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Special someone

As every dog owner knows, they are the best conversation partner. That is no different for Draco Malfoy

“What are you doing?” Harry had to stifle a laugh as he watched his dog headbutt his boyfriend. It was an interesting contrast, the elegant gorgeous pureblood heir, versus the fluffy brown mongrel Harry had found on the side of the road two years back.

Molly, as Harry had named his dog, was clearly busy trying to win Draco’s affections, and it seemed like she was having success. She lay on her back between Draco’s pyjama-clad legs, shamelessly begging for belly rubs, which the Slytherin carefully started to provide her with.

“You look an absolute mess, you know? A cute one, but still a mess.” Draco chuckled as Molly upped the speed of her tail-wagging. “But then they do say dogs take after their owner, so I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything else.”

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idk about you guys but I’ve been seeing that amazon prime commercial on TV a lot lately and every time I see it I think about that welcome to night vale proverb 

so I put the two together and it actually works pretty well???


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Sometimes I think about Miranda Lawson finding a second family in the crew of the Normandy SR-2 and my heart hurts.

I think about her getting an eccentric uncle in Mordin, who’ll sometimes overshare and give really embarrassing advice when being asked about relationships and sex. 

I think about her getting a cool aunt in Samara that she looks up to and who teaches her ways to use her biotics more efficiently. Who might even have taught her how to Reave while on the run after the Collector Base was dealt with.

I think about her getting an easily excitable little brother in Grunt, who keeps running into the thick of everything and screams in delight as he crushes his enemies underneath his feet. Sometimes I imagine her having to apply medi-gel on his wounds after a particularly tough fight with his grumbling acquiesce.

I think about her getting a somewhat tempestuous sibling rivalry with Jack, competing with each other about who’s the stronger biotic by trying to one up each other on who can make the bigger biotic explosion. (Look, I know biotic explosions weren’t as big a thing in the second game, but I really like this idea okay? Let me live.

I think about her getting a brother in Garrus, the two of them sitting down and sharing stories about leading a fire team in dangerous situations and getting them all out alive. Sometimes they’ll talk shop about ways to apply Overload on the field, on synthetic and organic enemies alike.

I think about her getting a cousin in Tali, talking about whether it’s better to turn Geth against their own, or just destroy them outright. And whether they should be destroyed fast or hacked to turn against their own before getting rid of the platform. Maybe she’d ask Tali how the drive core is and inadvertently end up listening to Tali wax on about what a beautiful thing Cerberus made it in the recreation of the SR-1.

I think about her making her own rounds in the ship, talking to each and every crew member that she deems needs her attention and slowly gaining their respect, if not trust. She takes her position as Shepard’s XO seriously, and that kind of dedication can’t be dismissed so easily when she makes a point of fulfilling what she considers her role in the crew. Even when half of them still distrust her, with one having made her animosity very clear by way of a chair biotically thrown at her face.

Even with that, the crew still treated her better than her real family had. She may not say it out loud, but I’m sure she considers them her found family and closer than her own blood.

[He] did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.
—  Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

I know it’s been a while since I posted but in honor of Pride Month I decided to whip up a meme for all you LGBTA+ mod fans out there :)

Tag yourselves I’m Portal Unity bi

Since the fandom just revamped Klance (a power move, by the way, kudos to you ALL), i thought maybe we could do the same for Shatt for these reasons.

(Also, this post was made possibly by Jenny’s feverish camera roll search everyone go send them love @dailycolleenholt

  1. it could have def been endgame,

If what the Voltron creators are saying is right, then they planned on Shiro being gay from the start. Seeing how close Shiro and Matt were during Kerberos, and how Shiro in season 1 saved Matt’s life in the gladiator ring, they have

  • Shared History
  • Proof they mean a lot to each other (gladiator ring, “shiro was a legend in our household”, etc)
  • Matt existed prior to season 7 which, I love Adam and everything, but he didnt have any roots to the show until like July of this year. Matt, however, has been a pivotal part of the show since Season 1, and its canon that he and Shiro know each other and were close.

2. Romantic coding (Shatt reunion)

This is the little “SheeRowe” at the beginning when Matt first sees him. Its clear he’s surprised by his face, but if you see the scene, he says it in such an affectionate way that its pretty clear he’s feeling more than just surprise.

This might be a little bit of a stretch, and I might have Shatt Goggles, but to be fair my Father, Carl Himself, a known str8 thought they were together when he saw this scene. Not that it means anything, but if a str8, 50 yr old man thinks they’re together then. Its pretty obvious something is going on.

I couldn’t find a photo of this, but the shot reverse shot on Shiro is framed in a way that reminds me of the blatantly romantic framing of The Bedroom scene.

Ya know, THIS one

But here, you see Matt when he says “its great to see you again, uh, sir.” Its clear he’s unsure about what to call Shiro- is he an authority figure? A friend? Something else? Its been probably over a year since they last saw each other, and that was when Shiro injured Matt to save his life which is, okay, not that straight.

Matt is probably confused on how to define their relationship , they both have meant so many different things to each other, its hard NOT to,

And here, you see Shiro assuring Matt. To be fair, this IS shiro’s clone, but as we saw in season 3 Clone Shiro had all of Real Shiro’s memories and traits, so it might as well be the real thing.

Here, Shiro notices Matt’s uncertainty, and pulls him into a hug. It’s both a security that they’re still friends and dont have to be all stiff and proffesional, an assurance that nothing has really changed even though they’re over a two years older and worn from fighting in space, and a relief. Shiro, at the very bare minimum, is relieved to see Matt again. Remember, the last time the two saw each other, it was under the threat of death.

and LOOK HOW HAPPY THIS BOY IS. Does that face look Heterosexual to you? I dont THINK so.

This is when the camera pans back to Matt, post hug. And, i dont know about you, but I can’t help but be reminded of Keith’s Soft Smile when he looks at lance.

Ya know


3. Parallels.

I’ve already included two Klance parallels in here, but Shatt also has a lot in common with ships from other fandoms.

For example, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes from Captain America.

Originally posted by ariesw1493

(Jenny and I adore them, CAN’T YOU TELL.)

but Shatt and Stucky have a lot in common

(Potential) Childhood Friend dynamic? Check.

Its not really proven Shiro and Matt knew each other as kids, but they were in the same year at the Garrison if I’m not mistaken, and they probably knew each other at least a little bit if Sam advocated for Shiro as hard as he did in season 7.

Former Punk who has an Enemy-Given robot arm with amnesia issues and is exploited to benefit said enemy’s cause against their will?


Guy who had the glow up of the century when he was thrust into a war thousands of miles away from home and who’s friend sacrificed himself for his life


And , although there haven’t been many good Shatt interactions that aren’t Above, if their dynamic is what people think it is, they’re even more similar to Stucky than ever.

Bottom line, Shatt would have been a much better option for queer representation , in my opinion, than Adam and Shiro were. This way we have an attachment to both the characters, and they both serve purposes to the story other than to be each other’s love interest. It had a lot of potential, and still Has a lot of potential if we can manage to keep it alive. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

anonymous asked:

Im pretty sure Ryan couldn't care less if Shane decided to leave unsolved he'd just find someone else just as easily as he did when Brent left. I'm also sure Ryan wouldn't care less if something happened to Shane meanwhile Shane seems like he cares about Ryan a lot and Ryan doesn't care. Shane obviously sees Ryan as a good friend, possibly a best friend meanwhile I think Ryan sees Shane as a work friend at most. Not hating or anything but it's obvious Ryan doesn't care much for Shane's presence

I almost didn’t even touch this ask because you’re just so mistaken, my dude. So wrong. I should make one thing very clear to start with. Ryan replacing Brent on the show with Shane was not an act of cruelty or indifference and as of today Ryan has never documented his feelings regarding Brent not having the time or interest in the content of the show. And here’s the kicker, Buzzfeed is chalk full of people who are Ryan’s work friends, a big plethora of people he have shit in common with and people who believe and don’t believe in ghosts. Tons of video producers and tons of skeptics and believers alike. He chose Shane though because Shane was already his friend back then and he saw him as a potential fit so he asked Shane. 

 I’m not sure if you’re new here or if we as a community don’t celebrate how much Ryan appreciates a best friend like Shane hard enough and you missed it. I have work friends too. There is always a subset of people who I look forward to getting my work day in with because they have the same work ethic I do and share many facets of my sense of humour, but , friend, pal, buddy; you don’t spend months on end on the road with a work friend and then willingly go over to their house, go see movies with him and his girlfriend, eat lunch in and out of work together, know each other’s favourite food, buy the same exact boots to match his because you like the look, see them across the room from you and pull out your phone to have them permanently on your social media because they’re saying/doing something so iconic and so funny you feel the need to document it. There is a degree of separation when it comes to not caring about someone and watching them avidly whenever they get into a comedic bit, laughing uproariously because almost everything they say is funny to you. 

Here’s a thread where Shane talks about how Ryan kept having dreams where he died and Ryan’s dreams involved his mom and Shane being murdered by aliens. The mix of family + Shane is evident.

So consider that tenet of your argument nullified. Ryan cares what happens to Shane. But Ok Ok, maybe social media isn’t your thing and you aren’t like me sapping up every single ounce of content that comes across my feeds because when I like something, I Love it so maybe you missed all their instastories together, Ryan mapping a comfortable world around Shane’s world and sure, the argument could be made that Ryan only admitted to weeping about Shane’s dream death because his mom was involved but there is also this moment in an actual postmortem episode. (A big thanks to @a-slow-disaster and @ricky-goldsworth for quick handhold and some expertise given about which episode it was when I was not equipped to scour the last few months of content to find this moment)

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Protective Harry

Once you were done with your yoga class, with the professional yoga teacher Harry’s been paying for you, you decided to relax for a bit and drink some water.

You couldn’t help but wonder where your sweet loving boyfriend Harold was, so you decided to go find him. Hmmm….where is that goofball? You thought as you searched the gym.

You finally saw a bunch of curls wrapped up in a bandana and knew right away it was Harry.

You walked up to the boxing rink Harry was in and watched him as he threw powerful punches at the punching pads his trainor was wearing.

“Damn girl” you heard someone mutter behind you.

You turned around to see some guys staring you down, but one in particular made you very uncomfortable as he kept looking at you.

“I’m Kevin….and you are” The guy who kept staring at you asked.

“Taken” you heard a voice say from behind you.

You turned around to see Harry, and he jumped out of the rink so he was standing with you.

“And I’m Harry. And I’d love it if you left my girlfriend alone” Harry spoke, eyeing Kevin rudely.

Kevin rolled his eyes and walked off along with the other guys.

Harry looked at me but then quickly looked at my attire.

“Damn” he murmured.

“Whats wrong?” I asked.

“No wonder he was making googly eyes at you. Your boobs are spilling out of your tank top and those damn tights you’re wearing are showing off your ass pretty damn well. And no matter how hot you look, it’s my job to keep these pricks off my girl” Harry explained.

I blushed immediately and quickly fixed my tank top.

“Don’t worry love, you look gorgeous….I just wanna be the only one to enjoy it” Harry added.

I smiled and kissed his lips softly, earning a moan from him.

“I’m yours…..and no one else’s” I assured my boyfriend.

“Good….let’s keep it that way” he begged. “How was yoga?”

“It was great, I feel so relaxed”.

“You wanna try something?” He suddenly asked.


Instead of giving me an answer, he picked me up, placing me over his shoulders and walking us onto the rink.

He then set me down and placed boxing gloves on my hands.

“Oh god…” I breathed out.

“Now…I’m going to teach you how to box. That way, any fucker like kendrick or whatever his name was thinks they can just plant a move on you….you’ll give them a knuckle sandwich” Harry promised.

I couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was.

“Harry, you’re overreacting”.

“I wouldn’t call it overreacting…..just protective. Now, I’m going to tackle you and I want you to try and get me off okay?” He asked and I nodded.

“Ok…ready…..go” he said and in the blink of an eye I was tackled onto the ground, although somehow Harry managed to make sure I wasn’t hurt. “Get me off babe" he pleaded. I started pushing him and kicking and shoving as much as I could….but he didn’t even move an inch which only caused him to chuckle. “Harry…don’t laugh at me, I’m bad at this” I said frustrated.

“Aww baby. You’re not bad at this….just try everything you know that will get me off” he hinted.

I then started pulling his hair which didn’t work. I even tried telling him there was a random banana laying on the floor which he simply declined because he ‘had one earlier’. Ugh. What the hell will make him get off? I couldn’t think of anything else except for one thing. Kevin. “Babe look, Kevin’s coming back”.

“Where???” Harry asked popping up immediately and looking around the large gym.

I then rushed up and kicked him in the back of his knee, causing him to tumble down. I sat on top of him, my hands by his head and my nose touching his. “Gotcha” I teased.

He smacked my bum causing me to giggle. “Dont do that. I thought i was about to have to kick some ass” he said.

“Oh Harry” I laughed. “I love you babe” he said. “I love you more”.

“I know you do” he teased.“Now get your pretty little bum up so we can practice some more moves” he said, flipping us over and standing up, only to be offering me a hand.

I gladly took it and he pulled me into his arms, placing a big kiss onto my lips.

“Gotcha” he winked.

I smiled and kissed him once more.

“Ok baby girl, let’s get started”.

anonymous asked:

6 and 21 pretty please also your a beautiful human and your writing is fantastic!

6. “You make every day worth living.”

Glinda swallowed hard and looked at herself in the mirror. She pressed her hands to the silky fabric covering her stomach. She almost reached up and touched her face or her hair, but she stopped herself. Good thing, too, because Crope had stepped into view, ready to scold her for it.

“I think I’m ready,” she said quietly.

“I could have told you that,” said Crope with a smile. “You’re the most gorgeous bride I’ve ever seen.”

Glinda almost smiled. “Have you really seen that many brides?”

“Fair. Though Tibbett almost wore a dress to our wedding.”

“What stopped him?”

“He couldn’t find the perfect pair of shoes to match.”

This time Glinda did laugh. A little. Crope came up to her and grabbed her hand.

“Why am I so nervous?” she asked in a whisper. “This is what I want.”

“Exactly. So you think it has to be perfect, or else it’ll be your fault.”

“I shouldn’t have made her do this.”

Crope squeezed her fingers. “She’s fine. More than fine. Getting to see you like this? She’ll be delighted. And, secretly, me and Tibbs think she loves her suit.”

Glinda smiled again. “She’d do anything for me. Sometimes, I just…I’m afraid I abuse that.”

“Well, I’m not the Elphaba expert here,” said Crope gently. “That would be you. But from my experience, she doesn’t let you abuse it. She does anything for you because it makes her happy, too.”

Glinda looked down at her feet. Her nails were painted a pinkish gold. She wiggled them. “If I tell you a secret, do you promise not to tell anyone but Tibbett?”

“You know me so well.”

“We’re already married.”

Crope jumped–she felt the jolt go through his hand into hers. She squeezed his fingers and looked over.

“I was…not expecting that one,” he said. Then he laughed. “Of course you are, though. I should have known. How long?”

“We went to the courthouse last weekend.”

Elphaba had wanted something private, some place where they could make it their own. So they’d called Boq to be a witness and swore him into secrecy, at least until after the public ceremony. And that night when they’d gotten home–

“Do I get to carry you in bridal style?” Elphaba asked, pulling the keys from the ignition.

“Funny, I was about to ask the same thing.”

Elphaba snorted. “You’re cute.”

“Is that why you married me?”

They grinned at each other, wide and giddy. Then Elphaba opened her door.

“Stay there.”

Glinda waited, watching Elphaba cross around the front of the car to her door. She opened it, grabbed Glinda’s purse from her feet, then offered her hand. Glinda took it and let herself be helped to her feet. Elphaba reached around her to lock and close the door. Then, without any warning, Glinda was being lifted off her feet, cradled in Elphaba’s arms. She squealed and clung to Elphaba’s neck as she hurried across the yard and to the front door.

“If you drop me trying to unlock this door,” Glinda warned. Elphaba grinned, then leaned down to kiss her cheek. She heard the lock shift.

“Don’t worry,” she said, pushing it open and carrying Glinda inside. “I just vowed to take care of you forever, remember?”

“I don’t recall you saying any vows,” Glinda teased.

“You’re right. It was too public. Boq might have heard me pouring my heart out.”

“Pouring your heart out?”

Elphaba lowered Glinda to her feet, then took her hands. She brought them up to her lips, kissed Glinda’s knuckles, then held them to her chest.

“If I say this,” she started, looking into Glinda’s eyes. “You have to promise not to make fun of me until I’m finished, okay?”


“Glinda Arduenna, I am so in love with you. I have learned from you and shared with you, and I want to continue to do so for the rest of our lives. You’ve shared your soul with me and helped me believe in mine. You make every day worth living. Today, and every day for as long as we live, I am devoted to you. I will cherish you, and protect you, and adore you, because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you, Glinda.”

Glinda was crying. Elphaba took the handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the tears away, kissing each cheek as she did so. “Please don’t cry. That wasn’t the intended effect here.”

“Oh, Elphie. And people think I’m the hopeless romantic.”

“It’s a side reserved only for you.”

Glinda brought her hands to Elphaba’s face, holding her close. “There’s no way you’re saying that at the ceremony, right?”

“Right. I will be saying the pre-written vows, because for some reason our families needs us to be married before a god we don’t believe in.”

Glinda smiled. “Good. I…I…” She swallowed. “Words can’t–damn you, Elphaba, you’ve made me a mess, and now I have no way to tell you how much I love you.”

“Well, there are other, unspoken ways,” Elphaba said, taking her hands again and leading her through the living room toward their bedroom. “And we did just get married.”

“This will be easier to get off than a wedding dress,” Glinda offered.

“Very true. Really, I’m not sure what else we’re supposed to do.”

Glinda stopped her, jumping into her arms and kissing her hard. Elphaba whimpered into it, and Glinda stroked her cheek and ran her fingers through her hair.

“I love you,” she whispered when they parted. “Forever and ever and ever. You are the only thing I need.”

Elphaba grinned. “The only thing? What about food?”


“And water?”


“Shelter? Warmth? Clothes?”

“Screw clothes,” Glinda said, undoing the top button of Elphaba’s shirt. “You, you, and you.”

“Well, then.” Elphaba started walking again, carrying Glinda to the bedroom. “Who am I to argue?”