front of the crowd

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that’s a creepy level of dedication to propaganda.

I’M 100% EXAGGERATING its just like…something will happen and the next time he says something it’s like *smiles smugly* “and since we don’t have that problem, that’s why canada is such a beautiful and excellent place to live. happy [insert name of absolutely any holiday from any cultural group here]. our universal acceptance for one another is what makes our country so strong and perfect” 

like he’s a good speaker but he does this like,,,Condescending Soothing Leader Voice™ and he’s mostly ok when in front of a big crowd but the second he’s looking directly into a camera with canadian flags in the background i feel like i might be being held hostage 

every time i expend energy to look for art sources i feel a little less human, a little more like a discarded cicada shell

anyway who else here likes to think about all the monsters living in castlevania living together and interacting and nudging each other trying to force someone to the front of the crowd to ask dracula to add, like, a basketball court or something to the castle, cuz arena fighting is ok but we want to not die every time we want to play a game w our pals

How to Care for an Introvert

1. Respect their need for privacy and to spend time on their own.

2. Be careful never to embarrass them in public.

3. When they are in a new situation, allow them to stand back, and watch what’s going on.

4. Allow them time to process what you’re asking or saying. Don’t demand an answer right away.

5. Be patient if they hesitate to find the right words – and never interrupt while they are speaking.

6. If you are going to change or cancel plans, give them plenty of prior notice.

7. Allow them to practice and perfect skills alone.

8. Correct or challenge them privately – never in front of an audience.

9. Don’t force them to hang out with a crowd of people, or expect them to amass a lot of friends. A few good friends is more comfortable for them.

10. Don’t try to turn them into an extrovert. Respect them for being exactly who they are.

Risking it all in a glance

“Draco… Draco.” 

His father’s voice sounded strained, almost like a scared whisper. He hesitantly stretched out his arm, his hand balled into a fist. Draco swallowed hard as several heads turned towards him, watched him. He was sure they all expected him to walk across the courtyard without hesitation. It was where he belonged after all.

All these years he had done as his father had said. He hadn’t defied him once. But now, everything in him screamed to stay where he was, not to go to his father. It came too late. What was the point in defying him now?

Harry Potter was dead. There was no hope left.

“Draco.”

Draco’s eyes darted to his mother. Her voice rang through him and immediately found its way to his heart, squeezing it violently. She took a step forward, smiling at him almost sadly.

“Come.”

Hesitating only a second longer, Draco started moving, his head bowed. He didn’t dare to look anyone in the eye.

Harry Potter was dead. What was the point in fighting?

Draco’s body went rigid when the Dark Lord enveloped him in his arms.

“Well done, Draco,” he whispered into his ear. Draco thought he was going to be sick. Silently, he made his way to his parents, avoiding his father’s waiting arms and grasping his mother’s hand instead.

He tried to suppress a sob when his eyes fell on Potter’s lifeless body, held tight by the half-giant. It made him want to scream, to sink to his knees and beg the heavens to return him. What were they supposed to do without Potter now? What was Draco supposed to do without him?

For the rest of his life, he would be haunted by the knowledge that the last time he had seen Harry Potter alive, the Gryffindor had saved his life, had saved him from the Fiendfyre. And what had Draco done? He had simply grabbed his wand when it had fallen out of Potter’s hand and had made a run for it.

His hand tightened around the wood, making his knuckles go white. It didn’t even feel like his wand anymore. It only reminded him of what he had done. It disgusted him.

He could barely listen as Longbottom stepped forward and told them it didn’t matter that Potter was dead. His heart gave another violent squeeze. He wished he could go back in time. Draco doubted it was in his power to save Potter, but he should have at least told him that he… that he…

Draco saw something sparkly out of the corner of his eyes when suddenly chaos erupted. Longbottom was holding something; it looked like a sword. Draco looked around, taking in the shocked faces of the Death Eaters. That’s when he finally saw it; Potter, jumping out of the half-giant’s arms. In this mere second, Draco’s whole world shifted. It was as if time was standing still. Potter was crouching on the ground, his face full of determination.

Draco’s mind was completely blank. He didn’t think, he didn’t question it when his feet started moving of their own accord.

“Potter!” His voice was choked, desperate. The feeling only intensified when their eyes met. Draco hadn’t thought he’d ever see those eyes again. It made him shiver. He didn’t think about repercussions, about what his parents would say, what the Dark Lord might do to him. How could he, when Harry Potter was alive?

Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted his arm above his head and threw his wand with all his might. His heart hammered wildly against his chest as he watched Potter catch it mid-air.

They were saved. He was saved.

Even though relief flooded through him, at this point, Draco really didn’t care what happened to him anymore. He had experienced what it meant to lose  nearly everything.

Harry Potter was alive and that was all that mattered.


So, quick intermission because there’s this song you could listen to real quick. Yes, this was indeed inspired by a song originally sung by the Backstreet Boys lol. BUT can you honestly listen to it and tell me this is not one of the most drarry songs you’ve ever heard? I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed before! So, with that in mind, the story continues…


It was quick, fleeting, but it made Harry stop dead, the air completely knocked out of his lungs. Grey eyes, hesitant, sad, locked with his.

Someone bumped into him, breaking the eye contact. Harry whirled around, the shopping bag in his hand hitting the wizard beside him in the back.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled. He quickly turned his head back down Diagon Alley, searching for grey eyes but there were just too many people.

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Alright my guys, listen up. I’m just really fucking proud of Sansa Stark, okay? Like so beyond belief, amazing fucking proud of her. No one, literally no one has been through more shit on this show time and time again and still come out on the the other side a more resilient woman. She’s gone from a naive little girl, to a political prisoner, to an abuse victim, to the LADY OF WINTERFELL IN CHARGE OF HER HOME WHILE THE KING IN THE NORTH IS AWAY.

SHE HAD TO STAND IN FRONT OF A CROWD OF PEOPLE AND WATCH AS HER OWN FATHER WAS WRONGFULLY BEHEADED WHEN SHE WAS STILL A KID. SHE HAD TO LIVE OUT HER DAYS SURROUNDED BY THE VERY PEOPLE THAT KILLED HIM AND MURDERED HER FAMILY AS THEY TREATED HER LIKE SCUM AND BEAT HER FOR EVERY OTHER WORD OUT OF HER MOUTH. SHE HAD TO LEARN TO HOLD HER TONGUE AND PRETEND TO BE HAPPY JUST TO STAY ALIVE. SHE GOT A BRIEF MOMENT OF HOPE BEFORE SHE WAS MARRIED OFF TO ANOTHER LANNISTER AS A POLITICAL MOVE. SHE ESCAPED KINGS LANDING AND FINALLY GAINED HER FREEDOM BEFORE BEING SOLD OFF TO ANOTHER HOUSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BUTCHERING OF HER FAMILY FOR CLAIM OVER WINTERFELL. SHE WAS RAPED AND BEATEN AND DRAGGED THROUGH THE GUTTER EVERY SINGLE DAY BECAUSE OF HER NAME. SHE THOUGHT HER ENTIRE FAMILY WAS DEAD AND SHE WAS ALONE AND STUCK TO LIVE OUT HER DAYS BEING BRUISED BY HER “HUSBAND”. SHE WAS PASSED AROUND BETWEEN HER OWN ENEMIES, SURROUNDED BY TRAITORS AND MURDERERS.

BUT THAT GIRL DIDNT LET IT TAKE AWAY WHO SHE WAS. SHE NEVER GAVE UP ALL HER TIME IN KING’S LANDING. SHE LEARNED WHAT SHE COULD ABOUT POLITICAL STRATEGY AND DECIET AND USED IT TO STAY ALIVE. SHE LEARNED HOW TO PLAY THE GAME OF THRONES, HOW TO PLAY THE ROLE OF AN INNOCENT GIRL TO SURVIVE. SHE SASSED THE LANNISTERS EVERY CHANCE SHE HAD. SHE HELD ON TO HER TITLE AS A STARK AND HER RIGHT TO WINTERFELL AND SHE REMAINED BRAVE IN THE FACE OF CERTAIN FAILURE. SHE JUMPED OFF A CASTLE WALL INTO THE SNOW TO ESCAPE HER ABUSER. SHE WADED THROUGH A FREEZING CREEK TO OUTRUN DOGS. SHE LOOKED HER CAPTOR IN THE EYE AND TOLD HIM SHE WAS NOT AFRAID. SHE FOUGHT HER WAY BACK TO HER FAMILY AND MOVED TO TAKE BACK HER HOME FORM ITS INVADERS. SHE RODE INTO BATTLE TO LOOK HER RAPIST AND ABUSER RIGHT IN THE EYE AND TELL HIM THAT HE WAS GOING TO DIE AND HE HAD NO CONTROL OVER HER. SHE BROUGHT THE KNIGHTS OF THE VALE TO THE BATTLE OF THE BASTARDS AND SAVED THE NORTHERN ARMIES. SHE FED THAT SAME RAPIST TO HIS OWN HUNTING HOUNDS AND SMILED AS HE DIED. SHE CONTINUES TO ADVISE JON EVEN IF NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO HER OPINIONS. SHE HAS THE LOYALTY OF THE NORTH BUT REFUSES TO TAKE THE TITLE OF QUEEN BECAUSE IT IS JON’S PLACE. SHE’S STILL DOING THE BEST SHE CAN AND TRYING TO KEEP HER FAMILY TOGETHER AND ALIVE AND NO ONE IS APPRECIATING HER FOR IT OR TAKING HER SERIOUSLY BUT THAT DOESNT STOP HER FROM TRYING HER BEST.

YALL… I’m just… she has been through the most shit of anyone and she’s still here and she’s so far from the little girl that just wanted to marry a prince she was in the beginning and you have no idea how emotional I am about this. Sansa Stark is literally the strongest character on this show and she deserves all the respect and praise in the world and I just love her so much and that’s the kind of strength and resilience I aspire to possess. 

"Please! Stop it! All of you!"

Thanks to McGonagall’s goal of house unity, Harry was sitting in a room full of gryffindors, ravenclaws, hufflepuffs, and slytherins. After one too many fights between himself and Malfoy, McGonagall declared a party between all the upperclassmen (Years 6 and up). It was meant to be an innocent, let’s stop trying to kill each other, party. That changed when someone brought alcohol into the mix. Everyone should know alcohol and gryffindors so not mix.

Seamus was on a table with his shirt off, dancing to music that wasn’t there. On the side you could see Dean watching him with a glazed look on his face. Lavender was going around kissing everyone person, regardless of house or gender. Ron was giving a piggy-back ride to a giggling Hermione. They kept swaying back and forth and Harry thought it might be a good idea to stop them before they got hurt.

As he got up to do just that, he heard something behind him that made him feel a chill that ran to his bones.

“They may as well just bring people straight from Azkaban to this school. Letting death-eater scum like you in,” a boy said. Harry thought it sounded awfully like Micheal Corner. He turned to see Malfoy staring down Micheal with his teeth clenched. His heart ached at the sight. Micheal shoved Malfoy slightly back, and before Harry knew it, he was stalking up to them and drawing his wand.

In a blink of an eye, Micheal was laying on the floor, a full body binding curse keeping him in place. Malfoy looked down at his body and then up again to meet Harry’s face. If possible, his face became harder than it was before. Harry gulped as Malfoy stepped up to him.

“I can handle myself, Potter,” Malfoy spat. Anger was swimming in his eyes and for a moment, Harry couldn’t look away.

“I’m sure you can, Malfoy. I’ve wanted to do that to that little gut since fifth year. It isn’t about you,” Harry snapped back. He let his jaw clench and his hands formed fists at his sides.

Pansy stepped up next to Malfoy and said, “Leave us alone Potter. None of us want to see your ‘heroics’ tonight.”

Harry could feel a crowd forming. He was regretting making such a scene.

“Is there a problem, Harry?” Dean asked. He had stepped up to back up Harry, along with Seamus (still shirtless), Ron, Ginny, and Luna. Though, Luna didn’t seem to notice the tension; Harry assumed she was following her girlfriend, Ginny.

Harry opened his mouth to say 'No,’ but someone else spoke before he could.

“There wouldn’t be if Savior boy would just mind his own damn business,” a new voice, Blaise Zabini, said. Harry looked back to Malfoy to see apprehension clouding his gaze. Neither of them wanted this. There was more slytherins and gryffindors coming up to face each other. Alcohol had made everyone more confrontational it seemed.

Harry wasn’t sure who casts first, but soon hexes and jinxes were flying throughout the room. Instinctively, Harry cast a Protego charm to surround him and Draco. Draco who had wide eyes and a look of fear in his face.

“Hey,” Harry said softly.

“Harry,” Draco said in an apologetic tone. Harry nodded in understanding. He took down the protective shield and held his wand up. They began to cast spell at each, all “missing” their intended target.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry cast and Draco’s wand shot out of his hand and towards him. Harry gave a small apologetic smile that only Draco could see and then turned to see the utter chaos around them. Distracted, he don’t see Draco move towards him. He reached for his wand and then they were struggling. They were so close. If Harry moved just a little closer… but no, he couldn’t do that.

Right as Draco regained contour of his wand, Hermione’s voice sprung out into the room, “Please! Stop it! All of you!” Everyone froze at the witches words. No one wanted to cross the brightest with of their age.

As everyone stared at Hermione, Harry’s me Draco stared at each other. Millions of thoughts and emotions running across both their faces. Harry wished with all he had that he could just move and close the small gap between them. It was only a couple of inches. They stared into each other’s eyes and Harry saw Draco give the smallest of nods.

“You guys act like you’re five years old! The war is over, if you haven’t noticed. We all need to grow up and move on. No more animosity. It’s childish and-” Hermione cut off with a gasp, staring at Harry.

Harry who was snogging Draco Malfoy on the other side of the room.

Everyone followed her gaze. Their was an eruption of disgusted sounds, exclamations, and even cheers. Harry and Draco didn’t stop.

“Alright everyone,” Hermione called, gaining everyone’s attention once more. “I think it’s time to go to our dormitories and get some sleep.”
To everyone’s dismay, she filed everyone out and placed a quick silencing charm on the room they just exited.


“Harry,” Draco gasped, breaking the kiss. They stared at each other in disbelief for a few seconds. Looking around, they saw that they were alone.

“I think we just came out to everyone,” Harry said. Draco’s eyes widened in realization.

“Oh god,” he let out. His breathing was becoming shallow and Harry quickly released him.

“Hey breathe,” Harry said. “Count with me: 1, 4, 7…”

Draco counted with him all the way to 100 and the. 200. His heart was till beating rapidly, but his breathing was slowly returning to normal.

“Do we need to try something else?” Harry asked. Draco nodded fervently and Harry took a calming breath.

“Okay let’s breath in long and slow,” Harry said and Draco did. “Feel the tension in your muscles.” Draco focused on the tenseness of his body.

“Now breathe out slowly, allowing the tension to leave your body. Tell your body relax and focus on loosening your body,” Harry said. He did it as Draco did.

“Do this until you feel better,” Harry instructed and Draco followed through everything again. After about five times, his body felt more relaxed. His breathing was normal and although his heartbeat wasn’t exactly normal, it was slower.

“Better?” Harry asked. Draco nodded and moved towards him. His arms opened to accommodate Draco and they embraced.

“Everything will be okay. It’ll be crazy at first, but soon they’ll get another piece of gossip and leave is alone,” Harry soothed. Draco hummed.

“It’ll be okay,” Harry said.

Crazily enough, it was okay, because they were together.

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remus lupin - “Did you like question ten, Moony?“ asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
“Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.”
“D'you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
“Think I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin…”  

this is one of the worst headlines ive ever read.absolutely cursed. hexed.lets start with the concept . a man jacked off (beat his meat. played with his trombone. rubbed the eiffel tower) in the middle of a theater while watching the film emoji movie. horrifying and reveals a lot about who this man really is. second of all the image of this man. its blurry, jpegged, and vertical. i feel like he’d enter my home and shatter my bones, killing me instantly. third of all, the fact the police are going to arrest this man for jacking off during the emoji movie. fourth of all there was witnesses. he didnt do this is an empty theater, no, he just spanked his little piggy in a crowded theater in front of people. completely surreal. he is a disgusting man with no standards but he’s also brave. anyway i fucking hate the emoji movie and the fear it brought with it

Never forget the time a dude (Sir Charles Algernon Parsons, to be exact) got so mad at his country’s navy (The British Royal Navy, to be exact) for ignoring him that he built a ship that went 34.5 knots, and drove it around their battleships during a national Navy review. 

“ Parsons’ ship turned up unannounced at the Navy Review for Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee at Spithead, on 26 June 1897, in front of the Prince of Wales, Lords of the Admiralty and foreign dignitaries. As an audacious publicity stunt, Turbinia, which was much faster than any ship at the time, raced between the two lines of navy ships and steamed up and down in front of the crowd and princes, while easily evading a Navy picket boat that tried to pursue her, almost swamping it with her wake.” (X) (X)

Little back story on this photo.  See those bottles of hand sanitizer?  Mark had been out squirting it into peoples hands (the queue was in front of the table).  The crowd starting clapping and cheering when Mark walked in back of the table so he held up the bottle.  He thought they were cheering him and his sanitizer.  What he didn’t see was Wade taking selfies with the crowd. 

That is what the boys are laughing about, Mark is pointing at the bottle in his had and announced his mistake.

PAX West 2016: Autograph session

(maybe you had to be there)

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Leave Right Now - Harry Styles Imagine

Being back in Holmes Chapel was nice, lovely really. Even after all these years, touring the world and living in LA, Harry felt at home here. He’s smiling while driving through the back streets. He sees his old school and the bakery, then he makes it to his parents house where his family is awaiting his arrival.

“I can’t believe you’re home,” Anne grins while welcoming her son. Harry’s face squishes up against the side of her head as she hugs him tightly.

“Missed ya too mum,” he mumbles before the hug ends. “It’s nice to be here, no where to run off to tomorrow,” Harry states as he looks at his step dad and sister Gemma waiting for an embrace too.

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Dungeons & Dragons: Adventure Prompts

 1. Traveling through a particularly dense part of an elder forest, the adventurers come across eery, man-sized totems fashioned from animal bone, furs and hide looming over the roadside. Though dead and motionless, its almost as if there were eyes watching them from the dark, hollow sockets, following their every move.
They come across a small but heavily fortified village, a few simple cottages hiding behind a tall, wooden wall. The inhabitants wear grim and weary expressions on their faces and all are armed to the teeth. Salt is laid out in front of every doorframe and window board and talismans to ward off evil hang over every doorstep.
When questioned about the totems lining the road outside, the villagers seem to fall into complete and utter terror.
Then the lights of the village suddenly go out.

 2. TROLLS! IN THE DUNGEON! TROLLS IN THE DUNGEON

 3. A new religion has been founded and it is already passing pamphlets and sending heralds and priests to voice the new scripture out to the people. All’s well, you can never have enough gods to worship and blame for all your troubles in your life.
There’s only one problem.
Their new deity happens to be an ancient red dragon.

4. An elder entity from beyond space and time has been watching our adventurers for quite some time and finds their actions of chaotic heroics highly amusing. So much so, it decides to kidnap them and have them run through a dungeon of terror and geometric madness for its entertainment, promising three wishes to the victor.
Victor. Singular.

 5. An accident in an alchemists lab caused the many hundreds of potions stored inside to be shattered and their liquid contents to vaporize and spread and mingle in the form of a multicolored gaseous cloud that is now covering the town and infecting its inhabitants with random arcane effects.

6. A town painted in bloody smiles, an ivory altar rising from obsidian tiles
  Their eyes so hollow, as their god they follow
  To bring forth the lamb for the slaughter, all to appease to his eternal laughter
  They welcome you with open arms, and hide the bodies under the soil of their farms
  They wait for you to sleep so tight, then they slit your throat the same night.

7. The Vassa'li-Estate, once the proud and shining home of an old noble family, now stands abandoned and grey amidst its rotting lands.
Locust swarms surround the building and feast on the flesh of those poor foolish enough to set foot on the family estate, while the river that springs forth from a source on the Vassa'li lands has become as deadly toxin, poisoning the surrounding soil of the farmland, driving its inhabitants away.
They say the Vassa'li have broken the sacred laws of hospitality, and that the gods are punishing them for their transgression.
But what really lurks beneath the estate does not swear its allegiance to a divine curse…

8. They are there. You know they are. They creep behind the walls and crawl through the shadows of your home. They hide under your children’s beds, grinning and licking the drivel off their teeth.
Their arms are long and their hands are strong, as they take your child out of its crib and vanish into the night.
They dwell in the forests, under crooked roots and in dark leaved trees, their eyes lit with deceitful innocence and their smiles wide and sharp.
They wear crowns of thorns and berries, their faces as fair as a dying summer.
They are known as the lords and ladies. The Fair Folk. Fey or Fae.
They are beautiful. They are amicable. They are promising. They are gifting.
But they are not nice.
They are not good.
They are the Fair Folk, and they are coming.

9. Every night, people vanish. Old and young, strong and weak, poor and rich. They are robbed off the streets, out of the safety of their homes, always in the shadow of the night.
The only signs of a culprit even existing are the ripped off doors and foot-shaped craters in the stone roads and the cracks in the walls of the large, shovel-like hands heaving the creature’s way up the buildings.
The city does not dare to sleep. The guards too terrified and understaffed to deal with this creature. But one thing they know.
The creature is multiplying.

10. Ever since the Blood Moon rose above the village, madness has been spreading like a plague. Randomly does a villager stop dead in their tracks, gaze up at the dark-veined sky and laugh at the grinning moon, gouging out their eyes with their own fingers while screaming in a language foreign to this and any other world.
And the Blood Moon, it hangs there, watching and grinning and feasting on the madness, its insides bulging and boiling - ready to give birth to a new Child of the Far Elder Realms.

11. One of the party members comes across a mysterious goliath gentlemen, who offers them the opportunity of a lifetime, presenting them with a strange deck of cards and ushers them to pick a single card from it.

12. A rift to the Elemental Plane of Water opens in the middle of a green valley, flooding it and the surrounding landscape with currents of ocean water and spilling all sorts of elemental creatures forth into the world - and threatens to drown the entire land if it is not closed.

13. An ancient Vampire seeks final death - but his hunger for blood has corrupted his mind to such primal thoughts that he can barely even remember his name. In desperation, he sends a servant with notices into the nearby towns, putting an anonymous contract on his own head.

14. One of the town’s graves has upturned in the night - the grave of a man that died through a horrible accident. But now his course stalks the night as a revenant and seeks out vengeance against his murderer.

15. The heroes notice that curious posters have appeared throughout the land - and discover, that a playwright has apparently started to adapt their adventures for the stage! As they visit one of the plays, they discover that unfortunately, the playwright chose to ridicule a long-term enemy of the party in his adaptation, and now this enemy seeks grim satisfaction against the playwright.

16. A powerful Lich has awoken from his centuries-long slumber and seeks to further his arcane knowledge and magic experiments. The heroes hear of this, and rush to end this potential threat…
Only to discover that the Lich has apparently applied as a lecturer at an esteemed arcane university, and is thus as a member of this facility and protected by its sanctioned laws.

17. A glabrezu, a heinous treachery demon has taken on the shape of a deva and is guiding a solitary village down the path of corruption, disguised as wisdoms and commands of the gods.

18. A young humanoid approaches the party, face hidden under a cowl. They ask the adventurers in aid of finding their parents, whom they have lost sight of a long time ago. When asked to reveal their face first, the humanoid reveals the glowing eyes of a celestial and the dark, curved horns of a fiend.

19. The party is approached by a harvester devil, who promises them a wish if they aid him in claiming the overdue soul of a wizard, who plans to escape their contract by turning into a Lich.

20. A succubus has opened a lucrative business in the royal city, her customers including several high-ranking members of the court. Using her charm and skills of persuasion, the succubus goes on to sell information to both cults of demons and darchdevils.
Now, two representatives of both cults, one demon, one devil, approach the party and bid them to kill the succubus and extract whatever information she may have on the other cult.

21. A crafty bunch of imps have infested the holy temple of a good-aligned deity and start turning the residing friars and paladins against each other with their pranks, whispers and invisible shenanigans.

22. A high-ranking pit fiend appears out of nowhere in front of the party. But, instead of attacking, he goes on his knees and asks for redemption…

23.  A letter has been sent to bards and musicians throughout the land! An ancient copper dragon and self-called lover of the fine arts announces that he is about to host the greatest musical competition of all time: Whoever writes him the most beautiful song and performs it in front of him and the assembled crowd, shall receive a great, legendary artifact in the dragon’s possession.

24. Good is not soft. It is a fact that applies to many of the metallic dragons, as their sense of good and evil and the means necessary to do the one and end the other is vastly different from that of most mortals. A group of bronze dragons has therefor decided that the only way to achieve peace in the world, would be by subjugating the mortal races under their benevolent rule.

25. Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons. A well known idiom and wisdom that the common folk adhere to. Such an idiom apparently does not exist for the dragon’s themselves, as a young copper dragon believed it to be funny to steal two objects from the horde of two chromatic dragons and hide them in the other’s horde, laughing as the two chromatic drakes in their fury do battle over the landscape - and causing heavy casualties amongst the poor people that are helplessly stuck between them.

26. Storm clouds gather and brew above the endless desert. A mysterious, blue haired stranger appears in the city of a wealthy sultan and bends the knee, proposing for the sultan’s eldest child’s hand in marriage. As the sultan refuses, the mysterious stranger angrily reveals his true form, that of an ancient blue dragon and carries the sultan’s child off to his lair. A typical damsel in distress-quest, nothing new to hard-boiled adventurers…
But under the golden facade of the sultan’s palace hides rot and deceit, and the sultan’s child does not seem too eager to return to their father…

27. After hundreds of years, a terrible doom has awakened under the ice of the northern islands. A terrible white archdrake, a beast of primordial winter and elemental fury, its mere presence causes summer itself to turn into the coldest winter. Soon, it will spread its eternal blizzard all over the world.

28. A city under siege - a chromatic dragon of great size and strength furiously lashes out against the city walls. The citizens ask the adventurers to slay the beast, but when confronted, the dragon reveals its true intention: To save their child, held captive as an exotic pet by the king.

29. The Hobgoblins have decided to play against the rules of land-based warfare and have taken to the seas, building an entire armada of ships under the command of their new Warchief.
Yet, when  one vessel of their fleet is one day captured and the crew questioned, not only is the ship empty of loot or even rations besides of weaponry and the Hobgoblin soldiers seem to babble only of one thing:
“The Deep Lord.”

30. A drunken sailor comes up to the party and tries to sell them some trinkets and garbage he fished out of the sea. Next to broken compasses, an old cutlass and some sea-glass baubles however, there is a shining, round stone stone as big as one’s head, pearl-like and shimmering.
And there’s something moving inside.

31. On a travel over sea, a terrible storm breaks out, capturing the ship the party travels on and shattering it against the rocky shore of a small island near the mainland.
As the party awakes, not only do they find their means of travel and return destroyed, but the coast of the mainland steadily growing smaller in the distance, as the small island swims away with them on it.

32.  Hiring afoot! The captain of a harboring ship recently lost their crew after a falling out and is now seeking a replacement. The goal? A fabled island in the far east, where according to old documents the captain has discovered, an ancient temple to a forgotten deity lies in hiding…

33. There are rumors going about of a shipment of actual dragon eggs having appeared on the black market, sold by an individual known as Kaveth Dyr.

34. An infamous criminal has escaped from prison where he was awaiting his execution. The town guard warn the population that the criminal was once a study of the magic school of Illusions - meaning he could be hiding anywhere or as anyone.

35. One of the temples of the gods has been desecrated - offensive graffiti smeared in goat-blood on the wall, feces stains on the doorstep, and symbols of the deity’s divine rival are hung over its gate.
The priests are now seeking aid in finding the culprit, before the angry planetar that  is currently residing within the temple and was send by the deity starts rampaging through the town.

36. A rat plague is rampaging through the town - not rats as in tiny vermin, but bloody huge, spike-sprouting, rabid Dire Rats as big as dogs.

37. A rich noblewoman is looking into expanding her collection of ancient artifacts and scriptures - promising a grand reward for any adventurers willing to retrieve or sell such artifacts to her.
Such a shame that these adventuring parties often never return from the same ruin she always sends each team to…

38. Over the course of the last three weeks, several of the young women of the village have gone missing. The party is hired to look into the mysterious disappearances, only to see that the women weren’t being kidnapped, but saved…

39. A young wizard has set up shop in the village and is promptly being swarmed by the locals for all sorts of potions and spells and charms to aid them in their every-day business. At first business goes well, but very soon things change as the various charms and potions show weird, nasty side-effects on the villagers…

40. Ominous calls and whispers echo through the night, sending chills down the people’s spine and causing the hooting of nightly owls to shush. In the morning there is much uproar and panic, as the villagers find the old graveyard entirely uprooted - every single grave desecrated and empty.

41. Near a small fishing village, a coven of sea hags have made their home on a offshore crag rising out of the sea. In return for worship and a yearly tribute, they gift the village with their nets full of fishes and clams that carry pure pearls within. A fair trade…
Where it not for the fact that the tribute consisted of this year’s firstborn child.

42. A farmer reports strange happenings to occur on his farmstead - the crops are withering, in the night whispers sound from behind the walls and tiny footprints are found on the wooden floor that belong to no human or beast.

43. A traveling merchant comes through the village, carrying nothing on him but a small satchel on his side. The merchant gives no trade, but sells exactly what anyone asks him for from his bag, but never demands gold - only a favor.

44. A young priest of the pantheon’s sun god, eager to prove himself and the authority of the sun deity has come to the village and moved into the old church. From there, he begins a crusade against the ancient traditions of the village - such as the reverence of the woodland spirits, fey creatures and calling to the forefather’s spirits for guidance and started to tear down the old stone circles meant for bringing peace offerings to the woods- thus starting a deep, escalating rivalry between him and the village pellar.

45. Thirty years ago, a child went missing in the woods near the village. All searching was for naught, and the villagers had to hold the funeral rites over an empty grave.
Now, thirty years later on the night of an empty moon - the child stands on its parent’s doorstep once again, not aged a day, asking what’s for supper.

Dean plunks the beers on the table, flicking off the spilled liquid with his fingers. He nudges Cas with an elbow as he sits.

“Your turn.”

Cas squares his jaw and shoulders in a display of obstinance.

“No,” he says. “No, I don’t think so.”

Sam chuckles from his left, pointing a finger from himself to Dean.

“We both went, Cas,” he slurs. “Besides, it IS his birthday.”

Dean raises his arms emphatically. “Yes!,” he agrees as if he’s just remembered. “It’s my birthday, babe. So you have to do it for my present.”

Cas scowls at his boyfriend’s triumphant grin, but defeated, he straightens Dean’s borrowed shirt and runs his hands through his hair before making his way to the front of the bar.

“What’ll it be?” asks the D.J., biting at a lower lip ring, like he likes what he sees as Cas stumbles forward.

Cas sighs. “Surprise me.”

The D.J. winks. “Random it is. We’ll let the computer decide.”

Grabbing a mic, Cas shuffles to the front of the stage, trying to ignore the crowd and instead focus on Dean’s drunken smirk.

“This song is for my boyfriend,” he hiccups. “It’s his birthday today, and for some reason this is what he wanted.”

A group cheers in the back as the song comes up, and Cas tries to focus on the lyrics on the screen.

“We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

I’m standing there on a balcony in summer air.”

A few people start to laugh as Cas stumbles through the words awkwardly. A few cheer louder.

Sam smiles, looking from Dean to Cas, all three of them well passed buzzed. Cas is a terrible singer, and, is this a Taylor Swift song?

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I’ll be waiting, all that’s left to do is run

You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess

It’s a love story, baby just say yes.”

Somewhere along the line, Cas hits his stride. He starts dancing awkwardly, well, more shuffling and pointing into the crowd, now, and Sam KNOWS they are all drunk. But Dean is standing, too, smiling and cheering while he points Cas out to the nearby tables.

“That’s my boyfriend,” he says proudly.

By the end, a few people have hopped on to the stage and are singing/dancing with Cas’s terrible, out of tune performance and the audience is clapping and cheering while Cas smiles shyly at the attention.

“Because we were both young, when I first saw you,” Cas ends, and the whole room is cheering.

Cas is blushing bright red as he hands his mic off. He hops from the stage, weaving through the tables to Dean, who has two fingers in his mouth while he whistles.

“Thanks,” says Dean, smiling, hugging Cas when he finally gets to him.

Cas kisses Dean shyly on the cheek, but Dean pulls him in for a real kiss which leaves Cas even more red when Sam laughs and the crowd cheers.

“You’re welcome,” Cas says, blushing furiously. “Enjoy it. Because it’s never happening again. Happy birthday, Dean.”

“Ok,” Dean says, with a wink.

But, over the next few weeks, it turns out that it isn’t even close to the last time Dean catches Cas humming or singing off key Taylor Swift.

He doesn’t say a word, though. Because he never wants it to stop.

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TOP 50 CHARACTERS (as voted by my followers) - #33 Remus Lupin ‘Moony’

“Did you like question ten, Moony?“ asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
"Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.”
“D'you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
“Think I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin…”

The not Shawn Mendes tour

Summary: You’re sitting in on q&a with Shawn and the fans are asking you more questions than Shawn.

a/n: thank you so much for the love with 27 to Forever: vows, I loved writing that because I just imagined what I would want Shawn to be saying. I cannot believe so many people liked it. I love all of u sm. My requests are open, just request request :) 


Your name: submit What is this?

“That’s a good question, uhm, I don’t know.” Shawn, your boyfriend, smiled at the fans that was gathered in the little room. “I’ll think about it.” 

That was his first answer for the whole q&a session, and you were glad it was a good question. You can tell by the way how Shawn is smiling comfortably and his gears are really turning in his mind, thinking about the question. 

“Can I ask y/n a question?” The next fan, that he picked, spoke up. By the mention of your name, Shawn’s face just lit up and he looked at where you were standing in the back. 

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NU’EST Hyung Aron looking after his members at the M countdown ending!

I noticed that at the end of m countdown Aron looked after the Nu’est members so well it was seriously cute!

-Aron holds onto Ren’s waist and gently guides him in front of himself allowing Ren to escape the heavy crowd before him

-Aron also does the same for Baekho, guiding him towards the exit to escape the crowd. Aron is the last one to leave the stage, besides Minhyun

-BUT the thing that really stood out to me while watching it live, was Minhyun turned around the second the show was over, and waved his queue cards around trying to get Aron’s attention- he didn’t need to because Aron was already gazing intently at him! Aron looks so proud im crying

Here is a fan account of the minron moment: