but there wasn't room for them

A Hufflepuff that didn’t want to be sorted into Hufflepuff crying on their first night and then being joined by some older Hufflepuffs who bring hot chocolate and other food from the kitchen to make them feel better, then listening to why the 1st year is so upset, and sharing their own stories to make them feel included and at home.

A terrified first year being sorted into Slytherin and fearing having to write home and explain how they got put in the ‘bad’ house, then being joined by some older Slytherins who show them a part of the common room where you can look out into the lake and occasionally see some of the creatures that live in there - ‘was that the squid?!’ - and forgetting why they were afraid in the first place because these people are actually really nice.

support systems within the houses for 11 year olds who don’t understand why they were placed in a certain house!!!!!

harry potter books rated by dean thomas's drawing skills
  • sorcerer's stone: dean makes harry a "potter for president" banner with a lion that changes colors for his first quidditch match. first use of "dean thomas, who was very good at drawing". a solid start and good content. (10/10)
  • chamber of secrets: dean doesn't draw anything in this book. (2/10)
  • prisoner of azkaban: dean's hiatus from drawing is ended when he is described as "good with a quill" and offers to forge harry's permission slip to hogsmeade. not technically drawing, but dean gets bonus points for expanding his skills to typography. also, his boggart is a severed hand, a clear reference to his fear being losing his artistic talent. a beautiful book for artist! dean. (9/10)
  • goblet of fire: dean reaches the pinnacle of his artistic career when he makes banners of harry flying around the horntail's head on his firebolt and puts them up around the common room. also includes a couple of cedric's head bursting into flames. the clear winner of this rating system (2000/10)
  • order of the phoenix: as if the emotional pain jkr put us through wasn't enough, dean does not draw in this book. (0/10)
  • half-blood prince: the only drawing dean does in this book is drawing out the sexual tension between harry and ginny (2/10)
  • deathly hallows: dean befriends luna, who is a fellow artist, and also draws a hat over the forehead of dobby's dead body i am crying bring back the posters (3/10)
Nessian Feels
  • Cassian: Please just get out-
  • Nesta: Fine, I'm leaving *starts to storm out of the room*
  • Cassian: I wasn't finished.
  • Nesta: *hesitates at the door*
  • Cassian: Please get out of my thoughts, my mind, and my dreams; because you consume them all.
  • Nesta: *heart stutters*
  • Nesta: I don't have any control over your mind, Cassian.
  • Cassian: Believe me, you do.

pitviperofdoom  asked:

Hey so I've loved your Retold Fairytales for some time but I just binged your entire Gods and Monsters and I??? love Styx. A lot. And I'm curious about Hephaestus and Styx growing up as best friends in the Underworld. If you could work your magic when you have the time, I'd love to see a story about them!

Styx does not have a home in the underworld, not really. She has a room in Hades’s palace, of course, and a nook in Hecate’s house.  Charon has a cottage by her river, a humble thing for a being of such great power, and she’s shoved her way onto his narrow bed and curled into the warmth of his chest more than once. She darts through the horrors of Tartarus, and plays in the Elysium Fields.

All of the underworld is open to her, and she’s lived here the entirety of her existence. But she’s yet to find a piece of it that feels as if it belongs to her, that doesn’t feel borrowed.

~

Hecate brings home a baby with no legs beneath the knee and wide, curious eyes.

Styx adores him instantly.

Hecate is a busy woman – her duties in the underworld keep her constantly moving, and she spends much of her time shrouded in her secrets. She is the goddess of magic, and there are things that only she can do, things that other people can’t even know about. She is not a person with much time to spare, and babies take a lot of time.

Hades watches him often, directing the traffic of souls and overseeing construction with the child held to his chest. Charon fashions a sling, and the baby sleeps against his back while Charon ferries souls across her river.

Time passes. The baby is not like her.

The baby grows.

~

Hephaestus is a child, and he lives in a dangerous place. His aunt raises him, and she is a busy woman who does important things, and it seems to him like nothing in their home is safe to touch, that it is all cursed or corrosive or even, at time, sentient.

The palace is not much better. Hades always welcomes him, has a warm smile for him, but is too busy to linger. He walks on wobbly legs of glass that Aunt Hecate fashioned for him, and they allow him to walk, but they pain him too. He cannot run or jump, he cannot explore the edges of the underworld like he so desperately wants to because his legs are delicate, clumsy things. They are glass, and they shatter too easily.

“Don’t be sad,” a voice says in his ear, and he’s grinning before he even turns around. Lady Styx is there, smiling at him. She looks to be his age, although she is much older, and she has black skin and grey hair and eyes. Her skin is the color of her river’s water, and her hair and eyes the color of the foam when it rushes too fast. For as long as he can remember, she has always had kindness to spare.

“I’m not sad,” he says stubbornly. “Aren’t you busy?” She is a goddess, one as powerful and important as his aunt or Hades. He wants to grow up to be just like her.

She shrugs, “My river knows what to do. Do you want to go on an adventure?”

“Yes,” he says instantly. The only time he’s allowed to explore is when Styx is with him. If his glass legs break, she can carry him, and if anything tries to attack or hurt them, she can stop it.

She grabs his hand, smiling. It’s cold. She’s always cold, the same icy temperature as her river. “There are volcanos in Tartarus. Have I taken you there before?”

He shakes his head, and in the next instant they’re gone.

~

Styx and Hephaestus manage to get in all manner of trouble, including, but not limited to: accidentally giving Cerberus two extra heads, devising and implementing a manner of torture for Tantalus that is so brilliant Hades can’t even get mad at them for it, and figuring out it is possible to surf of Styx’s rough waters with glass legs, but only if you’re very, very stupid and have the goddess in question by your side and laughing so hard she forgets that her primary job here is to prevent you from dying.

When he’d found them, Hades had given them the worst admonishment he knew how to give: a disappointed frown. Hecate had laughed and told them to be careful of his legs.

Hephaestus’s childhood had its bright spots. Almost all of those bright spots included Styx.

~

Hephaestus looks older than her now, a young man when she is, as always, a child. He’s gotten quieter as he ages, his dark eyes permanently thoughtful.

“You shouldn’t come here without me,” she scolds, sitting down beside him. He doesn’t respond, swinging his hammer down on glowing metal with a boom loud enough that the volcano shakes with it. “You know Hecate doesn’t like you going into Tartarus alone.”

“You were busy,” he says, not accusatory, just a statement of fact. “Here, cool this for me.”

She sighs, but cool water rushes from her hands and onto the superheated metal. It hisses and steams, but when the air clears Hephaestus holds it up and appears to be satisfied. “Must it be in a volcano? We can make you a forge in safer part of the underworld.”

“Volcanos are useful,” he says, the same answer he always gives her. “I have more of these to do if you want to stick around.”

Helping him build whatever he’s currently working on is pretty boring. But he’s her friend, and it must be important if he’s risking his life by going into Tartarus on his glass legs to do it. “Sure,” she sighs slumping down to sit crosslegged next to him. He pats her on the head, which she’s all prepared to be insulted by - she’s a kid, but she’s not a kid – when she sees his lips curled up around the corners of his mouth. He’s making fun of her on purpose, which is still annoying, but is less hurtful than him treating her like a kid just because he looks older.

~

The first set of legs that Hephaestus makes for himself are made of iron. They’re not as pretty as he’d like them to be, but that’s all right. He can run in these legs, jump in them, fight in them. He is no longer a being made of glass, no longer someone who can be easily broken.

Styx is the first person he shows them to. He leaps and somersaults in them, something he could never do before. She’s delighted at first, smiling and clapping, but by the time he finishes, arms out-thrown and beaming, she’s wilted. She sits hunched and tries to keep her smile in place, but it’s trembling.  

“What’s wrong?” he asks, kneeling in front of her. “I thought you would be happy for me.”

“I am!” she hiccups, and now she’s crying, big fat tears that he wants to wipe away but can’t. She cries the water of her river. If he touches them, he’ll burn. “I am happy!’

He risks it, tugging the end of his sleeve down to quickly wipe her left cheek, then ripping it and throwing the cloth away as it burns. “You don’t look happy.”

“You’re going to leave,” she says, and he goes cold. “You have legs, and now you’re going to leave, and I’m not. I am the Goddess of the River Styx, I must stay with my river. But you’re going to leave.”

His heart breaks seeing Styx cry. He loves Hecate, loves Charon, loves Hades. But if there is one person in this realm he can truly call family, it is her. They share no blood, but she’s the only sister he’s ever known. “I’ll visit! You can visit me too. I wasn’t born here, Styx. Hecate isn’t my mom. I was born on Olympus, and I can’t hide in the underworld from Hera forever. I don’t want to either.”

“I know!” she says, her breath coming in stuttering gasps as she tries and fails to stop crying. “You’re so smart, and all the things you make are amazing. You need to go out there, so other gods can see you, so that people can see you. I just – I’m going to miss you.”

He’s a god – a little river water won’t kill him. He pulls Styx into his arms, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as her tears burn through his skin. She resists for a moment, then goes slack, throwing her arms around his neck. He says, “I’m going to miss you too.”

~

Hephaestus does not want to cause an uproar. He’s had fantasies of storming Mount Olympus, of confronting Hera, of doing any number of foolish, stupid things. But he is not a foolish, stupid man.

Hecate has picked out a volcano for him already, one she tells fits all his requirements and is not in the domain of any other god, even the lesser ones. He will go slow. He will build, and improve the lives of the mortals. Temples will be erected in his honor, tributes placed at his feet, his name on all their lips. He’ll build his power the hard way, until they can ignore him no longer, until Hera and Zeus have no choice but to offer him a place at their table on Olympus.

But not yet.

For now, he builds something else, something even more important.

~

“Can I open my eyes yet?” Styx asks, pouting.

Hephaestus’s hands are on her shoulders, pushing her forward. “No.”

She scowls. She can tell they’re by her river, in a bend where no one travels through, but that’s it. Her knowledge of the geography of the underworld is always in relation to her river. “What about now?”

“Yes,” he says.

She wasn’t expecting it, so it takes her a moment to blink her eyes open. “Did you make this?”

“Hecate helped,” he admits, “I wasn’t sure what to do for things like curtains and windchimes. Do you like it?”

It’s a house. A small one, not much bigger than Charon’s. It’s made of obsidian, but not several pieces put together. It looks like the whole things was carved out of one massive piece of obsidian. The walls are black and smooth and shining. There’s a large, round bed in the center that’s a pale blue, the chairs in a deep purple, and her curtains are a soft yellow. The house is black, but Hephaestus has filled it with color, given her a rainbow tucked in every space. Copper pots hang in the kitchen, and there are signs of his forging everywhere – in the cabinets, the door knobs in the shape of flowers, the singular windchime hanging in her open window, even though there is no wind here.

“Do you like it?” he repeats. “I know you tend to just – end up wherever, but I thought you should have a place that was just yours. If you want something different I can change it–”

“No.” She swallows and touches her wall, the silver design in her walls that he must have inlaid himself. “It – it’s perfect.” Quieter then, “You gave me a home.”

No place in the whole of the underworld has ever felt like it belonged to her. This one does. It doesn’t feel borrowed.

Hephaestus ruffles her hair, “It seems only fair, since you did the same for me. This realm wouldn’t have been my home without you.”

They’re smiling at each other, and the tension she’d been carrying ever since she realized Hephaestus would be leaving drains out of her.

He’s older now, almost an adult, and he’s leaving the underworld. But he’s not leaving her.

“You’re my best friend,” she tells him, in case he’s forgotten.

“Good,” he tells her, “because you’re my best friend too.”


gods and monsters series, part xxiii

read more of the gods and monsters series here

10

C: I like to see Alfonso d'Este, who has waited so long to be your husband, wait a little longer.

EXO REACTION TO THE MEMBERS HEARING YOU BANG

You guys were apparently so loud that the neighbours heard and banged on the door to tell you guys to shut up. The members were embarrassed you were embarrassed and Kai was also kinda embarrassed*

SEHUN: No lie im actually scarred

KAI: Same, Y/N did a wolverine on my back

idc if its relevant i like this gif

Originally posted by jonginssoo

SEHUN

*After the sesh you both laid there, and you asked him if you were both too loud, he didn’t get to answer bc Junmyeon was already banging on the door*

JM: Im trying to watch a film, but all i can hear is you screaming. Y/N for goodness sake the boy is a carrot reconsider your life choices!”

Originally posted by luhan-vevo

SUHO

*Suho knew the boys were in in the apartment so he tried to be quiet, and told you too as well, however you weren’t and soon enough Jongdaes voice could be heard on the other side of the door

JD: “You heard the woman Suho! Go HARDER!

Originally posted by baekhyeun

CHANYEOL

*He walked out of his room i the morning to see Jongin staring at him in disgust*

K: “Could you quiet it down next time i thought we were being robbed with all that yelling

CY: The only thing that was taken last night was some virginity, nothing to be alarmed about

StOP

Originally posted by yeolhighness

BAEKHYUN

*He was hovering over you, both of you were going at it like no one could hear you, however you finally shut up when the door swung open and you saw the face of Minseok*

XM: “See i told you no one was dying, they just banging now let me go back to my coffee”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

KYUNGSOO

*You only got him to be this loud because there was no one in the dorm, or so you guys thought*

MEMBER: Can you guys stop yelling, and put a sock on the door i share this room with you remember”

Originally posted by arivium

CHEN

*It wasnt you making the noise, it was him. It was ALL him. You tried to keep him a bit quieter because the members were in but it was like he wanted them to know he was getting the good succ*

XM: Jesus christ Y/N why is he making so much noise?”

Y/N: Look i only lick the lollypop i cant control whats coming out the other end”

Originally posted by deararchimedes

TAO

*He was immediately scorned at for the noise level made from the bedroom however he was scorned even more because it wasn't even his bedroom*

CHEN: Please tell me you didn’t just do that in my bed”

TAO: I did and im not even worried about it”

KING

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

LAY

*You were in the jacuzzi with him and he decided to get things naughty as you were both alone, but he has 8 members just around the corner and it wasn't long before they head a noise and came to investigate*

Like they didnt already know

BH: “OOH YES YIXING DO IT HARDER POUND ME DADDY I LOVE IT WHEN YOU P…

LAY: ….

Originally posted by chiuyixing

KRIS

*Yifan was making vERY good use of those hands, you were both so into it you didn’t realise when a member walked in*

CY: Oh my god…i”

KRIS: No Chan its not what it looks like…i was just..rubbing it

yh sore genitals are all the rage these days

Originally posted by wuporn

LUHAN

*He was testing you, he had been all night so the only real option here was to jump on him and get some of that D. Trouble was everyone else heard you getting some of that D as well*

MEMBER: “Even my nan from 6 ft under all the way in china can hear you two, stfu”

yhh boi u suck that lollypop or ill do it for u if u want

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

XIUMIN

*As unlikely it would be this would happen it doesn't take away from the fact that it did and if he wasn’t the oldest he never would have lived it down, but it didn't stop a few jokes here and there*

XM: “Baek pass me the salt”

BH: “Sure thing daddy”

XM: “Right lets try that again”

idk what gif to use so have this

Originally posted by daenso

this was a mess bye

  • Cinder: Cleanse them. Cleanse the world of their ignorance and sin. Bathe them in the crimson of...
  • *She pauses*
  • Cinder: Am I on speakerphone?
  • Torchwick: No. Absolutely not. Speakerphone, no. No, I wouldn’t do that.
  • Cinder: Yes, I am. I-I can hear the echo.
  • Torchwick: Oh, my God. You’re, uh, you’re right. Hang on one second, I’ll take you off.
  • Cinder: That’s rude. I don- I don’t know who’s in the room
  • *Torchwick pretends to take Cinder off speakerphone*
  • Torchwick: Fine. There, you're off.
  • Cinder: Thank you. Don't take this lightly, Roman. It wasn't all by your numbers. The Fool nearly derailed the invocation with his insolence. The Ancient Ones see everything. And they will not be...
  • *Cinder hears laughter*
  • Cinder: I'm still on speakerphone, aren't I?
  • *Torchwick and Neo burst out laughing.*

anonymous asked:

hi spoon -- I'm filipino and my parents absolutely hate gays. Problem is: I attend an all boys school, which turned on my gay even more. And through the years, I've acted even gayer and gayer. My parents started to give me death glares, so they talked to me. "Are you gay?" I freaked out and I just said "No." They sighed and left the room. After that, they started to go softer on me, knowing that I wasn't gay. So how do I tell them that I'm gay, when I already told them I wasn't?

dude if they gave you death glares even before you lied you most probably shouldn’t

you’re not required to come out to your family 

Platonic VLD Week 2 - Day 1

I’ve decided to do just drabbles/double drabbles for this week, but… we’ll see how long that lasts.  Anyway!  Restraint/Impulse


Shiro forced himself to breathe slowly, in and out at a normal speed, and with a normal depth that would keep his captors from sensing his fear.  He held himself very still, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing him pull uselessly at his restraints.  He knew full well that he wasn’t strong enough to break out of this kind of Galra cuff, even with the prosthetic hand to help.  All he could do was make them tighten further.

His paladins were coming.  He knew that.  He had to believe that.  He kept breathing and tried to relax his muscles, with little success.  Everything in him hated being chained, his mind spinning out a thousand things they could be planning to do to him next, but he wouldn’t let himself show it.  He wouldn’t.  He held still.

By the time Hunk knocked the door off its hinges, the rest of the team following close behind, every muscle in Shiro’s body ached from hanging there, tense.  But the warmth of all four of his paladins pressing up against him, arms wrapped around him to support his weight until his legs were reaccustomed to holding him up, almost made it better.

  • Summer: Tai, can you help out for a second? Qrow found out the skirt wasn't a kilt so Raven started laughing at him and now they're fighting in the dorm room and they don't seem to be stopping at any point.
  • Taiyang: Sure, I'll go sort them out.
  • *Taiyang enters the dorm room to see a raven and a crow squawking, pecking, and flying angrily at each other around the room.*
  • Taiyang: Alright feather brains, either turn back and settle this like loving siblings or take it outside!
  • *The crow and raven immediately fly out the window.*
tag yourself
  • Lance: So how did it go?
  • Pidge: We had sex but it wasn't that great cuz I had peanut butter cookies in my room and I couldn't stop thinking about them haha
  • Pidge: Shiro was trying to be sexy and whispered to my ear "so what do you want?" and I was like my quiznaking peanut butter cookies haha
  • Lance: Where did you even get peanut butter cookies?
  • Hunk: sorry
  • Lance: why did you even give her cookies
  • Hunk: they were congratulatory cookies okay?? for the sex. but she found them before the sex.
  • Pidge: don't listen to him they were great hunk
  • Rowena Ravenclaw: You know what this school needs? To not make any sense-
  • Helga Hufflepuff: Rowena, I don’t think-
  • Rowena: Exactly, you don’t think. I’m brilliant and this is perfect! Moving staircases, walls that think they’re doors-
  • Salazar Slytherin: But how will the students get to class?
  • Rowena: They’ll have to figure it out.
  • Helga:
  • Salazar:
  • Godric Gryffindor:
  • Rowena: Everyday. They will figure it out everyday. My students will live in a tower and navigate these stairs every time.
  • Helga: The stairs move! This doesn’t seem safe! I think I’ll put my common room in the basement, Rowena.
  • Salazar: Ditto. I think the dungeons would be safer…
  • Godric: My kids will brave these stairs. I’ll take the other tower. Then they Can Parkour to class!!
  • Rowena: That wasn't what I had in mind -
  • Salazar: Well you want the students to die on the way to Charms. so why not let them go all out?
  • Godric: PARKOUR!!
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They​ ​had​ ​been​ ​out​ ​in​ ​space​ ​for​ ​months​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​only​ ​the​ ​beginning​ ​when​ ​Allura​ ​would​ ​raise​ ​the​ ​alarm​ ​testing​ ​their​ ​speed.​ ​An alarm​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​blue​ ​wasn't​ ​unusual​ ​but​ ​it​ ​was​ ​still​ ​a​ ​shock.​ ​Which​ ​was​ ​why​ ​the​ ​Paladins​ ​were​ ​now​ ​in​ ​the​ ​control​ ​room​ ​in​ ​their​ ​pajamas​ ​all except​ ​for​ ​Lance​ ​who​ ​compared​ ​to​ ​the​ ​first​ ​run​ ​was​ ​in​ ​full​ ​Armor​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​go.​ ​“Allura​ ​what’s​ ​going​ ​on?”​ ​she​ ​raises​ ​an​ ​eyebrow​ ​at​ ​Shiro​ ​“​ ​I should​ ​be​ ​asking​ ​you​ ​that.​ ​What​ ​happened​ ​yesterday​ ​was​ ​unacceptable​ ​after​ ​forming​ ​Voltron​ ​for​ ​so​ ​long​ ​why​ ​couldn’t​ ​you​ ​now?”​ ​None​ ​of​ ​them answered​ ​surreptitiously​ ​glancing​ ​at​ ​Lance​ ​who​ ​was​ ​standing​ ​tense.​ ​

Allura​ ​notices,​ ​she​ ​always​ ​does,​ ​“Lance​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do”​ ​He​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at her​ ​shocked​ ​“Me?”​ ​​ ​“I​ ​mean​ ​it’s​ ​obvious​ ​everyone’s​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​you​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do?’​ ​His​ ​heart​ ​sunk​ ​he​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​so​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​be​ ​good​ ​“I​ ​didn’t do​ ​anything​ ​I’ve​ ​been​ ​good…”​ ​His​ ​voice​ ​breaks​ ​and​ ​he​ ​quickly​ ​glances​ ​at​ ​the​ ​Alphas​ ​neither​ ​of​ ​them​ ​give​ ​him​ ​any​ ​confirmation​ ​that​ ​he​ ​has been.​ ​Pidge​ ​and​ ​Hunk​ ​fidget​ ​“He​ ​didn’t​ ​do​ ​anything​ ​Princess,​ ​he’s​ ​been​ ​good​ ​ol’​ ​Lance.​ ​If​ ​anything​ ​it's​ ​Shiro​ ​and​ ​Keith.”​ ​Keith​ ​gives​ ​the Yellow​ ​Paladin​ ​a​ ​sharp​ ​look​ ​“Me?​ ​I’ve​ ​done​ ​nothing”​ ​

Pidge​ ​rounds​ ​on​ ​him all her pent up frustration​ finally exploding​“Thats’​ ​exactly​ ​it​ ​you’ve​ ​both​ ​done,​ ​nothing.​ ​And​ ​as​ ​much​ ​as​ ​you​ ​want to​ ​deny​ ​it​ ​Keith​ ​we’re​ ​a​ ​pack​ ​and​ ​what​ ​you​ ​did​ ​what​ ​you​ ​both​ ​did​ ​was​ ​super​ ​fucked.”​ ​Lance​ ​looks​ ​panicked​ ​“Don’t​ ​fight”​ ​Hes​ ​not​ ​heard​ ​the argument​ ​already​ ​escalating​ ​​ ​“As​ ​if​ ​you​ ​two​ are​ ​any​ ​better​ ​you​ ​took​ ​apart​ his ​burrow.”​ ​​ ​This​ ​is​ ​news​ ​to​ ​Lance​ ​and​ ​he​ ​jerks​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​them.​​ ​They​ ​really​ ​didn’t​ ​want​ ​him​ ​here​ ​did​ ​they?​ ​All​ ​this​ ​time​ ​hes​ ​been​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​things​ ​back​ ​to the​ ​way​ ​it​ ​was,​ ​was​ ​useless.​ ​He​ ​could​ ​laugh​ ​but​ ​that​ ​would​ ​just​ ​make​ ​him​ ​cry.​ ​He​ ​settles​ ​for​ ​an​ ​uneasy​ ​chuckle​ ​which​ ​is​ ​much​ ​more​ ​jarring than​ ​anything​ ​he​ ​could​ ​have​ ​done.​ ​“We​ ​need​ ​our​ ​blankets​ ​back​ ​Lance​ ​sorry​ ​we​ ​didn’t​ ​tell​ ​you.”​ ​​ ​He​ ​shakes​ ​his​ ​head​ ​and​ ​grins​ ​the​ ​fakest​ ​grin​ ​you could​ ​imagine​ ​even​ ​a​ ​baby​ ​could​ ​see​ ​that.​ ​“No​ ​sweat​ ​guys​ ​I​ ​shouldn’t​ ​have​ ​taken​ ​them​ ​in​ ​the​ ​first​ ​place.”​ ​He​ ​looks​ ​at​ ​the​ ​Princess​ ​an​ ​odd​ ​glint in​ ​his​ ​eye.​ ​“I’m​ ​sorry​ ​It​ ​is​ ​my​ ​fault,​ ​I’ll​ ​work​ ​harder​ ​I​ ​promise​ ​next​ ​fight​ ​we’ll​ ​form​ ​Voltron.”​ ​​ ​She​ ​doesn’t​ ​look​ ​convinced​ ​maybe​ ​even​ ​more confused​ ​than​ ​she​ ​was​ ​when than before​ ​the​ ​fight​ ​started.​ ​“Now​ ​if​ ​you​ ​don’t​ ​mind,​ ​I’m​ ​going​ ​to​ ​catch​ ​up​ ​on​ ​my​ ​beauty​ ​sleep.​ ​You​ ​don’t​ ​get​ ​sexiest​ ​man​ ​of the​ ​year​ staying awake all the time.​ ​​ ​And​ ​hes​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​as​ ​cocky​ ​as​ ​only​ ​Lance​ ​could​ ​pull​ ​off. 

A Few Check Please Characters as People Around My University, Part One
  • Jack: guy wearing the funniest tshirt I've ever seen, which just said "dry campus"
  • Shitty: the two dudes on my floor who got high in the bathroom across the hall from my room every night for a semester; one night I heard one of them declaring heartbrokenly "bro... I've got feelings"
  • Holster: the twelve guys sitting around me in the business school wearing different colors of the same vineyard vines outfit
  • Ransom: every bio student I've ever met just muttering "fuck orgo"
  • Bitty: my shakespeare professor who celebrated the last tragedy we read by bringing the class donuts
  • Nursey: that guy in every lit history who goes on long tangents about a book that wasn't assigned and half the class hasn't read
  • Chowder: the dude in january wearing basketball shorts due to intense denial about the weather
  • Lardo: the art student who makes an exhibit my art major-y friends bring me to that I don't understand

anonymous asked:

Just watched the Lorraine interview with Dan and... Nothing new there? He wasn't ready to be a dad, but who is, he asks rhetorically, he was surprised at Chiam but happy for them, he's looking forward to having Freddie and Bear in the same room, and when asked about a 1D reunion, he says he feels like a big brother proudly looking at the others' achievements, like Niall playing in a stadium or Harry standing next to Tom Hardy on a red carpet - very different tone from what Dan wrote before.

amazing

  • Matthew: come on, i didn't drink that much last night
  • Jason: you were flirting with Steph
  • Matthew: so what? she's my wife
  • Jason: you asked her if she was single
  • Stephanie: *yells from the next room* and cried when i said i wasn't!
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My game is groaning under the strain of this room. MUST ADD MORE THOUGH. I need to retexture the tree because those ugly star baubles are too gaudy.

I figured out what I’m doing with this too, it’ll be the annual Christmas ball where they invite all their tenants and business partners as well as their society friends. The gifts under the tree are what the guests bring to give to the poor folk for charitable holiday cheer.

You know what I need though, are some height-adjusted ballroom dancing poses? How is tiny Effie meant to dance with all her suitorsahemSullyahem without them? Ayyyy anyone up for it? I’ll be fond of you forever.