ask burrows

okay but LOOK so basically voldemort asked to burrow kreacher because he needed help and regulus was like “(◕‿◕✿) sure sir!” thinking that regulus would be fine bc voldemort wouldn’t mistreat him, right? obviously or else regulus wouldn’t have been loyal to him

then a while later kreacher shows up and he tells regulus that voldemort left him to die in a cave and regulus literally is like “(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻”

then he instantly decides to turn his back on voldemort because he mistreated a HOUSE ELF so he goes and does some research and finally comes to the realisation that following voldemort isn’t the right choice and that voldemort is a fucking asshole

so he goes to the cave and instead of asking kreacher to drink it since he was able to survive before and was able to apparate back home, he drinks it all by himself and gives the horocrux to kreacher and asks him to destroy it and

regulus died because he didn’t want to harm kreacher

regulus turned his back against voldemort because he harmed kreacher

regulus discovered the horocruxes decades before dumbledore did and replaced one with a fake one and a dramatic letter and he just is so fucking amazing
but everyone fucking stans a greasy piece of shit and i’m DONE.

A Secret Affair

Prompt:  What started out as something tedious and inconvenient turns into a force nothing can tear down. 

Pairing: Kylo Ren X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual content and mentions of violence

A/N: This was inspired by this set of headcannons written by the amazing @obiwannacorncobkenobi, go follower her if you love Star Wars! 

Originally posted by reylo-musings

“What the hell is this?!”

And just like that all of the excitment of the sensual moment had depleted and been replaced with negative adrenaline and the utmost embarrassment.

“On my base?! This is an outrage!”

Every possible outcome raced through your mind as Kylo Ren carefully lead your legs off of his waist, freeing you from your previous position between his body and the wall. Your bare feet touched the cool concrete on the floor and you shivered. You were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were completely naked.

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anonymous asked:

Can we get a blurb on where you and harry have been dating for several months and you've always admired his cross necklace and he gives it to you for safe keeping while he is touring? can it be cute/smutty? please? :D x

The Necklace

“Why are you so fascinated with it?” he asks, gazing at your fingers caressing his cross necklace.

You glance at where your fingers are holding the necklace as you’re nestled against him in bed. The last hour was magnificent as he brought you to the brink again and again until you both finally tumbled over the end into oblivion. Now you’re simply enjoying the company of each other as Harry grazes his fingers over your shoulder.

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anonymous asked:

i can't get over how amazing wentworth miller's acting was last night. the way michael was still taking those sharp breaths even after he stood up like you do after you've been crying hard and it takes a while to calm down was something that i feel like i don't see a lot on tv and it was just such an amazing detail in his acting like holy shit.

I cannot agree with you more. I need to rewatch episode 5x05 again to appreciate the details better ‘though. I think Dominic Purcell’s acting owned episode 5.01 and Wentworth Miller’s acting during this episode (5x05) is brutal and amazing. Wait until Michael and Sara reunite, because Sarah Wayne Callies is gonna rock it. I am telling you. 

connorwing  asked:

If Toriel's been locked in the Ruins, then how does she know that the children she let loose died?

(undertale spoilers)

While the door is locked, communication is possible. Napstablook visits the Ruins, the door is thin enough that two can communicate when it’s closed, and the spiders in the Ruins communicate with Muffet via telegram. It’s possible Toriel may ask burrowing or ghost monsters for information, or use a system similar to the to the spider telegrams to learn what has happened outside the Ruins. A human soul being collected would probably make big news in the Underground, so this information may spread quickly to the Ruins via TV or the Undernet. 

There is also the possibility that Toriel gives a phone to every human who falls. While Frisk cannot call Toriel after they defeat Toriel, it’s not because of a faulty signal. Toriel chooses not to answer.

» read more: the dog didn’t steal her phone at this point

It’s possible she refuses to speak to Frisk to keep her resolve of letting them go. Regardless, this opens the possibility that Toriel was able to keep in contact with the other humans who traveled through the underground. If she no longer hears from them but Asgore is still king, then Toriel would know that the children have died.

Your Chariot Awaits (II)

Part I.

Clarke kicked her heels off and looked up at the water tower while Bellamy wheeled his bike into the bushes.  “You’re sure?” he asked, joining her and peering up.

“You chickening out on me, Blake?” she teased.

He swallowed and shook his head.  “Just waiting for you to start.”

Clarke busied herself twisting the skirt of her dress into a knot above her knee so it wouldn’t trip her up as she climbed.  “So you can climb up behind me and look up my dress?”

“I was thinking so I could keep you from falling and dying, but sure, I can go first if you want,” he said with a tiny wink.

“Oh, on second thought, yeah, I’m going first,” she said, and grabbed the rung to haul herself up.

Clarke had second thoughts once she was ten feet up, but Bellamy was on the ladder already and she didn’t want to bail, so she told herself not to look down and kept on going.  She reached the narrow ledge and slipped through the bars on the railing.  The wind tugged at her hair and she braced her hands on the railing.  A feeling of exuberance set in; Clarke wasn’t naturally a risk taker but this– this felt right.

Bellamy joined her and shrugged out of his jacket.  He draped it over her shoulders and looked out across the valley.  It was warm and heavy, and made her stomach curl pleasantly. “It’s pretty up here,” he said.    

“Why me?” she asked, burrowing a little deeper into his jacket, and stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

“What?”  The wind ruffled his curls and he kept his eyes on the blanket of lights spread before them.

“We’ve never talked before.  Why me, and why tonight?”

“You complaining?” he asked, and she liked how his voice sounded when he was teasing her.  It was like there was years of friendship between the two of them, not just one night of reckless decisions.

“Just trying to figure you out,” she said lightly.

Bellamy shrugged and his gaze flickered towards her.  “You know who you are.  I like that.  So why’d you pick this place?”

Now it was her turn to shrug.  “I always wanted to climb this thing,” she said, and her pinky brushed against his.  Bellamy looked at their hands and didn’t move, so she turned to face him fully.  “Thanks for the jacket.  And the ride.  And— this,” she said, waving out at the open air.

“Anytime, princess,” he said, and straightened.  His eyes were dark, but the look in them was unmistakeable.  Clarke reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, and just like on the dance floor, his eyes fluttered closed like he enjoyed her touch.  

So there, on top of the world, Clarke rolled up onto her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Bellamy inhaled sharply and then his hand came to curve around her jaw, his mouth opening under hers.  His other arm eased under his jacket and wrapped around her waist, pressing them together.  Wind whipped around them and Clarke tipped her head to the side to deepen the kiss.  His tongue brushed hers and Clarke made a soft noise at the back of her throat.

Bellamy looked a little dazed as he pulled back, and then dropped another kiss to the tip of her nose before he cleared his throat.  “When’s your curfew tonight, princess?” he asked, and Clarke hoped he never said her real name again, because when he said princess like that— rough and fond and just a little bit lost— something inside of her melted.

“I don’t have one,” she said with a grin.

Bellamy’s face split into a smile, broad and real.  “Then where to next?”

offended-goat  asked:

Hi! My birthday is April 3rd and I was wondering if I could get a best friends/ peeta is jealous Drabble please? Thank you so much lovelies.

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! The incredible @alliswell21 has written this perfect little bit of Everlark, just for you. Enjoy!


Fluff

A/N: Happy Birthday! Here is a fluffy Everlark growing-back-together story with just a touch of spice. Enjoy!!!

Canon compliant
Rated T
Fluff and Comfort

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It’s a rare evening, peaceful and quiet, Peeta and I sit on the porch watching the sun dip to sleep in the horizon, displaying the most beautiful array of colors either of us has seen in months.

“Look!” I whisper, “It’s your favorite color,” I point at the glorious arrange of oranges, yellows and pinks just in front of us.

Peeta smiles at the sky contentedly, softly. At peace. “I remember it clearly now,” he says with a pleased sigh. Then his sweet, blue eyes, turn to find mine, reaching my hand with his. “Thank you,”

“What for?” I ask confused.

“You gave me back part of my identity just by knowing something as simple as my favorite color, or how I tie my shoelaces.” He scoots closer to me on the stoop while intertwining our fingers more firmly. “You help me rediscover the real me every day. Thank you for not forgetting who I was, even when I did.” He kisses my knuckles.

“Well, you’ve help me stay sane, so I guess…” I fish in my head for the right words, but he smirks and answers,

“We’re even?”

I scowl causing him to chuckle.

“No,” I counter. “We make a good team. We are good for each other.”

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you keep on hitting, but i keep on swinging

Summary: Dan’s an asshole and Phil tries to convince himself Dan isn’t one.

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: lil mention of homophobia if u squint, some sexy times too

Word count: 8k

A/N: i started this fic back in june and i can’t believe i finally got around to finishing it dsjfd this is the longest i’ve written and it’s nothing great but pls appreciate it all the same sobs ;; i also tried going for a laidback style of writing but i realized it wasn’t me so i had to start all over again lmao. ok bye enjoy i guess? <3

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All My Idols Ch 14: Exposed

A few days later

“Hold on a minute!” Seungri stops in the doorway, making me run into him and GD into me. He turns around still staring down at his phone, “Noona says not to leave and to turn on the TV.” I look over my shoulder at my other oppas who just looked annoyed by this demand.

“Did she say what this is about?” I ask as GD pulls me back to the living room of his apartment, plopping down on the couch with me in his lap.

Seungri shakes his head as he grabs the remote off the coffee table and turns the TV on. He flips through a few channels stopping only when we all see a picture of Seungri and I getting out of his car on a gossip channel. Seungri drops the remote and the room goes silent, all our attention on the words coming out of the pretty reporters mouth.

“Though not much is known,” The reporter continues, “Fans are buzzing about this new girl who has been seen with not only Seungri of Big Bang but with all of the other members as well.” More pictures of me with the other members flash on screen, mostly of us in parking lots or restaurants. GD’s grip around my waist tightens as I look to him, anxiety of what is to come.

“What now Oppa?” I ask as I burrow myself into his chest.

“We have to wait till Noona gets here to decide what we should do.”

“Am I going to get you guys in trouble?” I ask nervously.

GD smiles sweetly at me, “Don’t worry love, no one is getting in trouble.”

Suddenly the door busts open and Unni barges in, “She is in a whole lot of trouble.” I tense at her words, worrying how furious she must be with me but the apologetic look in her eyes tells me I’m not in trouble with her. “They are finding you in more and more pictures with other groups and the fans are all freaking out.”

I can’t help but ask, “Are they mad freaking out or curious freaking out?”

“I’m not sure yet, I’m hoping your magic persuasion potion will work on them too.”

“So are you going to take her public?” Daesung ask, worry obvious is his eyes.

“What do you mean public? She isn’t an idol,” Top snaps, he pauses for a minute as he tries to control his anger, something I’ve never seen. “Can’t we just ignore this? Charlie does not need to become some scandal.”

“It’s not that easy,” Unni says calmly, trying her best to keep everyone from freaking out. I look around at everyone’s angry or irritated face, feeling guilty for causing this trouble. I stand up and bow deeply, unable to ignore the tight feeling in my chest.

“I’m really sorry!” I say in a small voice, still staring at the ground. “I didn’t mean to be a bother. Please don’t be mad at me.”

Youngbae comes over to me and hugs me tight, “We aren’t mad at you. Don’t you ever think that,” He leans back as he scolds me like a father.

“He’s right, little one,” Top pulls me down to where he is sitting on the other couch. “We would never be mad at you. This is not your fault, it is ours for not being able to protect you properly. Now the media is going to make a giant mess of things. We should be the ones that are sorry.”

“We should be asking you this,” Unni sits on the other side of me. “Do you want to go public, or do you want to ignore it like Top says?”

“I don’t know, I trust you Unni, this is your field, whatever you think is best.”

She takes a deep breath as she thinks it over, scanning each man’s face before saying, “I think you should go public.”

“What?” The five men pop up out of their seats and glare down at their noona.

“Will you calm down?” She snaps at them.

“Noona, you can’t be serious,” GD nearly growls.

“You guys,” I say firmly, “I want to hear why she thinks that, so could you please calm down?” They all huff and grumble but settle back down in their seats.

“I think you should go public because it will snip their curiosity in the butt. If we continue to hide you, they aren’t going to just give up, they’re going to keep digging and digging until they find you. Also,” She looks to the boys, “if she were to become public you wouldn’t have to sneak around with each other anymore. You could post pictures of her, talk about her in interviews. No more having to go to the same private restaurants, you could go anywhere you wanted together.”

Top scoffs, “Charlie will also become a target of fan hate. She won’t be able to walk out in public without being mobbed. How do you not understand that her going public means her becoming like us, trapped in our apartments or venues?”

“Hyung I think you’re exaggerating, plus you’re scaring Charlie,” Seungri reaches around Top to place a hand on my thigh.

“She has the right to know what is going to happen,” Top snaps back.

“You could say it in a nicer way at least, this is a lot to deal with,” The two glare at each other.

“He’s right,” I say bringing everyone’s attention to me. “But I’m still going to trust Unni on this, I’ll go public.”

Youngbae strokes my cheek, “Are you sure you’re ready to be  stuck like us?”

I smile softly at him, “If I’m stuck with you guys, I don’t see a problem.” Though he won’t admit it, Top smiles at my words.

“But what about the fans?” Daesung reminds us.

“I was thinking if you guys stand up for her, she should be good, at least when it comes to VIPS.” Unni suggests as she looks to her phone and begins quickly typing an email.

“What about YG Ahjusshi, is he going to be mad about all this?” I ask looking to her anxiously.

“As soon as he found out he suggested that the boys back you up. In fact, the whole company,” She smiles at me.

I can’t hide my shock, “Really? Why?”

“Do you really think Ikon, your first knights, would let anything happen to you? And 2ne1? And YG himself? You’re the princess Charlie, they are just doing what knights are supposed to do.” I can’t help but be warmed by her words, my blush spreading across my face.

“What about all of her other knights?” GD pops up from his seat. “If we can get all of her knights together to basically say, ‘this is Charlie, she’s our friend, leave her the fuck alone or else.’ But more appropriate of course.”

“I like that,” Top chuckles, “I’m good with everyone saying, ‘leave her the fuck alone or else.’”

Unni nods, thinking it over, a smile spreads across her face, “Something like that might actually work.”

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One week Later

“Are they sure this is going to work?” I nibble on my bottom lip as staff buzzes past me. Daesung hold on my hand tightens as he brings my small hand up to kiss the back of it, before giving me his amazing smile.

“Whether or not the fans like you, we all still love you very much,” He pulls me into a hug, placing a small kiss on the top of my head.

“I love you too Oppa,” I kiss his cheek, earning a large smile from the man.

Seungri comes and joins us back stage of the ‘special festival’ planned by manager Unni a lots of other people for my ‘coming out’ party. After all the people perform I’m supposed to go on stage and introduce myself with my oppas behind me. This is without a doubt the most nerve-wracking moment of my life.

“Are you ready to become famous?” Seungri teases as he also kisses my head.

“I don’t know how me being friends with you guys makes me famous but I guess so.”

The oldest three join us, all doing the same thing by kissing the top of my head like brothers or fathers. Top hugs  me tight before leaning away, still holding me with a small frown, “I’m really sorry you have to go through all of this Charlie. It’s all my fault.”

Without hesitation I wave his apology away, “Seunghyun Oppa, I don’t have a single regret after meeting you. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I love my life more than ever since you guys came into it. You are all the most amazing friends a person can ask for.”

“Aw,” GD coos as he basically rips me away from Top. “Our Charlie is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and will ever see.”

“Ya!” Unni pulls me away from the boys, earning non-threating glares. “You guys can have your moment later, right now we have a massive crowd of girls, boys, and reports waiting to see what is so special that all the companies got together for.”

I begin nibbling on my lip again as Unni leads me into the dressing room areas, bringing me to one with a cut out of a crown where the group name should be. Realization creeps in as she basically throws me into the makeup chair with two other unnies already waiting.

“Unni,” I whine confused, “What is going on?”

“Well, we all wanted you to look extra beautiful for tonight so we got you a little something.” She grins as she grabs a dress bag off the couch. “After your hair and makeup.”

With that the two makeup unnies start their work. It doesn’t take long for them to give me perfect winged eyeliner and matte red lips. Unni pulls me out of my chair and helps me into a bright red dress with a high neckline. The red lace is soft to the touch, the hem stopping just above my knee, making it just conservative enough. She hands me strappy black heels that I quickly put on. With the biggest smile I think she has ever had, she leads me to the full length mirror yelling, “Tadaa!”

I’m honestly surprised to see the girl in the mirror that is supposedly me. My normal mess of curls has been tamed into a beautiful milkmaid hair do with a few curls hanging free. My dress matches the bright shade of red of my lipstick perfectly. I have to admit, I kind of look like a princess with the slight poof of my dress. I turn to my unni, a massive smile on my face.

“Thank you so much for this Unni, you are absolutely amazing!” I wrap my arms around her and give her a massive hug.

“I should be thanking you, not only did I get an amazing dongseang but you made my life a lot easier, and those boys a lot more happy, so thank you our little princess.” We let each other go, still smiling like idiots. “Do you want to watch the performances? I have a private box ready for you so neither the people on stage nor the people in the crowd can see you.”

“Why can’t they see me?”

“I worked hard on this event, I want your grand entrance to amaze not only the crowd but also your whole army.” She grins.

“Let’s go,” I say as I let her drag me out of the room and through the maze of hallways. The private room give me a perfect view of the large stadium. With the only lights focused on the stage, the massive sea of light sticks looks like a galaxy. I stare in aw as group after group goes up and performs two or three songs until the last group starts performing and all of a sudden I remember what I’m doing here. Big bang steps on stage ready to perform bang bang bang, dressed up in their usual outfits or I guess in Youngbae’s case, dressed down.

Unni pulls me away from the window to go back down to the stage for me to go on. We sneak back, actually more like Unni would go a head and tell everyone to cover their eyes or move out of the way. She has me stand on one of the raising platforms blow the stage. Above I can hear big bang finishing Bae bae, after the crowd cheers, GD does his best to calm them down so he can speak.

“I bet you are all wondering what in the world this festival could be about,” GD yells into his mic, earning another cheer from the crowd. “I’ll tell you, but you all have to promise me that you will behave. So these are the rules, no booing, or yelling anything mean, or throwing anything. Understand?” Another cheer.

“You all have read the articles or seen the pictures of the dark skinned girl, correct?” Youngbae says this time. Less happy cheering. “Well that girl is a very good friend of ours. In fact she is not only our friend but also to many of your other oppas or unnies.”

Seungri takes his turn, “So we decided to hold this festival as a coming out party for you to meet her because she is not only our very dear friend, but she is our princess.” A blush spreads across my face.

“This is not only a coming out party though,” Daesung continues, “This is her official crowning as our princess.”

“So please,” Top finishes, “Welcome our princess Charlotte.”

Music Series: One by Ed Sheeran (Sequel to Crying On A Suitcase)

If you’ve been reading my imagines very long, you know I love Ed, not only as a singer, but even more so as a songwriter. His songs tell such wonderful stories, and when they have an extra punch of emotion…mmm. Good stuff.

Thank you for the request, Anon! This is a sequel to “Crying On a Suitcase”, as you all are good at asking me for sequels. I have a short list of imagines that have had sequel requests, but please let me know if you have one, too, in case I’ve missed any.

Here is my imagine for Ed Sheeran’s “One”. You can listen to it HERE on my Spotify playlist called ‘I Love You Long Time’. (The Live version is really good too if you’ve not heard it.) xo

Shelli

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He could remember the first Christmas he spent with the Weasleys–with her. It was as close to a real Christmas as he was going to get. The memory stuck with him, because it was the only Memory he had which helped him conjure a patronus. 

You’re Safe

Originally posted by spn-imagines-ig

Characters - Dean x Reader

Summary - Reader has an attempted break-in at her house and Dean is there to help make things okay.

Word Count - 1,085

Warnings - Language. Feelings of vulnerability, defencelessness, and fear associated with an (attempted) break-in.

A/N - So recently I had an attempted break-in while I was home alone. It’s a awful experience that makes you question your true safety, and I just had some feels that I needed to write out.


You sat on your couch, clutching onto your second hot mug of tea as you vaguely listened to the officer ask questions here and there. Full name, birthdate, so on and so forth. Every nerve felt numb to everything except the probably too-hot mug you held in your hands. Everything just felt numb- dull and far away, as if you were underwater.

You knew you were barely hanging on. You’d called Dean right after your neighbors had called the police, managing to sound coherent albeit detached. All you needed to say to convince him was ‘I need you’, and he was already on his way.

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