and i cant draw a silence

In World History...

I don’t know the difference between making compliments and flirting… I’m in history drawing a flower and this girl beside me that I knew for a year says,“That’s beautiful.” I reply,“Not as beautiful as you.” So I stay there in complete shock that I said that and she had that face of what. She then says from the akward silence. “ You too.” AND WE WERE NOT ALONE AND I BET PEOPLE HEARD GVIGVIGCUGCDTJCIGGVI. Imagine your otp….

Guys guys guys guys
You need to read Radio Silence by Alice Oseman
It’s too good
My brain is all melty
Main character is bisexual woc (!!!)
Lots of diversity
Awesome chapter names
Frances’ mum is my favourite person
Like “Mums notes from her meeting, which consisted of the words ‘blah blah blah’, a smiley face and a small drawing of a dinosaur”
I love all the characters
Apart from that one psychopath. We don’t need to talk about her
I cried
Srsly
Read it

yoonmin!couple au

look at me expanding from nct dream


-yoongi is the softest thing for jimin

-the SOFTEST thing

-yoongi with holly is like yoongi with jimin 1000000000%

-heart eyes min 

-yoongi is SO in love with jimin it hurts

-he would give jimin the fucking galaxy because he knows jimin would do the same in a heartbeat

-jimin likes staying up late with yoon at the studio because he wants to make sure he isnt lonely oh my gosh

-but yoon always forces him to go home and sleep

-so on the nights jimin doesnt stay up with yoon, he msgs him every so often to check up on him instead of sleEPING AW

-yoongi doesnt always reply to them but that’s ok!

-jimin doesnt expect him to

-he knows he’s reading them anyway

-sometimes they facetime so yoongi can show jimin the songs he’s been working on

-but shh it’s just an excuse to see jimin’s pretty lil face again

-and sometimes jimin will be so tired and sleepy from practicing so hard that day

-and he’ll doze off slowly but he tries sososososososo so hard to stay up for yoongi

-but sometimes he just cant stay awake 

-yoongi never ever minds

-he loves sleepy jimin so much

-he loves seeing jimin’s eyes slowly close and dart open when he tries to stay awake and he loves how jimin’s cheeks puff out when theyre smushed up against his pillow

-it makes yoongi wanna go home and hug him ;-;

-if something reminds yoon of jimin at the store or something, he’ll buY IT FOR HIM 

-it makes jimin feel so loved and happy and blushy and aWH

-yoongi likes holding jimin’s hands more than he’d like to admit

-he likes watching their fingers intertwine aWH

-yoongi likes giving jimin smol kisses on his face and it makes minnie feel so gigglY AH

-forehead kisses

-F O R E H E A D K I S S E S

-temple kisses too aW

-jimin always feels so small with yoongi around (even tho the height difference is like non-existent bYE )

-so smol

-so safe

-jimin brings yoongi coffeE

-if yoongi cant get a part of the choreo down, he NEVER admits it but jimin always notices so he helps him out <3

-yoongi likes napping with jimin in the room

-like, min doesnt even have to sleep with him

-yoongi just likes his presence awh

-falling asleep together is just the best thing

-jimin likes burying himself in yoongi’s chest and yoongi likes playing with his hair

-and jimin draws mindless patterns on yoon’s back and they just talk about the most useless things but they wouldnt have it any other way

-yoongi likes laying his head on jimin’s lap or stomach 

-whenever yoongi lays his head on his lap, he does this thing where he closes his eyes for a few moments and the two of them just sit in silence

-and jimin cant help but stare at his face and smile his squishy smile because “god howd i get so lucky i love him so much what a lil baby i love him”

-and then yoongi opens his eyes and sees jimin smiling down at him and then a smile slowly grows on his face and it grows to the point where it meets his eyes and his eyes crinkle into half crescents and his smile is all gummy and jimin just loves him so much

-every time jimin sees yoongi he feels like some highschool kid falling in love for the first time 

-all yoongi wants to do is grow old with him honestly

-yoongi has written COUNTLESS songs about jimin but no one knows about them bc noBODY CAN KNOW HE LOVES JIMIN THIS MUCH!!1!1111

-psttt yoongi everybody already knOWS

-he’s so blatantly obvious about it

-like, tae stole my hat and is wearing it?? giVE IT BACK U BRAT

-oh jimin did the same thing? bBY BOY I LUV U SO MUCH

-subtle yoon subtle

-yoongi wants to act tough and be a man for jimin!!11!!11! but jimin melts him and he just becomes a pile of goo

-yoongi makes sure jimin eats well and isnt always focused on losing weight!!11!! getting abs for the fans!!1!!1!

-yoongi isnt about any of that bullshit smh

-does the arthur fist thing if anybody touches jimin byE

-probably snapchats each other tbh

-yoongi saves all of jimin’s selfies im calling it now

-CANDID PICS

-yoongi’s lockscreen is a selfie he took while jimin was sleeping on hiM

-jimin’s lockscreen is a pic of yoongi when he fell asleep at the studio and jimin found him in the morniNG IM DEAD

-jimin takes pictures of dogs he sees on the streets and sends them to yoongi

-one time he found a stray and took it home

-he took care of it for like a month with yoongi before the boys found out

-yoon likes it a lot when jimin helps him with his songs

-like sometimes yoongi will just ask him to sing a line to hear how it sounds like

-and jimin likes helping him come up with lyrics

-but yoongi never seems to need any help bc whenever jimin’s near him, he just spews out lyrics about him <3

-yoongi has an album on his camera roll just for jimin and holly

-on shows, they always instinctively reach out for each other but they have to remember to pull back and not do something theyd regret

-:((((

-yoongi wonders if theyll ever be able to be together for real one day

-but it makes him too sad to function

-jimin probably sits on yoongi’s lap when he’s in the recording studio

-by probably i mean most definitely

-i luv yoonmin but not as much as yoonmin loves yoonmin

devastating..


i
imagine the most devastating
sound
would be
of
weeping butterflies
declined
with no reply
as to
exactly why
madness
cant be defined
nor
described;
i
imagine the most devastating
sight
would be
of
a sleeping sunrise
acting surprised
when asked
to provide
the correct
weather and time;
i
imagine the most devastating
delight
would be
of
deeply
dearly
dreaming
prisms of ice
melting flutes
of imprisoned wine
serenading
blue balloons
to lullabies
soothing the stars
asleep in the nite
silencing dreams
with wicked red ties
that wrap around
choking the sky
a tender hug
by
death’s cancer
benign
spiraling down
just to feel the rise
adoring the reason
without any rhyme
what’s to worry
if the 2 don’t combine
‘no meaning’
means
nothing to find
and failed abortions
cant hide
but hell has a funny way
of drawing fine lines
even the truth crosses over
just 2 say hi
so wave
we’ve all gone mad
and god’s
being bribed
allowing
hope and deceit to decide
the only decline
not inclined
and still
watch it climb
forever lured
and imbibed
dizzy
repeating rings
stuck on rewind
a paused stop
an escape so divine
a perfectly designed
reprieve
in
yellow skin tight
ribbon tailed kites
so desperate to fly
the desire
dying to fly
while
feelings blow
thru the wings
that bite
the breeze
merely begging
to breathe, fight
or flight
a chance to freeze
a way to glide
thru yet another
hustle and grind
burying it
all inside
with the need to know
‘why’
the world is so cruel
when it’s easier to be nice
nothing’s who we are
please believe that hype
you monsters are people
sadly, i know the type;
i
imagine the most devastating
touch
would be
of you swallowing
to speak
another
tedious goodbye
leaving me
hypnotized
paralyzed
by your face
that i
have memorized
victimized
by
you
and ‘i spy’
with those
same exact eyes
that ive come
to despise
despite
them
really being
mine
compromised
by
my own mind
chastised
betrayed
by
my own demise
defied
by
my own disguise
baptized
by
my own demoralized
tongue twisting
binds
more knots
to unwind
every word
is unkind
promised
but left unsigned
every thought
confined
every memory used
as a device
to exploit
and remind
cursed
by
my own
dime-store
advice
a colt 45
and a 9
bcuz russian roulette’s
not a very good surprise
so i
will not breach
nor will i
ever deny
my own alibi
cant get rid of me
i resigned
the moment
i arrived
and
just out of spite
i did it not once
but twice
i
imagine the most devastating
cry
would be
of my heart beating
yet
another weary
tired sigh
sugar and spice
and everything
nice
the dullest
of all knives
and another
useless try
while
bloody drops drip
dry.
and no price
is too
high
i’ll find my
way
one day i’ll
own my all my everything
robbing my own eyes
blind
of all cost
so it’s nothing to buy
it’s simply murder
by
killing another
mental suicide
but that’s just me
words i
live by
my
one truth being
my
one real lie
being my
one and only sign;
so i
cant think
and i
don’t feel a thing;
so when do i
cry;
i
imagine the most devastating
light
would be
of a star clearly
too white
too high
and too bright
to ever truly believe
it could
actually guide
as it
reaches forward
then reaches
behind
just to
shine
rite before it
finally
decides
to not even try
rite here
rite now
rite nearby
it
collides
choosing to
simply
give up
and just
die;
so please believe
i need
all eyes
on me
and
opened wide;
watch as i
divide
the meaning
of life
by all that it’s
derived;
so, now,
how
can i
survive
'living’
if ive
already been
deprived
never truly
being
alive;

;

by. HanaRenee.

(music: drake ~ fall for your type ~ instrumental)

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So an anon requested a fluffy Stanford!sam x reader story. And here it is!! I hope you all enjoy it!!

TWITTERPATED


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My alarm went off, waking me up from my slumber. I shot up, panicked and silenced my phone. Mornings like these were dreadful. Only having a couple of hours of sleep in the past few days became normal. I had finals next week which meant studying during my free time.
The rain dancing across the rooftop echoed through my room. It was relaxing. I reached for my phone to check the time.
“Shit!” I yelped. “Its late!”
I removed the covers off my sore body and slid on an old pair of faded skinny jeans, along with my Stanford hoodie. I ran to the bathroom and stopped immediately when I noticed my horrific hair. I threw it up in a messy bun.
My reflection haunts me, I never liked what I saw. I guess I was never a big fan of my appearance. I splashed cold water on my face, and brushed my teeth fast but thoroughly. I reached for my glasses and made my way to Starbucks, where my best friend was waiting for me to study.

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“I know, I know. I’m over slept.” I sighed.
“Don’t worry about it.” my best friend pushed a cup of coffee toward me. “I got your usual. I had a feeling you were going to be late.” He chuckled to himself.
“Shut up Sam.” I laughed as I smacked his arm. My best friend of 2 years meant the world to me. Though, I have always been attracted to him. We were nothing more than just friends. And in a way, I was ok with that. We were inseparable. As if we were joined to the hip. Sam Winchester was always there for me and I couldn’t thank him enough. He was my Prince Charming.

“Wait, how do you know what I like?” I scoffed. Sam rolled his beautiful eyes and huffed.
“You get the same thing every time we come in.” He inhaled and smirked. “A caramel macchiato with one shot of espresso and 5 pumps of vanilla. Just because you like your coffee sweet.”
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and looked away, embarrassed to face him. Sam cleared his throat, and pulled out his books from his bag.
“Ok so where did we leave off last night?” He exhaled.
I mirrored his actions and pulled my book out. “Page 368 in the Anatomy book.”
Sam was in school for Law and I happened to be in school for Medical. They say opposites attract, and in this case, they were right.
“Oh yea.” he flipped through the pages of his book. “So your exam is on the human body. Define homeostasis.” he muttered.
I sat in silence for a moment with my hand pressed to my forehead. I know this one but for some reason, I was drawing a blank. These were the moments where I felt I would never pass this test. How could I if I cant even remember a simple definition.
“Shit I don’t know.” I sighed as I laid my head down on the table.
“Hey, its ok. You got this. I just think-” he paused for a moment, moving his hair away from his face. “You need a break. We’ve been studying for a week straight. Maybe we should go have some fun.” Sam flashed a smile, making my stomach flutter. My eyes averted down to his lips which created me to place my lower lip in between my teeth. “Y/n.” He said, catching my attention. “Uh yea sure. that’s fine.” I stumbled over my words. Sam chuckled to himself and began to put his books away. He was beautiful. No matter how Sam looked, and no matter what he did, he always had a way to distract me from the real world. I couldn’t help but fantasize about him. Daydreaming about our first kiss. But I know it would never happen. A girl could hope though right?
“I have the best day planned.” Sam said, interrupting my thoughts. Wait, did he say planned? He planned this?! What the hell?
“You planned something?” I hesitated. I swung my bag over my shoulder and held my books in my arms.
“Yeah. We haven’t done anything else but study. C’mon I miss having fun with my better half.” he winked at me and pulled his bag over his shoulder. My heart began to race and my breath hitched to the back of my throat. Those words ‘My better half’ replayed in my head over and over again like a broken record. A shock vibrated through me. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Come on.” Sam smiled and reached his arm out. I wrapped my arm around his and we started off.
The cold breeze hit my face and it felt refreshing. The café was beginning to suffocate me, maybe because of Sam? Who knows.


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“Close your eyes.” Sam exclaimed as we stood outside his dorm room.
“Okay?” I was skeptical for a moment, but closed my eyes. After all, I trust him with everything I have. I felt his hands caress my waist and he lead me to in.
“What’s happening Sam?” I demanded as a little giggle slipped through my teeth.
“Hold on. You’ll see.” We stopped walking and his hands escaped my body.
“Ok you can open your eyes.” He muttered.
My eyes fluttered open and I was taken back. His room was decorated in white cotton, along with cut up snow flakes hanging from the ceiling. The floor was surrounded with white sheets and his dresser had two wine glasses with peppermint cookies.
“I remember you telling me how you miss home, mainly because of your family but also because of the snow.” Sam hesitated and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “So I thought I’d bring the snow to you.” My head snapped toward the tall fellow and with no hesitation, I propped on my tip toes and collided my lips to his. Without thinking, I slid my hand up to his neck, pulling him in closer.

He was shocked at first but then immediately motioned back.
I pulled back to catch a breath and the realization of the situation dawned on me.
“I-I’m so sorry.” I whispered.
“I-it’s ok. Really.” Sam pressed his lips together and smiled. His arms pulled me in closer.
“Thank you for all of this.” I gestured to the decorations. This was the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me. Sam was truly the best man out there, and for that, I was falling for him. And I was falling fast.

“That uhm, kiss was-” Sam began to speak.
“It will never happen again.” I cut him off immediately, fearing what hed say next. Sam took a deep breath and tilted his head to the side. His eye brows furrowed, but then softened soon after.
“There’s more.” He muttered and released me.
Sam grabbed his laptop and turned it on. The movie “how the grinch stole Christmas” was on the screen. He remembered my favorite movie.
“I thought since you can’t go home this Christmas, we can have it here. Just you and me.” His smile took my breath away, and all I could do was shed the tears that were barricading my eyes.

“You, Sam Winchester, are by far the best guy out there. How did I get so lucky?” My voice shook.
He smiled and gestured for me to sit on his bed. Sam grabbed the wine and the cookies and sat next to me as I started the movie.

“I love you.” I mumbled as I took a swig of the wine. Sam stiffened and I could feel him gaze at me.
“I love you too y/n. It’s just you and me.” He bit into the cookie and exhaled.
“Besides, who else am I going to trust to be my doctor?” He teased. I elbowed his side and returned my gaze to the screen.

This was all I ever wanted. And Sam made it possible. And I loved him for that. I loved him for him.

But no. Beauty Queen and Reyna get caught after they break into an Ichor Refinery and then a bomb is set, a specialized device is hooked to Piper arms to stop her powers, and Reyna cannot believe Beauty Queen chooses this time of ALL TIMES TO FLIRT THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF LIVES AT STAKE HERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

And then Beauty Queen is like, “I just want to prepare you, in case we cant get out and that bomb does go off–”

And then Reyna interrupts her with, “that’s not going to happen! We arent going to die!”

And then Beauty Queen is quiet for a moment and then says, “it’s not the explosion I’m worried about, Agent, it’s the Ichor. How do you think us ‘Category C’s are made?? The Category C stork?”

And then Reyna draws in a shaky breath and goes, “that’s not going to happen. Not to me and not to anyone else in my city.”

And then Beauty Queen’s sudden silence is louder than any of the shrill alarms going off and Reyna makes sure not to glance at her while she’s struggling against the ropes. u.u

Also Piper would dress for comfort, guyzzzz. Spandex is for nerds like the Justice Circlejerks, okay, and she is too cool for that.

anonymous asked:

I live for your fairygod setters! SO FUN TO READ THEM OMG. Are you working on more or do you just have too few good requests to make more? They're so good and I just love them so much can't wait for more in the future! :D

I’m glad you enjoy them!! And don’t you worry about my requests supply because there’s a load of them haha I’m just too busy to keep up… but they’ll definitely be coming!

Gonna answer a few asks while I’m at it tho

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Soulmates

Pietro x reader
Soulmate AU
A/N: the reader has angel wings and golden eyes.
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I hated the damn thing. The tattoo of sneaker permanently sketched in the skin of my wrist. Why the fuck is it a sneaker? It’s so odd. I try not to question it too often but I can’t help but notice the bright blue sneaker. All my Friends had decent ones, Nat has a flower, Steve has a gun, Bucky has a moon. They would occasional ask me about it but soon quit after they see the look of annoyance on my face.

The team was all coming back from a mission, I had decided to stay back. They said it should be pretty simple so I took it upon myself to nap. My wings were getting pretty tired, I fly everywhere I can. I love the feeling of wind going through my hair and the sense of freedom to travel wherever, whenever I please. I love it also as much as sleeping. Which I was trying to do. That is until someone decided I needed to be wide awake rather than comfortably napping.

“We found him.” Nat says quickly, I think I must not have heard her correctly. I sit up leaning forward a bit so I can place my elbows on my knees. Nat is leaning back in the chair next to my bed with her arms crossed. Her hair is messy as is her makeup, which makes me think they were wrong about the mission.
“I know its probably hard for you to believe, especially since you had given up awhile ago but I’ll telling you, its him.” I raise my eyebrows, half yawning and rubbing my eyes. I shake my head almost as if it will clear my thoughts. It doesn’t work. I’m not waking up, this isnt a dream.

“Are you sure? I dont want to accuse someone of being stuck with me for the rest of their life.” She chuckles, looking down at her hands, I try and chuckle too as if I was joking. She looks up at me while shaking her head.

“As terrible as that make sound. He has wings, Thats his tattoo. Thats convicing enough for me.” I nod slowly, somewhat being conviced. Ive went through this before, I was positive he was mine until he finally revealed his tattoo to me and the fact that he’d been cheating for a month. So yeah, I have a bit of trust issues.

“Lets go meet him, I suppose.” Nat laughs looking at my hair and pyjamas. I shrug at my bunny pants and run my fingers through my hair. “If he cant except my bunny pants then he doesnt deserve me.” She nods walking out of my room. My wings dissolve into my skin around my tank top, appearing as a tattoo.

In the family room the whole team sits, including the newest members whom I’ve yet to meet, they all look tired and beat down. When we walk in everyone is staring at me, at least it feeling that way. Tony is siggling his eyebrows as he’s pouring a drink. “Make that two please.” I say breaking the silence. He nods, smirking to himself. Clint is whistling some I cant quite tell which song but Its familiar. I believe its a love song.

“(Y/N), this is Wanda, Vision, and Pietro.” She drags out the last name. “I think you and Pietro may have a lot to talk about.” The last sentence rolling of her tongue. He’s so handsome, damn. Hes smirking at me, which I return. Tony clears his throat, drawing my attention to him, his hand is out waves a drink from across the room. I decide to showcase my powers, stretching out my wings making my eyes glow gold. Nat stands a few feet away looking in amusement at Pietros face as his eyes widen. I fly over to Tony grabbing the drink and thanking him  I stand and lean againist the counter trying to flutter my wings more than normal while taking a drink of the chilled liquid. Pietro runs up to me, quickly may I add, and grabs my wrist. I look down at his shoes, they’re shoes I have been staring at my entire life. His eyes widen at my tattoo, he gaze returns to my face as a smile creeps onto his face. Not realising what Im doing I grab his shirt collar pulling him to my lips. I have waited my whole life for him. Just to meet him, to know his face as well as I know his damn shoes. He deepens the kiss making my wings, and my heart, flutter. The whole room is cheering making me flustered causing heat to rise up my cheeks. I slowly pull away, wanting to savior the moment, biting my lip nervously. He widely smiles leaning down so his head is at my ear and whispers, “Didnt see that coming?”

game ending theories that might not happen cause dev isnt fucking clever lol

so since the 10th rival isnt the journalist daughter i think its super obvious WHO it is (info chan because dev isnt good with writing suspense n shit lol) so here’s what i think will happen. if it ever happens lol

so at some point near the end of the game u find out info chan is the daughter of the journalist and was secretly using you to further her agenda; which is clearing her father’s name and exposing the aishi family as who they really are. and what better way to do it; the papers! just when you finally have your senpai, the truth comes out, and everything you have comes crashing down. ayano and ryoba are exposed, her father’s name is cleared, and she has the big scoop like she always wanted. you have to stop her; how you stop her will depend on how each rival was eliminated (and to an extent if u killed any students or nah)

true pacifist (matchmaking/befriending; no one dies): info chan is frustrated; here she is trying to edge you on to follow your mother’s footsteps (so she can have an easier time exposing the aishi household as monsters) but you did the opposite. so since you didn’t kill anyone, she still tries to find a way to to expose your family. you also have a way to expose her; by pointing out that she blackmails students to give her pantyshots (this is still nasty…it should be money or some shit not some hentai bullcrap lol) and is stalking students. like her father, her name is ruined, no one believes her anymore, and you get to have your senpai

semi “pacifist” (bullied the rivals until they left school or worse): info chan gets results, although not in the way she expected. still, it’s enough to write in the paper what the aishi family really is. you have two options; destroy the papers or do the above paragraph (expose her BEFORE she gets the paper out). same thing; name ruined, senpai is yours

part time killer (killed some of the rivals but not all of them; killed some students as well): info chan, again, gets results in another way. she’s surprised that you, at the last minute, didn’t kill all your rivals, but you killed enough for her to put in the papers. you need to destroy all the evidence before she puts it out. how you do it is up to you (see semi pacifist and the last bullet)

true killer (you killed all the rivals and you killed a lot of students): info chan is pleased; you did exactly what your mother done and more. now she has all the proof she needs to expose to aishi household and clear her father’s name. this isn’t good for you; if word gets out that youre really a monster, senpai would never love you. so there’s only one thing to do; silence her forever. (note: dev said that you cant kill her in game but he never said in cutscene or something)

anyway here’s my theories that’s probably some wishful thinking like and subscribe if u want more thank you watching game theory

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AUTHOR THESE ARE REALLY GOOD???? OH MY GOD i want to draw info chan and ayano during these

◇hym

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Doodles inspired by the previous night’s dream.
After dreaming about being in a rpg platformer type setting I couldn’t stop myself from imagining an AU with Fairy as the hero and Oranhamme as the main villain.

The over template is the same. Fairy has to fight through various levels and make their way to Oranhamme’s castle and defeat them. However, the two are both very aware of their setting and the tropes that go along with it. So they end up fudging some of the basic mechanics.

For example, Oranhamme is constantly, CONSTANTLY, poppin out of nowhere to chit chat with Fairy even when they’re in the middle of a boss battle. He also likes to offer them food a lot. He claims its because he wants Fairy in good health to get to the final level sooner but Fairy cant help but wonder if its some trick or maybe the dude’s just lonely.After all, he’s already conquered this fantasy realm so I guess he needs someone new to show off to.

Fairy is actually a bit of a reluctant hero trying to get this whole mess over with as soon as possible. But its really hard when you need magic objects to open new portals and the only way to get those is by doing mundane tasks. Like seriously lady, do you really need me to pick vegetables and whack giant caterpillars right now? You wont give me the thing till I do? Sigh…fine.

The disenchantment with the whole hero’s journey thing is something Oranhamme would comment on a lot. He’d also be trying to use it to further his own ends by trying to convince Fairy to drop the whole thing and maybe even flip to his side. While the offer to be done with the whole hero thing sounds extremely tempting Fairy cant silence the voice in their head reminding them that Oranhamme’s a villain. But the whole good and evil thing is super skewed anyway so is this all really worth it?

Is this a commentary on the nature of black and white thinking or did I really just want to draw cute fantasy outfits on my characters? The answer is the latter.

Enjoy!

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teacher: ON THE COUNT OF THREE! ONE…

john: i think casey is a perfectly good name!

dave: john we arent naming it casey

teacher: TWO…

john: but dave!

teacher: THREE!!

[YOINK]

[mandrakes wail in background]

john: wtf??

dave: like a stripper from a cake

dave: omg

dave: its punk rock

[the mandrake is indeed punk rock]

[silence save for some wailing]

dave: so… casey you said

john: what? i cant hear you??

haha i said i’d draw something and you probably didn’t believe me.

then again you probably didn’t expect second years dave and john tending to mandrakes.