Can you do a scene where Harry accidentally wears draco's slytherin tie to class instead of his own
I didn’t mean for this to be so long, but my ass got carried away as per usual. Hope you enjoy!
Harry woke up and smiled when he felt the warm chest pressed up against his back and the hand splayed possessively over his stomach. Harry yawned and stretched, much to Draco’s dismay, who wrapped his arm tighter around Harry in response.
“Harry…” He groaned.
Harry chuckled but then jumped out of bed when he realized it was a weekday and that they had lessons.
“Harry, what the fu-”
“Draco! What time is it?!” Harry shouted.
Draco sighed and rolled over to check the clock.
“Eight o'clock?! Shit!”
Harry hurriedly started looking for his clothes, cursing every few seconds.
“Harry, love, calm down. We have a free period right now.”
“No, Draco. YOU have a free period. I’m supposed to be in charms in 5 minutes! Flitwick told me if I’m late again I’ll have detention for a week!”
“Okay, okay. It’s alright, we’ll get you there on time.”
Draco finds the rest of Harry’s clothes and hands them to him.
Harry quickly gets dressed and leaves the room in a haste, still putting on his tie while he runs to charms.
Harry made it into the classroom a second before Flitwick walked in and he sat down in the seat next to Ron with a sigh of relief.
“Hey Harry! Where were you last- uh mate?” Ron said, glancing down to Harry’s neck.
Harry’s hand flew up to a spot on his neck where he thought Draco might’ve left a mark last night.
“W-What?” Harry asked nervously.
“Why the hell are you wearing a Slytherin tie?”
Harry looked down and realized that Ron wasn’t staring at a mark on his neck, but at the tie that he blindly grabbed and put on this morning.
“M-my tie. Um…haha Ron! Funny joke, mate! You charmed it to look like this, didn’t you?”
Harry cringed at his not-so-clever response.
“Yeah right, Harry. You and I both know I haven’t got the slightest idea of how to do that.”
“W-well yeah!” Harry laughed loudly, causing the people around him to turn and look at him, immediately seeing the tie. “You obviously um…had Hermione do it!”
Ron was about to say something, but Flitwick beat him to it.
“Mr. Potter! Is there a problem?”
Now everyone in the room was looking at him.
“I, um, no, Professor. Sorry.”
The rest of the class went by without further interrogation from Ron. As soon as the bell rang, Harry was out of his seat. When he was in the corridors, he heard everyone whispering about his tie. He walked past a group of Slytherins who glared at the fabric around his neck. Harry groaned, knowing he didn’t have time to run up to his dorm to get a different tie or to find Draco to ask him to let him into the Slytherin dorms to get the one he left in there. He’d have to wait until lunch.
He sat through DADA with all the same questioning looks. He heard Lavender whisper something to Parvati that sounded a lot like, “He’s obviously sleeping with Draco Malfoy. Have you seen the way they look at each other!”
Harry blushed deep red when they looked at him, and they both turned away giggling.
Somehow they were able to spread that rumor around, or maybe other people were saying it too, but now that was everyone’s assumption.
“Harry! Have you heard what people are saying about you and Malf-”
“Sorry, Ron! Can’t talk! I have to go, um, do something!”
Harry took off and ran down the corridor, on his way to Gryffindor tower. He was stopped, however, when he ran into a warm and familiar body.
“Looking for this?” Draco smirked as he held up the red and gold tie.
“D-Draco! I’m so sorry! I-I wasn’t paying attention when I was getting dressed this morning and I must have grabbed your tie by mistake! I know you wanted to keep us a secret, but now everyone is saying that we’re sleeping together! I didn’t say anything I swear, someone else started the rumor! I’m really sorry, please don’t be mad at me!”
Harry looked at Draco with watery eyes.
“Harry, calm down. It’s okay. I purposely gave you that tie when you were getting ready.”
“I figured it was about time I let people know that you’re mine. I’m sick of the way all the girls in this school look at you. Especially the Weaslette.”
“Why didn’t you just say-”
“Because I like seeing you all flustered. It’s cute.”
Draco laughed and, instead of handing the Gryffindor tie to Harry, wrapped it around his own neck and laced his fingers through Harry’s.
“Ready for lunch?”
Harry smiled and nodded.
The two of them walked into the Great Hall, hand-in-hand, and everyone turned to look at them. They all gasped when they saw the ties.
Draco pulled Harry’s hand and led him to over to the Slytherin table and they sat down next to each other.
All the Slytherins glared at them and Harry shrunk back.
“Problem?” Draco sneered at them before turning Harry’s head towards his and kissing him softly on the lips.
“Because if there is, I’ll just remind you now that my boyfriend happens to be the one that defeated Lord Voldemort, so I really doubt any of you would be a tough match for him.”
All the dirty looks faded away and everyone turned back to their meals.
call him your rival and rile him up until he gives in. once he initiates conflict, hit him with some hand holding, say you make a great team. when he smiles and agrees you’ve bonded, tell him ‘nope don’t remember didn’t happen’ #WasteHisTime2016
when he was first born the creator of the universe descended down upon the heavens and bestowed upon him the gifts of light, serenity, and talent. flowers grow in the wake of his footsteps. the sun comes out just to make jimin smile. when he laughs, carbon dioxide emission is reduced by 30%. when he is happy, elephants in asia are saved from hunting and ivory trade. jimin is a celestial being and must be regarded as such.
The loneliness nestled beneath your breast never left you, though you pretended to have been abandoned by it when friend flock to your side. You still feel the sadness dripping down the back of your throat when she reprimands you like she cares, when he smiles at you and shares with you like he couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else. Even when they act as if you are the glue keeping them together, you still feel the crushing uselessness curling in your abdomen, where it has been for years. You have always known it was there, but you have never done anything with it.
Jubilee is the greatest friend that you have ever had within only a few days of meeting her. She is bright, sunshine, and even when you are gloomy and dark, she drags it out of you like it comes naturally to her. Perhaps it does. You never talk about your backgrounds, leaving a blank slate for each other to grow on, instead of casting a life that neither of you seemed to like living. She educates you, slowly, on how to be a person again.
Kurt smiles and you are swallowed by the sun, bright and warm and all you ever wanted. He is quiet and naive, but boisterous and wise, and you melt in tri-fingered hands that fascinate you, but nothing is so interesting as when he speaks, telling stories and plans and whatever, to fill the silences. He never minds your vacant silence, unlike so many of the others who wish you would just talk, for once, instead of being the quiet, angry little thing that you are. You feel yourself falling for him, and even though you know you can fly, you go into a free fall whenever his name is mentioned, soft smile marking your face.
The other… X-Men, they do not get it. Even though she wasn’t there, Jubilee takes everything you or Kurt explain about the battle at face value, and though you fought Kurt with a vengeance, she forgives you. Kurt forgives you - well, that’s not quite true. Kurt told you there was nothing to forgive. You do not forgive yourself. Someone has to keep you accountable, right?
At first, you thought Summers was still treating you like the enemy, and your wings unfurled behind you, splayed wide in all of their healed glory, but a tail wrapped around your wrist. You looked down at it, distracted, and Kurt explained, slowly and softly, that it was just the way Summers was. You might have fought Scott if Kurt hadn’t been there, and you add one more thing to your mental tally of things he will forgive you for. You still don’t forgive yourself.
He is a virtuoso with the way he plays you like a violin, but it not unkind, and you find yourself not minding. With words, he paints a version of you that is kind, that follows the name they gave you rather than the one your father did, he paints you as forgivable. Your name is Warren, which has always spoken of violence to you in a way that you cannot scrub from your self imagery. Kurt, one day, tells you what the German Warren means, and you choke on your own breath, a hand on your own chest. Protector.
You dream of him. Not of Kurt, though he is no stranger to your subconscious either, but of Apocalypse. You can still feel his residue sticking to the edges of your mind and it paints all of your insides, makes you sick with him until your crouched over a toilet, and nothing comes out. Your hair, longer now, falls in your face, and the body length mirror on the back of the bathroom door betrays you, showing you a sickly angel who needs someone to take care of him. You look back down at the toilet and wait to be sick, waiting for a long time before getting up off of aching knees and almost crawling back to bed.
In the morning, Kurt takes one glance at you and guides you back into your bedroom, settling you back into bed. You grasp his hand without actively thinking about it, once you settle in, and he seems to know more about what you want, what you need, than you ever do. He crawls into bed with you, curling his back against your front, and his tail comes out and wraps around your wrist, a protection you find yourself craving whenever he is more than a few feet from you. You find yourself craving a great many things about Kurt, but you do not question it. Maybe this is how friends feel. You do not feel like this about Jubilee. You still don’t question it.
You rarely fight with Kurt loudly. You do not have it in you anymore, and he has never had it in him. You fight quietly, and never about things that are about anything that makes any kind of sense. He wants you to forgive yourself, though he doesn’t say it in so many words. You want him to believe in himself, in his own beauty and grace, and you don’t say it in so many words either. It feels, always, as if you are dancing around the thought of each other, and there is a wall there you want to fly over, that he wants to teleport around, but nothing changes.
Forgiveness never comes. But, your hatred gets softer with years of him beside you. Maybe forgiveness does come, but you do not recognize it amongst years of love. Maybe it is simply there.
Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour making ice cream flavours in the colours of pride flags - R
They’re his most delicious specials! You just state what you want and he’ll mix together the appropriate flavors to create your flag. And he seems to know the colors to every pride flag out there. Wix who aren’t out can ask for the flavors, but Florean will give them a knowing smile when he hands them the ice cream. Those wix know their secret is safe with him.
Im a little confused about something. Did Lex want Bruce to steal the kryptonite? If he did then why did his henchmen try to stop him when Batman was chasing them in the Batmobile?
It’s implied that he indeed wanted Bruce to steal the kryptonite, judging from his smile when he saw the batarang in the case that initially contained the rock.
His henchmen tried to stop Batman simply because they didn’t know about Lex’s intentions. I think Lex didn’t reveal his entire plan to anyone (at least not KGBeast, nor Mercy).
And I can understand why he didn’t tell them. Because if he did, it would appear suspicious to Batman that they don’t try and resist to him. (just like if he told Mercy about the bomb at the Capitol, she wouldn’t have stayed inside, and it would appear suspicious that the only ones who weren’t affected are Lex Luthor and his assistant)
That being said, the thing that led Batman to the henchmen carrying the kryptonite was data on Lex’s hard drive. And remember how easy it was for Bruce to steal the data ?
So here we have two theories : either he wanted Bruce to steal the kryptonite from the lab, so that’s why the final destination of the rock appeared in the data, OR he wanted Bruce to take it during its transportation OR he considered both options as acceptable.
Whatever the case, he doesn’t tell anyone in order to make sure nobody suspects his deeper manipulation. At least that’s how I see it.
okay so I haven’t posted anything on this blog in ages but I wanted to share something with you guys
So I’m in my second year of university, my campus is a good 2 hour train/bus trip from where I live and every Thursday I had a 8am lecture. So I’d have to get up and ready around 5am and catch a train from the city at 6. I realised there was this one guy who was always on my train that day every week. He seemed really sweet, he would wait till everyone was on the off the platform till he’d walk in and take a seat on the train and we’d always find ourselves in the same carriage but a couple seats away from each other. After a while he picked up on it as well and he’d always smile when he’d see me and we’d catch the train to the other city, then get on the uni bus to campus and we’d never say a word to each other but it always made me really happy to see him. He always let everyone on the bus before him so he’d end up standing up every time and being one of the first to get off, so by the time i’d get off the bus he had already disappeared to his classes.
I remember one time it was raining and the the exit door in the middle of the bus stopped working. The bus driver asked him if he could forcibly pull it shut And he basically did the captain America scene thing where he like is pulling the helicopter hahah. I was just sitting on the opposite side of the bus watching and holding back clapping after he pulled it closed.
I had only run into him twice on campus, one time at a burger place where he was sitting down with his friends and he smiled and said hi when I walked past, and another time while I was in a studio working on my design project and he walked into the room and waved and I went back to working and my friend said he walked back in stopped and looked like he was about to come over and talk then walked off.
We went through an entire semester without having a conversation and by the time holidays had come all my friends knew about “train boy” and begged me to just go up and start a conversation. I was really really (and still am) socially anxious and terrible at initiating conversations. But I really wanted to get to know him so once the holidays/break finished I promised myself that id go say hi to him on Thursday morning. I got to the station and he wasn’t there and I thought maybe his days had changed, he had swapped classes? But I never saw him again, I ended up just assuming he moved to another university closer to our city.
So its been over a year since then, I hadn’t thought about him in a while, whenever I caught a train part of me still hoped we’d run into each other on an off chance but it never happened. Last month my friend made me a tinder account and convinced me to try it out, and although I hadn’t met up with anyone from it yet, I’ve had so many great conversations with some really interesting people, so i’ve kept the app. Thursday night I was sitting at home swiping through and was 90% sure I saw the train guy. I “super liked” him and hoped he’d match back just so I could talk to him, I was hoping it was him because it would have been really really awkward if it wasn’t (I haven’t really ever super liked anyone before). The next day he matched and I messaged him and was like this is really weird but did you used to go to my uni and he replied and said “Not weird at all, the city train line at like 5:30 (ungodly hour) going all the way to coast right?”
I was so amazed he actually remembered me and we’ve been talking for the last couple of days now. He was actually studying in a similar design course like mine and the semester that I met him was actually his final one before he graduated. I’m so beyond excited to get to know him, I wasted half a year holding back conversations.
Author’s Summary: Mingyu a wedding photographer and Wonwoo, the best man. Mingyu finds himself drawn to him, to his effortlessly handsome features and slender frame, to the way the sunlight reflects off his dark hair just so, to the slight scrunch of his nose when he smiles.For the first time in his life, Mingyu forgets to take a photo.
(4) And if you're wondering what's the most beautiful feature of his face is, it's his EYES. They're SPARKLING. And they're are INTENSE. His eyes alone could wrecked your entire being istg. He fucked my life even more tonight. I'll never stan another person as I stan Taehyung. No wonder he can turn from a cutie to a hot ass in 0.00001s! When he was talking and smiling, his eyes look so warm and when he's dancing and singing, they're the DEFINITION OF DREAMY EYES. FUCK. I AM RUINED. T_T
LOL I KNOW I CAN’T GET OVER HOW HOT HE IS ON STAGE LIKE IT’S UNREAL HDJFBKJHDBFJSDBFJSD HIS STAGE PRESENCE IS EVERYTHING TO ME DSHFBSDJFSDJH he’s so amazing ;;
So I met Jeremy Renner today, and we had a moment.
By moment, I mean that I (like a loser) got lost in his eyes when he smiled at me, and then he refused to break eye contact until I got too embarrassed and had to look away. And he giggled. Not laughed - GIGGLED.
Also I went to his Q&A, and I got to hear him refer to himself as “daddy” and it was NOT in a fatherly context. So my life is complete.
“He was dressed all in red velvet and splendidly tall. His blond hair was parted in the middle in a saintly fashion and combed richly down to his shoulders where it broke over his cloak in lustrous curls. He had a smooth forehead without a line to it, and high straight golden eyebrows dark enough to give his face a clear, determined look.
His lashes curled like dark golden threads from his eyelids. And when he smiled, his lips were flushed suddenly with a pale immediate color that made their full careful shape all the more visible.
I knew him. I spoke to him. I could have never seen such miracles in the face of anyone else.
He smiled so kindly at me. His upper lip and chin were all clean shaven. I couldn’t even see the scantest hair on him, and his nose was narrow and delicate though large enough to be in proportion to the other magnetic features of his face.”
JUST KEEP EM COMING FAM. LANCE PLAYING GAMELAN. LANCE HERDING DUCKS. LANCE AT THE TEMPLE. LANCE PLAYING STREET SOCCER. WALKING BETWEEN THE RICE PADDIES LIKE A BOSS. IM SO PUMPED
YES YE SY ES BUT ALSO LANCE BEING TOLD COUNTLESS OF TIMES FROM HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY BACK HOME IN INDO THAT ‘indonesia doesn’t even have a space program’ ‘you’ll never get there, lance’ ‘you dream too big’ ‘mom and dad can’t pay for the school tuition, you have to get a scholarship and it’s really hard, lance’ IMAGINE COUNTLESS OF NIGHTS OF LANCE STAYING UP LATE OR NOT SLEEPING AT ALL STUDYING SO HARD FOR HIS TESTS AT SCHOOL SO THAT HE CAN GET GOOD GRADES AND IMPRESS THE GOVERNMENT ENOUGH TO LET HIM GET A SCHOLARSHIP FOR THE GARRISON – IMAGINE HIS PROUD SMILE WHEN HE GETS ON THE PLANE AND SAYS GOODBYE TO HIS FAMILY; IMAGINE HIS FAMILY IN SHOCK AND SURPRISE BUT SO PROUD THAT THEIR SON GOT HIS SCHOLARSHIP AND HE’S GONNA BE ? ?? AND ASTRONAUT ?? ? THE PRIDE OF INDO TBH
but imagine lance, in the garrison, still looked down upon and having moments of doubts about whether his family was right about this not being worth it – imagine phone calls to his mom and crying about school and how much he misses home but his mother tells him that he can do it because he’s her son and he’s gotten this far and ‘lance, you can do anything if you put your mind to it’ AND LANCE BECOMING SO FILLED WITH LOVE AND HOPE AND HE KNOWS HE CAN DO THIS BECAUSE HE’S THE PRIDE OF BALI AND EVERYONE IS SO PROUD OF HIM – FDJSANLJNAFDSEJNJFDSNFASDNNDFSANJKLEFNAWK
LANCE ALSO, WHENEVER WITHIN HIS BLUE LION, HEARS OCEAN WAVES WHEN THEY’RE ALONE AND HE’S REMINDED OF BALI AND HIS MOM AND THE BEACHES AND HIS FATHER AND SIBLINGS AND UNCLES AND AUNTIES – SDJFNJASDFLKE at those moments he doesn’t feel so alone ;;;;;;
I want to add Papyrus to Undertale's Woobie page, but I'm at a slight loss on what to put there (and how to phrase it, and what order to put it in...).
Oh wow… the one mention Papyrus has on that page is as “Sans’s brother whom you can murder violently” or whatever.
Um. Well, I think it’s worth pointing out the subtle hints that all is not as it seems with Papyrus; his bringing up things from other timelines, implying that he has solid memories of them.
His not caring about being killed; the “I WANT TO MEET DEATH” from the phonecall. Even Sans, who supposedly “doesn’t care about being killed”, drops his smile when he’s hit. Papyrus’s expression doesn’t change at all, even in a genocide run, where he says he was scared.
The King Papyrus ending is worth mentioning for sure; whether one believes Papyrus is aware of the truth or not, being lied to by pretty much the only person alive that he should be able to rely on is bad.
As far as phrasing goes, I… don’t think I can help much there..? I’m bad at making things comprehensible in the first place, as is probably obvious by now. I’m sorry… >.<
Okay but today we hectic like I was so much closer than yesterday and I only cried like 4 times lol I was legit SOBBING when it was finished… tomorrows going to be rough.
But okay like doom dada ended me Seunghyun finally wore the Mondrian suit and LEATHER GLOVES AND THE ASS DIDNT EVEN SING HALF OF IT AND LOOKED GREAT. Look at me gwisoon makes me so happy live and Dae is amazing. AND JIYONG looked perfect as usual and when he smiled facing our area on the back stage I started sobbing again (lol I’m weak). Seungri hypes me up like no other and they SHOWED HIS SHOWER SCENE PIC (not the whole thing but pls bb). And Bae sounded absolutely incredible i had chill the whole time like everything he does is incredible. I DONT EVEN KNOW I JUST LOVE THEM ALL AND NOW IM JUST RAMBLING HERE