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tidappreciationweek17: day 2 ♦ favorite ship

“Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.

I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.

And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.

You are not the last dream of my soul.

You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

With hope at least,
Will Herondale”

anonymous asked:

Reader is studying at the kitchen counter, wearing her big, black framed glasses and one of Kara's sleeping shirts. Kara can't help but find the sight of her girlfriend both adorable and sexy. "Mmm, you've been studying for ages, take a brake love" *cuddles neck* "I need to study Kara" *kisses and nips at neck* "mmm, I-I can do it later" reader jumps up in her arms, and they make out.

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I’m legitimately torn between running tonight (as I do every Tuesday) or letting my knee and shin rest (which seems to be the advice of every runner, running forum, and medical site). I don’t want to lose momentum and I love my group but I am still hurting from Saturday and 4 miles is a LONG way when you are hobbling. But…the weather is perfect, and I hate feeling like a quitter/slacker, and one of my former coaches (who is married to one of my current coaches) has been kind of judge-y with me lately and thinks this is all mental. I assure you, while I am indeed a nutjob, that this is not just in my head. 

Can someone make this decision for me? I’m tired of making decisions today. Thanks.

anonymous asked:

how the hell can you ship zuko and chibiusa that ship makes no sense at all

@moongrail and I developed their Relationship further through messages. I can assure you that we did not plan to ship it nor did we think to fall so deep into this ship that it could almost make us cry but here we are. Please, if you don’t like the content on my blog or the ships I have, just unfollow or black list because I will not stop writing this ship because it makes no sense ( and surely, it makes no sense ) but the story we build around it DOES and so it’s okay for me and Mia. 

I Love the idea of comforting cryptids . monsters who live under your bed to assure that nothing bad can fit under there because They’re there & there’s no more room . unspeakable eldritch horrors that follow you around just so they can tell you shitty puns . Mom Friend™ poltergeists who passive aggressively disrupt all your electronics when ur a lil shit who should be sleeping because “you have an exam in the morning!!” , but Also tag along on blind dates in case you suddenly need an out . sirens who work as lifeguards & sing so instead of panicking you can focus on your movements & breathe easier . forest ranger Bigfoot who patrols the woods in case anyone gets lost & needs a guide out . 

An Open Letter to America

Dear true America,

Fight back. He won. But it’s not over. It cannot be over with so much on the line. I know you want to give up. I know you want to lose all hope. I’m having an anxiety attack on my morning bus as I write this: so, what does this tell us? Does this tell us that giving up and losing hope is going to help us? We can’t afford it not to. I feel like I’m having a heart attack. I will not let it stay.

So fight back. Fight back with all you can. Fight back, and stay safe in the meantime. Don’t you think about hurting yourself over this. I assure you, it’s not the right choice, or even the helpful one. We can fucking do this. Think of John Laurens and the other abolitionists; think of Susan B. Anthony and the other feminists and activists; think of Hamilton and other immigrants who came and made this country their own and never gave up, ever. Think of all the people you have got on your side. I am on your side. My anxiety-ridden ass with fight with you. Bonus points if I can aim my vomit at the enemy.

Think of all the power you have got in you. You are more important than you realize. You are a being of fingernails and teeth and scars and fight, and you will not be taken down so easily. I know you. I know. You are stronger than this fear; love is always stronger than fear; we have got something worth fighting for. They have nothing but hate. Love wins against hate in the end. Love wins.

I know it’s hard to believe in anything I’m saying. I’m trying to believe in anything I’m saying. I’m on my way to high school in the country, where people ride tractors to school and have Confederate flags attached to their trucks and wear WhiteLivesMatter shirts for the hell of it. To a high school where I am the president of the GSA. I am so afraid.

But I do not fight depression and OCD and anxiety and anorexia to give up over a terrorist and a bigot. I do not fight every day to give up over this. This isn’t a mess I made, but I will sweep it up. And when I burn the ashes, you better believe something spectacular is going to rise.

America the privileged is a country of comfortable white men. But America the true nation is a country of brave minorities and allies and fighters. We are a people who have not given up since white men first came over. Ask the Native Americans who still fight to this day for basic human rights, ask them if you should give up. Ask them if, for one damn second, they have given up since white men came over. You think they could have afforded to? You think my ancestors escaped Italy and were faced with racism and bigotry here, just to give up in the face of it? You think the slaves who died and fought and rebelled would condone you giving up? You think the activists we know and love would give up?? You think Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr and Gandhi and Angelica Schuyler and Susan B. Anthony would? Anthony died without the right to vote, but she died fighting for what she knew was right. Dr. King might have died before he saw the fruits of his labor, but he died creating hope and belief and fight in the brave black people of this country. He died changing history.

You can be that person. A tiny white gay girl from Columbus. A trans black man from Philly. A Muslim woman from New York City. You are all Dr. Kings and Gandhis and Schuylers and Anthonys waiting to happen. You have all the power. And we have all the power if we band together.

It is not unbelievable. We grew up reading about heroes with swords and dragons, heroes who fight for what was right no matter how young they were. We grew up imagining battles against evil. We fell in love with Liberty’s Kids and Hamilton and Les Mis and The Hunger Games. Now is the time for you to join the revolution you always yearned for.

Hear the people sing. The song of angry men. And women. And others.

The song of humanity.

Hear the people sing. The song of humanity. A humanity that will not be slaves again.

Sincerely,

The pan Italian queer girl from buttfuck Hicksville

I want to take care of you. Yes, I know you can take good care of yourself, but I want to make sure, you are safe at all times. I won’t invade your personal space and annoy you with my face every single day, but I’ll just guide you from a distance. Without presence, just prayers. Every night, I will talk to God about you. I will ask Him to guide and protect you from danger, from pressure and temptation. I want to assure you won’t get hurt and be lost in this world full of terrible things. Because I’ve been there and it’s not a beautiful place. Even if I’m not with you, I want to keep you safe. Let my prayers take care of you, I will let God take care of you, for me.
And it’s more than enough.
—  E.J. Cenita
How to get stuff done:

1. Drink some water, bro. Hydration is key.
2. Stretch, wake up!
3. Make a list of things you need to do.
4. Say “I’m gonna do it” out loud. (You can whisper it to yourself but the louder the better)
5. Breathe and assure yourself you can do it.
6. Put on some great music (like some classical music or some super motivational stuff, whatever you like, maybe none at all if it helps)
7. Get out all the stuff you need.
8. Get comfy (wash your hands, change your clothes, put your hair up, put on some chapstick, take off your shoes, etc.)
9. Set a timer and tell yourself what you are going to do with your time
10. Smash your goals, sunshine!

Take breaks and during those breaks get moving! Refill your water! Get your new stuff out! Choose some new music if you want! But don’t go into a slump, take your break and go back to work! That’s all bro! Go kick some asteroid!

i loved you for your never ending desire to live, you could nearly pull through anything. your mind is capable of living a thousand lives but your body cant keep up.

we have been counting down the days together and you remained as brave as you have always been.

i am very grateful for all the adventures we had and i can assure you that you will be deeply missed. i hope to one day find the drive you had to keep on going

sleep tight, love.

legacy, what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see

so basically i’m going with the idea that rome knows lovino is a sign that his time will be up, because he can sense that he isn’t just another of their kind but…a successor. and it’s bittersweet; naturally noone likes the thought of dying— it’s an ending. but lovino is also…continuity. that some part of him lives on and endures, even if in a different shape and form. and that he loved lovino even if he admittedly wasn’t very good at showing it all the time. 

i’m just having too many emotions about baby nations as you can probably tell from my recent stuff

  • JYP: It's true, the members of Twice are very close with one another, but I can assure you there is no truth behind these dating rumours.
  • JYP: You can see very clearly that none of the members are dating each other...
  • Momo: Mina is my girlfriend
  • Nayeon: If I'm the mom, then Jeongyeon is the dad
  • Sana: [Constantly kisses her members]
  • Chaeyoung: Yeah I illegally downloaded a movie about lesbians
  • All of Twice: [Act as gay as possible around each other]
  • JYP: [whispers] fuck

I have such a burning passionate love for all trans girl lesbians.

Trans girl lesbians that are butch or masculine.
Trans girl lesbians that have trans girl partners.
Trans girl lesbians that have cis partners.
Trans girl lesbians who dress feminine.
Trans girl lesbians who are feminists.
Trans girl lesbians that don’t shave and wear dresses and skirts because they aren’t afraid of their leg hair.
Trans girl lesbians who wear makeup.
Trans girl lesbians who don’t wear makeup.

Honestly bless you all. You are all flawless and beautiful and I hope you are all having wonderful days. Terfs are small minded and don’t you ever let anyone tell you that you aren’t a drop dead gorgeous lesbian because I can assure you that you are exactly that.

“I love you”

Note: These responses are absolutely serious. They aren’t stereotypical at all and I assure you that every single type will definitely react like that in real life.

Ne: Ohh I love you, too! But I also love pancakes, sunshine and… bread! Like, bread can be so amazing. There are so many different types of breads! Like MBTI types! OMG I NEED TO MAKE A POST ABOUT MBTI TYPES AS BREAD.

Ni: But what is love? What is it about? How come that we are able to feel such a deep connection and how does its pattern fit into this complex world?

Se: Ohhhh I love you, too– wait omg! There’s a butterfly! *chases the butterfly*

Si: One time I loved someone, too. It was the most romantic story of my life and it started on a rainy day in November…

Te: Do you have evidence to support your statement?

Ti: …. What the fuck. Why?

Fe: *tears up* You love me? Someone loves me! LOVE ME FOREVER! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!

Fi: ……. Wait a minute, I have to check whether love is acceptable according to my personal values.

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Please help my cats.

As my previous post indicated, I am gone. I have left behind six cats, all rescues, and my inability to assure them of lifelong safety is my biggest personal failure. 

If you or anyone you know is near the Damascus MD area and can help them, they are:

Kala [Kalanchoe] (tabby female, 8 years old): Food allergies require a grain-free diet. Can be somewhat reactive when scared, but overall very affectionate and attentive. Tolerates other cats. Thinks you should stay home and nap with her.

Caliel (tabby male, 4 years old): very shy of strangers, obnoxiously affectionate once adjusted. Great-grandson of Kala. Leash trained. Prone to pouncing on other cats. No medical issues, but is frankly a bit dim and can only be fed wet food, as both dry food and water bowls end up scattered across the floor

Jasper (dilute tortie female with more orange, 12 years old): shy, no health concerns. Mildly fond of her sister, Jaimie. Talkative and affectionate. Would like to sleep on your head.

Jaimie (dilute tortie female with more grey, 12 years old): shy, no health concerns. Mildly fond of her sister, Jasper. Talkative and affectionate. Would like to sleep by your side.

Jessie (all black male, 12 years old): Very shy, affectionate once acclimated. Sibling to Mia. No health concerns. Will sneak up on you for a cuddle.

Mia (all grey female, 12 years old): Very shy, affectionate once acclimated. Sibling to Jessie. No health concerns. Will sneak up on you for a cuddle.

If you can help them, please write to my family username  balladry at my website, tam-lin.org

Thank you.

Haikyuu!! Character names as recognized by Google Voice Search

I was just messing around and these were the results omfg I can’t :

Hinata Shouyou: He night assure you

Kageyama Tobio: Car gay all my toy bone

Tsukishima Kei: Turkish my cane

Yamaguchi Tadashi: You’re my Gucci to that shit

Sawamura Daichi: Saw my momma dad cheese

Sugawara Koushi: Sugar what a cool shit

Azumane Asahi: Aussie money ice or heat

Nishinoya Yuu: Mission IOU

Tanaka Ryuunosuke: Hanukkah you know city

Iwaizumi Hajime: Hawaii zoom in had she met

Oikawa Tooru: Oh ink what toe rules

Kuroo Tetsurou: Cool testicles

Kozume Kenma: Cosmic K mart

Haiba Lev: Have you lived

Bokuto Koutarou: Book a toe coal tar on

Akaashi Keiji: I call shit cages

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Usher gym my walk a toushie.

crumblesoffudge  asked:

HI! could you please show me if you know any fic with inexperienced!Draco; I've a dire need right know for something like that, but with fluff it you could. Thanks!!

Sure :) I don’t know if all of these are fluffy, but they aren’t major angst either.

DRARRY + VIRGIN! DRACO

The Motivational Benefits Of Sleazy Men (fantasyfiend09)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 16k, Summary: Draco was resigned to being groped until his creepy co-worker was named his Department Head. Blaise assured him he needed a powerful lover to protect him. Draco agrees, just not the way Blaise wanted him to.

Harry Potter Gives A Shit (talithan)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 58,000, Summary: “Where are you headed?” “No place special,” Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: “I can change that,” said Harry Potter.

To Touch A Unicorn (lomonaaeren)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 12.6k, Summary: Teaching at Hogwarts is more than Draco ever expected to aspire to after the war. He would be content if not for two things: Harry Potter visiting to give lectures on Defense Against the Dark Arts, and those bloody unicorns.

Ligabus Filium (tessacrowley)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 41.5k, Summary: It should be careful, deliberate, but it isn’t. Like every other part of their relationship, it happens gradually and then all at once, before they even realize it. And when the little blue threads bind them together, there’s no going back. Content/Warnings: BDSM

How Harry Potter Became A Pervert (faithwood)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 2.2k, Summary: Though others didn’t, Draco had believed the article. 

Vale Sanare (Rurounihime)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 23.2k, Summary: Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Appallingly Wrong And Irreparably Broken (tessacrowley)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 26,695, Summary: Everything in Harry’s life is pretty terrible, all things considered. His ex-wife won’t stop sleeping around, the government is broken, and his life is an endless cycle of crippling self-hatred and bitter sarcasm. So when Draco Malfoy comes sauntering back into it, sharp as a tack and twice as fit as he has any right to be, the only comfort Harry can find is that he can’t possibly make it any worse. You know, probably.

One Harry Potter, Please (If Possible, Seduced And Ready) (faithwood)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 62.2k, Summary: All Draco wants is Harry Potter’s friendship, just to make his new Auror job more bearable. However, after Harry stubbornly pays more attention to his secret admirer, Draco is forced to resort to drastic measures.

Slip Into My Lover’s Hands (lumosed_quill)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 5.9k, Summary: Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn’t think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. “One finger?”

The Gentlewizard Club (@sophiefrench77)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 28.1k, Summary: Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

101 Ways to Heal Your Wizarding Woes (Or, an Unfortunate Incident with a Traffic Cone and a Policeman’s Helmet) (who_la_hoop)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 26.5k, Summary: Harry is a trainee Auror, and Draco is living at Malfoy Manor, bored and petulant with nothing to do, and no career prospects. Draco’s attempt to heal himself via Muggle psychology – including writing a series of ‘why I hate you’ letters to Harry – backfires when an overanxious house elf delivers the results to Harry. Harry is bemused, Draco is angry and together they have a lot of issues to work out.

Draco At Nineteen (birdsofshore)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 5.1k, Summary: It’s the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I’ve had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one… this one is something new.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare (firethesound)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 149k, Summary: Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Such Great Heights (softlyforgotten)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 93.3k, Summary: Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating.Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

Right Hand Red (lumosed_quill)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 73.1k, Summary: Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

Breaking Tradition (nicevenn)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 2.1k, Summary: The wedding is about to begin, but where are the grooms?

The Conquering Of Harry Potter (’s Virginity) (fantasyfiend09)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 8.3k, Summary: The prompt says it best: after Draco acquires the knowledge that Harry Potter has had a very sad (non-existent really) sex life, he sees it as his personal duty to be the Saviour’s hero for once and show him how it’s done. And Draco is totally the right person for that.. although he may not actually have had sex before either.

Advanced Charms (Paraphilia)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 7.1k, Summary: Awkward first time is awkward.

Primal Urges (amorette)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 10.2k, Summary: An eighth year fic …er … or should I say, a prehistoric fic? Draco gets hurtled back in time and meets caveman!Potter, who seems to like him much more than normal!Potter. Quite a bit more, actually.

The Art Of Cooking The Muggle Way (sophie_french)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 24.1k, Summary: Cooking. The Muggle Way. Without any Magic. Definitely Draco’s idea of hell. Unless, of course, it leads to much more interesting activities with one Harry Potter. But wait. Draco’s into girls, right?

Five Times Harry Blew Draco’s Mind (and One That Didn’t Involve Sex) (lumosed_quill)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 1k, Summary: Draco had thought his eighth year would be dreadful. He was wrong.

Gay Aurors (charlottesometimes)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 129.1k, Summary: Draco Malfoy mysteriously returns to London a badass and is partnered up with a very grumpy and very gay Harry Potter.

A Little More Love In The World (kc404duh)

Rating: NC-17, Word Count: 4.5k, Summary: After the war, Harry is feeling lonely and separated from the world. He goes back to the forest - to the place where he saw his parents - in the hopes that he might find solace there. But he finds even more than he bargained for.

9,100 - 10,000 Follower Prompt Batch Special
  • “I was trying to keep it a secret.”
  • “I don’t know how you managed to throw a party in my own house without me noticing, but props to you.”
  • “Stop getting us kicked out of grocery stores.”
  • “Look, I can’t even touch my toes.”
  • “Something tells me that you’ve been keeping information from me.”
  • “We’re wearing matching outfits. Don’t make this any more embarrassing than it already is.”
  • “You picked me to do mission impossible. This is all your fault.”
  • “I know my limits, but everyone keeps pressuring me to do better.”
  • “I have exactly three coins and two lint balls in my pocket, I assure you.”
  • “So long as I get to my goal, it doesn’t matter what I have to do.”
  • “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t.”
  • “We could care less.”
  • “How inconvenient. I guess I have to deal with you.”
  • “Messing with you is always a little bit fun.”
  • “Stick to the plan and we’ll be fine.”
  • “I don’t want to admit that I wasn’t listening to any of it.”
  • “Don’t look now, but they took our ride." 
  • "Maybe wearing bright colors on a stealth mission isn’t a good idea." 
  • "You are in no position to argue with me right now.”
  • “You stress me out. One bad choice at a time, please.”
  • “How’d we lose? I thought we had that!”
  • “I can help, but it’ll cost you.”
  • “What was I supposed to do?”
  • “I’ve been wanting to dance with you all night.”
  • “Can you give me a chance to prove my innocence?”
  • “I worked really hard on that and you’re just going to throw it away?”
  • “I stopped listening after you said you needed my help.”
  • “What am I to you? I want you to be clear about this.”
  • “Your agony is music to my ears.”
  • “I have no idea where I’m going. I can only hope it’s the right way.”
  • “If I have to suffer watching your favorite movie ten million times, you can watch mine at least once.”
  • “I always feel dread in my stomach when I see you plotting.”
  • “At this point, I ask myself why I even hang out with you.”
  • “One of these days, you’re gonna light my house on fire.”
  • “If there’s one thing you’re not allowed to do, it’s crawl on my ceiling like a spider.”
  • “I’ve practically mastered this piece of machinery.”
  • “There’s no easy way to say what I’m about to tell you." 
  • "You make it so hard to care about you.”
  • “I’d be done with all of this by now if I weren’t so tired.”
  • “Unless you have a crown on your head, I’m not listening to you.”
  • “It’s been a couple hundred years since I’ve had a friend.”
  • “Reckless and careless are just two of the many words that can be used to describe me.”
  • “I thought, if anyone, you’d be happy for me.”
  • “There’s always a problem according to you.”
  • “I saved my last dance just for you. Come on.”
  • “Don’t eat the snow. You don’t know what’s touched it.”
  • “I’ve been saving my love for the right person.”
  • “There’s no stopping me now.”
  • “Watch these smooth moves. I’ve been working on them for months.”
  • “Shapeshifting is not an easy ability to master, okay? I’m trying.”
  • “Are you ready to fail? I’ve got this in the bag.”
  • “Look at me, darling, and start taking notes.”
  • “I started looking for aliens as a joke and then this happens.”
  • “It was always you and I together, but I need to grow independently.”
  • “I don’t want people to associate me with you.”
  • “It’s a shame that you won’t be able to go.”
  • “Don’t think you can get away with that kind of behavior here.”
  • “What went from me trying to get money out of the bank turned into some sort of robbery that I hadn’t been planning on doing.”
  • “Stop worrying about what will go wrong. It doesn’t help you in any way.”
  • “Do you wanna explain to me why pasta sauce is all over my kitchen?”
  • “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that joke before. ‘Need a hand’? Ha, so funny. My sides hurt from laughing so hard.”
  • “Your looks are attractive. Maybe not to them, but certainly to me.”
  • “This just goes to show why you shouldn’t press large red buttons.”
  • “I don’t remember ordering an AI. Do you think they got the wrong house?”
  • “You have no business exploring my floating castle.”
  • “I got lost in the clouds. Literally.”
  • “Sometimes I can see them in the mist or the snow. Sometimes the rain, too.”
  • “I’ve been trying really hard to be patient with you.”
  • “I can count on all ten of my fingers on why I can’t stand you.”
  • “Magic has been a part of your family for many generations and I was sent to help you.”
  • “So, what, you have the ability to make dolls come to life? That’s creepy.”
  • “You had an eyelash on your cheek. Sorry.”
  • “I started to piece together that I was more like your bodyguard than your friend to you.”
  • “I’ve never seen you look so blue. What’s got you down?”
  • “I’m not the kind of person who can comfort others, but I can try.”
  • “I can’t believe you decided on that name for your dragon.”
  • “You should be offended. I’m offended on your behalf.”
  • “I can see you staring at me.”
  • “I thought I had let that fire die out ages ago.”
  • “If I’m the tree, you’re the sun and the water.”
  • “Waxing poetic is about the only thing I do for you in your time of need, sadly.”
  • “I think you enjoy mixing up quotes, because you know it irritates me.”
  • “Sometimes I hope that I can find you when I look up at the stars.”
  • “All I need you to do is cover me while I sneak out.”
  • “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to hang around here? You might run into creatures like me.”
  • “I don’t recall asking for your opinion and yet here you are.”
  • “It’s nice to look back on all the progress I’ve made.”
  • “If you don’t think you could support your child no matter the possibility of who they become or what they are, you shouldn’t have one. No ifs, no buts, no ands." 
  • "It’s so cold, I can’t feel my hand. Can you feel it for me? You know, to make sure it’s still there?”
  • “I’m tired of trying to make you laugh at the expense of my own feelings.”
  • “Don’t ask me how I got stuck. Help me get out of here.”
  • “I’m knitting wing covers for you. What color do you like?”
  • “I’m starting to think you aren’t worth the time and devotion I’ve given you.”
  • “You don’t have to smile if you’re not happy.”
  • “It’s unfair to ask me such a question.”
  • “I knew you cared! This blanket didn’t make its way around my shoulders by itself when I was sleeping.”
  • “When I said I wanted a roommate, I meant a living one, with a job." 
  • "All you need, my friend, is a little spark to help you.”
  • “I feel like you all have your lives figured out.”
  • “Just where would I be able to hide the world’s biggest gem on my person? These pockets can barely fit chapstick.”
i quit tumblr

you can probably tell by the fact this has been inactive for so long that i stopped using tumblr

the drama is just so intense on here that i can’t search my tag (on mobile even indirects come up) or go into my inbox without horrible shit, or people accusing me of lying about things. rest assured to cover all bases: i don’t lie about anything.

so basically i’m just gonna make a sub account for the wrestling gifs to send my friend lily and get out of here for good. if you wanna catch me, i’m on twitter most days :) glad you all enjoyed my shows last month!

emma

It's Not Delivery... Oh Wait Yeah, it is.

JD-

You can order pizza to the castle! It took them long enough.

I mean, if you have delivery guys with brooms there really isn’t any excuses. Best part is, I can assure it will all be mine because Emily has this weird (read: wrong) notion that you shouldn’t put pineapple on a pizza.

You can, you should, and I did Em.

Our Love In Fine Print

Request: “I really love your writing and if it wouldn’t be a bother I would really appreciate an imagine using drabble prompts 18 and 94. Thank you so much!!! ❤︎”

Summary: Draco has a terrible nightmare, and you comfort as best as you can, assuring him of how much you love him.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1,380

Warnings: Light smut (mostly kissing and feeling) - fluff. ;)

A/N: I really liked this request, and I hope you all liked it too! I hope it lived up to your expectations, love! Thank you for requesting! xx

Originally posted by carpelunam

Draco couldn’t see a thing, it was pitch black. Icy, cold air seeped through his bones, goosebumps blanketing his skin. His hands reached around him, immediately coming in contact with freezing water.

The only sound that was heard was Draco’s ragged, harsh breaths and rapid heartbeat. His toes curled as he wrapped his arms around himself, cowering backwards into an inconspicuous corner.

“Why are you here?!” A voice ripped through the tense air, startling Draco. He froze in his spot, whimpering slightly.

“I-I don’t know where I am.” He explained to the voice, trying his hardest to focus his eyes through the dark. His efforts were to no avail, however, as the dark that surrounded him had not settled.

“We don’t want you here! Nobody wants you here! You’re a disgrace!” Yelled the unknown voice.

A sob threatened to release itself from Draco’s chest, his body shaking violently. The harsh words echoed in his ears, haunting him terribly, clouding his thoughts. He believed them, even agreed with them.

“NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE! NOBODY LOVED YOU! NOBODY LOVES YOU! NOT EVEN YOU’RE OWN MOTHER! NO ONE!” The painful scream screeched through the silence, deafening Draco.

He yelped, whipping his arms up to his ears and pushing in. He tried to steady his breathing, putting all his effort into pushing the hurtful words from his mind. Dead silence enveloped Draco in a cloud of dreadful thoughts. However, after a treacherous minute of utter torture, the voice had returned.

“SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU!” It screeched, suddenly close to Draco’s face. The breeze from its shout had sent painful chills down Draco’s spine, a sob escaping his mouth.

“STOP!” He begged, tightening his hands on his ear. The pressure he aided his ear had provided nothing to silencing out the screams, the words echoing in his mind, his sobs escalating. “PLEASE STOP!”

“SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU! SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU! SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU!” The voice repeated.

“STOP!”

“SHE WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!”

A vicious gasp released itself from Draco’s chest as he abruptly sat up from the bed he shared with you. His breathing was ragged, deep – broken. Sweat drenched his entire body as his chest heaved and sputtered. Draco whimpered slightly. It was just a nightmare.

 “Draco?” You wheezed, sleep tainting your voice. You sat up next to Draco’s side a soon as saw him, reaching your hand up to thread your fingers through his damp hair and to his scalp, massaging it.

 Draco leaned into your touch with a crippled sigh, closing his eyes. His body relaxed only slightly under your touch, the vivid visions from the nightmare that he had just dreamt still itching its way through his thoughts. He opened his eyes again, twisting his head to look over at your sleep-ridden expression. Years of pain and despair swam in his deep blue eyes as he studied every inch of your face, memorizing every crease and crevice and stamping it into his mind for the thousandth time that he’s looked at you.

 “What the matter, sweetie?” You cooed, your voice surrounding him in a cloud of comfort and assurance. He had stayed silent, pulling your hand from his hair and to his lips, placing a light kiss upon your knuckles.

 You smiled lightly at him, suddenly standing up from the bed and walking over to his side. He watched you in confusion as you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bathroom. You yanked open the door, tiptoeing over to the tub and bending down to reach for the handle.

You twisted your hand to the right, letting the hot water run as you turned around to face Draco, who stood before you. His eyes watched you curiously as you reaching down to the edge of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You did the same to your trousers, and soon you were standing naked in front of Draco.

Usually a smirk would lace his lips by now, but he had just stared at you, tracing every inch of your body with numerous amounts of adoration sparkling in his eyes. He watched you as you walked up to him, your hands gripping the ends of his shirt. He knew what you wanted without even speaking, and in just one blink of the eye, you and Draco were standing bare in front of each other in no time.

 You bent your head up, connecting your lips to his. Occasionally, the kisses you two shared were full of passion and hunger, but this time was different. The passion was still there, but the kiss was sweet and gentle, comforting. Draco whined against your lips, wrapping an arm around your waist. The kiss went on for another couple of seconds before you pulled away. A groan escaped Draco’s lips, his grip tightening against your waist, keeping your body flat against his. Two pairs of lips brushed upon one another as you placed your forehead against Draco’s.

“Please.” He begged, his voice cracking. He brushed his hands across your back and down to your bum, squeezing gently, causing a gasp to escape your lips. Draco took that opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tracing every crack and crevice. His hand cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand had tapped the back of your thigh, signalling for you to jump, which you had done willingly.

You moaned as you felt his cock slap against your bum, tightening your legs around his waist, hands tangling themselves in his hair instinctively. You pulled, emitting a groan from the back of Draco’s throat, the hold on your waist increasing. He dragged his lips to your cheek, tracing needy kisses passed your chin, to your jawline and down to your neck. He sucked and licked at your pulse, forcing a gasp from your lips. His arms started to shake, his kisses becoming sloppy.

You drew yourself back to the matter at hand, releasing your legs from his waist and dropping yourself to the floor. Draco whimpered against your neck, having no intentions of letting go of you. However, you gently pulled him away, against his own will, and tugged him towards the now full bath.

The sound of your rapid breathing filled the room as you and Draco climbed into the bath, tears pricking at the edges of his eyes.

You pulled his shaking figure down to sit in front of you, his back leaning against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair, massaging it to comfort him.

“Just let it go, baby. Let it all go.” You whispered against his ear, causing him to finally fall apart in your arms.

He shook and quivered in your hold, sobs breaking from his mouth. You rocked him back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, assuring him that everything was going to be alright.

“I had a bad dream again.” He broke through his weeping, his hand going up the arm that was around his chest, his fingers curling around the limb.
He leaned more into your touch, needy and desperate.

He just wanted to be with you. He just wanted to love you. His nightmare had resurfaced to his brain, the words “she will never love you” floating to the top of his mind, echoing silently in his ears.

However, your voice had contradicted his thoughts, immediately reaching through to him.

“I love you.” You had whispered, the words meaning more to him than you had thought they did. He cried against your chest, cuddling closer to you in the water that enveloped you both in a soothing cloud of warmth.

“I love you.” He echoed, moving his head up to place a deep, passionate kiss upon your lips. You leaned into the gesture, returning the amount of feeling and compassion as he was giving you.

Soon after, he had pulled away from you, closing his eyes and leaning his head in the crook of your neck and staying there for a few minutes. Although sleep had almost coursed through his veins, he heard you whisper one last thing, thinking he couldn’t hear you.

“And I will always love you.”

That was all he needed before sleep finally overtook him, his body relaxing in your arms.