all stuck up

There’s a peculiar Ravenclaw. They are failing practically all of their classes. They barely even do homework. They basically just sit in an oversized armchair in Ravenclaw tower, reading fiction novels almost all hours of the day. The students don’t understand why they’re there, why not Gryffindor or Slytherin? But they soon discover that this strange ball of quietness and lack of academic brilliance is possibly the best advice-giver in Hogwarts’ history. Be it relationship advice, friendship advice, personal life decisions advice, existential advice, they provide the most profound answers. They aren’t gifted in the arts of magic or even in the regular studies of muggles, but even without these book-smarts, they’ve grasped the attention and respect of everyone attending the ancient school. They grow on to be a counselor in the school to help students with special needs, anxiety, depression, ptsd, or anyone that seeks after an ear to listen and sincere advice. Once this Ravenclaw grows old and weary, they pass peacefully in their sleep. The school is devastated….that is until a few days later when they pop back up in their office, continuing on as if death was simply a minor inconvenience. They go on to help students for generations to come, never swaying in their abundance of wisdom, always sure to remind students that a lack of academic brilliance is not a death sentence, just a reminder that we can’t all share the same path in life, and that’s not bad. No, that’s not bad at all.

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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

I was wondering what it would be like if Hannibal was really into kpop and I mean REALLY. Like instead of him writing songs on the harpsichord it’s him in his room singing and dancing. What if he has like a group of girls to dance with him?
It’s like…
“Mr.Hannibal why do we have to dance?”
“WE’RE DANCING FOR OPPA! NOW GET THE FOOTWORK RIGHT UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO EAT YOU,LIKE THE LAST GIRL!”

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Walking in a winter wonderland~
Fluffy jongkey gift for @herewegobebe​ ♥
Thanks to @choiminoh for helping me get their faces right!!

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“You’re Welcome” -Dwayne Johnson, from Moana

Saturday 18th February

No biggey (of course it is) but guess who just had a different breakfast that wasn’t porridge! Oh, yes, ME. ^.^

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there’s nothing I can do

i’m helpless without you

no more secrets / regulus black

requested by two lovely anons, i changed things a bit but i swear i meant well (also reader is a hufflepuff) love u xx

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You didn’t fancy it, not even in the slightest. Having to spend the entirety of your days watching couples and their incredulous PDA from afar as you walked through the dark corridors, only slightly illuminated by candles, cold fingers adjusting the mustard yellow scarf around your neck that kept you warm all day. It was bad enough you had to presence all their playful touches and passionate kisses without a care in the world when you couldn’t even hold your own boyfriend’s hands openly.

It was draining your energies, and worse, you had to watch him walking around the same halls pretending not to acknowledge your very existence, yet you knew you couldn’t complain - because you had agreed to it. He wasn’t disrespectful to you at all and his stares seemed to always follow your shadow, but the agreement consisted of pretending the other didn’t exist and you said yes to it. It was, after all, only to keep you safe from his mother. He had explained everything in solid details about how awful she had always been towards his brother and himself and how worse she had become when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. She had this obsession with keeping the bloodline pure, said Regulus, she believed being a Black made you practically royal and he couldn’t even imagine what she would try to do if it ever come to her ears her sweet son was in love with a Hufflepuff.

However, even with all of that, he needed to keep seeing you, he wanted to be with you arduously but could never put you in danger, ever. So you had agreed to keep your relationship secretive, after all, Walburga had her eyes everywhere even at Hogwarts and it only took one scared soul to spill it out you’d been seeing each other. But you still did, it’d been one year since you’d meet every day in one of Hogwarts secret rooms and be together. It felt so good and so right to be next to him, he was kind and took such good care of you, it was hard to believe it wasn’t just a big dream, a really fantastic one. He’d often read to you, bring you gifts and just spoil you in every way possible, you’d drown in each other’s scents and tastes and the world would just stop turning. You had this incredible adoration for the other and he made you happy. All that hiding was for your own good. But it had you thinking further, was it going to last?

Where were you even going with it? Walburga would never just let Regulus make his own decisions after finishing Hogwarts, and would probably disinherit him if she was ever to find out. And eventually, his mother would find some girl at his level to betroth and you’d be all by yourself. Did he have plans for you or were you just a toy until his mother found someone for him?

Watching him from across the room, during a Potions class had you realising: there was no happy ending for you. You had been cultivating all this love for him when you knew it had to come to an end, for your sake. You stared at all his features as he quietly laughed at something his partner had just said, his black hair a little bit messier than his mother would like. The slippery hot tears sprinkled through your eyes as you tried to suppress all those feelings, you’d miss him - but to your surprise, his eyes fell on you and he saw you. He saw your tears and he saw you grabbing your ink pot to stop your hands from trembling. He saw you looking down and drying the silky teardrops with the fabric of your sleeves and he saw you tidying your table and the rest of the ingredients as you claimed to Professor Slughorn you didn’t feel well and were wondering if you could leave the classroom once you’d already finished the potion. He saw you when Slughorn nodded and you quietly disappeared, not leaving a trace behind except the faded ink on your fingertips and the smell of mandrake root and bicorn horns, that evaporated from the Pepperup potion you had been asserted to make, lingering in the air.

He excused himself from his partner and Professor and carefully followed you, he could heard the echoes of your whimpers and sobs across the empty large corridors and he felt his heart tighten at every little sound that escaped your lips. Had he done something? Had someone else hurt you? And at that thought, he forgot about all the carefulness he should take with the secret of your relationship and stopped caring about what his mother would do, and he ran after you, entering the kitchens corridor, he proceed to the shadowy stone recess on the right-hand side of the corridor, where your sobs followed to.

You were in front of the barrels which led to your common room, trying to concentrate to tap the barrels rhythmically and correctly, not to be drenched in vinegar by one of the lids who repelled non-Hufflepuffs, when your name was shouted closely from you.

The entrance to the Hufflepuff basement opened as you finished tapping the lids but a large hand caught your arm before you could enter the earthy passage, making you turn to face the person.

“(Y/N), are you okay? What’s wrong? Did someone harm you?” Regulus questioned as he held your face looking for bruises or any sign of harm, however, all he found was the tears slipping down your cheeks, your face coloured from the amount of crying you’d done since you left the dungeons used for potions classes, lips drenched by tears.

“Baby, what happened? You know you can tell me anything, don’t you? Talk to me, angel, use your words.” He tried to sooth you quietly, kissing your cheeks.

“Reg-, someone could see u-us.” You stuttered, looking through every inch of the corridor searching for any eyes.

“Don’t be silly, there’s not a soul in here and honestly, (YN), I don’t bloody care about any of that. I just want to know if you’re alright.” He replied pulling you to his chest, enlacing you with his arms, now safe and warm in his embrace.

You wanted to forget everything you’d thought until that moment and just be there with him, just calmly stay in his arms but you knew in your heart if you stood there, you’d back away and melt onto him like you had done many times. As you clutched the fabric of his robes and engulfed your face in his soft chest, his scarf covered in the Slytherin colours underneath you, you inhaled his intoxicating scent and repressed a sob. You didn’t deserve him, his mother was ought to be right.

“We need to break up.” You muttered, pushing yourself from him, using all your strength to do so.

“What?” He stuttered, the hurt in his face was too evident and it shattered your heart into tiny pieces, and his grip around you only tightened, as if he could stop you from leaving him. “You don’t mean that.” He mumbled, “Why would you-?” He muttered more to himself, the same tears so very familiar to him were now streaming down his face as well, the same tears who were there when Sirius ran away, the same droplets of remorse and emptiness of when his mother screamed and burned his name from the family tree. It was all too familiar, she was leaving him like his brother had done.

“Because you deserve more, Regulus, and this will go nowhere. Your mother will never aprove and I’m so, so tired of ignoring each other down the halls, it’s so tiring to hide us, to pretend this doesn’t exist, that we don’t exist. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it when your family finds a suitable pure-blood Slytherin for you and you finally realise that you’re better off without me.” You spilled, “I love you, I love you so much but I just can’t do this anymore, the only way for us to be together is if we stop hiding and if we do so your mother will most definitely disinherit you and I would never, ever, ask you to do that, so I’m breaking up with you. Because I don’t want to be a secret and you deserve better than a stupid Hufflepuff who decided falling in love with a Slytherin wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” You added smiling sadly at your own foolishness and he cried because yet again, his mother was taking the ones he loved the most from him.

“Do you seriously think I’m better off without you? (Y/N), you’re possibly the kindest gift the universe has ever given me and no ‘suitable pure-blood Slytherin’ will ever make me as happy as you do, so don’t you dare leave me like that, baby, you’re m'sweet girl. Please.” He breathed, “I’ll talk to my brother, he hates her just as much as I do, he can help us, I know he can. I don’t think she’ll actually disinherit me once she needs an heir and it’s not as if she’s swallowing her pride and taking Sirius back, but regardless of that, if she does, I’ll leave them and I’ll spend summers with my brother until I’m old enough to buy us a home, okay? Just please don’t leave, yeah? Don’t leave me.” He begged, kissing the tears that insisted on falling down your cheeks again.

“We’ll stop with all this secret bullshit and I’ll hold your hand and I’ll kiss you in front of everyone,” he said trailing his delightful kisses down to your neck as he softly pushed you to the closest wall, “I’ll tell every witch and every wizard that I love you and I dare my mother to try to do anything to you, I want to see her try to take you away from me.” Trailing his kisses slowly back to your lips, he kissed you as if he hadn’t seen you in years, the fear of never doing that again still palpitating his heart and sweating his hands. He embraced you in his arms like a shelter, and tangled his hands on your hair, pulling them ever so lightly not to hurt you in pure adoration and you, you kissed him back with all you had. Because even though the future was always uncertain and all the possible disapproval you’d face from his family, you knew you would be safe with him - and most importantly of all, you’d be happy with him.


A/N: I feel like the end sucked but I got too emotional over my baby Regulus and had to stop, hope you like this and remember likes, reblogs and feedback mean a lot to me, love u xx

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soldier boy, tall and proud,
with a heart of gold and a soul so loud-
they made you their mascot, had you play the crowd,
their bastion of freedom and justice avowed.

soldier boy, heart split in two,
to those who have fallen, then those who found you-
did you find a new home? did you make it anew?
did you learn to let go of the world you once knew?


soldier boy, soul shaken and torn,
by a man the world has, since birth, given scorn-
did you think this was worth it? did you heed what he’d warned?
if his heart caved under your shield, would you mourn?

—  soldier boy, brave and true (but brutal as hailstorms to those against you) || jG

stormchildknight  asked:

Hey. New follower. Love the blog already. For Overwatch OC could we get #1? Cage is kind of awesome.

Overwatch OC Meme: #1 - A Backstory Moment

And with this, the OC Meme is done! Thank you so much to everyone who sent in an ask - getting to explore Cage in this way has been way too much fun. This one especially, and even though it took me eons to get out, I hope you’re satisfied! 

I think this is Cage in her early twenties, when she’s first being looked into by Vishkar as a designer and ends up travelling around for work. She was always in the thick of protests and rallies for peace between humans and omnics, but the physical violence wasn’t very prevalent where she grew up. To see this broke her heart. 

She came across this fellow in her travels through the UK and fixed him up - she keeps a small tool kit in her knapsack.

Heartbreaker (Danny/Stiles)

Anonymous said: Danny/Stiles - “you kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across from mine” [x2]

I had two anonymous prompts for this ship & pairing, so I hope both of you Nonnies enjoy this! This is fic #23 in the 2017 Prompt Challenge!

Heartbreaker. Danny/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Stiles isn’t very impressed with college, but then he runs into someone that he hasn’t seen since fourth grade, and things start to look up.

College is supposed to be this great, awesome thing. According to the movies and mainstream pop culture, high school is the worst years of your life, and college is the best. It’s all a bunch of shit because college isn’t that much different from high school at all. There are still stuck up snotty people who are pretty, popular, and rich. There are still groups of social outcasts that don’t really fit anywhere. There are nerds and creative artist types and jocks and all the traditional stereotypes that litter high schools around the world.

Stiles isn’t at all impressed.

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