were alone. His heart was being tugged apart. Joining his brothers they could tell he was lost in thought “I see the sadness rubbed off” Eun mumbled “I can no longer please my wife” he spoke without realizing how dirty it sounded. The boys looked at him hoping he would understand “its you should have a talk with the doctor maybe he can give you something” Yo told him as the others laughed. Baek-ah slammed his cup down startling them “my wife is depressed and you all are laughing” he says loudly.

He got up and headed off, his eyes quickly looked for you hoping you would be at your normal spot. To his enjoyment you sat there with Suk like normal. He practically ran to you sitting down in front of you, you looked up at him as he grabs your hands “how are you today?” he asks “how is Suk?” he then asks. You try to pull your hands away put he kept them in his grip tightly. He looked down “can you smile for me please, just one” he asks as he looks back up at you. You gave him a look unsure of his sudden attachment. 

He reached forward after letting your hands go for Suk but your hands instantly wrapped around the small boy “please” he says as you hear the beg in his voice and the need on his eyes and as your grip loosened you were slowly realizing it. Suk was picked up by Baek-ah who instantly hugged the boy. “Please don’t let go” he tells you as his eyes gloss over “don’t leave me too. I can’t lose you too” he says as tears fall slowly from his eyes. “You don’t love me” you tell him “I-I-I-I do. I do, I love you” he spoke loudly. “I’m sorry I haven’t treated you right. I promise I will from now on! I’ll love you more than time. I’ll do whatever you want me to” he promises. He wasn’t going to let his world collapse around him he needed you now more than ever.

The truth about the Muse of Fire interview.


Author Ladyoftheteaandblood.

Fluff and nonsense.

 Tom is one of the most loyal friends, if he can be there, if he can help when no one else can, he’s like a one-man A team.


I’d phoned him in tears to tell him I’d been made redundant effective immediately. The dream job had turned to a nightmare, as the little firm struggled in the economic down turn and then it had drowned like so many others, taking with it over fifty people’s hopes of a better future. Most went home to tell loved ones the shit news. 

As all I had was a goldfish called Sammy who didn’t care as long as the fish food kept coming, I decided to phone Tom. I snivelled for at least five minutes before he understood what I’d said, then I got a, stay there helps on its way.

Thirty minutes later the door goes and there is the handsome sod, standing at my door with party balloons, a large teddy under one arm, three bottles of wine red, white and not sure. Along with several cakes and savoury snacks in a bag. The other arm was held out in a come here and have a hug pose while on its hand hung a bag carrying DVDs.

I took the hug then let him come in and shed his load.

“Right sad lady that needs a pick up, what shall we start with?” he asked holding the three bottles out. 

“Why do the balloons say good luck in your new job when I’ve just lost mine?” I looked at him rather crossly

“Well it’s optimism and you try getting a ‘fuck I’m sorry you’ve lost your job balloon’ at this time of day” Tom grinned as only Tom can and I had to laugh.

“You’re a prat Hiddleston” 

“Yes but that does not answer my question, which wine do you want to open”

“Oh I don’t know” I whined at him

“Rosa  it is” and off he strutted into my kitchen to help himself to the bottle opener and two glasses.

The evening was to be a stay in one but it became a stay over one, when we realised that my DVD player had died along with my career hopes. My knight in shining armour called a cab, collected everything up, including the balloons and bear, now named Lysander and took us all over to his house.

Once there we settled in with the snacks and the cake, wine and the DVDs. All of which were black and white movies of laurel and Hardy, Harold Lloyd, Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin. By halfway down bottle two the pair of us were splitting our sides as we watched the characters in their funny clothes and slightly jumpy movements, lark about. 

I’ve always been a fan of such movies but with Tom sitting, well laying on his sofa, his head now on my lap, holding his tummy and crying with laughter you had no choice but to join in. He looked like a little kid, as the tears of mirth rolled down his face.

Three in the morning we’d found more bottles of wine and both of us were very drunk. The iPod had been put to good use, so we could boogie around the room to old 70s disco tracks. Trust me when I say, his version of Car wash” was a wonder to behold, and the boy sure could move those hips. The way he grabbed me around my waist and flung me about, as he insisted we both sing and dance to “I will survive” left us both in a heap on the sofa.

He went on to singing bawdy music hall songs at the top of his lungs, leaving me speechless at their content. Who knew the Victorians could be so rude! The cake was gone, the crisps and peanuts finished and Lysander was now floating about as we had tied the balloons to him. This was a night to go on forever…….


Nine am, oh my god my head, and where the fuck was I and who’s arm was over my boobs? All very good questions I was not sure I could answer. And more to the point what was that bloody sound?

The body beside me moaned and then a thick, deep, growly, morning voice said Fuck! several times before attempting to get up, but not actually getting anywhere fast.

That noise I realised was the doorbell so I moved the arm, staggered to an upright position noticing my pillow was a dribble covered bear. Then very shakily stood up.

Taking a very odd route to the front door as my legs worked out how to move again, I Opened the door to find some very grumpy looking men discussing if they should give up and leave it. On seeing me they grinned and one said

“Tom for the interview about Shakespeare?”

I said as coherently as I could I’d go get him and shut the door on their surprised faces, made my way back to the safety of the sofa where Tom was now sitting up rubbing his face and looking hagged.

“Two men at your door with a large blue chair and some filming stuff, saying something about an interview on Shakespeare” I told him, at least I think I said all that, I gave it a go.

At which point, sunshine boy looked like he’d had a rocket up the bum and became all animated.

“Fuck the interview, today Fuuuucccckkkkk!” His watery eyes cleared a bit more and he continued

“Please go make coffee, actually let them in first, then go make coffee. Tell them I won’t be long” amazingly he managed to get up and rush off to the shower, where before I got back to the door I could hear the water running.

I did as told, I opened the door and let the guys in, who now looked at me like I was some alien thing. Which to be fair to them, the way I was talking I could have been. I went off to the kitchen, made four cups of coffee and four cups of tea, not sure why.

Tom returned looking clean and smelling heavenly, drained two hot coffees, after putting about eight sugars in (How?) and picked up a tea in a spaceman cup before going into his office. Here they had the blue chair set up with cameras pointed at it.



I decided that retreat was the better part of valour and sat underneath Tom’s shower for a while, till standing became a long term option again!

Having nicked a shirt, an old black Cardigan, some of his boxers and some old trackies, I dressed and re-joined the world.

Tom was now annoyingly Tom, all bounce and talk. He handed me a coffee, had breakfast on the go and was chatting to the men as if he’d never been drunk, and his brain was not trying to come out of his skull as mine was. 

They had finished the interview and he’d offered them food. I declined food and decided to slip away to start the long task of looking for work. 


Email from Tom

Hey Gorgeous lady,

As you dashed out, I didn’t get the chance to tell you, the guys that did the interview need a new PA for their office, gave them your number. They took some convincing you were not an alcoholic I’d picked up and had lead me astray but after that they seemed to like the idea. Best of luck.

PS bring back my clothes you thief!!

Love Tom.

Tagging the normal suspects

@anovinebo @angryschnauzer @booksandcatslover @peskipixi @@tomforachange  @clojury @the-haven-of-fiction @quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks @jdmookami @heathermc13 @damageditem @mrshiddelston @oeffsee @ourladybinxthings @aggro-femme @antyc67 @tinaferraldo @ladywyldfire @ancientfinnishgoddess @siyoteodiara @servent-alearika @tomhiddleston-kikibfairy @lostinspace @larouau12 @hotchpotch53 @tomkurbikston @lolawashere @prplprincez @fellowhiddlestoner @archy3001 @abfoster1s @the-lady-mischief @feelmyroarrrr @nenarea85 @frenchblondgirl @bluegrasscontessa @dorito82

Pictures not mine found on google and cut to size

What He Means To Me - Draco Malfoy Imagine

Prompt: You, an actual ray of sunshine, help Draco, the grumpy jerk who is also your best friend, ask out the person he likes

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters

(Y/N) stood at the entrance of the Great Hall, surveying the room in search of Draco. She spotted him in his usual table, his shoulders slumped and his chin in his hand as he watched the Gryffindor table in front of him. She rolled her eyes and waddled over to him.

“Draco!” (Y/N) made her way to where he sat, ignoring the jeers that were aimed at her. She stood next to him and opened her robe, releasing a handful on snacks on the table. “I raided the snack pantry in the kitchen.”

Draco’s sullen look was suddenly replaced by a cheerful one. If anyone could make Draco genuinely laugh or smile, it was (Y/N).

He sat up, turning his body slightly to face where she was about to sit. “When aren’t you in the kitchen? You practically live in there,” He chuckled. She scrunched her nose, mocking him in a playful way.

(Y/N) could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of her head. She wanted to turn around to see who it was that held such a intense hate for her that it was almost tangible, but she was never good at confrontation. She wasn’t even sure she had a mean bone in her body.

“Why do you always bring this Hufflepuff to our table, Draco?”

She relaxed her shoulders, and rolled her eyes. Of course it was her, no one else at the Slytherin table treated her with such hostility.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, “Piss off, Pansy.” (Y/N) could hear her suck in her breath in surprise at Draco’s comment. His face was stuck in a grimace, dead-eyeing Pansy and the rest of her crew.

(Y/N) shook her head, placed her elbow on the table, and wafted her hand, dismissing Pansy and anyone else who tried to direct their word toward her and Draco. “Forget her.”

She gently rested her chin on the edge of her palm, stuffing her face with one of the cookies she had taken from the kitchen. “So tell me,” she said with a full mouth, “have you asked him yet?” (Y/N) looked up at Draco, a huge, smug smile plastered across her face.

Draco’s face turned a deep crimson, blushing at the mention of Harry. “No,” He groaned, letting his head fall on the table into his folded arms. “What if he says no? I mean a Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Highly unlikely.” His voice was muffled slightly, but (Y/N) could still hear him about to raise his white flag in the air.

“Oh please,” She took a swig of water from the cup in front her, washing down the cookie. “I’m a bloody Hufflepuff. We are polar opposites, but that doesn’t stop us from being best friends,” She sang, pulling his arm from under him. “Here,” She handed him a piece of bread as soon his popped his head up. “It’ll make you feel better.”

Draco nibbled at the bread, shaking his head. “(Y/N/N), food is not the answer to everything.”

Her eyes widened as her hand froze midair, about to stuff another cookie in her face. “Lies!” They stared at each other for a second, then burst into a roaring laughter.

(Y/N) continued eating her stolen snacks as she listened to Draco ramble on and on about how perfect the Gryffindor boy was. Not even she could make Draco’s eyes light up as bright as they did when he talked about Harry, and if somehow she found enough courage to do it, she would kill to keep him happy.

The golden trio stood up from their seats, gathering their things as they prepared to leave. (Y/N) gasped excitedly, “Now’s your chance.” She stood up quickly, tucking a few sweets into her robe, and tugged on Draco’s arm, “Let’s go.”

“No, he’s gonna say no.” Draco stood up, following behind lazily.

(Y/N) huffed, turned around, and pointed a menacing finger at Draco. “I have stood by for the last few years, watching you fawn over him. I am tired of watching you put other people’s happiness before yours. Even if he says no, you are asking him today! Today, Draco!” She hadn’t realized that she was practically yelling.

He pushed her hand down, and looked over at a couple of Gryffindors who sat a few feet from where they stood. “This is why you shouldn’t make a Hufflepuff mad,” He chuckled, pushing (Y/N) out of the room as they followed behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Draco and (Y/N) strayed behind, hiding behind the wall as the trio turned the corner. “Well, I’m headed to the library to study,” they heard Hermione say. They watched as she disappeared past the corner, leaving Ron and Harry behind.

“Okay, here’s the plan: I’ll distract Ron, and you’ll go and talk to Harry.”

“Mm…” Draco hesitated for a second, but ultimately agreed.

(Y/N) walked over to the boys, her face beaming with excitement. “Hey guys!” She grabbed Ron’s hand, turning toward Harry, “Do you mind if I borrow Ron for a second?”

Harry shrugged, “Go ahead.”

“Great.” She pulled Ron back to where she stood before, pushing Draco out into the hall toward Harry.

“What’s Draco doing?” Ron asked, fixing his robes.

“What do you think?” She offered him one of her snacks. “We’re about to watch the most overdue love scene in the history of the world unfold in front of our very eyes.” Ron took a cookie, his face showing how nervous he was.

“Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Shut up,” She stuffed the cookie that Ron held in his hands into his mouth, and poked her head out past the corner, Ron following suit. They both ate nervously, watching the awkward conversation between the two boys.

Draco looked over at (Y/N), hoping she would save him from drowning. She motioned with her hand for him to hurry up. Ask him NOW, she mouthed.

“So Potter… Do you… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Ron and (Y/N) sucked in their breath, their bodies tense as they waited for Harry to answer.

“I would love to.”

(Y/N) stood up straight, throwing her hands in the air in a victorious manner. “Yes!” She yelled, turning around and throwing her arms around Ron. “Fucking finally.” She jumped up and down, unable to contain her excitement. At first, Ron wasn’t sure what to do, but then he hugged her back, laughing.

“I guess what they say is true.”

“What’s that?” (Y/N) let him go, her smile unwavered by Ron’s comment.

“Your happiness is bloody contagious.” Ron said, grabbing the back of his neck as he blushed. “(Y/N)… would you want to go to Madam Puddifoot’s with me?”

Her eyes lit up, and as she opened her mouth to answer him, she was interrupted by two house-elves running down the hall.

“(Y/N)!” She leaned over, looking past Ron. “We told you to stop stealing from the pantry!”

“Oh crap,” (Y/N) grabbed Ron’s hand, running in the opposite direction of the house-elves. “Let’s lose ‘em, and I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.” She looked back at Ron, who wore a scared look, but as soon as he met her eyes, he smiled.

“Congratulations!” They yelled, running past Draco and Harry, laughing so hard that she was sure it would sting.

Thank you all you helpful souls!

I made it to work today and my boss was nice enough to put me at another clinic where I am able to sit at the front desk all day.

After seeking advice from all you lovely folks I decided to call my friend that is a physical therapist. We discussed all the symptoms and she suggested rolling my foot on a tennis ball and a water bottle of ice. Then she suggested some specific stretches and will be sending me an entire plan today.

My foot feels much better this morning. Instead of the crazy sharp pains that concerned me it’s more of a tightening that now feels completely muscular. I am then able to do one of the stretches and it feels relief.

I’m definitely taking it easy for the next few days and I’ll be following the stretching plan that my friend sends me. Hopefully I can avoid the doctor but if it worsens in the next few days I’ll have someone check it out.

anonymous asked:

Hello, would you be able to help me? I'm writing a story about an immortal woman who ahs been 'on the run' for 800 or so years. She's running from someone who is also immortal, but I'm having trouble deciding /why/ she's running etc thank you! x

Well, think about why anyone wants to get away from someone. Maybe they were friends and one stormed off while the other is trying to repair it. Or possibly one made the other immortal as a ‘perfect match’ and the other doesn’t want to be with them. Keep in mind the limitations of the time periods with how far she could go! Sad as it is, there were lots of times and places that women could not go without their husband’s permission. 

If this is based in the current year, it would be about 1200 when it all started. It could be about the forth crusade, Genghis Khan invades around that time, or maybe even the new pope that in 1216. Definitely mention things in the time period, but only what could be gathered in a small radius. It’s not likely immortals can know everything, even if they’ve lived through that time period. 

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He, ho, he!

When you want to cosplay your favourite Tanz der Vampire characters, you have to cosplay your favourite Tanz der Vampire characters. There’s no helping it, even if it’s an absent-minded professor and his bumbling sidekick.

Me and my friend fell in love with Helsinki production of Tanz that ran from February to the end of April last spring. So obviously we had to make cosplays from it for Mimicon, and the decision was made before we knew that Herbert’s actor would be the guest of honer of the event. Ahem. He wanted take to take pics with us. :3

Professor Abronsius: @raistlanacosplay

Alfred, and photoediting: ladyelischa

photographer: @rikyocosplay 

1,000+ followers??

So… I was going to do a follow forever because I reached this milestone, but honestly, I feel like I still don’t really know that many people on here yet, so I’m going to write this to tell all my followers how happy and thankful I am to have reached this milestone! Thank you to anyone who has given me feedback or even liked/reblogged my fics. I truely am greatful. I also want to thank a couple people:
1. @jungblue You were one of the first friends I made on this tumblr and here we are almost a year later still talking almost everyday. You inspired me to start this blog for myself. Anyways, you always praise my stuff and read it and tell me when I need to fix stuff before I post it and I’m always thankful! Seriously you have helped me more than you know and I’m so happy that we met and maybe eventually I will be able to make it down there to visit you at some point!
2. @royaltaehyungs is my best friend in the entire world and she is always there when I need someone to read something or just encourage me. You have always inspired me to write more, even when I first started writing. Thank you for always being there for me and telling me that my work is good, even when it isn’t that good lolol
3. @aegyopop is one of my best friends and she has been there for me even when I first started writing fanfics. She always pushed me forward when I started and was always there to read my stuff and tell me what I need to fix and all that. Thank you for ruining my life with kpop and supporting me :)
4. @baeseoul for writing such beautiful fics and helping me overcome my writers block with them. Everytime I read her stuff, I get more motivation to write again and I’m really thankful.
Also, thanks to @astrofighting, @war-of-hormoan, @princessyeolie, and @onepercenttt for listening and talking to me when I need it. I love you guys! :)
Anyways, thank for reading and I’ll try to keep up for you guys so we can make it to the next milestone! Thanks again so much to everyone who has helped me along this path! 💓

Originally posted by yoonsaur

larp recap:
  • -tried to knock out an emissary from the fae
  • -stole from behind the bar. paid for drink by selling stolen potion back to the bartender.
  • -accidentally joined a band of loud mercenary orcs
  • -have made great strides on teaching said orcs about intersectionality
  • -bandits steal the taxes. someone hands me the box and tells me to carry it to safety. in the midst of a giant battle, i quietly pick the lock... and steal two silver coins out of the whole hoard.
  • -MADE SMORCS (orc smores)
  • -tried to knock out an immortal woodland guardian
  • -helped tame a friend-turned-werewolf by telling racist elf jokes and making her laugh so that the squad could lure her back to camp with food
  • -died from having short legs.
  • -told death my backstory, explained that I couldn't face my older siblings unless I cleared my conscience.
  • - i'm crying. death, apparently, is also crying. (although i don't find this out until much later.)
  • -in the midst of my hysterical sobbing, I collapse onto a bench. my hand finds something. i have an idea of what it might be. i pocket it.
  • -death is so moved by my tale that he turns me into a messenger of fate
  • -end-game meeting, i ask if i'm allowed to steal from death. i hold up stolen object. everyone collectively loses their shit.
  • -and that's how i stole a physical manifestation of fate from the avatar of Death (and became a Battle Toad)
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September 25th, 2016, I achieved the max cape. (Until a new skill rolls around.)

I’d like thank @onderon and @tokhaar (not in the pic because he had many gains to get before I could get a nice screenshot) for showing up to celebrate with me.

It’s been a trip, never thought I’d make friends on some online game called “RuneScape” when I first started playing 10 years ago or when I first made a blog on here. I’d like to also thank @onderon @tokhaar and @kirkendauhl for helping make the grinds bearable. 

{ ♕ } – [  A letter to the queen of Xylaria.

Dearest friend, 

      I am pleased to hear you shall be coming for a visit but I request you bring no children at this current time. My nation is not safe for children in my court. All the children that were here are no longer. Do understand that I do this to protect such babies. I am sorry for the storm you faced, I wish there was something we could have done to help but at this current time my nation is only well due to the alliance I have made with a few others as well. I pray to see you soon as we can actually speak face to face. 

I shall soon wed the King of Ryindale. I do pray that you come for that. I shall send word when it shall happen. 

With friendship,

       Mary Tillie Morelay.

Queen of Vayar

anonymous asked:

I relapsed and cut again and I feel awful. My friends told me not to and I didn't listen and now they are made at me. I lied to my boyfriend about it. This isn't the first time this has happened. Do you know anything I can do to help me not want to cut?

Please talk to someone. Talk to your boyfriend or your best friend, they will help you. They are always by your side and together you can do it! I believe in you.
If you wanna talk I’m always there for you.
Stay safe beauty. ♡

anonymous asked:

my best friend killed herself a few weeks ago and i just cant come to terms with it or deal with it, she was the happiest funniest smartest (straight a's and got into a top university) person i knew with so much going for her, it was just so sudden i just wish i could of been there for her and helped her its taken such a toll on me and i dont know what to do i miss her so much

Reading this made me feel so sad, I couldn’t even imagine how horrible this must be for you. Please don’t blame this on yourself, I know you feel responsible and like you should of done something but honestly there was nothing you could of done.
You did everything you could by being her best friend and that would of meant so much to her, please remember that she didn’t do this to hurt you.

anonymous asked:

I'm having a hard time being happy with myself because I want things to look a certain way or compare what I do to that of others. In reality, I just want to balance all of my interests, focus on education and my schooling, travel, and learn more and more. I hate the need to always feel like my feed has to look a certain way to pertain to my interests. Do you think a break from social media could help with finding happiness and help me stop comparing my life to others who seem to have it better?

Fuck yeah! Do it! 

I’ve made the decision to only check my social media once a day. I only follow friends/other creatives whose work I really enjoy. Also…

I don’t want to use my phone when I’m in the company of someone else (unless it’s appropriate to i.e. making a google search to answer questions that come up in conversation etc.) 

This is something I only RECENTLY put into action but I already notice a drastic difference. It’s been a day and I’m no longer incessantly bombarded w/ eurocentric beauty ideals, the pretty parts of other people’s lives, etc. 

Now there will be more time for me to read, do homework, go to the mountains, improve myself & my real life relationships, create, learn. 


I think social media is great for networking, inspiration, sharing art and information, etc. 

but when it starts making you feel miserable it’s time to reevaluate your relationship w/ it. 

Good luck to ya!