and the way they giggle in the fourth

The Coolest Rockstar in Pirate Town

Students crowd the Slytherin Common Room. Scorpius is curled up in an armchair, alone.

Student: He’s always reading.

Someone else giggles.

Third Year: Should’ve been in Ravenclaw.

Another Student: He actually enjoys History of Magic.

Student: Dude is bombass at potions though, so at least that’s normal.

Fourth Year: His father was a leader, all he does is follow Potter around.

Third Year: Ambitious, Cunning…his ancestors weren’t good, but at least they belonged here.

Scorpius: Not only have you forgotten that Slytherin’s are resourceful in a way the well informed can be…

Scorpius:…Or to rise above the ignorant labels people put –

Scorpius: And as for cunning…


((Scorpius might be made of sugar and spice and everything nice, but never forget he’s still a Malfoy.))


It was just after sunset as Lanya headed out of the Slytherin common room. Her hair was pinned back at the sides but the rest of her raven locks flowed down her back, drifting in the wind as she made her way purposefully up the stairs and towards the library. In her arms, she clutched a few books. The common room was a tad too rowdy for her this evening. One of the fifth years set off a few pixies for fun and giggles. But the fourth year needed to focus.

Her parchment and quill were all neatly tucked into her satchel at her side. And her wand stuck out in front, ready for her to grab at any moment. She kept herself alert for any attacks that might come her way. As much as Hogwarts had made her feel included, there were still those who would go out of their way to harass the vampire. She usually took evening classes and studied one-on-one with certain professors. This kept her out of the daylight but also kept her from interacting with most of the other student body.  Lucky for her, she was quite adept at Charms. This proved helpful when taking her two courses she couldn’t reschedule. The professors all knew of her condition but the student body was mostly kept unawares.

Lanya entered the library and found a table. She sat down and opened her books up. From her bag, she pulled out a roll of parchment, a quill and some ink. It was time to do her potions essay over  sleeping draughts. She frowned, not seeing a book that she needed. Since she was allowed to wander the library at night, she knew exactly where the book would be. After making her way around the shelves, she frowned when it wasn’t in its proper place. The vampire glanced around and saw the book she was looking for. Unfortunately for her, someone else had it.

She walked up to them. “Excuse me. I could really use that after you’re finished.” she said, nodding to the book.


Imagine Daryl and you are in love and him being very over protective of you when someone at the prison hits on you.

It was another back busting day here for you at the prison . You were going back and fourth between tasks . Rather that was cooking , doing laundry , or taking care of the young ones . You couldn’t complain though , you loved helping out in any way you could . You were currently heading towards the prison’s kitchen to help Carol with dinner when you felt a hand go around your waist .

You giggled at the familar feeling that surged through you , knowing fully well who it was . “ Hey ” Daryl rasped in your ear as he basically hugged you from behind . You stopped moving completely and leaned your head back to look up at him “ Hey you ”. He gives you a light squeeze “ How’s ma girl ? ” . You blushed lightly . Even though you two have been together since the farm , you still blushed when he referred to you as his .

“ Im good Dare . Was just headin’ to help Carol cook some dinner ” You tell him and he nods . “ Why don’t ya just skip tha’ and we can - ” you cut him off with a raise of your eyebrow . He winks at you and you laugh at him . He honestly loved to make you laugh , your giggle was like music to his ears . Anything you did really made him crave more of it .

“ Tempting , but I think I’ll pass Mr. Dixon ” . He scoffs , but realeaces you anyways . “ But you can walk me to tha’ kitchen if you’d like ? ” you give him a soft smile and he nods . He never really could tell you no . You walk side by side and roll your eyes playfully as you could tell Daryl was contemplating on how to go about holding your hand .

He never was good at it all , but you knew he was trying to learn how to get used to it . And thats all that mattered to you . So you grabbed his rough hand in your small one and gave him a cheeky smile . You two than proceeded to the kitchen where Carol and Beth awaited you with warm smiles . “ Well if isn’t Mrs.Dixon ” Beth teases you and you groan with a light blush . Daryl doesn’t seem to think anything of it and kisses the side of your head with a whisper “ We’ll have to make tha’ official huh? ” .

You were really blushing by the time he left . You tried to regain your composer , but his words made you feel like no others could . You tucked your hair behind your ear and looked to see that the two ladies were about to burst with enthusiasm. You rolled your eyes playfully “ Lets get dinner going ” .


After dinner was served , you were sitting with the people you consider family now. You were laughing along with Glenn and Maggie about some joke when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder . You looked back to see a some what familar man who smiled widely at you “ Hey Y/N , how are you ? ” . You smiled , seeing as you smiled at everyone “ Hi , I’m doing well and you ? ” .

He smiled in a somewhat creepy smile back “ I’m doing well now that I’m talking to such a pretty lady like you ” . You blushed at his statement . Not from liking what he said , but the fact that it wasn’t Daryl saying it . And that ? That made you feel un easy . But you tried non the less to keep small talk “ Did you like your dinner ? I think I mightve cooked the chicken too long im afraid ” .

He quickly changes the subject back to you “ Your so beautiful . Does anyone ever tell you that you have the prettiest smile ? ” . You swallow nervously and bite your lip . something you have grown acustom to when your nervous . But again you force a smile “ Thats mighty kind of you to say , but yes my boyfriend tells me quite often ” .

He seemed to want to ask who your boyfriend was , but was cut short when he was shoved to the wall behind him . Your eyes widen at the scene and it seemed that all chatter in the cafateria stopped . Daryl held the man by his shirt with a look of pure hatred “ Got sum’ you wanna say to ma’ girl? You go throw me from now on ” .

You stood up to try and stop him , but rick beat you to it . He placed his hand on Daryl’s shoulder , but even the man he looked to as a brother now couldn’t stop his jealously. The man in his grip was about to say something , but Daryl was quick to speak again “ Wait , ya know wha? Don’t even think about talkin’ bout’ er’ ! She’s mine ! ” . With that , he dropped him to the floor and stormed out .

You were speechless at this point and all eyes landed on you . You muttered a “ sorry ” before walking out yourself . You wanted to talk to Daryl and calm him down . You went to the cell you two shared , figuring he’d be there , and found him sitting on the bed . His knees were spread apart with his head hung low as he bit at his nails . You leaned against the door frame “ Dare ? ” .

He didn’t look up “ Yer’ mad at me aren’t ya’ ? ” . You push yourself off the doorframe and kneel infront of him with a soft smile . You took his hands away from his lips and cuppes his cheeks into your skinny fingers “ No Dare , im not ” . He searched your eyes as if he thought otherwise “ I didn’t mean ta’ .. I don’t know wha… ”.

He didn’t know how to explain , but he didnt have to . You knew that he never had anything to really hols onto as his and it took everything in him to just accept that he liked you in fear that he would lose you too . He was afraid that one day a man that he thought was better than him would steal you away from him . But he always failed to realize that he was the love of your life .

“ Shhh , I know hun’ . You dont need ta’ explain ta’ me what you did . But always remember this .. I love you with all the days I do and don’t have left put together . Ain’t no man taking me away from you Dare ” you promise him and he nods . “ I love ya to Y/N . So damn much ” he tells you before pulling you into his arms .

“ So much that I’m gonna make ya ma wife one day ” .

Headcanon Time - Bi- Multilingual Hiro and Tadashi

Stemming from Hiro’s cute scribbling in his journal. I cropped it, but he asks, “Why is English so hard?” That really stood out to me as something someone who was enhancing their skills in a second (or third or fourth or even more!) language. So I couldn’t help but think that Hiro’s and Tadashi’s parents them both Japanese first (because their papa loves his heritage and their mama loves learning languages and was secretly an anime fanatic in her teens) and then English soon after.

Tadashi’s speech flows seamlessly between the languages (when he’s getting super excited, he’d switch to his primary language and the Nerd Crew would all giggle because he doesn’t even know it!) Honey Lemon just loves the way he speaks in Japanese and endeavors to add that language to her impressive list of acquired languages.

(“He’s gone bot-fighting again! I can’t believe that -! Of all the irresponsible -! Can’t he just stay put!

“Dude! No one knows what you’re saying! But those are some wicked sweet sounds. Got a sick rhythm to it!”

“I do! Oh, Tadashi! Why don’t you just bring him to school with you? I’m sure he’ll love it!”

“Fat chance he’ll ever set foot near this ‘Nerd School’, as he calls it.”

“Oh, hate to break it to him, but he’s a bigger nerd than all of us combined.”)

Hiro - despite being a genius of epic proportions - has a slightly harder time getting the hang of languages. The more complex material is actually easier than the basics for him. The difference between “they’re, there, and their” and how “lead” and “lead” have totally different meanings always trip him up.

(”Oh, Hiro.”

“Stop making fun of me!”

“When will you learn?”

“Tadashi! Stop reading my journal!”

“Correction, I’ve read your journal. Or is it ‘read’?“


Hidashi portion! <3

Hiro loves making his brother melt. Nipping and licking his neck, blowing on his ears, trailing his fingers along the goosebumps that rise all along his arms and thighs and just listening to him pant and whimper in Japanese.

Makes for especially sexy dirty talk. Hiro loves whatever Tadashi says in any language, but it’s so hot to feel him shudder and see him bite his lip when Hiro coos in his ear, “Nii-san~”

Kingsman: The Secret Service

A spy movie that makes fun of spy movies while being a great spy movie and starring Colin Firth as a super-spy. I mean what else can you ask for?

The trailers do not give this movie enough credit. It was entertaining from beginning to end, you get sucked into the story and the characters and you can’t help being on the edge of your seat throughout the movie. It can get cheesy at times and a bit ridiculous but I think that’s what the director and writers were going for so it actually made sense in a way. I also loved how close the characters were from breaking the fourth wall sometimes, and you just go « aaah I see what you did there »  

Why you should see Kingsman: The Secret Service

  • You’ll get giggling fits I promise “happy meal” anyone??
  • Colin Firth as badass super-spy gentleman Harry Hart.
  • Taron Egerton is the next big thing i’m telling’ ya.
  • The villains are basically Dr Drakken and Shego from Kim Possible. 
  • Badass female characters that gets shit done.
  • An appearance by Luke Skywalker himself, Mark Hamill.
  • You. Have. To. See. The. Church. Scene.
  • Suits. So many amazing suits.
  • “This is not that kind of movie" 
  • Super cool and fun fighting sequences.
  • Exploding heads. 

By the way, I’m still not over what happens AFTER the church scene. 

Oh and don’t forget: Manners maketh man


I wrote this when I was supposed to be studying and it’s partly inspired by misha’s wardrobe at asylum 14 this past weekend

Dean and Cas meet at a bar one night and they’re just plastered drunk. Dean gets all giggly when he’s drunk, a fact he denies vehemently when people bring it up. Cas, on the other hand, is handsy and waxes poetic about Dean’s eyes in ways that don’t quite make sense - “they’re radiant like iridescent pools of melted emerald.” This of course makes Dean giggle and they devolve into a fit of laughter, Cas gripping Dean’s shoulder tightly for support, drawing the two of them close together.

It’s decided after the fourth round of tequila shots- “c’mon cas it’s cinco de mayo, we gotta celebrate” “dean, cinco de mayo was four days ago”- that they can’t just part ways after last call. Dean doesn’t know why, maybe it’s the way Cas’ entire face smiles when he laughs, when his nose crinkles up and his eyes are squished by his cheeks, or the way he looks at Dean in a way Dean hasn’t been looked at in so long, but he knows he’s gotta see more, he’s gotta know more and he’s gotta take Cas home with him.

Dean’s fingers fumble as he tries to call an uber for them. Cas eventually takes the phone out of Dean’s hands, gracefully as if he hadn’t just helped polish off a bottle of Don Julio– “dean i’m already drunk you don’t need to buy me nice liquor” “cas, I like you a lot, but i’m not getting it for you. I’m doing this for our neighbors down south. mexico would weep tears of shame if we honored them with shitty tequila.” They’re standing on the curb together, swaying a bit from the aforementioned Don Julio, their cheeks rosy and their eyes glassy. Dean looks at Cas and his heart hurts and it scares him but he decides to just blame it on the alcohol for now and deal with what it really means later. But Cas, with his dark messy hair and his laugh that sounds like he swallowed pure sunlight- Dean doesn’t usually think this way, but he looks at Cas and thinks he could be happy.

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my new job involves visiting those fancy preschool academies and coaching the kids in different sports activities. the kids can be anywhere from practically newborns to 3-4 years old. well, today i was assigned to assist another coach in baby yoga, which is literally yoga for infants. we had these teeny tiny little mats and we stood the babies up and put them on their backs and stretched their chunky little baby arms and legs. so anyway i finished exercising one baby and i put them down next to me and went for a second one. then when i finished that one i put it down and picked up a third. halfway through the third baby i realized that the other babies still hadn’t crawled away, and were in fact, crawling back in my direction. suddenly they were climbing on me. a fourth baby was making its way over, hearing the commotion. i was literally surrounded by babies. they were grabbing my legs and kicking me in the thighs and staring at me with their big dumb baby eyes and giggling while i tried to keep them at bay. it was glorious. if you’ve never been dogpiled by babies before i highly recommend it.