Up, up and away, away from me
Well, it’s all right, you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy
Or anything

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i just want to say to fic readers that big long rambly comments on fics, where you say the things you loved about it and sometimes get capslocky and squeal and use exclamation points and quote parts and praise the smut or the characterizations or the world building or the chemistry or all of the above, comments like that are fucking incredible and every fic author loves you, thank you

Malec Fic Recs

Here are just a few of my favorite fics that I’ve saved links to and I thought I’d share some of them with you guys. These range all the way from major fluff to extreme angst so your bound to find at least one that suits you needs. I always love talking fanfic with people so if you find enjoyment from any of these recs I’d love to talk about them with you! I’m constantly shoving these down my poor friends throat because I’m desperate to talk about it so yea, message me if you want and feel free to leave your own recommendations below, I’m always in search of some juicy malec <3

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Bright White Noise - aroceu - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Zacharias Smith/Blaise Zabini
Characters: Zacharias Smith, Blaise Zabini, Hannah Abbott, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Filius Flitwick, Minerva McGonagall, Aurora Sinistra, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson
Additional Tags: Post - Deathly Hallows

Blaise pursues Zacharias, Zacharias makes no move to stop him. Thus, lots of snogging, shagging, and awkward conversations occur.

The Rising of the Herbert Moon

Herbert Moon was having a typical day. He didn’t really like foreigners, and the band Foreigner wasn’t even invented yet, so it’s not like he could hum “A Girl Like You” either. He was in the middle of being xenophobic for the 8th time today. It was his only respite from being old. Then, as if out of nowhere, a young man came in. He was wearing a bandana and a U.S. Marshal uniform. “I need some Fire Bottles,” said the strange man. “All our goods are American made!” replied Herbert Moon. The man bought 5 fire bottles, as that was all Herbert Moon had in stock. He promptly left, saying, “That’s as good as a deal as you’re gonna get!”. No less than 5 minutes later, Herbert heard a large explosion, followed by people screaming. A simple look out the window revealed at least 12 prostitutes on fire. Herbert Moon knew this was serious business. He took a few seconds to breathe, looked out towards the horizon, and ran as fast as he could, screaming, “I’M HERBERT MOON. HERBERT ”. His plan to lay low wasn’t successful. The strange young man was standing at the broken doors of the saloon, having a shootout with some folks in top hats. “LANDON RICKETTS!” shouted the young man. “DON’T LET HERBERT MOON DIE!” shouted Herbert Moon. The young man seemed entranced by the Herbert Moon warcry. He switched quickly from his revolver to his lasso, and roped Herbert Moon by the feet. “LET ME GO!” exclaimed Herbert Moon. “Wow, you’re a heavy one” said the young man, as he hoisted Herbert Moon onto his shoulder. Herbert Moon didn’t know what to expect. For the next two hours, the townsfolk seemed not to notice as the young man fireman-carried Herbert Moon around and repeatedly used his legs to hit people in the face. “HERBERT MOON’D”, and, “GET OUTTA MY WAY”, the young man would cry. “I’M NOT A CHILI-EATER”, Herbert Moon would yell in hopeful attempts to confuse the man into letting him go. A few more hours passed, and the man still persisted in his Herbert Moon carrying. Now, the young man was waiting patiently at the train platform. “Look, Herbert Moon,” the young man said, “The train is coming!” Herbert Moon could not see the train, as he was facing the young man’s back and the ground. As the train rolled into place, the young man stepped onto it. Noone getting off seemed to notice Herbert Moon half-sticking out the train window. Herbert Moon wondered if he would ever see home again. The young man paced back and forth on the train, always with Herbert Moon on his shoulder. Herbert Moon had picked up from the young man that his name was “Jack”. “Isn’t the scenery nice, Herbert Moon?” the young man would ask. “I HEARD JOHN MARSTON WAS A SPY FOR THE JEWS” Herbert Moon would reply. This seemed to displease Jack. Jack walked out between the cars on the train, and accidentally fell off. Herbert Moon rolled and rolled. “GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHK” exclaimed the young man. Herbert Moon did not say anything. He lay there and half-wished he was dead. All Herbert Moon wanted was to stand in his store and be a xenophobe. “I HOPE I DIDN’T KILL HERBERT MOON” Herbert Moon heard the young man yell. This warmed Herbert Moon’s old heart. Only a little, though. The young man ran over, saw that Herbert Moon was in fact alive, and picked him up again. The train disappeared into the distance. The young man whistled, and started running. Herbert Moon did not know what was going to happen. Then, a white steed appeared. The young man carefully lifted Herbert Moon and placed him on the horses rump. Then they were off! “We are going on vacation!” the young man told Herbert Moon. “DO I LOOK LIKE A CORRAL BARREL? UNTIE ME!” Herbert Moon yelled at an unconcerned passerby. The young man would occasionally shoot the people who rode past. This concerned Herbert Moon, because he didn’t know if they were foreigners or not. Herbert Moon disliked foreigners. As the sun was setting, Herbert Moon noticed a change in the humidity. He smelled the ocean. He smelled tacos. “LOOK!” the young man said with a boisterous tone, “IT’S THE SAN LUIS RIVER!” Herbert Moon was hanging over the side of the bridge that seperated Mexico from the United States. Herbert Moon disliked foreign lands. Herbert Moon was very frightened. The horse seemed to ride on forever. Occasionally it would jump. This made Herbert Moon feel queasy. The young man would yell obscenities sometimes. “WARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYADANAG” at some times. “LESSGO LAYYYYYYYYYYSGO” at others. “BASTARD BASTARD!” even once. Once, wolves ran up to the horses legs. This terrified Herbert Moon. But fortunately, the young man shot the wolves before any damage was done to Herbert Moon. “DON’T LET HERBERT MOON DIE”, Herbert Moon would yell in dangerous situations. More hours passed. Eventually, the horse slowed, and finally, it stopped. The sun was almost set. “WE’RE HERE!” yelled the young man. The young man took Herbert Moon into a small room with a mexican prostitute. He accidentally placed Herbert Moon’s head under an armoire. He lifted Herbert Moon and moved him to the front of the room. He crouched down and fiddled with the ropes that bound Herbert Moon. Nothing happened. “I’ve been thinking about getting me a woman… or a washing machine,” Herbert Moon said. The man later took Herbert Moon outside. It was sunny again. The man shot the Mexican stagecoach driver. Herbert Moon didn’t mind. The man seemed confused as he walked around the stagecoach with Herbert. The man left the stagecoach unattended, walked near the railway, and placed Herbert Moon down. Then, without saying a word, the man cut Herbert Moon loose. Herbert Moon’s leg was in pain, but he ran as fast as he could towards anywhere. The young man followed slowly behind with his lasso out. Herbert Moon was terrified, but kept running. The young man stopped and looked away for a second to shoot a bird. Herbert Moon did the only thing he could think of and transformed instantly into a small cactus. Upon looking back, the young man cursed a curse so vulgar, it didn’t even make sense. He ran wildly, looking for Herbert Moon everwhere. Eventually the young man gave up, and threw his last fire bottle near Herbert Cactus Moon, but it did not hit him. The young man ran into the flames, screamed, rolled around, and then walked away, never to be seen again. At least not anytime soon, good for Herbert Moon. “HERBERT MOON ISN’T GONNA STAND FOR THIS SHIT ANYMORE”, sighed Herbert Cactus Moon. - by herbertmoonlover

Dating George Weasley Would Include:

Originally posted by nellaey

  • He stole your heart the first time he hexed a boy who made fun of you in first year
  • Gentler then his twin, he makes you laugh and loves to read to you when you’re sad
  • He is incredible at reading your facial expressions, and always knows what to do
  • “Bad day love? Did someone hurt you, I’ll turn their dorm into a swamp”
  • You always encourage his pranks and hi jinks, just because it’s a little destructive, doesn’t mean he isn’t good at it, the boy is a downright genius.
  • You love sneaking up to the astronomy tower to get a little alone time together
  • He is the best big spoon, his entire body can wrap you up whole
  • You never quite completely escape the pranks, there;s always a few thrown in there for you. Although they are usual harmless, like the kissing junks he pulled last valentines day where random kisses would come out of nowhere and catch you off guard.
  • “I really hope those were your lips all day, and I gotta say I miss the real thing”
  • “Awe c’mere love, I’m never too far away”
  • The teachers had to split the two of you up in class after causing disturbances. It wasn’t your fault he cracked the funniest jokes in class
  • He still sends you notes from across the room when the teachers’ backs are turned
  • He is a big ol teddy bear half of the time and loves nuzzling his head into your lap
  • He likes being read to, as an alternative to reading
  • “Everything just sounds better in your voice love”
  • “George I’ve practically read this entire text book to you”
  • “Please…”
  • “…Okay”
  • You couldn’t say no to that face and those little freckles and dimples
  • He can be entirely too romantic sometimes, like the time he took over the Quidditch pitch to fly you around on your birthday.
  • “You’re too good to me”
  • “I’m the one getting the better end of this relationship darling”

anonymous asked:

What is KIC?

Kings in Couture, also known as the best Yuri!!! on Ice fanfiction ever written (fact), is a WIP Devil Wears Prada AU written by Tumblr user @forovnix and ao3 user slightlied. Here is the summary for Kings in Couture:

“Okay, okay. Ready.” Yuuri starts scribbling as the voice on the other end, someone from the Style and Trends department, relays instructions. “Sorry, can you please spell ‘Gabbana’?”

The person on the line promptly hangs up on him.

Awkwardly, he sets the phone back on the receiver. “Guess not.”

(source: Kings in Couture)

If you haven’t read Kings in Couture and cried over Kings in Couture, I ask you: what are you doing with your life? What are you doing right now? I guarantee that whatever you’re doing right now is not as good, productive, or worth it as reading Kings in Couture by Tumblr user @forovnix and ao3 user slightlied. This writer also has a fan-blog called @forovnix-daily

Features of this fic, Kings in Couture, include: The Jeans™, plot twists, good writing, lots of fashion references (some of which I understand and some of which are over my head because the author is e x p e r i e n c e d), The Jeans™, and, of course, The Jeans™. All of these features are, in fact, found, in Kings in Couture by @forovnix or slightlied.

(references: Kings in Couture, slightlied, @forovnix, @forovnix-daily)

So I went into tonight’s episode (sin-eater) with rock bottom expectation, expecting too much Susan Williams and not enough Felicity and to be bored by the rest.

Instead I got
1. Every moment with Felicity bring solid gold (with an awesome wardrobe)

2. Oliver lying to Susan

3. Felicity and Thea taking down Susan in a scene worthy of the best fanfiction ever!

4. Susan leaving ! (Wow she didn’t last long did she?)

5. Somehow Felicity taking down Susan and getting 0 blame in one of the cutest higher UST moments of the season

6. Thea being the best. Even if her parentage is showing a tad

7. Cutest girl power mask moment with Dinah and Felicity.

The plot wasn’t bad either, but that’s all I care about.

Until my Feet Bleed and my Heart Aches was honestly hands down the best Viktuuri fanfiction I have ever read and I cannot wait for @kazliin‘s next story which will be called Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts which gives us Viktor’s point of view through this all. If it is anything like UMFB&MHA, it will be one hell of a roller coaster ride of feels and emotions and I am totally on board for the long ass hull. 

@kazliin - thank you for one hell of a story for us Viktuuri and YOI fans. It has brought me to tears and made me laugh until my stomach hurts more than once. It also is such a great turn around to what their story could have been like in the sense of the turn around you gave at the very beginning. 

If you haven’t read the story yet and are a fan of Yuri!!! on Ice, HIGHLY suggest it. The whole story is brilliantly written and gives such great attention to detail that every YOI fan should read it. It has everything you could ask for - angst, smut, love, heartbreak, laughter, tears, emotions, the feels. It has it all. Also the soundtrack and the music she has found to fit around the whole storyline - wow. JUST GO AND INDULGE. 

Can’t wait for the Next Level!!!
The Downward Spiral Chapter 1: 01: Summer Vacation (Vol1), a rwby fanfic | FanFiction

Here’s the chapter that started it all.

The idea “What if Velvet joined the White Fang” that evolved over the eight months to took me to complete the story into something I’m honestly proud of and sad to say is over.

Thank you to everyone who has read this and enjoyed it thus far; getting messages telling me that “This is the best Fanfiction they’ve ever read” or they “Want Team GRAP to be animated and become part of canon” is more than I could ever have hoped for when I started this

Also a special thanks to @bionic-jedi for taking on the task of proof-reading all 118 chapters

best night ever

- ( harry x reader x simon )

request —
imagine where it’s Harry’s bday party and he’s drunk so he kisses you but your boyfriend Simon catches you two and becomes jealous so he brings you upstairs and “”“"smut”“”“! pls?

warning —
smut warning ! 4.8k+ words.

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OKAY, so this is my first time to EVER digitally draw something from a sketch, so I hope you guys like it! This was inspired from @geek-fashionista’s​ Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction series, Lucky Us, and let me tell you, it is the BEST MLB fanfiction you will ever read. This is Marinette in her ensemble she wears for the contest.