Growing Up German
  • Always getting a free slice of sausage at the butcher
  • Hearing stories where people violently died as bedtime stories
  • Closing your eyes when the Sandmännchen throws his sand so you don’t have to go to sleep
  • Making your own ice cream with Fruchtzwerge yoghurt
  • Benjamin Blümchen Cake
  • Singing a song about chinese people playing contrabass
  • “Fisher Fisher how deep is the water?”
  • “Don’t throw snowballs, one time a girl got a snowball with a stone in it in her eye and she went blind!”
  • “Charlie Chaplin went to Frankfurt…”
  • A depressed bread called Bernd
  • Knowing like 2 people who can pronound the English “th” properly
  • Humilating unathletic students in front of the whole school a.k.a. Bundesjugendspiele
  • “My grandma rides a motor bike in the hen house.”
  • Toggo Tour was like Coachella for German kids but you could never go cause they never came to your town
  • “cat toilet, cat toilet, yes that makes the cat happy”
  • “Space Taxi to the sky!”
  • “Now in every 7th egg!”
  • “Get [insert stupid ringtone here] in the Jamba Sparabo!”
  • Is it der, die or das Nutella?
  • Having friends in other states is difficult cause they’ve got school holidays when you’re still in school and vice versa
  • “Of course with the Mouse and the Elephant”
Auston Matthews - Mystery girl

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

featuring Patrik Laine (as a cute little brother)

A/N: This is definitely gonna have another part! 

Word count: 1,444


Being Patrik Laine’s older sister was amazing. He was really good brother, always taking care of you and vice versa, of course you needed to take care of your little brother. Making sure he ate healthy and many another things, what only annoying big sister does. And when he got drafted at second, you almost dragged him down to floor. You were proudest big sister in the world. Best moment in your life. Then he even took you to Winnipeg with him! Okay, he needed you to take care of his house and him. Even though he didn’t want to admit last one. Deep down you knew it. He didn’t need to tell you it.

Living in Winnipeg was like dream come true. Canada has always been interesting place and you’ve read lots of good things about it. But Winnipeg! It was perfect place to live. Patrik for sure knew that. What wouldn’t he knew? You both read each other like open book. Sometimes it was great thing but in the other hand, you really couldn’t keep anything from him. He always knew what was going in your life but you did too. 

Sadly your brother didn’t really like to party. Especially now that his girlfriend from Finland was in Winnipeg. That’s why you were in club alone. You liked to go clubbing but Patrik wasn’t really that kind of person. He liked quiet nights in home but you in the other hand loved to go out and meet new people. Of course you had to do that now, you were living in big city where you had like five friends. Thanks to Patrik. You had meet few people in the club but hadn’t really stayed in touch with them. But one of guys you had know through Patrik was Nikolaj Ehlers, one of your brother’s best friends.

And thanks to Nikolaj, you now knew best clubs in Winnipeg. When you got to know him, he took you to “night club tour by Nikolaj”. It was great night but Patrik didn’t really agree with that. You were absolutely smashed after your guys little nightlife tour. But kind brother that Patrik was, he actually took care of you when you were puking out everything you have ever ate in your entire life! He even made you breakfast. What a brother!

Now you were alone at one of your favorite clubs. You had talked with few people but always got lost from them at the dance floor. But you really didn’t mind about that because every time you found yourself ordering different drinks. You wanted taste everything that you didn’t taste in Finland. As far you were loving drinks in Canada, even though you missed some Finnish drinks. 

After waiting for a good ten minutes without service, you were getting frustrated with the situation. But suddenly bartender place drink in front of you, disappearing to service another customers. You didn’t even have time to ask about drink or who order it for you. You tried to watch people around you, thinking about who ordered fancy drink for you.

“Hello stranger”, you heard deep voice next to you. Turning around you saw one and only Auston Matthews next to you. How did you not notice that there were Leaf’s players in the club. Were you blind or what was wrong? You weren’t even thinking about that there might be any players in the club. Because; first, Jets’ players usually didn’t hangout at this club and second, Leaf’s has lost a game today against Jets. In your mind hockey players would stay at home or hotel if they lost. Not partying. And yes, that opinion was based on Nikolaj’s and Joel Armia’s actions. 

“Oh, you’re famous Auston Matthews”, you blurted out and soon after felt kind of embarrassed. Did you really start conservation with that? You tried to laugh it off and you heard Auston chuckle. Probably wasn’t first time when he heard that.

“Yes, that’s me. But is pretty girl doing alone here?”, he answered to me and I laughed. You needed to admit that he was hotter in person than in pictures or in television. He was actually really hot. At this point you didn’t even want to tell him that you were Patrik’s older sister. Why? You had only bad memories about it. People trying to date and hook up with you because of the name, not just you. Even though he was hockey player but still and right now you didn’t want to be just Patrik Laine’s sister. 

“Didn’t want to be at home. I knew I could get friends here”, you said to him. Suddenly you felt how he put hand against your lower back. It send tingles through your spine and you liked it. You even took step closer to him. Damn, he smelled nice. Like really nice. And his smile! Everything in him. Were you in heaven? What did you do in your previous life to get this?

“I see. Well then, I’m Auston and you are..”, he continued, even though at this point he knew that you knew who he was. You still laughed at him.

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you”, you played with him.

“Pretty name for pretty girl”. Oh, he was really flirty!

After talking hours with Auston, you were walking with him towards his hotel room. You were sure that you would regret this at morning. Patrik has told you not to hook up with any of the players. But rules are made to break, right? And right now you couldn’t really even think straight. You just walked with Auston, leaning on him little bit. Laughing at something stupid he has said.


You could swore that you haven’t had this bad hangover ever and waking up to phone beeping next you wasn’t nice either. It took couple seconds to understand that it was your phone that was blowing up from the amount of text messages you were getting. Yawning bit, you took your phone and looked who was texting you. Fuck, it was Patrik. Asking where you were and why didn’t you come home at night. There was even few texts from fellow Finn, Joel, telling how Patrik was losing his mind.

You took your time before texting to your brother. You watched Auston sleeping next to you, blanket on his hips, showing his muscular chest and abs. You lucky girl was all you could think. Then you snapped back to reality, thanks to Patrik. You avoided to answer him where you were but told him how you would be back soon. After texting and muting your phone, you turned to see Auston who was still sleeping. His mouth slightly open, little bit drool on his jaw. Still he looked hot with that messy dark hair. 

Wanting to tease him bit, you planted little kisses to his chest and soon he woke up to that. Smiling. He wiped around his mouth and jaw, laying on his back. He was piece of art. Really.

“Good morning. I hoped you would be here when I wake up”, he told you. His voice was so sexy. Morning voice. You could swore that you were dying in this spot because how sexy he was.

“Had to break that because I need to go. My brother is losing his mind ‘cause I didn’t go to home like I promised”, you told him and laughed. He placed kiss to your lips and nodded. Probably understood that because he had sisters too. Or that’s what you read about.

“Leave me at least your phone number?”, he asked, still laying on the bed. You nodded to him. 

After you were dressed you found piece of paper and a pen. Automatically you wrote your first and last names without thinking about it. No big deal, right? Then you wrote your number on the paper and left it on the table next to bed. You placed kiss on his lips and left the hotel room to go home to see your brother.

What took Auston by surprise was to see name (Y/N) Laine on the paper that you had left on his hotel room. Did he really hook up with Patrik Laine’s sister without knowing it? To someone else it wouldn’t sound bad but this would mean lots of trouble with Finnish player at the ice. That was last thing Auston wanted. But still he felt something, he was sad that you left. He would liked if you had stayed him couple hours more. He definitely would contact you even if Patrik didn’t like that. There was something in you that Auston really had liked. 

anonymous asked:

May I request cute headcanons for RFA+V if MC goes to another country to further studies and can get a little busy with classes and exams? Lots of fluff pLEASE (it can be LDR stuff or when MC returns etc or anything up to you precious) ❤️

Here ya go lovely, I tried to make it as fluffy as I could!!!


  • When you first told him you were going abroad he was heartbroken. He had finally found the love of his life and she had to leave? 
  • After a few days of letting it sink in though  he realized he was being a little selfish and started to help you prepare. Most of your “preparing” was just joking around and laughing, causing you to rush to get everything packed the night before. 
  • He was full on sobbing when he sent you off on your plane, to the point where bystanders were starting to get worried. You quickly explained to them that you were going to school abroad and they seemed to understand, minding their own business once again.
  • His next few weeks after that was spent constantly texting and skyping you, to the point where he was constantly getting in trouble during lectures for using his phone. As soon as you got settled into school though, you began to call less as your schedule got more hectic and homework was piling up. He was so worried you were drifting away from him he kept on blowing up your phone to make sure you still remembered him.
  • Of course you did, and you felt so bad but before you knew it it was midterms and you needed all the time studying as you could get. Thankfully, your distance wasn’t in vain, as you aced most of your classes. That night you called up Yoosung, explaining everything and showing him your grades.
  • He was so proud of you, but also a bit embarrassed that he was so worried over nothing. You assured him it was fine, that you should’ve told him what was going on, but he still felt guilty to distract you.
  • When you returned home a few months later he was practically jumping for joy as he waited, sprinting up to you as soon as he saw you exit the terminal. He ended up nearly knocking you down, but neither of you cared as you laughed and hugged.
  • When you got back home you were surprised to see he had an amazing dinner prepared for you consisting of all your favorite comfort foods. Afterwards you two cuddled on the couch, holding each other tightly as you relaxed, glad to see each other again.


  • At first he’s upset, even offering to go with you, but once you tell him it’s for school he encourages you to go. He never got the chance to go to college, so he’s not going to stop you.
  • He made sure that your last days before you left were extremely romantic so you could remember them while you were gone. Picnics, fancy dinners, dancing; anything you could think of. He also gave you his favorite shirt for you to wear when you got homesick, his cologne sprayed over the fabric. 
  • Finally when it was time to send you off he couldn’t keep it together, holding you tight as he cried and making you promise to skype him often.
  • And so you did… for the first few weeks. He noticed right away when you started calling him less and less and thought he did something wrong. About a month after you started getting distant he finally asked what was wrong, you explaining how much homework you were getting and how often you needed to study.
  • He ended up helping you study over skype, suggesting that for every one you got wrong you had to strip and vice versa. Of course you denied him, considering your roommate was two feet away from you. So instead he just used flashcards and even helped you with some of your more difficult and tedious homework.
  • You skyped him again the night you got your grades for midterms, showing him your straight A’s. He practically squealed he was so proud, taking a picture and sending it to the RFA chat.
  • He had an elaborate sign prepared for you when you got off the plane and he planned to be very suave and romantic, but he started sobbing when he saw you running up to him. He dropped the sign and lifted you up, spinning you around in a tight embrace.
  • That night he took you to all your favorite places, no matter how expensive. He wanted to treat you like the princess you were, showing you how much he loved and missed you. That night the two of you took a beautiful picture in front of the sunset, that picture soon being framed and hung up in your living room.


  • She knows she’s going to miss you like hell, but she also knows how important this is for you. Because of that she’s super helpful, helping you pack your things and prepare for the different culture abroad, sometimes randomly quizzing you about the etiquette and manners there.
  • When it came time for you to leave she was on overdrive making sure you had everything you needed. She even made you check through your bags multiple times just in case. 
  • Your parting was very sweet, a tight hug at the gate and multiple kisses. She managed to hold it all in until she got to the parking lot, where she burst into tears right as she unlocked her car.
  • You two talked on the phone every night, almost pretending like you were back in Rika’s apartment. It seemed completely normal and she felt as if you were still there with her. Unlike the others though, she understood why your calls were getting less and less frequent. She had been through the same thing when she was in college, barely speaking to anyone as she studied like crazy.
  • It was when you offhandedly mentioned how little you’ve been eating during one of your rare calls that she freaked out. She ended up sending you so many care packages that the post office knew her by name.
  • She was on the phone with you right as you got your grades, reading off perfect scores to her. She couldn’t contain the wide smile that graced her features when she heard, congratulating you over and over.
  • She thought she wasn’t going to get emotional picking you up, but she was so wrong. Halfway to the airport she felt herself begin to tear up from excitement, which turned into full on crying once she saw you. Dropping her bag, she held you as tight as she could, not letting go for a few minutes.
  • Closing down the shop for the day, she spent the rest of the night in with you. She made all your favorite sweets for you to enjoy as the two of you watched your favorite musical in your shared room. It was very sappy and romantic as you fed each other bites of various desserts (which soon turned into making out).


  • Let’s be honest, he really doesn’t want you to go. He would gladly have you stay in his penthouse and provide everything for you, but after a bit of arguing you got the point across that you really didn’t want to be just a housewife.
  • He bought you everything you needed and even more, including a first class plane ticket. You knew you were going to be living in comfort while at school. 
  • His goodbye seemed to be more of a “see you soon”, a chaste kiss on the lips and quick hug. It didn’t really set in for him that you were gone until days later when he called your name in the penthouse and got no response back.
  • He looked forward to the days you facetimed him the most, powering through the work he had that day so he could spend some extra time talking to you. He even got a brand new phone with a better screen so he could see you better.
  • He didn’t hesitate to fly over to your college when you began to get distant, paying you a surprise visit at your dorm. You answered the door a mess, your hair tied up and ratty, dark circles around your eyes, and a skinnier frame than when you had left. At the sight of him you launched yourself into his arms, giving him a suffocatingly tight hug. The week he spent with you was mostly helping you study and making sure you eat.
  • He was there in person when you got your midterm results, which were incredibly good. He took you out in celebration that night to the most expensive restaurant near your school.
  • He left a day after, only to return a few months later to fly you back after school ended. He insisted that you took his private jet, though you didn’t know he would be waiting for you on the plane once you boarded. You practically shrieked as you ran up to him, jumping into his arms. He laughed and spun you around, giving you a sweet kiss.
  • Instead of going straight home he flew you to Japan first, where he had reservations at the best restaurant in the country. You both got a private booth and enjoyed probably the best food you’ve ever eaten. Afterwards the two of you cuddled on the ride back to Korea, you falling asleep in his lap as he stroked your hair.


  • Seven would act super excited when you told him you were going abroad, but deep down he was devastated you were leaving. He didn’t want to stop you from achieving your dreams though, so he suppressed those feelings and was very supportive.
  • He kept on sneaking things with his face on it into your suitcase hoping you wouldn’t notice and accidentally take it with you. Unfortunately, you caught him every time and threw the item back at him, except for one. Right as you were about to leave he slipped a framed picture of the two of you into one of your bags, hoping you wouldn’t forget about him. 
  • He was overly dramatic at the gate, using his humor to hide how sad his was you were leaving. He never cried, though for the next few days after you left he was unusually silent.
  • He would often hack the school’s security cameras while he was on the phone with you, watching as you wandered down the halls or chilled in the lounge as you spoke. He found it endearing how you started to multitask as you talked with him, doing your homework while keeping up the conversation.
  • Though soon he started to notice how much larger your pile of homework was getting and decided to distance himself from you so you could focus. He still kept an eye on you through the cameras though, glad to see you diligently working away.
  • You called him the night your results came in, holding up your grade sheet to one of the cameras. All A’s and one B on your midterms. He was so happy for you, though a bit tempted to hack into the school system and change that B to an A.
  • Like Zen, he made a sign for you when he went to pick you up. But instead of it being elaborate and pretty, it was downright embarrassing. You didn’t care though, too happy to see him to be abashed, breaking into a sprint as soon as you saw that bright red hair. He followed suit, abandoning the sign and tackling you to the floor.
  • You both didn’t really do anything to special (except for an intense makeout session in his car) until later on that night, when he took you stargazing. He drove you out to a nice hill, laying down a blanket for the two of you to rest on. The night was clear as you watched the sky, cuddling under the stars.

  • V loves travelling and going abroad, so when you told him you were attending college in a different country he was all for it. Of course he’ll miss you, but above all he likes to see you happy and was ecstatic that you had the same interest as he did.
  • He ended up giving you a nice camera as a parting gift, making you promise to take as many pictures as you could while you were at school. When you got home he wanted to see them all, no matter how bad or trivial they were. 
  • As you were saying goodbye he hugged you close, not letting you go until he absolutely had to. He planted many kisses across your face and sent you off, wishing you luck. You both turned to go your opposite ways, him looking back to watch you board the plane, tears in his eyes.
  • He knew from the start you were probably going to get distant, considering how distant he got while he went abroad. So when your skype calls went from one a day to one a week he wasn’t surprised.
  • Even so, he made sure to text you often, reminding you how much he loved you and was rooting for you. Little messages like that often helped you power through your more difficult work, just knowing V believed in you.
  • You ended up taking picture of your midterm grades, sending it to him with a message saying how much he helped you do as well as you did. He nearly started crying when he read it.
  • He waited outside your gate patiently, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand. His face lit up when he saw you exit, feeling tears well up in the corners of his eyes. You ran up to him and he held you tightly, kissing your forehead and slightly lifting you off the ground.
  • When you returned to his apartment he had you put the memory card from the camera he gave you into his laptop, holding you as you showed him all the pictures you took. He listened with adoration as you rambled about all the stories behind each picture, laughing and smiling at all the memories you’ve made.

If you are nonbinary, you don’t have to identify as bisexual. Your gender doesn’t restrict your orientation, and vice versa. Of course you can be nonbinary and bisexual, but you in no way have to be. Being nonbinary doesn’t automatically mean you have to be attracted to more than one gender, or even any at all.

No matter your orientation, you are still nonbinary.


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Requested? | Jealous Josh imagine with rough smut like bruises and hickeys , the day after you two go to Cals apartment with the rest of the boys and Josh is being affectionate and clingy and then the boys notice the marks , and you all talk about sex ? Love you!
Warnings | smut !!!! fluff !!!!

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i’ve been really thinking all day about 2x15 of lucifer, and how much i loved it. it’s such a good episode and the thing is i truly feel every episode of lucifer is good but this episode really highlighted why i love the show so much. like, a lot of people say that the lucifer fandom is so calm and peaceful (which is, for the most part, true) but i really think that very much comes down to the fact that we have very little to ever be angry about. i’m not saying it’s perfect but we’re calm and peaceful cause it’s truly a good fucking show. and that’s. rare. these writers not only care about us as an audience, but they care about every single character and every single relationship on the show. every relationship gets attention and care and importance. every character is multi-faceted and developed.

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I Can Do Anything

Summary: It’s been nearly a year since Dan was diagnosed with early Parkinson’s disease, and he’s realized he couldn’t have made it without Phil’s help. (Sequel to I Walk The Line)

Warnings: Talk of Parkinson’s Disease

Word Count: 1170

A/N: Thanks to everyone who commented on I Walk the Line and so sorry for the wait, I’ve literally been so busy. I finally got my permit and driven a few times, which is literally so scary. Also, thanks to the anon who requested a part two for I Walk the Line. As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated.  *Side note: I totally thought I uploaded this but it uploaded to my main blog so that’s why it took longer*

   It had been almost a year since Dan had been diagnosed with early onset Parkinson’s Disease. He’d be lying if he said it hadn’t been hard adjusting. When he was first diagnosed, Phil would often find him in the lounge at three in the morning, just crying because of how much his life had changed. He was always tripping over nothing at all and his hands were constantly shaking. Phil can’t even recall the number of dishes that had been broken, whether from Dan’s lack of hand strength or from him throwing them in frustration when he failed at a seemingly simple task. Phil would deny it if he was ever asked but he secretly worried about whether their relationship could make it. Of course, he was always there for Dan, but during the early months, Dan would push him away and deny any help from his boyfriend. Phil was hurt, understandably so, but he knew Dan had his reasons, and Phil knew that he had to work through some things by himself.

  Eventually, Dan had started to accept his diagnosis. He started letting Phil help with different tasks and had stopped getting frustrated when he couldn’t do something. They had immediately started changing things around their flat to accommodate for risks involved with Parkinson’s. They had stocked up on plastic dishes to make sure their dish collection didn’t take any hits. One night while doing research, Phil had found a handle of a sort that could be installed in the shower, that way if Dan’s legs had given out beneath him while he was showering, he could catch himself. When Phil had mentioned this to him, Dan had initially told him he didn’t need it. “I can shower without something in there making sure I don’t accidentally fall and off myself, Phil.” Phil didn’t push the topic; he knew Dan would come around to the idea. And he had, of course. As soon as Dan realized that it would help, they ordered it.

  Not everything had changed, though. They still uploaded regularly, or at least, the same amount as before. If anything, Dan and Phil had become even closer as a couple, if that was even possible. Dan had always loved Phil, ever since they had met for the first time. But his love for Phil only grew stronger once he saw how supportive Phil was. He never got upset when Dan broke something, never showed the slightest hint of frustration when they were walking around town and Dan had to stop and rest because his legs had started to stiffen up. In fact, in the event of those situations, Phil would actually massage Dan’s legs, because even though Dan was too embarrassed to admit it, it really did help.

  It was because of the unwavering love and support that Phil had shown to Dan throughout everything that Dan decided that it was time to propose. He knew that, without a shadow of a doubt, Phil would always be there for him, and vice versa. Of course, he needed a little assistance coming up with a plan, and buying a ring without Phil suspecting anything. His assistance, in this case, was Louise. She, of course, had nearly cried when Dan had told her about his plan. She immediately had told Dan that she would help with anything that he needed. Her first job was to first go to the ring shop and send Dan pictures of the rings available. The first few she had sent Dan, he had rejected immediately upon seeing them. That was until she sent him the picture of a ring that Dan knew was the one. He had called her and told her to find out the price. It was expensive, but Phil was worth the moon and the stars to Dan, as cliche as it might be. Within the next week, Dan had purchased the ring and had Louise drop it off.

  Currently, Dan was in the bathroom of their flat, and he was freaking out. He decided that tonight was the night he was finally going to propose. He had gotten the ring a month ago, and finally worked through all the details. He didn’t make reservations at a fancy restaurant because he knew that wasn’t them.

  “Dan, are you alright in there? You’ve been in there for, like, fifteen minutes.” He heard Phil’s worried voice call from the lounge. Dan hadn’t even realized how long he had been in there for, and instead of answering, had just left the bathroom and walked to the lounge. When he got out, Phil was in the kitchen, his back towards Dan.

  Now’s as good of time as any, Dan thought to himself. He pulled the ring from his pocket and got down on one knee, waiting for Phil to turn around. When he finally did, he froze. He tried to speak, but he couldn’t, he could only manage to walk closer to Dan.

  “Phil, ever since we met at that train station, I knew you were the one, maybe even before then. And it was so crazy to me, it even still as times, how someone as perfect as you could have fallen in love with someone like me. I had so many problems, but you didn’t care; you never did. It’s because of you that I was able to overcome so many obstacles. When I was diagnosed with with Parkinson’s, you never made me feel like a burden. Even when I was frustrated with myself, you never showed any frustration towards me. You’ve helped me so goddamn much, Phil. And I don’t think you fully understand how much I truly appreciate it. I don’t know where I would be if I had never met you. You’ve changed my life in so many ways, and always for the better. So, Phil,” Dan paused to open the case holding the ring. It was at this time Dan had finally allowed himself to look at Phil, and at the tears that were slowly falling down his face; all happy ones, of course. “Would you please do me the greatest honor, and marry me?”  At this, Dan stood up and rubbed the tears falling down Phil’s cheek, anxiously awaiting an answer.

  “Of fucking course, you idiot.” Phil finally responded, his voice barely above a whisper, he was so in awe. Dan didn’t even tease him for the swear that slipped out of his mouth, he simply wrapped Phil in his arms and, he himself, had started to cry. He pulled away and grabbed Phil’s left hand, gently placing the ring on his third finger. Once the ring was on, Phil couldn’t stop himself from grabbing Dan’s face in his hands and kissing his boyfriend, no, his fiance, with everything he had. They had both been through so much in the last year, but they knew that they could overcome anything that the world could possibly throw at them, so long as they had each other by their side.

anonymous asked:

It's funny that that anon mentioned a Jenna/Michael swap because I actually (before I even saw this blog!) came up with a swap au of my own... it like switches all the four main boys with the girls so Jeremy=Christine, Michael=Jenna, Jake=Chloe, and Rich=Brooke and vice versa! And of course Christine's squip vaguely resembles former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton

((Coincidence? I THINK NOT))

South Park Headcanons -senior canons-

-Butters joins band in freshman year. He wasn’t even able to play a note his first month. Now? 4 years later and he’s the Drum Major.
-Clyde gets scouted as a male model and mentions it to EVERYONE BUT nOBODY CARES
-Kyle comes out as gay. No one is surprised.
-Kenny and Token’s band might as well be Twentyonepilots ok
-on Valentine’s Day Bebe goes all out for Wendy. Teddy bears, candy, chocolate, balloons. AND: She literally barges into a school assembly and asks Wendy to be her Valentine. Wendy feels bad because all she got Bebe was a box of chocolates.
-cartman gets a little bit more mature as highschool goes on (not too interesting but ey)
-token’s hair was a full on fro (he grew it out all of highschool) but one day he comes to school with it short and Craig probably screamed bc he secretly love the fro

(Drarry) Truth or Dare

Eighth year.

“Harry!” Hermione ran up to Harry out of breath as if she’d been running for a while.

“What is it, ‘Mione?” Harry looked up from what he was working on to properly look at Hermione.

“Dean. Seamus. Neville. Ronald. Everyone. Interhouse unity. Party. You. Come.” She panted. “You’d think… after a war… I’d be better at running… up and down staircases… in search of my friends.”

Harry chuckled and gathered his stuff up before standing. “Why don’t you explain while we go to the tower to put my stuff up, yeah?”

“Ok, Harry.” As they started down the corridor Hermione continued to explain. “Dean, Blaise, Luna, and Hannah are doing a party to promote unity amongst the houses. We were hoping you’d come.”

Harry smiled at his friend before nodding. “Sure, could be nice to have something to get my mind off things. I’ll come.”

Harry and Hermione arrived at the Gryffindor tower for Harry to drop off his stuff. They then walked to the Room of Requirement for the party.

For quite some time the party was dreadfully boring, as the only house willing to go up to any other house, was Hufflepuff. The Slytherins were on one side, glaring at the Gryffindors, and vice versa. Not including, of course, Blaise, Dean, and -rather reluctantly- Seamus. As for the Ravenclaws, well they were smart enough not to get caught up in the middle of the two houses’ rivalry.

It stayed like that until Seamus pulled out a bottle of Fire Whiskey. “Well this is rather dull, so let’s all get pissed!” You could tell he’d already had quite a bit himself, as his words were slurred and he seemed to be swaying.

Harry brightened up and emerged from the corner he had been hiding in. “Do I see Fire Whiskey?

Draco looked up at the mention of Fire Whiskey, he had only just begun to listen. "Someone has alcohol? And they haven’t already handed me a bottle? That hardly seems fair, if I’m stuck here with you gits, the least you could do is make sure I don’t remember it in the morning.” He got up and walked over to Seamus.

Seamus pointed to a cupboard to his left. “Get whatever you’d like, Drakey-Poo. The room has a nice selection. But, if you’re looking to forget the night, allow me to fix you a drink of my own creation.” Seamus bowed dramatically before giggling, still swaying.

“Can someone take away his alcohol? I feel that he may accidentally poison someone.” Malfoy looked at Seamus (who was now holding onto Draco sobbing because “Draco, you don’t understand, his eyes are so pretty. I’d take him right there on that table I would.” They still don’t know whose eyes he was talking about, but decided to leave it alone) with disgust.

Dean picked up Seamus, who immediately wrapped himself around Dean and smiled up at him. “Alright, Seamus. I think you’ve had enough for now.”

Seamus giggled at him. “I like it when you talk. I like your voice.” He squinted his eyes before giggling again. “This is fun.”

“Gosh Seamus, you aren’t a lightweight, but you barely had any of this Fire Whiskey. What did you do when you went to get this?” Dean looked worriedly at the drunk boy in his arms.

“I found a liquor store.” He slurred.


“And I drank it.” He howled with laughter. When no one understood he looked around with a grin. “It’s a reference. A muggle show my dad used to watch with me. It’s about gay angels and hunters and way too much sexual tension. But there’s also demons.” He giggled and looked back up at Dean. “You have the same name as one of the main characters.”

Malfoy raised his eyebrow at the pair before grabbing a bottle of brandy. “This is mine now.”

Seamus looked around and saw a forgotten bar on the opposite side of the room, he gasped. “Dean! Look! A bar. Ooh and it’s fully stocked. Who wants to do rainbow shots with me?”

“No!” Everyone yelled at the same time.

“Aww fine.” He sat down in a corner and pouted, but ended up talking to a moth and a spider.

Dean chuckled at his drunken friend before drinking his glass of vanilla vodka.

Harry is quite the lightweight. After two glasses of Fire Whiskey and a beer, he was already swaying and slurring as he spoke.

Draco was able to hold up a little longer but was soon sitting next to Harry on the ground (they had both fallen and didn’t feel like getting up) and complaining that Harry’s tie wasn’t straight and demanding to fix it. After he was allowed to fix it he just sat there and poked Harry repeatedly for a while.

Ron did his best to stay as sober as possible, as he didn’t want to do anything he’d later regret. But soon he was laying on a coffee table and babbling on about the meaning of life.

Hermione got a bit tipsy, but she should be fine for tomorrow.

Soon everyone else was just as intoxicated as Seamus. “Ooh guys. You know what’d be fun? A nice game of Truth Or Dare.” Pansy giggled and took the empty bottle of Fire Whiskey that Harry was currently cuddling away from him. She opened a drawer and found exactly what she needed, after all it is the Room of Requirement. Veritaserum. “Everyone take a nice swig of this. Make sure you tell the truth if you get a truth. Right so who wants to go first?”

“I’ll have a go.” Blaise took the bottle and spun it after everyone was seated in a circle. It landed on Seamus. “Seamus, truth or dare?”


“If that person with the pretty eyes you were going on about earlier is in this room, go and sit in his lap for the rest of the game.” Blaise smirked as Seamus got up.

“Okie dokie.” He walked over and sat down in Dean’s lap, causing the boy to blush furiously.

“I knew it.” Ginny muttered under her breath, barely audible to those around her.

Seamus spun the bottle and it landed on Harry. “Hi Harry!”

Harry hiccuped. “Hi Seamus.”

“Right so, truth or dare?” Seamus smiled wildly.

“Truth.” Even drunk Harry didn’t trust drunk Seamus.

“Right, so. Um. Oh I’ve wanted to know this for a while. Are you gay?” Everyone was silent as they awaited Harry’s answer.

“Yes.” Harry put his hand over his mouth, eyes wide before muttering to himself “Damn veritaserum.”

Harry was the only one to hear Hermione whisper, “I knew it.”

Seamus grinned at him before making Dean scooch closer to Harry and putting his arms around the both of them. “Yay. We can be gay buddies, the three of us. Forget the golden trio, let’s be the rainbow trio!”

“Oi! Who ever said I was gay?” Dean complained.

Seamus turned to look at him and smiled drunkenly. “That blush on your face when I plopped down in your lap, love.” He bumped noses with Dean before turning back to Harry. “Spin that bottle!”

Harry spun the bottle and it landed on Neville. “So. Neville. Truth? Or dare.”

Neville looked up and grinned. “Eh why not? Dare.”

Harry hummed as he thought. “Oh I know. I dare you, to make me pancakes.”

Draco scoffed and poked the raven-haired boy’s cheek. “That was really lame, Potter. Why pancakes?”

Harry shrugged and poked the taller boy’s nose. “I like pancakes. Don’t worry though, I’ll share.”

“You’d better.” Draco growled at Harry.

The game went on like that, until finally it was Hermione’s turn. She spun the bottle and it landed on Draco. “Ooh ok. Draco, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He grinned at her and she smirked.

“I know just what I’m gonna have you do.” She giggled and pointed at him. “I dare you, to have Harry sit in your lap for the remainder of the game.”

“Ok.” Draco shrugged and patted his lap, signaling the shorter boy to sit. “Come on Potter I don’t bite.”

Harry sat in Draco’s lap and as soon as he did, the silver haired Slytherin wrapped his arms around him. Harry yelped and turned his head to look up at Draco. “Malfoy, what are you doing?”

Draco rested his head on Harry’s shoulder and mumbled, “Making sure you don’t leave, of course.”

Harry smiled drunkenly and reached up to plant a kiss on the taller boy’s head. “I don’t plan on it, ferret.”

Draco looked up and grinned. He kissed Harry’s cheek. “Well that’s good, scarface.”

Harry leaned forward and kissed his nose. “Have a little more faith in me, you princely prat.”

Draco smirked and crashed his lips into Harry’s. “I shall certainly try my best, you charming Gryffindork.”

Hermione’s screams could be heard above all else. “Finally! My OTP got together! Pay up bitches!”

One of the things I’d die for in fan art, fanfiction, etc. is positive interaction between the Eldar and the Valar during the First Age and beyond in Aman. When I read the Silmarillion, it strikes me that both groups live in close symbiosis with each other. Like we see in the Darkening, things sometimes tend to go awfully wrong but I do genuinely think the relationship between the Eldar and Valar is often judged in too negative terms by the majority of this fandom. Throughout history both groups learned a great deal of each other imo. Certainly after the Darkening and the Exile of the Ñoldor I think the remaining Eldar leaned heavily on the Valar and vice versa. There was tension of course and relations were initially fraught with doubt and grief and suspicion on both sides but I do think that the Eldar and Valar worked hard on rebuilding that mutual trust. I just can’t see how an Aman severely divided between the Valar (and their allies) and the remaining Ñoldor would function, nor do I understand the appeal of such an idea.

…And maybe this is just me but I also don’t like the idea that the Eldar  (especially the Ñoldor) and the Valar would keep a peaceful yet detached distance from each other in Aman. Like both groups would only see each other once every few years/centuries/… and otherwise go about their separate lives. I see Aman as this big, beating organism in which everyone and everything is tightly knit together. Simply put, the Eldar and Valar have to interact to make it work. In other words, I want to see Finarfin, Ingwë, Manwë and Olwë as rulers of their respective people having passionate discussions about how to govern Aman post-Exile. I want to see Estë and Irmo exchanging knowledge with the healers amongst the Eldar on the best way to treat those Elves who return from the Halls of Mandos. I want to see fierce confrontations between the Eldar and Valar but I want to see them reconcile them as well. I want both groups to realise mistakes have been made and that they have to do better in the future. In short, I want Aman to be a joyful place; there’s too much misery everywhere else in the legendarium.  

anonymous asked:

34 and byun baekhyun please (lol this sounds like something he'd say)

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

Both you and Baekhyun had been so busy for the past few weeks that you didn’t have the time or energy to be remotely intimate with each other. When you had an off day, he was busy and vice-versa. Of course, you were only human and you did have needs and Baekhyun wasn’t any different.

You were frustrated and the sexual tension in the air was so thick you felt like you might suffocate under the pressure.

The work both of you had finally started to die down a bit, leaving you with a little extra time to relax. The two of you had already watched a movie together on the couch, forgetting about all the earlier stress that work had shoved onto of your shoulders and now it was silent.

Looking at Baekhyun, you gazed at certain parts of him, beginning to think about how they would feel against you. His lips, his tongue, his fingers… You shivered with the excitement that just maybe you would finally be able to get some sort of satisfaction tonight.

You were taken by surprise when you were pushed onto your back on the couch, Baekhyun on top of you with his lips ravishing yours. You let out a soft moan, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer as you felt his hands glide smoothly down your body.

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” Baekhyun said darkly after he pulled back from the kiss.

“Who needs the bed anyway, couch is good enough,” you breathed.

“That’s my girl,” he smirked, moving up onto his knees to quickly take his shirt off. “I don’t care where we are, I’ve waited too long for this.”

certain uncertain things

Fandom: Skam
Main Characters: Christoffer Schistad, Eva Kviig Mohn
Main Pairing: Eva Kviig Mohn x Christoffer Schistad
There are few things Christoffer Schistad is certain of.

(Or, even “Penetrator Chris” figures it out, eventually.)

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Christoffer Schistad has always been a little lost, a little out of his depth, even if he hardly ever shows it. He walks off-balance, but he’s learned to pass it off as swagger, and he owns it, like every other uncertain thing in his life. A boy made of bravado and a man half-made— what does that make him, really?

The world is too quiet and too sober at 4 a.m. He doesn’t like it.

Taking another swig of cheap beer, he drifts.

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anonymous asked:

soulmate plot, "your soul mate’s name is “tattooed” on your body", with Shinsou. added note: maybe imply the soulmates name isn't Japanese so he can't exactly tell where his soulmate is from, he just tries figuring out who they are from like googling the name but that doesn't help much either xD ohgawsh i hope this is okay

Shinsou’s aversion to people is relatable.

-[Admin Shingaraki]

Shinsou wasn’t a social person. Even if his soulmate wasn’t in a distant country far away and lived just a few blocks over he wouldn’t know. He got out, walked where and when he pleased, it was simple really. He should have found them by now. He glanced down at his wrist, the name scrawled along his skin burned into his memory. He expected the moment his eyes landed on the individual he’d know exactly who they were, and vice versa. Of course, it would’t be that simple. So despite his apathetic nature he took action in the little ways he could. Not much information could be gathered from a single name, but he searched regardless. Places of origin, original meaning, even years in which the name had been popular. Anything to pin down a scrap of new knowledge, some new way to track his mystery person down. At time’s he’d lightly brush the mark with his thumb, pressing on the discolored flesh that formed a name. (y/n). A silent mantra he chanted in his head. The one person in the world made for him, and who he was made for. 

Some days in a vain he’d sit in the train station despite his dislike of crowds, hoping that they’d pass by. He could feel the stares of strangers on him when he’d touch the name as he daydreamed. he’d quickly pull his arm to his chest hiding it away from prying eyes. The mark was a place holder, a promise of a happy future and the very idea of people watching him, judging him for the love he was prepared to give made his skin crawl and his distaste for people to grow. He exhaled, holding his wrist and covering the name. A voice announced over the station’s intercom the arrival of a late train. He watched with little interest as people exited the train in droves. Without thinking he walked over to where family and friends were greeting the people who just arrived. He stuck out, his tall frame and messy hair distinguishing him quite easily from group. Despite that, he relished in the moment, pretending, imagining. It wouldn’t be impossible would it, for you to step out of the train? The group had begun to disperse, and he was being watched by a security guard warily. Annoyance bloomed into agitation. He was done for today, it was time to retreat home. He turned on his heel quickly, proceeding to smash into someone rushing by. His fists clenched opening his mouth to say something, anything before he stopped, mouth still agape. You stood trying to gather the papers you dropped. You worked in the train station’s HR department, typically working in a back office, and of course the one day you had to be out playing messenger you had to collide head on with someone. Shinsou stared with wide eyes. The tank top you wore revealed the name scrawled neatly bellow your collarbone. ‘Shinsou’ He raised his arm and pulled back his sleeve to reveal his wrist.

“(y/n)” he murmured.

Draco Malfoy x reader // hidden feelings

You and *the* Draco Malfoy were inseparable. You did everything together and no one could tear you apart. You always sat together, walked together, waited for each other, etc. One didn’t go anywhere without the other one and vice versa. (Within reason of course) You guys were best friends except…more. You were always play fighting and flirting with each other. You had always felt a certain connection with Draco but you were very happy with the way things were going and didn’t want to ruin everything, so you kept your mouth shut.



A familiar voice shouted from outside your dorm room, waking you up from your sleep.

 "Wake upppppp!!" 

 You looked around your room noticing that no one else was still in bed. How long could you possibly have slept in? After about a minute you heard him try get you up again.


 You rolled your eyes knowing that he would not leave you alone until you got out of bed. You quickly got dressed, still hearing the constant yelling.


 "Merlin Draco I’m coming!!” You shouted back, whilst brushing your hair He had always called you kitten, you didn’t know why but you still liked it. No one else had a nickname for you. Same goes for how you’re the one person (apart from teachers and family) that calls Draco by his first name, everybody else seemed to call him Malfoy. You always wondered if it was weird that only you called him Draco, or if it was weird that everybody else didn’t. You pulled your hair into a messy bun and opened the door of your dorm room to a smirking Draco. 

 "You took your time.“ He said casually You rolled your eyes again, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the Great Hall. 


 Later on that day you were sitting in the library trying to study while Draco tried to convince you to come to quidditch practise. 

 "Please kittennn.” He said with his puppy dog eyes. 

“I’ve been improving I want you to see.” You knew there was no way out of this so you closed your book and looked up at him. 

 "If I flunk my history of magic test because I didn’t get enough time to study I am blaming this on you Mr Malfoy.“ You said standing up and walking to the quidditch pitch. He chuckled and swung an arm around your shoulder. You guys chatted and laughed together until you reached the quidditch pitch where you departed ways as you went to go sit on the stands. You saw Draco fly up into the air looking for the golden snitch. He flew around the pitch, slowing down when he got to you to wink and wave then went back to the middle of the pitch. It was only then you noticed how handsome he was. His grey eyes, blonde hair, was a perfect combination and he was just the right height and build. No wonder Pansy Parkinson can’t control herself around him. 

 'Dracey! Pay attention to me! Dracey!’ You had imagined her saying in her head. Draco always ignored her though, his attention was always only on one person, that one person happened to be you. You were pulled out of your thoughts by a gasp from someone behind you and saw that Draco had fallen of his broom. Worried, you rushed down to the quidditch pitch where Draco lay. As you got closer to him your worry washed away as you saw that he was laughing, bringing a smile to your face. 

 "Oh my slytherin prince you gave me a fright!” You said as you approached Draco, imitating Pansy 

“I don’t know what i would’ve done without you!” you said putting a hand to your head and pretending to faint. (although not actually falling over)

“Shut it.” Draco said chuckling as you took his hand and pulled him up off the ground. 

“Seriously, though, you did give me a fright, i’m glad you’re okay, honestly i wouldn’t have been able to live without you.” You said as he pulled you into a hug, one of his hands on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back. You could hear him chuckle softly and hug you tighter making you cheeks heat up a bit. 

“It’s okay Y/N, i’m not going anywhere”


The next day you were sat across from Draco in Divination. Professor Trelawney was rambling on and on about something, but you weren’t listening, you were mucking around with Draco. He had just cracked a joke about Professor Trelawney that had sent you both into a fit of laughter. Especially you. 

“Do you ever shut up?” Pansy Parkinson asked rather angrily. It seemed like she said this to the both of you but you knew it was directed towards you. Pansy Parkinson had always had it out for you, you figured this was because you were so close with Draco that you never left his side. 

“Honestly if you were any closer to Draco i’d think you were obsessed with him.” She said with her nose in the air like she’d just humiliated me. Draco shifted his chair closer to me and let me rest my head on his shoulder while we both smirked,

“Obsessed? If anyone’s obsessed here it’s you. ‘Dracey, oh Dracey my love where are you?’” You said imitating her yet again, as Draco tried to hold in a little laugh. Pansy was glaring at you harder than ever now.

“Stop trying to hide it L/N.” she said 

“Hide what?” you replied 

“Oh please.” Lavender Brown butted in. “We’ve all seen the way you look at each other.” she said before Trelawney called for absolute silence.

You and Draco looked at each other, your cheeks going pink. 

You watched as Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and began to write something on it. When he was finished he slid the piece of paper in your direction and you read what it said. 

‘Can we talk after dinner?’ 

You looked up and him and nodded, giving him a small smile. He smiled back. 


Once you had Draco had finished eating, he ushered you to the outside of the hall where it was empty. 

“hey.” he said quietly, giving you a soft smile. you smiled back asking him a question. 

“What did you need to talk to me about?”

He looked down at his shoes and took a deep breath in before looking up at you and taking your hand in his. 

“From the moment i met you i though you were amazing, you’re beautiful, smart, funny, my best friend, and the sweetest person i know. I can never get you out of my mind Kitten and these past few years have been the best of my life. But it’s only now I’ve realised my true feelings. I…”

He trailed off, looking to the ground again, you gave his hand a small squeeze, making him look up at you and finish his sentence, whispering so quietly you could just hear him say,

“I think i’m in love with you Y/N.” 

Your breath hitched and your heart started beating faster as your mouth broke out into a grin. 

“I think i’m in love with you too, Draco.” You whispered back

He smiled wide as he cupped your face is his hands and kissed you passionately. You smiled into the kiss and he did the same, knowing that this was going to be the start of your happily ever after. <3


All rights and credit to J.K.Rowling you owns the Harry Potter series and characters. <3 <3

Smoke & Mirrors (Salem RP/Harry Potter AU)

Originally posted by dailyjuho

Summary: What happens when a couple of old friends decide to get high together? An exploration of magic. AU. Smut. 

(Warnings for: smut, drug use, mentions of alcohol, drunkenness, and promiscuity.)  

A/N: collaboration with @the-shinee-knight taken from an rp we did a while ago -Tanisha<3

Morning rose quickly and beautifully over the secluded mountains of Virginia. The grass of the suspended courtyard that hovered between Salem’s Institute for Young Witches and Magorium’s Institute for Magical Men was slick with fresh dew, chilly, with the slightest bit of fog rolling on the grounds. 

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My favorite thing that I love about jon Stewart is that he’s constantly popping in to check on all his late night children like

He was just on Larry’s show to tell him he loves him and not to feel bad about his show ending

He and Samantha Bee had the skit with the horse and Samantha says he’s been supportive and tells her when he really likes bits

He showed up for jessica Williams 2dope Queens bday

He has returned to the daily show to see Trevor, who has called him “papa”

John Oliver has nothing but praise for jon and vice versa

And of course the bromance to end bromances of he and Stephen Colbert and appearing on Stephen’s show several times - whether to trash trump or simply hug the hell outta each other

I love all my late night children and their dad

daveattenbruh  asked:

Why do so many people dislike Piper??? I've just finished the Mark of Athena and like???????? She's so sweet and brave?????

Because you see, my friend, Piper McLean dared to say that Percy is ‘unimpressive’ and ’Oh my God, Piper, how dare you to say that Percy Jackson is unimpressive

How dare you give your reasons why you don’t like Percy when every character should love him, oh god Piper.

Percy is really dismayed because you told him it’s 'unimpressive’

And also ignore the fact of how Piper sees, without knowing too much Annabeth or Percy, how these two are made for each other? And she totally supports them and believes that Percy is very good for Annabeth and vice versa, of course we ignore this.