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my problem with the ‘harry becomes lord of 2/¾/5 ancient noble houses’ trope is so unbelievably petty because its that fic writers don’t take it to the potential extreme. like, okay, you wanna make harry the bossest of bitches i get that, i understand, i have that urge too from time to time, but c’mon, be a little more creative about it please

so how about a fic where harry goes to gringotts after the fighting is all over to try to make peace with the goblin nation because this boy does not need more problems and after much hostility and some groveling and promises of future payments for damages caused a plucky goblin lass comes and shuffles harry into her tiny cube office to discuss the nature of his financial situation

(this is a grave insult among goblins. getting handled by a female, first of all, because they are supposedly less capable bankers, hello misogyny among other species, and because they consider anyone who needs help with his money to be lower than cave scum. harry doesn’t know about his. and if he did, he wouldn’t care because he does, desperately, need help)

and plucky goblin lass (who we will call PGL for short) brings out this MASSIVE tome of parchment and slams it down on her desk. a cloud of dust rises. harry sneezes and gets a terrible feeling. some of the parchment is mildewing. the stack is taller than his hand is wide. this can only end badly

PGL tells him that he’ll need to read the entire book to fully comprehend the new scope of his property and harry kind of weakly says “what??”

and it turns out that heyo, when the death eaters swore to follow voldemort with all their lives and souls and magic in their little racist hearts they actually swore a modified liege lord oath which also has the coincidental side effect of ceding all titles (and property connected to said titles) held to the lord in question too. haha how funny who knew

and that’s an ongoing thing. so voldemort was the de facto head of two dozen magical houses at the beginning of the war and he just picked up more as he gained more followers and he probably could have just voted himself and his crew into every position of the government and run the country like that if he cared to do it but voldemort was not about dat political life. he wanted change and he wanted it now. he wanted to MAKE AMERICA MAGICAL BRITAIN GREAT AGAIN. so he started a civil war and just never informed his loyal death eaters of that little fact because they didn’t need to know.

and you might think that gringotts vaults are tied into bloodlines but they’re really not. the malfoy family vault belongs to whoever is the current head of the malfoy family. normally, that’s a malfoy and his malfoy spawn becomes the next head and so it passes through the family, accumulating inherited wealth. it was a working system until voldemort got involved and exploited the ever-living hell out of it.

now this all becomes harry’s problem because it turns out that Right of Conquest is an actual thing. what was voldemort’s is now his and voldemort has has the time to accumulate A Metric Fuck Ton of stuff.

also connected to titles are votes in the wizengamot. and whoo boy, this is where harry’s problem becomes really really really problematic. because the noble families squabble over those votes like children, hoarding them and passing them down, occasionally trading them for advantageous marriages and such, but mostly jealously guarding them like the politcal gold they are. it’s such a bitterly tight-fisted market that any one family has ~maybe~ three or  four votes.

and now harry bloody potter has a hundred of the things and a completely unintentional stranglehold on the government. whoops

and then hermione would shotput harry straight into the wizengamot against his protests and things would become so hilarious i just

some jerkass attempts to increase his own salary for doing basically nothing

“how about no,” harry and his hundred votes say.

somebody attempts to tighten restrictions on where magical creatures like vampires and werewolves can work

“how about no.” harry crosses his arms. “actually, how about we repeal those bullshit laws already in place that make it almost impossible for werewolves to get a job right now, hmmmm? and how about we put something in place to catch abusive owners of house elves? and make sure they get paid? and vacation days? and healthcare? actually how about we get healthcare for EVERYBODY HOW ABOUT T H A T?”

ten generations of purebloods cry out in horror. look upon him ye mighty and despair.

the years after voldemort’s defeat don’t go down in history as The Golden Era. in fact, thanks to harry bloody potter (and some incessant nudging by hermione granger), they go down as The Decade of Frankly Astonishing Strides Toward Equality *cough* enforced by a semi-plutocracy.

(all thanks to a third tier plot never really explored by a would-be dictator YOU’RE ALL WELCOME)

my ghost just tries to keep you warm 

adoribull, rated t, hurt/comfort. 

some nights are harder than others. thankfully, dorian is there for most of them. 


The Bull wakes with startling clarity and a hollow feeling carved into his chest.

He’s careful to regulate his breathing into the calm, deep breaths of sleep as he listens. It’s quiet, but not the deadly kind of quiet. He can hear the boots of the guards as they make their rounds and, if he listens carefully, the soft chatter of two people up late down the hall. Every soft sound of the night echoes back to him in a perfect rendition of normalcy.

He opens his eye. There’s nothing in the room.

He sighs, exhausted. Turns to look at Dorian, sound asleep in the Bull’s bed, his skin warm where it touches Bull’s elbow. Watches intently the slow rise and fall of his chest, the soft whistle of air that passes through the relaxed fit of his mouth. Bull reaches out, hesitantly, and lays a gentle hand on Dorian’s bare chest. Just to feel the steady beat of his heart. Just to be sure he’s safe.

Dorian doesn’t stir, and Bull relaxes. The thump of Dorian’s heart is strong and dependable in its pattern; just as familiar as the disorganized mess of his hair or the crooked tilt of his mustache. Just as familiar as the sight of Dorian in his bed, sleepy and affectionate and assuredly Dorian.

Dorian shifts, and Bull has a fleeting moment of embarrassment before Dorian blinks at him, says sleepily, “Bull?”

“Sorry.” Bull says. “Just checking on you.”

He moves to take his hand back. Dorian catches it, clumsy with sleep, and entwines their fingers. Places their joined hands back on his chest.

Bull feels that hollow feeling start to dissipate. Just a little.

Dorian rubs at his eyes and asks, “Can’t sleep?”

Bull shrugs, silent. He doesn’t want to say that this just happens. That sometimes the sleeplessness and overwhelming sense of dread dogs him for weeks at a time, makes him more paranoid, more anxious, more everything. Doesn’t want to say that now that he’s Tal Vashoth, he’s sure the soul sickness will eat at him until there’s nothing left but madness.

Doesn’t want to say sometimes all I can think about is the day I’m so far gone I don’t recognize you anymore.

Dorian studies him, gaze no less sharp despite being roused from sleep. His eyes linger on the shadows under Bull’s eye, travels down to the tension in his arms, to finally rest at the gentle tremor of his hands. Dorian meets his eye and says, quietly, “I want to be here for you, Bull.”

“Yeah.” Bull says. Then, “You are.”

The sudden swell of his throat and water in his eye prevents him from saying just how much Dorian is here for him, but that’s okay. He knows, Bull is sure. He hopes. 

Dorian shifts until he’s on his side facing Bull, and Bull lets his hand slide down to rest in the junction of Dorian’s hip. His hands won’t stop shaking.

 "Would you like to sneak down to the kitchens?” Dorian offers. “I’m sure we could bribe someone for bread and cheese.”

“Nah.” Bull says. His thumb rubs comforting circles against the warmth of Dorian’s skin. “Think I’ll just lay here for a while. You should get some more sleep.”

Dorian’s forehead wrinkles in his disagreement. The moonlight casts a gentle glow on his skin. The wetness in Bull’s throat lingers. He feels weirdly delicate.

And then Dorian stifles a yawn, says, “Fine. Lay back.”

Bull does. He settles against the pillow and tries not to cry when Dorian shuffles until he’s sprawled out across Bull’s chest, warm and soft and grounding. He winds his arms around the wide expanse of Bull’s neck, tucks his head under Bull’s chin. Bull lets out a watery laugh and buries his nose in the softness of Dorian’s hair, inhales the familiar scent of his shampoo. Dorian’s arms tighten around him.

Maybe it’ll be okay, Bull thinks. He wraps his arms around his bundle of sleepy ‘Vint, and thinks, maybe everything will turn out alright.

“Bull?” Dorian asks, quiet.

“Yeah?”

“Do wake me if you need anything.”

Bull smiles, presses a kiss to his hair. “I will, kadan.”

People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
ransom and holster get married the summer before their senior year
  • they decide not to change their names
    • birkholtz-oluransi is way too long for a jersey
    • so is oluransi-birkholtz obviously
    • also, two players with the same last name on the same line who are both captains? too confusing.
    • ransom has to fill out med school entrance exams and there are never enough boxes that he’d be able to put birkholtz-oluransi
      • sometimes he has to be O L U R A N S, J U S T I N
  • they obviously got married at niagara falls. they send pics to the grouptext and post them all over facebook
    • but
    • they forget to mention the marriage part
    • they’re so excited about all the other stuff they did that they just. forget
    • there are pictures from the actual wedding on the actual boat that goes under the falls
    • but they don’t send any of the ceremony just of them being incredibly happy, which is, honestly, not out of the ordinary
  • they asked the whole team to come up but they never explicitly said Come To Niagara Falls For Our Actual Wedding, just ‘hey you guys should all come up !!’
  • they wear their rings but after holster got a weird bruise on his hand from the ring when his hand got trapped between his body and the boards in their first practice, they wear them on necklaces
  • everyone knew they were gonna live together after graduation
  • the first time the guys realize they’re together, like a couple, never mind married is when they post a pic, kissing, showing off their rings, captioned ‘so grateful we get to be together for the rest of their lives’
    • the team is like CONGRATS BROS!!!! 
      • the guys all think r&h have just gotten engaged
      • but no one says the words ‘engaged’ or ‘married’ or ‘wedding’
      • so ransom and holster are like ‘thanks!!’ and they don’t say ‘it’s our first anniversary’ because they think everyone already knows that
      • bitty is internally like ‘do they know their rings are on the wrong hand!!! do i tell them????!!!!???’
  • eventually the guys are like ‘damn this is a long-ass engagement’
    • whiskey and tango have gotten together gotten married and adopted a child and ransom and holster are still engaged
    • chowder and farmer have three children and farmer got a master’s, a phd, and the first authorship on the discovery of a new kind of whale and ransom and holster are still engaged
    • they must be waiting until ransom’s got a solid position in his hospital and holtz is out of the nhl (it’s gotten better with lgbt athletes, what with jack and kent and a couple others, but it’s still not great, and holster’s good but not a wunderkind like jack or kent, so his being publicly gay might be messy)
  • the guys don’t actually figure out that ransom and holster are married until ten years after the fact
    • r&h invite everybody out to seattle for their tenth anniversary
    • everyone goes even though they’re like ‘uh. anniversaries are usually for weddings not engagements. but whatever these are our bros and we support them’
    • shitty gives them a bunch of tin and tells them to appropriate WASP marriage culture (bc, u know, one is Black, one is Jewish, neither of them are married)
    • lardo’s like ‘also it’s your ninth?? shitty’s getting tenth reunion emails, our tenth reunion and thus your tenth anniversary won’t be until next summer’
    • tango’s just like ‘are you guys ever gonna get married??’
  • ransom and holster are very confused
    • uh guys??? you know we’re married right?
    • i mean we’re not as Married TM as jack and bitty or god forbid chowder and farmer but… we are. definitely married
    • we’ve been married for a decade
    • we call each other our husbands
  • everyone: ‘WHAT THE FUCK WHEN DID YOU GET MARRIED????’
    • ‘i mean…. it’s in the title….. it’s our tenth anniversary…. so……. ten years ago’
  • bitty, shocked and horrified: ‘you didn”T INVITE ME TO YOUR WEDDING????????’
    • rans: ‘bro we did’
    • bitty: ‘you most certainly did not!’
    • holtz: ‘we invited all you guys?’
    • everyone: ‘lies, we never got invited to any wedding’
    • ‘we invited everyone up to niagara over the summer? nobody came which was kind of a bummer honestly’
  • lardo, who has been silently rethinking life: ‘but that means you would have been married our entire senior year’
    • holster: ‘you are not wrong’
    • ransom: ‘why did you think all the married students housing applications kept being delivered to the haus’
    • dex: ‘nursey and i were pretty sure it was because of chowder’
    • chowder: ‘i didn’t get married THAT early’
  • ransom and holster are forced to resort to pulling out their actual legal marriage certificates
    • both of them
    • from two countries
  • shitty needs to sit down and reevaluate his entire life
  • bitty is mortified that he never made them a wedding cake or a marriage pie or anything
  • whiskey walks in late to the discussion because he was changing his and tango’s daughter’s diaper
    • he silently hands over a card. it just says ‘happy ten years. niagara has never seen a stronger love’
    • whiskey has been fully aware that ransom and holster were married. 
    • for a decade.
  • he was actually their legal witness.
    • because he was the only one who shOWED UP THAT WEEKEND
    • he wasn’t even on the team
    • he still doesn’t know how he got added to the grouptext
    • he just showed up because he thought it was some kind of team bonding thing
    • his cousin john said he should go, said it would be ‘narratively entertaining’


tl;dr: ransom and holster got married and managed to accidentally not tell anyone on smh for ten entire years

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Drunk (K)Langst (Pt 2/2)

read this first

my first finished fic lmao

send help pls

langst turned klangst

Allura is the first to break the ice, “How did Lance even manage to acquire so much caljifian juice? I mean, it is not illegal, only five of the last planets we have visited sell it, and even then-”

“H-Hey, everybody,” Lance calls quietly from the doorway, a tired smile gracing his features. The smile turned into a frown, however, when his eyes landed on Shiro. As if a silent reminder of something upsetting, Lance’s entire body shifted into a different personality, suddenly serious and solemn. 

“I mean, what’s going on?” The blue paladin asks sternly. He draws himself closer to the team. Closer to the bottles that Shiro had dug out of his room. Hunk pushes himself as quickly and as subtly as he can in front of the bottles, blocking Lance’s view of them.

“Shiro-”

“What the fuck, Lance?” Keith screeches at the blue paladin before Pidge can make up some excuse.

The black paladin coughs into his hand, “Keith, maybe we should-”

“No! No, Shiro, I’m really interested in whatever excuse Lance has as to why he’d put this team in danger,” Keith demands accusingly.

Lance tilts his head in confusion. “Uh, what are you talking about?” he asks with an irritated lilt in his tone.

With a scoff, the red paladin shoves Hunk aside -alarmingly, he manages to scoot him over a few inches- and presents the stash of “juice” bottles that had been previously hidden under Lance’s bed. 

The Cuban’s eyes widen at the bottles newly presented. “Where did you get tho-”

“Where the fuck do you think, Lance? How dare you endanger your team like this, without our knowledge?” Keith sneers at his teammate.

Lance sneers right back, “Endangering you? Have you even been paying attention to my performance over the last few weeks? It’s improved a hell of a lot. You guys, apparently, didn’t have a problem with it. Oh, but now, oh, now you know I drink. So fucking what! I haven’t fucked up a mission since April! You guys should be happy! You all seemed to be fine with it, in fact, you preferred it when I was too drunk to flirt, too drunk to annoy you guys, too. Damn. Drunk. To fuck everything up!”

The yellow paladin flinches at the last word. “Lance, we’re not trying to-”

“Not trying to what?” Lance spits at the group, in the process he begins to feel Blue trying to calm him down. “No, Blue! We’ve been working way too hard to be getting this shit. You just want to be the center of attention now, don’t you, Keith?Now that I log more hours into the training room now, you’re feeling insecure about your position aren’t you? What’s the problem, now that I’m quiet and follow orders? Do you need entertainment? Is that what it is?” He advances, his long gait bringing him closer and closer to Keith until they’re nose to nose. 

“Are you intimidated, Keithy-boy?” 

Shiro pushes forward and splits the two apart. “That’s not what this is, Lance! Stop making this into a competition and listen to us for one damn second-”

“Oh? You mean like the way I’ve been listlessly listening to your commands and following them flawlessly for the past few months? Is that what you mean, Shiro?” Lance questions inquisitively. 

The leader of the group sighs in frustration. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean? What do you want me to do? This is the best I can do, Shiro! This… this is the best…” and just like that, Lance’s strong demeanor drops and it’s just the same vulnerable Lance who’s only safe place was behind his jokes. With that and his resolve gone, he is open and unsafe. Tears fall from his eyes carefully and slowly. The blue paladin drops to his knees and he stares into nothing. 

He feels the other paladins and patrons of the castle try to get a response from him. Even Blue urges him to wake from his blank state. 

When the rest of the team figure it’s no use, Keith immediately bends to pick him up. “Uh, Keith,” Allura shifts uneasily. “Maybe someone else should-”

“I’m going to be there when he wakes up,” the Korean interrupts. Promptly and hurriedly, he steps out of the lounge and heads for his friend’s room. 

Lance feels himself starts to drift, as Keith lays him down on his bed. He doesn’t, however, expect Keith to push him over and scoot in next to him. The raven haired boy rests his head atop his head and lays a quick kiss there. 

“I love you, Lance,” exclamation marks went off in Lance’s head, even in this state. “We all do.” And the exclamation marks are gone.

Keith wraps himself around the blue paladin, and for the first time in weeks, it felt safe. Safe enough for him to fall into a dreamless sleep.

“Lance,” a sing-song voice brought the tanned boy from his slumber.

Such a soft, yet masculine voice. “Mmh, Beka?”

“Uh, Lance,” the voice clears their voice. “Wrong fandom.”

Oops. “Erm, Shiro?” 

A soft sigh, “Close enough.”

Lance snickers to himself, “Keith, I know it’s you, I’m not that stupid.”

A short grunt and a slap later, the blue paladin finally opens his eyes. In front of him sits a concerned Keith, his eyes expectant. “Shiro is giving us the day, and..” he trails off. “We need to talk about things.”

Lance starts with a sigh, “Look, dude, I know you don’t care, so don’t-”

“Okay, Lance. First of all, no. Second, absolutely not what the fuck? I want you to do something for me, Lance,” Keith asks patiently, taking his friend’s hands in his own.

“Mkay,” Lance replies sleepily. 

“I want you to listen to me, and I want you take my words into consideration, okay?” The raven haired boy assures quietly.

With a nod of his head, the Cuban asks a final question. “Did we sleep in the same bed last night?”

Keith blushes deeply, completely caught off guard by the sudden inquiry. “I dunno what you’re talking about,” he mutters. “Anyways,” he begins with a clap of his hands. “Lance. When we first met, I thought you were a useless cargo pilot who was only as the Garrison to joke around.”

“Aren’t you supposed to make me feel better?” Lance sasses.

Keith presses his finger to the other’s lips. “Uh uh, you, listen.” Lance nods, allowing his friend to continue. “Anyways, that was my perception of you, and I didn’t think otherwise. Until we ran into each other saving Shiro. You were so obsessed with one-upping me that you saved his life. That’s either stupidity or passion, but I’m going to go with the latter. But that’s not all. You’ve proved time and time again that you will go out of your way to help your friends in need, even if it means you have to sacrifice yourself. No one,” Keith breathes, leaning forward just the slightest bit. “No one can ask for a better friend than you, Lance McClain.”

With a raised eyebrow, Lance ponders aloud, “Friend?”

The raven haired boy freezes in place, the possibilities racing through his mind. The blue paladin tilts his head inquisitively, causing Keith to turn the corners of his lips into a full-fledged, bright smile. “Among other things.”

This is the day Keith and Lance share their first kiss. 

Among other things. 

“Despair is but a nightmare; open your eyes, and it will be gone.” @occasionally-wooper

god on this website as soon as someone makes a mistake everyone starts descending on them like vultures as if they themselves have never done anything wrong in their lives like? ok yea there’s some people who fuck up and continue to make the same mistakes w/o any remorse and that’s. Unfortunate & screw them lmao but when there’s someone who has messed up BUT they’ve also taken responsibility for their actions & are actively trying to rectify their mistakes, they’re still attacked?? what’s up with that?? and also a lot of times people can get pretty vicious when trying to tell someone why their actions were harmful which isn’t any better?? do you guys really not see anything wrong w continuing to harass & threaten someone after they’ve made a genuine attempt to make things better lmao… obv this is situational but damn get off your high horse

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F.R.E.S & H ’til death

F.R.E.S & H what’s left

F.R.E.S & H everybody say

Things that are so so
Are too ordinary for me
Now I need something newer than new
Let me switch it up
This place is filled with things
That you like

Change the color that’s the same every day
Today’s homage is chameleon
We all have different young souls and lives
From the start,
We’ve played together
DJ, spin it more
No pretense here, it’s natural
Organic 100%
Let’s go get’em get’em

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Your sleeping sixth sense
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Everybody say fresh
I’m 365 so fresh

And you can take it
Just nod and follow me
I can take it, it’s not hard
Hurry and follow me, shake your head
Keep it up, shake your head

On this endless night, even the moon is drunk
Your sleeping sixth sense
Will open its eyes because of me
Player champagne showtime

I’m 365 so fresh, from A to Z
Whatever I do, I get a feeling
I’m 365 so fresh, feels like
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Whatever I do, I get a feeling
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Every single person do the dance till the end

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Love Letters- Hansol (Vernon) Fluff (Highschool!AU

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog

Request: Hi! Can you do an imagine where the reader is extremely shy and so is hansol but they manage to talk through notes. Soon they start gaining confidence and talk to each other more and they notice they like each other. Can it be a highschool au as well?? Sorry if this is too vague!

Word Count:1154

Member/Group: Hansol of SEVENTEEN

Summary: ‘Whenever I see you, I can’t ever speak, so I wrote it down instead.’

A/N: I am having an amazing day and I just had to write! I mean, I actually got asked to a dance at my school by a boy that I’ve known for a while and now I’m just a bit jumpy I guess.

Author: seventeen-central’s Admin Cloud (I’m going to begin signing all my imagines to avoid confusion!)


 “Hello, students. Bring out your journals, today we will be writing short stories.” Mrs. Park finished writing the assignment on the board before going to enter grades into her computer.

 You quickly turned your seat to look behind you at the boy you had become well acquainted with over the school year. His dark, hazelnut eyes glanced up as a smile played on his lips. A warm, pink blush tinted your cheeks before you gathered your things. Without Mrs. Park even noticing, you tip toed and slid into the empty seat next to the quiet boy.

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Triple H
365 FRESH

English Lyrics


F.R.E.S & H so fresh
F.R.E.S & H ’til death
F.R.E.S & H what’s left
F.R.E.S & H everybody say

Things that are so so
Are too ordinary for me
Now I need something newer than new
Let me switch it up
This place is filled with things
That you like

Change the color that’s the same every day
Today’s homage is chameleon
We all have different young souls and lives
From the start, we’ve played together
DJ, spin it more
No pretense here, it’s natural
Organic 100%
Let’s go get’em get’em

One look and you can see
I’m the A to Z for you
Your sleeping sixth sense
Will open its eyes because of me
Player Champagne Showtime

I’m 365 So fresh, from A to Z
Whatever I do, I get a feeling
I’m 365 So fresh, feels like
We’re flying in the sky, so free

I’m 365 So fresh, from now on
Everybody say fresh, all time
Everybody say fresh, 0 to 100
Everybody say fresh
I’m 365 So fresh

And you can take it
Just nod and follow me
I can take it, it’s not hard
Hurry and follow me, Shake your head
Keep it up, Shake your head

On this endless night, even the moon is drunk
Your sleeping sixth sense
Will open its eyes because of me
Player Champagne Showtime

I’m 365 So fresh, from A to Z
Whatever I do, I get a feeling
I’m 365 So fresh, feels like
We’re flying in the sky, so free
I’m 365 So fresh

F.R.E.S & H so fresh
F.R.E.S & H ’til death
F.R.E.S & H what’s left
F.R.E.S & H

I’m 365 So fresh, from A to Z
Whatever I do, I get a feeling
I’m 365 So fresh, feel good till the end
Every single person do the dance till the end

I’m 365 So fresh, from now on
Everybody say fresh, all time
Everybody say fresh, 0 to 100
Everybody say fresh
I’m 365 So fresh