glitter-shapes

Fahc headcanon

Geoff goes on his vacation sabbatical (“Geoff you’re just renting a beach house across town” “fuck you IM ON VACATION!”) and Lindsay is tired of having to stay a safe distance away from the danger to run the crew, so she hands the reigns over to Trevor. He’s got his head on pretty well and everyone likes him. And he’s clever af.

But then, he starts running things…

Trevor: plans a small weapons deal Michael & Gavin: go to deal, kill the dealer and their men, take all of the weapon inventory

Trevor: sends Lindsay and Ryan down to the convince store Lindsay & Ryan: return with 2 cases of Gatorade and 3 kittens

Trevor: “Jeremy, I need you and Matt to-” Jeremy: “can’t. Minecraft day.” Matt: “gotta build a death trap” Trevor: ….

Trevor: buys a new table Jack: (drunk af) “How can I destroy this so we get a nicer one?” pulls out a warhammer Trevor: looks into the camera like he’s on the office

So Trevor decided to get some revenge. He picks up a bunch of glitter bombs and rigs them around the penthouse. Jack opens a cabinet, and glitter attacks. Michael opens the media center to put Mario Party in, and poof glitter, he gripes and goes to the bathroom to clean off and opens the medicine cabinet. Glitter bombed again. Ryan opens his private safe under his bed, and he is covered in black skull shaped glitter. Gavin opens his closet and gold glitter rains on him. That night everyone sits down for dinner, sparkly and grumbling at Trevor. Then Jeremy runs in, half covered in purple glitter, other half in orange, and yells “IVE BEEN RIMMY'ed!!!” with the biggest smile on his face.

The crew starts listening to Trevor after this.

Stimmy Witch Tips

Here are some magickal tips for people who, like me, stim for whatever reason. 

Originally posted by impartialsparkle

  • Charge your stim toys and slime in moonlight to cleanse
  • When playing with kinetic sand or slime focus on putting your negative feelings and energies into it as you squeeze and twist them in your fingers. Be sure to cleanse afterwards
  • Play with different toys, slime, sand, etc based off of their colors for easy color magick such as orange slime for motivation, green squishy for learning/education, yellow sand for inspiration, etc
  • Enchant your squishies, fidget cubes, spinners, tangles, etc to bring you peace of mind, relaxation, focus, motivation, or whatever else you may need it for
  • Use Glitter bottles for meditation and scrying
  • Drag sigils on your fidget spinners, so every time you use it, you activate the sigil on it
  • Draw sigils in kinetic sand or slime then to activate squish and squeeze it
  • Use plushies based off of their appearances such as what animal, food, or fruit they are based off of
  • When making slime, stir clockwise to focus on putting intent into the slime you are making such as for it to bring you peace of mind or focus when playing with it. Or stir it counter-clockwise for intents like banishing negative thoughts or anxiety when using the slime
  • I love deco slime so add in items that relate to your intent like bead color and shape, glitter color, confetti, etc
  • For those of us with wandering minds, use fidget toys or stim toys to help you focus when chanting, working on a spell or meditating
  • After an exhausting spell, ritual or curse use your stimming toy or object of choice to help relax and rest after a spell well done.
  • Use glitter bottles, orbs, and wands/sticks to represent the stars in the sky or other cosmic bodies for cosmic witchcraft
  • Glitter wands also make wonderful wands! Especially for spells related to motion, water or wind, the sky or stars and anything related to the colors in the wand
  • For those who love paint mixing, choose your colors based off of intent and mix them together as the spell itself 
  • Use gifs and videos of stimming to help you during spells and keep you calm if needed or to just add added intent from the things in the videos
  • Chewing stim toys are great for anger relief, think about all of your frustrations and anger going into the chew stim or anythign else you wish to banish from yourself, then soak in water or cleanse in the sun/moonlight
  • Orbeez are great for color magic and mixing them with your fingers and hands to charge and activate the spell. Just do not ingest

Hope this helps all of my fellow stimming witches! Stimming toys, slime, sand, etc etc are all great to use in witchcraft. I personally love slime and deco-slime. I always use it after or during a spell to help me keep my focus. 

Hope you all have a wonderful day dears!!! ^0^

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Bath Potions

I just wanted to make a simpler post on how to make shower gel spells. They look really pretty and are fun to make and practical cause you can use them any time. Here is a few pictures of mine. (another)

I make these spells to either:

  • Evoke a feeling, put me in a mental state (state of calm, state of clarity, state of alertness to wake up)
  • Attract Something (friends, money, good energy)
  • Banish Something (sheilding, etc)

There’s a lot of other intentions you could do but those tend to be my top 3.

They also look like cute colorful potions and make the bathroom feel more magical.. Aside from the brass cauldron full of drying bath mixes and glitter and powder and strange shit everywhere.


You will need

  1. A bottle of your choice! Glass is the best because it doesn’t leak into the formula and you can reuse it. Squeezy plastic bottles are ok too but glass is preferred. You can get the cool potion-looking bottles at Michaels, AC Moore, Goodwill, wherever. They usually cost $1 each. (Usually $1.50 if they are large).
    If you do buy a glass bottle they have a lot of different shapes and sizes. I use square shapes for protection or stability, round for different mental states or energy, hearts for self love, compassion or attracting love or social interactions, I mean there are many shapes so keep in mind what type of bottle you would like for what spell. If you don’t want to get that complicated then just get the most plain glass bottle possible lol.

  2.  Scentless gel soap. You can get pure liquid castille soap at a few stores, many people love this. I just get a $4 whole foods scentless shower gel brand that works nicely. They used to have this amazing shower gel that was so soft and wonderful at whole foods and I can no longer find it, but it’s called Shikai and it makes your skin feel like angels rubbed themselves on it. I have no idea why I can’t find it anymore.

  3.  (Optional) Oils for the skin. Some oils has its own magical properties but adding argan oil, coconut oil, aloe (not oil, but good for the skin) or olive oil in small teaspoons can help to moisturize the skin or give it a nice glow. Coconut oil is fun cause it separates and leaves a cool milky layer on top and when you shake it the solution is thick and creamy.

  4. Essential oils, fragrance oils, your favorite perfume, flower water, for fragrance. Anything that will help to evoke the feeling or magic you would want. This is a very basic instruction post so its very open ended. Just ingredients for the fragrance. 

  5. Ingredients to help further evoke this magic:  dried herbs, petals, rain water, snow water, crushed ice, decorative glass pearls, seashells, citrus peels, seeds, your breath, eyelashes, black sand, colorful sand, charcoal (great for protection and extracting crap from the skin), home made flower or herb extracts and oils, (great seasonal activity to make fragrance oils from collected flowers and herbs outside), etc. You understand the point. Things that you collect in your craft that’s safe to go on skin and has magical properties. For things like crystals that don’t do well in these types of solutions, use them to charge your solution afterwards by placing them around or on top of the cork.

  6. Optional: Things to give it some presentation such as food coloring, mica powder, glitter (some I have stars or heart shaped glitter in it, its cute and the glitter is too heavy so it rinses off of me).

  7. Your Intent (of course!) When you have all your ingredients gathered in your bottle, they will naturally be separated since oils and shower gel have different weights and textures. When you shake it together fusing them for the first time, make sure your intent is strong, Maybe meditate or take time to focus your energy before doing this!

You can use these things when you need them daily in the shower (High five to those super busy or low energy witches who don’t have the time or energy to do magic everyday!) Usually this can last up to two weeks or if you have multiple, it can last for months so you can feel magical daily by just taking a quick shower with this, plus its way easier than making a bath and using bath salt mixtures (-also to add, I understand sometimes people with low energy have trouble even getting into a shower but when I was in a rush sometimes I would just wash my hands with a solution and feel great).
If you have more time you can pour the whole bottle into a bubble bath! So it works as something for the shower and for a bath! Adding baking soda makes a SUPER foamy fizzing bath. So if you ever need a magical bubble bath you got a cute potion bottle sitting ready to go. They are easy and once you get the hang of making them it becomes really fun too!

  • I have made rejuvenation/calming potions with mint leaves and rain water (colored it a soft green, added light green pearl dust powder)
  • potions to evoke a clear mind with eucalyptus, rain water and sandalwood
  • potions for confidence with honeysuckle, gold glitter, and amber (colored it a deep blue for the throat energy to communicate well). 
  • potions for social attractiveness and attracting good vibes with cherry blossom home made oil and pink heart glitter and sugar fragrance

And then its fun to give them names and write down the recipes in your grimoire (which I have been neglecting to do), usually when I don’t have a name I just call them by what they do like Rejuvination I, Confidence, Clarity, and when I do have a name usually based on how they look and smell I named one Sunburst and the cherry Blossom one Sugar Blossom cause it smells like spring flowers and baked sweets.

I’ve gotten some compliments from this too. Like I have used shower gels to attract friendships or social interactions and people would notice there is an alluring smell and ask about it then I would be like: OH DID YOU MEAN ME?!?! Cause you know, I love it when I smell good ;)  (Also I am a Libra attention seeking ho in social situations)

Anyway I hope this helps. Shoot me questions if you need them to be answered!

frida gustavsson in seeing stars - vogue uk dec 2010

❤️Ruby and Sapphire’s Fusion Bond Spell💙

A spell inspired by Sapphire and Ruby from Steven Universe, to strengthen the bond between two people.

Materials:

  • Two slips of paper.
  • A red marker.
  • A blue marker.
  • Garnet Stone
  • Yellow Glitter/Star Shaped Glitter
  • Moon or Star Water
  • A disposable bowl.
  • A jar.

Preparation:

  • In the bowl combine the glitter and Garnet and allow it to charge overnight, preferably by a window or in view of the night sky. Once charged, remove the Garnet.
  • Taking the slips of paper and markers, write your name in one color and the name of the other person with the other color. If you want to add any sigils or words to the paper, feel free to do so.
  • Pour your star/moon water into the bowl and add the slips of paper. Allow to ink to stain the water.
  • Add both the glitter and water to your jar before sealing.

Notes: It’s perfectly fine if both names don’t fade from the paper fully, so long as the water changes color. This water can be stored and used in other strengthening spells involving the other person.

beautiful latin star adjectives

sidereus, -a, -um: starry; relating to stars; heavenly; star-like

stellatus, -a, -um: starry; set with stars; sparkling; glittering; shaped like a star or “X”

stellans, stellantis: starry; having the appearance of stars; set/adorned with stars

astrifer, -a, -um: starry; star-laden

constellatus, -a, -um: starry; studded with stars

stellifer, -a, -um: star-bearing; starry

Dark Blue or Dark Purple?

Summary-  Pastel!Dan finally convinces Punk!Phil to let him paint his nails.

“C’mon, Philly, you’ll love it! Mine look so pretty when they’re painted, and yours will too if you let me!” Dan exclaimed to his boyfriend excitedly.

Dan was sitting crosslegged on his bed, extending his hands out to Phil as he displayed his light pink colored nails to him. Phil looked at him skeptically, licking his snakebite piercings into his mouth and popping them back out again. Dan looked up at him expectantly.

‘Hmmmmm… no.” Phil responded with a little grin. He loved Dan, of course, but he didn’t want to let him paint his nails just yet. Not until Dan had begged a little longer, at least.

“But why?” Dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“Because pink won’t go with my outfit.” Phil said, making a petty excuse. He gestured to his attire. He wore a black and white band tee, his usual ripped black skinny jeans, and black converse, all topped off with his royal blue dyed fringe, while the rest of his hair was dyed jet black. A direct contrast to Dan’s pink sweater, white jeans, and light pink converse, while a pink and white flower crown sat on his curly brown hair.

Dan stood up from his bed and rummaged through his dresser drawer. Soon, he pulled out two bottles of nail polish and jumped back on his bed.

“I have darker colors too! Do you want dark blue, or dark purple?” He said, holding up the bottles.

“Uhm…” Phil held his finger up to his chin, pretending to think deeply about which color to choose. “Neither.”

Dan sighed exasperatedly.

“Just let me paint your nails! I’ll even use a dark color so it matches your outfit! C’mon pleeeeeeeease!” Dan pleaded.

“Ugh, fine!” Phil said reluctantly.

“Yaaay!” Dan said happily. “Just let me go get a towel.”

Dan left Phil, skipping to the bathroom. Phil watched him leave admiringly. He loved Dan; his bubbly attitude, his cute clothes, his pure heart, all of Dan. Dan was perfect in his eyes, so full of love and happiness that he kept Phil stable, and Phil showered him with love and joy too, but he felt that that wasn’t nearly enough to show Dan how much he loved him. And, god, did Phil love Dan.

Phil was thinking about this when Dan returned with a bottle of nail the towel, placing it on his lap.

“Ok, Phil, put your hands here!” Dan said, and phil obliged. “What color do you want?”

“The dark blue one.”

“Ok, here we go.”

Dan unscrewed the cap of the nail polish and picked up Phil’s hand.

“Ready?” Dan looked up at Phil through his lashes and smiled.

“Does it hurt?”

Dan laughed.

“Of course not! I’d never hurt you, Philly!”

“Ok then, I’m ready.” Phil consented.

Dan began stroking the brush onto Phil’s index finger, spreading the dark blue paint onto the nail. When he was finished, he moved on to the next finger, and then the next, until he was finished with Phil’s left hand.

“So? Do you like it?” Dan asked when he put Phil’s hand down, showing him his handiwork.

“Yeah, actually. You did a great job, little prince.”

Dan blushed at the nickname. Phil had called him that since they first started dating, coming up with it when he commented that Dan’s flower crowns made him look like a little flower prince.

“Thanks, Phil.” Dan responded. “I’ll do the other hand now, ok?”

“Go ahead.” Phil held his hand up for Dan to take, and Dan began painting it.

Phil stared at Dan happily, and somewhat in disbelief that someone could be so loving, so caring, and so full of joy and happiness as Dan was.

“Ok!” Dan said when he was finished. “Time for the second coat!”

“What! They look fine as is!”

“They sure do, but I know what will make them look even better.”

Dan went into his dresser drawer again and pulled out another bottle of nail polish. He sat down on his bed again and showed Phil.

“Glitter? You know I don’t like that kind of stuff,” Phil said questioningly.

“It’s special glitter. Let me show you, put your hands back here,” Dan said, patting the towel, and Phil put his hands there.

“Look away! I don’t want you to see them until it’s done because this one is a surprise!”

Phil looked away, trusting Dan, even with his back turned.

Dan opened the bottle and stroked the glitter onto Phil’s nails. It seemed like forever until Phil could turn around, especially since he was excited about what Dan was putting on his hands. Phil had just gotten nail polish for the first time, and Dan was really making it special just for him. That was another thing he loved about Dan, he went out of his way to make people feel loved.

“Ok, all done! You can look now! Just don’t touch them because they’re a little wet.”

When Phil turned around and looked down at his nails he could see that they now had silvery glitter on them.

“Oh, cool.” Phil said, a little underwhelmed.

“Look closer.” Dan told him.

Phil held his fingertips closer to his eyes and squinted. Suddenly, he knew what made the glitter so special.

The glitter was in the shape of tiny stars, making the tips of his nails look like space. Even better, all the stars were different shapes, making it look like some were closer and further, and that his nails held the depth and vastness of the universe.

“Woah, Dan…” Phil said, bewildered.

Dan looked up at him a little dejectedly. “What, It’s just nail polish. If you don’t like it, I can take if off, I just thought since you liked aliens and space that it’d be-”

He was cut off by Phil’s lips and snakebites on his own, encasing them in a deep, yet chaste kiss.

“it’s not just nail polish!” Phil said when they separated.

Dan looked at him quizzically because it was totally nail polish.

“It’s special because you did it!”

Dan giggled, and Phil smiled happily down at him.

Yep. Phil thought as he looked at Dan. I’m going to be in love with you forever.

3

More KH3 Kairi! and of course KH3 Riku!!!!!!
1. Kairi with a magic gun, because why not?
2. Who says parasols are girly? They can be deadly too lol
3. a keyblade that can turn to wings and fly haha and of course leaves a trail of paopu shaped glitter dust
4. and BAM KH3 Riku with a keyblade turned sniper (key-per? get it? Keyblade and sniper? okay…) changed the design a little bit though… might change the design later on… hahaha

165. “Why did you choose me?”  for anon (human au)

Send me prompts?


The city is dark and quiet, night weighing it down like a thick blanket. Sparse lanterns illuminate empty streets and half-finished buildings, blinking red lights of cranes looming over wooden skeletons and stacks of bricks. This is the kind of district you don’t want to find yourself in after dusk, populated only by stray dogs and garbage trucks, where every shadow feels like a nightmare with eyes at your back, ready to jump and take your wallet before taking your life as well.


Apart from the distant hum of busy highways, cars rushing like blood through urban veins and sirens singing a song of crime, there’s a rumble of cheers and chatter coming from one of the lit up warehouses near the river’s edge. Off-white cigarette smoke rises in wispy plumes towards the high ceiling criss-crossed with beams and holding cheap halogen lights that make every face look hollow.


The metal sliding door opens just as a limo stops in front of the building, a wave of cacophonous noise pouring out onto the concrete. A tall figure steps out of the car, all sharp lines, black coat and a black hat with a wide brim shrouding most of his face in mystery. Even though the space is crowded shoulder-to-shoulder, the sea of bodies parts before Magnus as he makes his way up the staircase and into the VIP area, the electronic music bouncing against his ribs in an erratic beat. Between the tables and chairs half-naked girls with smiles stuck to their faces carry trays laden with bottles and glasses of expensive alcohol, as well as with packets of white powder for the more exotic tastes.

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file name: ice gays - all about that bass no treble

this is the cut bit from “I will possess your heart” and will eventually be a real fic of it’s own, if I ever finish the hinky fic?????


Yuri is wearing leggings and a loose shirt since he needs to go to the studio. He looks a little soft in it, he thinks, edging toward girlish. He feels nice in it. It matches the nail polish the triplets had put on him - a light, sparkly blue with gold glitter on top. It’s going to linger for weeks on his nails. Victor has a bubblegum-pink polish with heart shaped glitter pieces, very iridescent, very bright. One nail has peeled already and Victor spent time last night carefully repainting it in a coordinating color.

Victor is not happy about the leggings. He keeps reaching absentmindedly toward Yuri’s back pocket and ending up with a handful of loose jersey cloth. Then he stands around pouting about it. Yuri doesn’t feel guilty about it, because if he felt guilty every time Victor pouted at him, he’d be wallowing in it, just letting Victor steamroll over him even more than he does already.

Yuri slides out of Victor’s way as he tries again and says, “Stop touching my butt.”

“I can’t touch your butt,” says Victor, aggrieved. “It’s all covered up! We’ve talked about this before, Yuri. It’s a sin to cover up your butt like this.”

Yuri opens his mouth to say, ‘what if I grabbed your ass all the time, Victor’ and then closes it again. Victor would like to take Yuri’s hand and staple it to Victor’s ass. He would heave a small, happy sigh and lean right into Yuri’s hand, no matter where they were. It’s not that Yuri would mind, either. It’s that Yuri wouldn’t mind enough.

Finally he settles for “If you touch my butt at the studio, Minako-sensei will tease us about it.”

Victor raises his eyebrows. Yuri remembers when he had rewound a YouTube video of Victor raising his eyebrows at someone - Yakov, probably - at least ten times in a row, sighing at the screen in sweet, frustrated longing to be the one Victor was talking to. Now he understands why the person that Victor had been talking to looked like they were ready to rip Victor’s eyebrows off.

“If Minako-sensei teases me about you touching my butt,” clarifies Yuri, “I’m going to tell Yuu-chan who taught the girls to say 'tough shit’ in English.”

“Oh,” says Victor, and sulks behind Yuri the entire way to the dance studio. He only cheers up at the barre, where he does absurd stretches and peeks in the mirror to watch Yuri pretend not to watch him. Victor’s legs are very long.


Victor says something in Russian that Yuri really hopes isn’t “sit on my face and break my neck”. He isn’t very hopeful.

Gotta Go My Own Way 3 | Calum Hood

Finally got around to writing this as well! Enjoy loves. Parts 1 and 2

(not my gif)


Y/N POV

Calum had been hanging onto me the last couple of days since the awkward incident that ended with me finding Nia and Calum in her dressing room getting a little too cozy. Was I complaining about the few extra minutes spent cuddling on the couch before heading out the tour bus door to set up for the venue? Was I complaining about the few extra forehead kisses that graced my skin before he left my side for an hour and a half to play his set? No, of course not.

But I am complaining about his reasoning.

I know he’s only doing it to make up for whatever happened that day in the dressing room. I may have walked in on an awkward moment, but I didn’t know anything that happened before that. It was all up in the air, for speculation. 

Nia still paraded around as if she won a prize at the county fair all on her own. Her smile shined brighter, her eyes gleamed with pride, her stride was long and stretched, and her clothes, it seemed, got shorter and tighter with each show. She would often drag Calum with her to Mr.Jackson to talk about the show night before we even start packing up, in an attempt to make Mr.Jackson like him more. Or so I’m concluding.

She didn’t pay attention to any of the other boys as much as she payed attention to mine, and they all could see it, along with the flames in my eyes when she’d dare touch him or look at him a certain way. So right now, with a guitar in his arms, his knees touching mine, and me holding a pen and notepad, we begin to write a new song that would debut in two show nights. Calum preferred to be the main song writer of the group just because it was his way of releasing all bad energy and turning it into something that would be useful for the world and the people in it. Of course the other boys helped out too, but tonight was just my man and I.

“So, show me how the chords work with the lyrics again?” I asked, bringing the pen against my lips and leaning my elbows on my knee.

“It’s…taking every breathe away, with all of the mistakes I’ve made, from all the letters that I’ve saved, this is everything I didn’t say…” Each strum was a different line of lyrics which he played so beautifully. Normally fans would just think he stuck to the bass and some vocals, but Calum was more diverse than that. He knew how to play the guitar fairly well, he practiced the drums every now and then, he can play the piano beautifully but is still learning, knows how to harmonize and sing from his heart, and knew how to work some meaningful lyrics together. I admired him before thinking of the perfect lyrics to follow.

“Oh! How about…’I wish I could’ve made you stay, but I’m the only one to blame’…’I know that it’s a little too late, this is everything I didn’t say’.” I smiled triumphantly scribbling down the messy lyrics. They sounded better than I had ever expected to come up with, so I had to write fast to make sure I didn’t lose the magic. Calum smiled along with me, rubbing my knee comfortingly and began to strum the chords with the newly made lyrics to make sure they flowed, which they did. 

“You’re becoming a real music genius babe, bringing you here with me was probably the best decision I ever made.” He held my hand in his looking me dead in the eyes with a certain sparkle to them. I gulped before putting on a faker no teeth smile, nodding along with him. Something about this ‘compliment’ didn’t sound as genuine as his usual compliments were, but almost as if it was rehearsed, like he knew he was going to end up saying something along those lines eventually. But I swallowed back the thought and leaned forward, setting a sweet kiss on his plump pink lips before picking up the pen and notepad to write more.

“Okay so, first verse and chorus is done, now let’s get started on the-” The door whipped open almost hitting the back wall, revealing the witch that is Nia. She wore really tight black jeans that obviously showed off her bubble butt of an ass and a cropped black and white stripped top, trying to accentuate her A cup boobs. I huffed and slammed down the notepad and pen on the table in front of us and leaned back into the couch crossing my arms.

‘This outta be good.’ I whispered to myself.

“Calum come on! Mr.Jackson needs to speak to you about exciting news!” Without even paying attention to me, she took the guitar from his arms and set it down, then grabbed his arm forcefully and yanked him off the couch.

“Wait about what? I’m busy here if you couldn’t tell.” 

“I don’t want to give anything away it’s just important so c’mon!” He planted his feet on the ground, turning back to give me a sad look in his eye, as if he was telling me there was basically nothing he could do about the situation unfolding before us.

“it’s fine, just go. I’ll be here and we’ll finish the song when you get back.” He nodded his head with a half smile and Nia rushed him out of the door with that stupid big smile on her face.

I leaned forward with my head in my hands, sighing, and then running them down my face in frustration. I looked over at the lifelessly guitar and contemplated trying to learn how to use it to try and finish the song myself, seeing as I didn’t know if Calum would be coming back any time soon.

I picked it up in my hands, unsure of where to place them, but I just thought back to watching Calum play it and tried to copy his movements. I placed my fingers on the strings that I remember him laying his on, and pressed really hard to make sure they were secure. But for some reason, when I strummed, it only created a huge vibrating noise that I know wasn’t right. I quickly stopped the noise and bit my lip hoping nobody heard that awful sound. I groaned once more, still trying to press my fingers all the way down, not even noticing someone by the door watching.

“You have to cut your nails.” I jumped and nearly dropped the guitar on the ground, pieces of my hair falling in front of my face blinding some of my view. The blonde boy smiled at my state, and I sighed putting a hand to my heart.

“Oh god Luke, you gave me a fucking heart attack.” He came into the room, taking the guitar from my hands and sat next to me placing it in his own.

“And what about the nails?” I asked.

“They’re too long, you need to cut them so you can use the tips of your fingers which hold the strings down better.” I looked down and widened my fingers to look at my 4 day old acrylic set. I pouted at my pretty nails, knowing that if I did eventually want to learn how to play I’d have to take them off.

“These are acrylic, they’re fake nails, I’d have to get them removed.”

“Well that’d be a shame wouldn’t it? They’re very beautiful.” He said, admiring my silver glitter coffin shaped nails with a rhinestone placed just ahead of the cuticle. I slightly smiled, then turned to face him grabbing the notepad and pen once more.

“So, struggling with the new song huh?”

“Yeah, and you know Calum, he doesn’t want anyone writing unless he wants the help. So I’m stuck here with a half finished song, a useless guitar, and an empty room with no entertainment of any kind.” I huffed, looking down at he and I’s progress.

“Yeah, I saw her run out with him a few minutes ago. Then heard that awful strum you made, and decided I should come in here and help you.” I covered my hands with my face shielding myself from embarrassment. Welp, I guess someone did here that noise.

“Oh no, you heard that?” He nodded and smiled, removing my hands from my face. His bright blue eyes were determined to find mine, and he held my hands in his for a few seconds just looking at me. I felt a spring in my stomach that told me to pull away, so I did. I pulled my hands back and cleared my throat while flattening my top to make it look like I pulled away to fix my clothes, and not because I was feeling uncomfortable with how close we are.

“Luke I don’t think it’s smart of you to help me, this is Calum and I’d project and knowing him he’d have a fit if someone else wrote on it.”

“Oh come on, Calum’s my best friend. He’ll understand that it’s my way of helping out and being a real part in the music making process. Plus, I do have to know the song to perform it soon am I right?” 

“Fair enough Hemmings.” I bit my lip smiling, then shrugged his shoulder with my elbow. “You’re strings and I’m lyrics. Let’s get started.”

45 minutes later…

Luke and I sat on opposite sides of the couch, our legs entangled, slight giggles in the air as we looked back on events that have happened throughout these last few weeks of touring. The song was finally finished and sounded pretty amazing and still held it’s intended message that Calum wanted it to have, so we had some time to kill. Calum still wasn’t back yet from whatever Nia pulled him to.

“Oh my god and remember last week when you fell on stage and got tangled in the guitar cords!” I laughed loudly to him.

“Hey! That wasn’t my fault, I got distracted by a very pretty girl and just lost all sense of control.” 

“Ooooo so this is a fan?” I asked eyeing him with a smirk.

“You’ll find out soon, don’t be so pushy.” He crinkled up some of the yellow lined paper and threw it at my face catching me off guard. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, getting up from the couch.

“Oh no, now you’re gonna get it Luke.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it loser?” I looked around to find a weapon of choice, and with a devilish look in my eye, I grabbed the small grey pillow from the couch and began smacking him with it. His high pitched laugh rang through the walls, causing me to laugh uncontrollably. His hands tried to cover his face but they were not match for my forceful smacks. In between the time I started hitting Luke and now, Calum stood by the door of the room, resting on his right side just staring at the scene in front of him. I looked up briefly to wipe hair out of my face and caught his eye. The laughter quickly died, his stare becoming intense and he gripped onto his biceps harder with crossed arms. 

“Hey babe, we were just messing around for a little while waiting for you.” 

“I see you finished the song.” He nodded toward the full page notepad paper with black inked lyrics on it, and I mentally face palmed myself. I knew finishing the song was a bad idea and I knew it would upset him to finish a song so near and dear to his heart, especially since I finished it with his best friend.

“Yeah, Luke helped. It came out really good I promise, do you want to hear it?”

“Just save it, I’ll look at it later on tonight. I’m going to get ready for our set, which is something you should be doing too.” His chin jutted out at Luke, who was now standing beside me and he nodded at Calum. He scuffed before exiting the doorway, and I let out a long awaited breathe. Luke’s arm snaked around my neck and brought me into a warming hug, setting his chin on top of my head.

“Ugh, I knew he was going to be mad. I should’ve just let it be.”

“No, it needed to be finished by tonight so we could play it tomorrow. And if Calum had come any later there would’ve been no time so you did a good thing he just doesn’t see it right now because he’s mad that it’s not fully his work.” I looked up at Luke to find those same bright blues staring down at me. I only shrugged my shoulders.

“I guess so…”

“And hey, it was fun just the two of us hanging out again. I haven’t really spent any time with you since Calum decided he needed to be attached to you every second of every day.” I laughed slightly and hit his chest.

“Shut up Luke, you’re my best friend there’s always gonna be time for you.” His lips immediately formed a straight line and a sharp breathe came out of his nose.

“Yeah, best friends…” My eyebrows furrowed at his response to me calling him my best friend, which was weird because…that’s what he was. Part of the reason I’m here is because Luke doesn’t trust any other female to keep him in line besides his mom, so having me here helps him forget sometimes that he’s away from home and keeps him from feeling homesick. I’ve always called him my best friend, I’ve always called him my brother, but he never responded this way where it seems as if he’s unhappy we’re in that type of relationship.

“I’m going to set also, see you on the sidelines dork.” He fluffed the top of my head messing up my hair before dashing out of the room, leaving me with my mouth open and a chuckle to follow. That boy is something else I tell ya.


Calum’s POV

Nia pulled me into a room with a big circle table and a bunch of people a part of their management team surrounding it, including Mr.Jackson. They all smiled as they saw me, and Nia practically plopped my down next to her in a chair, pretty harshly I might add.

“Calum, we’ve brought you here to discuss some possible new opportunities for you after this tour.” Mr.Jackson asked.

“Uh-uh, like what sir?”

“Well, seeing as you’re very talented on multiple instruments and can hold a tune very nicely, we were wondering if you’d like to record a song with Hey Violet!” Nia was holding my hand still at this point with a huge smile on her face, and it started to creep me out so I drew my hand away. With a confused look, I asked, “That sounds incredible Mr.Jackson, but what about the rest of my bandmates? We’re kind of a package deal if you couldn’t tell.”

“See, that’s where this whole discussion is going. That wouldn’t get to be a part of it unfortunately, it’d just be you Calum. You and Hey Violet.”

“But why? What’s the point of only having one member of a band sing, with ANOTHER band, it just doesn’t make sense to me.”

I saw Nia give Mr.Jackson a deadly stare from across the table from the corner of my eye, and he shook underneath her gaze. His hands clasped together and he drew out a shakey breathe before looking up at me again.

“We, uh…we just believe that you have the talent to be the solo sound of this next single. Not that the other boys don’t, it’s just that they wouldn’t have the correct sound that you have for this song.”

“Well I won’t do it if they’re not a part of it. They’re not just my bandmates, but my brothers. You can’t just rip us apart and expect one to backstab the others. We’re in this together, so no, I don’t accept your offer.” I stood up to leave this ridiculous conversation, but I felt Nia pull me back down with his hand gently this time.

“Calum, Calum please, just hear them out…” I huffed and rolled my eyes, sitting back down again to face these outrageous people.

“Just think about it okay,’ he passed me the contract that would sign my vocals and instrumentation over to them for this single only, and I eyed it suspiciously, ‘you don’t have to make a decision until the week before the tour ends. So, take your time with it, I know this is a big thing to think over.”

“Can I tell my bandmates, or my girlfriend?”

“We all think that this should stay between just us in this room for now. It’ll be very new to them so I don’t want them along with Y/N to freak out about it.” I shook my head, and just uttered a quiet okay, before they all went on to discuss more in depth of what this offer entails. 

The whole time I kept my head down, my mind racing with the millions of downsides that go along with this offer. I’d lose my best friends and the band we’ve created together, I’d lose my girlfriend and her support, I’d lose the opportunity to experience any of it with them. There was so much to go over, and so much to think about before I made a final decision.


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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to see Tomarry with 6. "Woah. You're gay!? I never would have guessed."

Hey friend. This got long. I’m sorry.


“If you’d like, Harry, I can get Colin Creevey over there to take a picture for you. Surely that would be more effective than staring,” Ginny said, snickering as she pulled away from Harry’s swatting hand, his lips twisted into sneer.

“Sod off,” he muttered, lowering his gaze back to his plate as he dug his fork a bit too forcefully into a piece of sausage. 

Ginny shifted, propping her elbow up on the table and settling her chin in her hands. “You know, there’s no shame in it. Thinking he’s attractive. Everyone does,” she said, letting her golden brown eyes flick over across the Great Hall, settling on the form of the seventh year Slytherin. Tom Riddle sat separate from his peers, a book charmed to hover before him as a feather quill twirled in front of his face, scratching over a parchment. He was taking studious notes of whatever the contents were of that tome, pausing every once in a while to take a bite of his breakfast. He was very precise, and Harry certainly did not observe him closely enough to know he chewed each bit of food exactly thirteen times. 

He forced himself to tear his eyes away, shrugging his shoulders in a manner he hoped looked casual. “I don’t fancy him.” He ignored Ginny’s derisive snort, pausing only a second before adding, “And if I did, it wouldn’t matter. Like you said, everyone finds him attractive, and I hardly think I would be his type.”

Ginny hummed thoughtfully. “You never know. From what I understood, he’s never shown interest in anyone. Not for lack of trying mind you, he just never seemed to fancy the girls as much as they fancied him. Maybe because he doesn’t fancy them at all?” she said, and Harry looked up at her, receiving a wink in return. 

But he turned away, focusing once more on his breakfast as he shoved a forkful into his mouth. He hated how astute Ginny was- or really, if he were being honest, how obvious he was about his own affections. He had been attracted to Tom Riddle for long as he could remember, his attention wavering down the path of platonic interest as he grew older. As he began to take notice of things beyond kind smiles and conversation, blushing at the thoughts that seemed so foreign and enticing. And while other boys his age struggled with budding sexuality, it had never been a question in his own mind. He wanted Tom Riddle, but to hope that he would ever return the feelings was a fool’s errand. 

Harry Potter was many things, but a fool was not one of them. And while he was unable to stop his gaze from straying to the Slytherin as if he were a beacon in the darkness, he would not get his hopes up.


Tom Riddle hated Harry Potter. He hated his head of untidy black hair, falling into his face and curling around his ears and jaws as if he didn’t know what a comb was and had a pathological fear of a barber. He hated those wire-rimmed glasses which sat crooked on his face, sliding down his nose. He hated those eyes, how bright and wide and green they were, like the scales glittering over the spear shaped head of a snake. 

But more than anything, he hated that no matter how hard he studied, no matter how talented and intelligent Tom was and the fact that he was the top of the entire class- brightest student Hogwarts had ever seen!- he could never beat Potter in a duel.

It was infuriating! He was nothing remarkable- good enough in his own way, Tom supposed, if he was being generous. But Potter was mediocre at best, spending more time in the Quidditch field with his Gryffindor friends than studying. It was humiliating to be beaten by him- by what was essentially a toddler with a wand.

He had summed it up to his father being an Auror- perhaps it ran in his blood?- but that was hardly satisfying. 

And so, every Friday night, when the students gathered for the Dueling Club and Professor Lupin- the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher- asked if there were any volunteers, Tom would slowly raise his hand, requesting to fight against Potter. 

And every Friday night- without fail- Potter would somehow manage to disarm him. The memory of all those duels was enough to make his nostrils flare in barely tethered anger.

“Mr. Riddle?” Professor Lupin asked, stirring him from his thoughts as he looked down at him from the dais with a growing grin. “Before I accept volunteers, would you like to kick us off by dueling Mr. Potter?” 

Tom considered him for a moment before lowering his gaze to meet the Gryffindor in question. Potter stood on the opposite side of the platform, lips quirked into a shaky smile, a girl with long red hair stifled a laugh beside him.

“No, Professor, this week I’d think I’d like to observe,” he said, dark blue eyes never leaving Potter’s face so that he shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze, a blush creeping up from the collar of his uniform. Tom had some dignity, after all.

Lupin looked surprised for a second, before saying, “Very well” and turning to select a Hufflepuff with her hand raised. 

Tom Riddle hated Harry Potter, for many things, but what he hated most was how much he enjoyed watching him blush under unfaltering eyes. How much he simply enjoyed looking at him.


Harry reclined against the lockers, resting his head and closing his eyes. He was exhausted, the Quidditch match having lasted far longer than anticipated. It was well into the evening when he had finally- finally- caught the snitch, the bulky padding of his uniform weighing down heavily on him, making him sweat despite the air beginning to cool as the sun fell below the horizon. 

He sat alone in the locker room now, the others cutting their celebration short and hastily returning to Gryffindor Tower so as to not be caught out after hours. There was only so much leniency given. But Harry was hardly concerned. He had his cloak and the map, and it would certainly not be the first time he wandered the halls when he was supposed to be safe within his dormitories. 

He had lingered behind, wanting to enjoy a moment of peace before walking into what was sure to be a lively party in full swing, the uproarious Gryffindors never wasting an opportunity to celebrate. And despite her best efforts, Hermione never had very good success with corralling them, sighing in resignation as she muttered between teeth about how so long as there wasn’t any alcohol present she supposed she could let just one night slide. He smiled at the thought of her frustration, her begrudgingly admitting that yes, perhaps it was a bit fun if it wasn’t so loud. He wondered if any of the other houses partied the way the Gryffindors did, and immediately dismissed the idea with a snorted laugh. He could hardly imagine Tom Riddle at a party of any sort, even the paltry ones he was sure the Slytherins threw.

His reverie was cut short however, startled by the sound of a door creaking on its hinges, footsteps clicking along the marble floors. He sat up, shuffling up into a standing position and clenching at the towel still cinched at his waist, cursing himself for not dressing immediately after his shower. Half naked was certainly a way to be caught, and he was sure his father and Sirius would never let him live this down if word ever got out. Which it surely would, given their other best mate was one of his teachers.

By the them time he was standing, opening his locker and hastily pulling his clothes out of it, the footsteps came to a halt, and he grimaced, groaning audibly when he saw that of course none other than Tom Riddle stood before him, an eyebrow raised.

Harry knitted his brows, skewing his lips. “What are you doing here? This is the Gryffindor locker rooms,” he asked, saying the words as if he was speaking to a child.

Tom regarded him for a moment, eyes flicking over his form before returning to to meet his. “Several students were caught in rather compromising positions in the locker rooms after matches, and they were added to the Head Boy’s rounds to make certain such transgressions didn’t happen again.” Then his lips quirked, pulling into a small smile as he chuckled, the noise deep and warm. “Though, this is the first time we found only one student in such a position.”

Harry ducked his head behind the locker, hoping he couldn’t see the deep shade of maroon he was sure he was turning, his face hot and fevered as he gripped the towel tighter. “Bugger off. I’m about to change and head back.”

“Ten points for being out after curfew. And I’ll have to escort you, to be certain you don’t get up to any other rule breaking. You Gryffindors are far too reckless with rules.”

Harry slammed the locker shut, narrowing his eyes at the entirely too smug Slytherin. “Yeah well, at least we’re brave enough to not back down from a duel,” he taunted. “What’s the matter Riddle, got tired of being thrown on your arse?” A flicker of irritation crossed over his face, and Harry grinned. He had thought it a bit strange when Tom had not requested to duel him- a bit of a weekly ritual they had engaged in. It had not taken Harry long at all to realize that Tom was suffering from a bit of a bruised ego- Defense was Harry’s best subject, and not even the perfect Tom Riddle could kick that throne out from below him.

But the look of irritation was gone almost as quickly as it had come, replaced instead with something a bit more curious, a bit dark. Lips twisted into a wry smirk, and Tom took several steps closer to Harry, hands clasped behind his back as he focused on him once more with those unsettling eyes of his. “No, I just decided that today I would rather observe,” he said, his voice deeper, sibilant. Like silk. A shiver ran down Harry’s spine as he got the distinct feeling that Tom wasn’t talking about the dueling club.

He swallowed, standing a bit straighter as he rose his hand, a shirt clenched in his fist. “Well, just give me a second and I’ll get dressed.” He was suddenly very aware of his state of undress, and of the heat in Riddle’s gaze.

He made to turn, to move to one of the stalls designated for changing when fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling him sharply back as a hand on his shoulders shoved him against the lockers. He huffed out a gasp of air, ready to tell the Slytherin off, when lips crashed against his own.

His eyes widened in surprise, his entire body stilling. Tom Riddle was kissing him, one hand still curled around his wrist and the other moving down from his shoulder to settle on his hip, pinning him against the wall of lockers. He could feel the firm grip even through the thick terrycloth towel, and after only a second of hesitation, Harry returned the kiss with fervor, hands reaching out to grasp hold of Tom’s robe and pull him tighter against him. 

There was something warm unfurling in his chest, something like delight and pleasure and excitement and joy. He was over the moon, and for a second he wondered if he had dozed off against the lockers, or slipped in the shower and smacked his head against stone walls and this was all a dream. But it couldn’t have been, it all felt too real. The thick fabric clutched in his hands, the feeling of a warm and wet tongue exploring his mouth with interest. 

The kiss ended entirely too soon, Tom pulling away from him with swollen and parted lips, an errant curl falling into his face. He was breathing quite heavily, pupils dilated, and there was something incredibly wonderful and delicious about seeing someone normally so put together- the sort of someone who chewed food exactly thirteen times, who looked so polished that not even  strand of hair fell out of place-fall a part.

“Woah. You’re gay!? I never would have guessed,” Harry muttered before he could stop himself, his chest rising and falling as his voice sounded quite strained. 

Tom rose a brow at him, shaking his head. “I really hate you,” he mumbled below his breath before closing the distance between the two of them once more, pressing himself against Harry. 


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If you didn’t know it, I love writing about Dick and Damian while they were Batman and Robin together. So when I get an idea I write it. Please enjoy my favorite Dynamic Duo as they go on a shopping trip.

Words: 1,400

Warnings: None


Damian scowled at the hand-me-downs laying on his bed. Pennyworth had placed them there the same way he had most days since Damian had arrived. It was Damian’s own fault for bringing little more than the clothes he and Mother had packed when they’d come to Gotham to help Father. Not that it had done any good in the end. Father was gone, and Damian was alone. Left with a legacy he was lucky to be a part of.

He was grateful to Grayson for taking him in, grateful to learn more about his Father and his work, but that didn’t stop him from missing home, his Mother, and having clothes that were all his own. Pennyworth had promised him a wardrobe soon, he’d been measured and orders had been placed. They had even contacted his mother and requested some of his things be sent over.

The promise did nothing to ease the pit in his stomach. He missed his thobes, soft loose fitting pants, and even his old workout clothes. That wasn’t to say he’d never worn jeans or a t-shirt before, he simply preferred his traditional clothing. It was comfortable, familiar, and something to hold onto in the flurry of changes surrounding him.

He entered the kitchen wearing Pennyworth’s selection, and one of Grayson’s hoodies. It was too big for him, but Damian didn’t care. It was big and warm and he’d chosen it himself. Alfred raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t comment. Grayson did.

Damian was learning that the oldest of his father’s adopted children always commented, even when none was required. He was still trying to decide how he felt about it. The constant chatter was new to him and strangely disarming. It made him wonder if it was something Grayson used as a technique. He doubted it, but kept the idea in his mind in case it proved to be true.

“I’ve been thinking.” Dick said, as he leaned back in his chair to look him over. “I know Alfie’s ordered you some stuff, but what do you say about a shopping trip?”

Damian narrowed his eyes at his brother. “That sounds like something Cain or Brown would suggest.”

“Trust me, I’m much more fun to shop with.” Dick grinned at him before continuing. “Tim’s old stuff can’t be fitting you too well, and I know Alfred’s tastes. I’m sure he’s ordered you a perfectly respectable wardrobe, but—” He paused his speech to give an apologetic look at Alfred before continuing, “I think it’s about time you got to pick out something you want.”

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bellahexlestrange  asked:

Would you ever consider Draco/Luna as a viable pairing

  • so
  • this is obviously a college au because i’m already weak for uptight straitlaced senator’s son draco malfoy falling for the weird girl who wears tie-dye crop tops to class and leaves out neatly folded paper sacks of water chestnuts for the local squirrel population and petitions the dean of student affairs to allow her to design her own major.
  • and maybe draco’s an RA that year because it’s never too early to lay a good foundation for your political resume.
  • and maybe when he calls his first floor meeting during orientation week, his gaze lingers, somewhat inappropriately, on one of the new freshmen, a slender girl with waist-length dirty blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes and a medium-sized grandfather clock tattooed on the inside of her right forearm.
  • “luna lovegood,” she introduces herself, tilting her head to the side and peering up at the rotating blades of the shitty industrial ceiling fan. her voice is curious, a gently melodic warble, when she asks, “is it true that there’s a ghost haunting the dining hall?”
  • draco barely remembers shaking his head, sneering at her, crossing his arms over his chest and rocking back on his heels and feeling strangely uncomfortable as the too-stiff collar of his ralph lauren polo brushes the underside of his jaw.
  • she’s a fucking menace.
  • he confiscates an easy bake oven and an eighth of weed from her the day after the fall semester officially starts, and he exits the elevator the following weekend to see her leading an impromptu yoga session in the middle of the hallway, directly outside his dorm. she makes her own lemon greek yogurt in the tiny kitchenette across from the fire escape, and she writes nonsensical notes to herself in cherry-red lipstick on the foggy coed bathroom mirrors, and she drapes glittering strands of sunflower-shaped christmas lights over all the furniture in the floor lounge.
  • draco quits writing her up.
  • he just grits his teeth, scowls, and diligently ignores how pervasive the sticky-sweet smell of burning incense is during midterms.
  • it isn’t until she tapes homegrown sprigs of lavender to the stupid fucking whiteboard on his door, scribbling “sleep better, xx” in curlicue green letters and babyproofing the electrical outlets next to his keurig—well, it isn’t until then that he finds himself pounding on her door at fuck-o’clock in the morning, nerves frayed and temper flaring and—
  • “why are you awake?” she asks him, sounding disapproving, jesus, and he’s abruptly so fucking furious that it takes him a moment to register her appearance.
  • to open his mouth. lick his lips. blink, and then blink again, and then…stare.
  • because she’d just showered, obviously. he must’ve missed it. missed her. and she’s studying him from the far side of her room, hair knotted in a bun on top of her head, stray tendrils cascading down the curve of her upper back, slow-burning drops of water winding between her shoulder blades, her collarbones, hovering on the terry-cloth ridge of her towel and the rounded, satin-soft slopes of her breasts.
  • his throat goes dry.
  • and when he doesn’t immediately answer—surely she’d asked him a question—she walks forward, expression uncharacteristically hesitant, and she doesn’t stop until she’s right in front of him, standing far too close, forehead level with the point of his chin. she has a single blood-brown freckle in one of her eyes. she isn’t symmetrical. he doesn’t care.
  • he inhales, exhales, reels at the feather-light scent of soap and sun and fresh gardenias, and then she’s lifting her arm, holding her hand up, pressing the pads of her fingers to the seemingly permanent furrow between his brows. smoothing the lines out.
  • “relax,” she breathes, and then smiles, like it’s really that easy.