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anonymous asked:

Draco, what was your childhood like?

Draco: *fidgeting slightly* I don’t know? It was okay. Comfortable. 

Harry: …And?

Draco: And, that’s it. 

Harry: *suddenly chortling* Oh my god, love, do you believe I’d burst into tears or something? I mean, nearly everyone I know had a better childhood than I did. It’s fine!

Draco: It’s not fine! 

Harry: Okay, but I wouldn’t feel bad if you told them about your childhood. You barely even tell me!

Draco: Why would I want to go around telling everyone about how incredibly pampered I was as a child while my own husband spent his childhood living in a cupboard?! *miserable*

Harry: *pulling him closer with a sigh* It’s been years, okay? I try never to think about that time, and you shouldn’t dwell on it either. Now tell me how old you were when you got your first broom?

Draco: *subdued* Seven.

Harry: Mhm, and was it brilliant?

Draco: …It was okay. I’d mostly use it to trouble the peacocks - I’d chase them.

Harry: *laughing* Didn’t you fly around indoors and terrify all the house elves?

Draco: I did once but Mother threatened to lock my broom away so…

Harry: Didn’t you used to have a Crup?

Draco: Yes, Gumpy. He died when I was seven, actually… *stricken* I think that’s why Father bought me the broom, because I was distraught. 

Harry: …You named your Crup ‘Gumpy’?

Draco: I named him when I was four and couldn’t say ‘grumpy’ properly! He was a grouchy old thing!

Harry: …I want to squash you and never let go.

Im Yours | Part 9

A/N: First off, I’m sorry this took so long to update I have a plan and I just needed a filler, so thats basically what this is, even though its kind of important to the story. Second off I just wanted to give a public thank you to my two good friends @i-thinkiloveyoutoomuch and @park-thatasshere. They’ve really helped me make this story come to life and they put up with me when I need to brain storms ideas, Thank you P&R, I love you two. 

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader
Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff
WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on


‘Mr. Lee, please it won’t happen again, please don’t do this.’ You said from a deep bow, mainly so he wouldn’t see the tears that were running down your cheeks.

He was never home anyways so why it mattered that you were now in his sons apartment you didnt understand. You didn’t mean to fall for his son. For Seungri.

It had almost been a week, or so you were told by Daesung that you had been at the Kwon residence. The men treated you nicely, always making sure you were fed and watered and that your wounds were properly tended to. Infection was the last thing they wanted you to experience. You had been bed ridden. Trying to stand was took too much effort and by the time you had even shifted enough from the bed you were to tired to go on. But it was getting better. The bruises that you could seen had started to fade into a sickly green and the swelling on your face was all but gone. Still, as comfortable as the boys had made you feel, you were still uncomfortable being there. Every night you spent dreaming of one of two things; Jaebum, or the concrete building.

You woke up one morning to a dark room, your body aching from being still for so long. Through the pain erupting in your side you tried to sit up. You gasped loud and moved your hand to your stomach, the door to the room you were in opening quickly and the lights flicked on to reveal a worried face Seungri. He didnt say anything, just made his way to the bed, sat next to you and helped you sit up. His hand hooked around your waist for you to brace yourself against his shoulder. His hand started to pull up the bottom of your shirt. You sat up more, wincing with the sharp pain and turning as best you could to look at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” You coughed as he replaced his hands on you to help support you.

“I was just going to change the gauze.” He started reaching over to pull the new pack off the table. “Plus its not like I haven’t seen whats under your shirt.” He added quietly making you cough again.

You accepted the water he reached for and nodded your head in thanks, things growing more and more awkward. He helped you lay back down and rolled your shirt up, his fingertips grazing the bruised skin of your stomach.

'Its been two weeks since they took you and you still look like an old punching bag.“ He said. You watched as the muscles in his jaw clenched.

"Im fine.” You said past the pain of his fingers pressing across the bruising on your stomach.

“You’re not fine, have you seen yourself?”

“I don’t want to.”

He sighed and pushed your shirt up more till he got to the patch that hugged the center of your stomach. His fingers softly pulled the tape away and you watched as his face fell into grimace. You didnt want to let him know how bad it hurt, but you couldn’t help but take ahold of his hand and squeeze as he started to disinfect the stitches.

“Ah, wait wait wait.” You gasped as he started to apply ointment to the stitches. “Can.. Can I shower please I think it will make me feel better.” You said. Anything to get the pain he was inflicting to stop just a little longer.

“Oh, sure. You probably haven’t showered in a while huh.” He said, kicking himself but happy it got you to chuckle lightly.

With great effort from Seungri and then Daesung when he walked by to hear you groaning in pain, you were able to stand on shaky legs and be led to the bathroom. Seungri sat you on the side of the bathtub and started to help you undress. You were both blushing, though being intimate was something you two weren’t strangers to, you now having Jaebum made things extra weird.

But if you meant as much to Jaebum as you thought you did, why wasn’t he the one to rescue you. Why wasn’t he the one here helping you undress and cleaning your wounds. Your hands pushed Seungri’s hands aside angrily, not caring about the face he gave you as you stood yourself up, wrapping the towel he had placed over you around your sore body.

'Get out, I have it from here.’ You bit.

'What if you fa-’

'Get out Seungri.’

He breathed hard but listened to you, but only because one of the many rules Jiyong left him and the others was to do what ever you asked without any problems. Still, he left the door cracked just enough that if you were to need him at all he could hear you. Every time you would hiss or groan in pain he’d jump and wait for your voice again but it wouldn’t come for him. Instead he was left there, listening to you as you tried to silence your sobs and angry muttering. Even though he didnt know what you were saying, he heard you say 'Jaebum’ enough times to have a pretty good idea.

The shower made you feel better in more ways than one. Your muscles that had been tight and restricting had loosened up, the bruises on your body seemed to feel more neutral and the area that your stitches occupied was no longer gumpy and gross from the lack of true proper cleaning. On top of that you didnt feel gross any more, finally being able to wipe off the grime and blood from the floor of the concrete building. You had let your eyes close and your hands began to work at your hair to try and wash the grime of the past few weeks away, but a sharp, stinging pain on your left hand made you hiss and pull your hand away from your head. You started to rinse your hand just figuring the soap must have gotten into a cut, but as you pulled the large bandaid off of your skin and the soap started to wash away an image etched on your hand became more clear.

Covered by a dark scab was the long, winding body of a mean looking snake. But the snake wasn’t a snake. You rinsed your hand again and brought it closer to your face. A large bearded face with an open mouth and sharp teeth. Through its long whiskers a set of wide eyes looked straight up at you. Your heart began to pound and your nails started to scratch at the scab, trying convince yourself that it was just marker or something else along the lines of that. You scratched and scratched, your hand covered now in deluded blood making you realize just how deep the cuts actually were.

You froze and watched your hand bleed giving the dragon an in-motion look to it. All you could do was look at the series of cuts now. What did this mean? Where did this come from and why was it being covered. Now that you thought about it, when ever your wounds were being tended to this was the one thing they never checked.

A harsh knock on the door sounded and your name was called from the other side causing you to jump and gasp in surprise. You quickly rinsed your hand and turned the water off, wrapping yourself quickly in the towel before swinging the door open with as much force as you could use. Jiyong flanked by Seungri and Daesung stood there waiting for you, a kind smile on all of their faces. Jiyong opened his mouth to say something but you just shoved your bleeding hand out at him, now shaking in anger.

“What is this.”

“Y/n…”

“I asked you what is this. You said no lies why is this carved into my skin, Jiyong!” You said, yelling until you were left coughing roughly. You tried to pull away from the set of arms that wrapped around your waist to support you but you couldn’t get away from him, not with the way you were coughing.

“Y/n listen.” Jiyong started as your coughing fit ended. “It’s for your protection. We all have them, see?” He said as Daesung and Seungri held their hands out to you.

“And yours?” You spat. If he really marked all of his men and preached unity and protection he should have one himself.

You watched as he chuckled until your eyes were caught by his hands undoing his shirt. You watched as he let the shirt drop off of his shoulders and he slowly turned, your mouth falling open as you looked at the detailed scar work that connected into a huge dragon head on Jiyong’s back.

“You said I could choose. Why did you do this to me.” You said trying to hide the tears that started to well in your eyes again.

“I know, that is what I said.  But just in case we took the opportunity when you were out on pain medication to give you our symbol. We figured wether you go back to Im or stay with us you’ll forever need protection, and if Im isn’t up to the task you at least have this now to protect you.” It made sense, but you hated the thought of Jaebum not being able to protect you any more and you hated it even more that these group of strangers through they had a say in who would protect you and who couldn’t. A tear slipped down your cheek as you thought about him, your eyes now only focusing on your still bleeding hand.

“Seungri, take care of her hand. We are going back into our meeting. If you need anything else y/n, please tell me.” He said bowing low.

“I want to go home.” You said softly at first.

“Excuse me?”

“I want to go home. I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be apart of your little plan I don’t want to help you!” You said, your voice getting louder and louder.

“Y/n please, I have guests on the phone. They’ll hear you.” Jiyong said, his voice gaining a threatening tone.

“Does it look like I care! I don’t want to be here! If you don’t want hostages making a ruckus than don’t house hostages!” Jiyong looked at you with dark eyes, his long fingers coming up to press to the bridge of his nose.

“Seungri, her hand.”

You didn’t talk for the rest of the night. Seungri did up your hand and left you to sulk. You wanted to rebel but your body hurt so much so the only way you would think of pissing them off was to rip the bandage off and scratch harder till your hand was bleeding once again. Deasung came to check on you shortly after Seungri left to the meeting and seeing your hand bleeding again made him sigh and dress it up again. The next time it was Yongbae who came in so see you scratching and bleeding all over the fresh sheets.

“God damn it Y/n stop!” He yelled taking both your hands in his, his sudden outburst making Seunghyun who was walking by stop into the room. When Yongbae finished explaining what had happened his own hand and even the cuff of his white shirt was stained red.

“I will ask you once and that is it. Do not rip this bandage off. If you do I will have no other choice than to treat you like we would a regular hostage!” Seunghyun rose his voice at you.

You pouted and scoffed, but let Yongbae fix your hand again. You didn’t care what Seunghyun said though, it was an empty threat. There was no way you were going to be banished to a dungeon for making yourself bleed. You pulled your knees up to your chest and looked over your shoulder to avoid his eye contact. When he finally felt you had given up was when he and Yongbae left the room, the door cracked slightly. You listened carefully and the moment they seemed far enough away you started to rip the bandaid off again.

“Y/n! Stop it!” Seungri whisper yelled as he half ran into the room, his hand reaching to stop yours from mutilating your body. “If you keep scratching it’s only going to make the scar worse. Just stop.” He said smoothing the bandaid with his thumbs.

He looked at you with sad eyes for what seemed like for ever. Eventually his had moved from yours to your cheek. He stroked away a stray tear and sighed, he hated seeing you like this. He always had hated seeing you upset like this. You looked at him and  saw that in his eyes. There was too much pain and emotion towards you in his eyes that it made your stomach turn. His thumb trailed down your cheek and to hook under your chin to slowly bring your chin up so you could look at him better.

“Ive missed you like crazy. You can’t imagine the pain I’ve gone through having to see you walk away from me.” He said sighing. He dipped his head and chuckled one before looking up at you once more. His lips pressed into a straight line and you had to look away. But as your eyed looked down to focus on the blood that was already showing through the bandage the feeling of his lips on your forehead made your body go tense again, causing you to pull away from him.

“I want to go home. I don’t want to be here so if hurting myself is the only way you’ll let me go then I’ll do it.” You said sternly, trying to pull yourself from his grip. “Let me go Ri I want to go home let me go!”

“Y/n, Please stop it, stop fighting me!”

“What’s going on in here.” A sharp command came from the door.

“She keeps making herself bleed.” Seungri said over his shoulder as he fought to keep ahold of your hands.

“Ri let go!” You yelled louder, sliding off the bed to try and get away from him but you were just caught in his arm and he lifted you back up.

You started to kick and scream as you tried your hardest to get away from him. Jiyong from the side watched half amused, ignoring all calls coming down the hall at him that held the same question he had.

“Boss help!” Seungri yelled back.

“What? You can’t handle a girl that spent the past two weeks getting beat up?” He said with amusement at how hard you were actually fighting despite the excruciating pain it was probably causing you.

“I don’t want to hurt her boss please.” Jiyong then straighten and nodded, leaving the room for half a second before returning and taking ahold of one of your wrists.

Now you were fighting against two men, each holding onto you, pinning your arms down onto the blood stains sheets. Both men grunted as you kicked screamed and cried trying to hold you down, and trying to do so without actually causing any pain to the rest of your battered body. Through tear filled eyes you watched Seunghyun enter the room leading the other two men. You pulled and yelled harder as the men around tied you down, your feet tied together and bound to  the footboard of the bed while your hands were tied as far apart from one another as they could get them, you cried at the pain the position put out in as it pulled the skin that had been stitched together apart, but they only gave you a few more inches of slack when they realized it was hurting you.

“Just… for fucks sakes… y/n, relax…” Jiyong panted, his hands on his knees. You spat in his direction, but he was to exhausted fight with you.

“If you would have met me any other way… we would have been best friends.”

And with that. Just one last sad look from Seungri and you were left there. Alone. You tried to break the restraints but the rope was too strong. You tried to pull your hands out but the rope was too secure. Giving up you tried to just wait up, to see if they would come into check on you. But as you waited sleep took over your body again, and not caring what your wishes were, you fell unconscious to dream about sweet Jaebum and dragon shaped scars.

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Rock Candy Mountain Vol. 1 comic review

Folk music as artistic expression of “the people”, namely the dispossessed left behind by society, goes down the roots of the genre. Harry McClintock’s “Big Rock Candy Mountain”, a Depression-era song about a paradise for hobos, play on that concept explicitly with lyrics about a land where “the box cars are always empty” and there are “streams of alcohol.” It’s a pretty jovial song about a ridiculous fantasy, though the original version McClintock played before he recorded it included lyrics that make the empty promise of that fantasy clear with some darker implications (“I’ve hiked and hiked till my feet are sore/And I’ll be damned if I hike anymore/To be buggered sore like a hobo’s whore/In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.”). However, even if that fantasy is false or dangerous, it can still fill the gaps where life has fallen short.

Trying to reach that goal is exactly what the main character of Jackson in Rock Candy Mountain, an Image Comics published series from writer/artist Kyle Starks with colors by Chris Schweizer. Set in 1948, it’s a journey towards a promised land of crystal fountains and cigarette trees following the main character, Jackson, as we see him navigate the culture of the hobos living along the rails. A blend of humor, action, and urban fantasy, Rock Candy Mountain is one of the most entertaining comics to come out this year. This volume collects the first four issues of the series and gives readers a well-structured intro to Jackson, the hobo culture, and the threats he needs to outrun.

[Full review under the cut]

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This is hyacinth :) she wants to tell Gumpy and the Stickies that they are her favorite tumblr. She is molting *and* brooding right now, so she’s very itchy and is making a beautiful bed out of scrap paper. She sends the stickies all the birb kisses and nibbles.

Hello Hyacinth! 😊🐸😊

What a lovely name for a lovely bird! Gumby thinks your jacket is very beautiful (even if you are still working on it!), she especially likes your pretty blue bottom feathers! 😀

Gumby also says congratulations on your magnificent paper-nest! 😊🐸 

The signs as Gavin Free insults

Aries - Mungy Smegpot
Taurus - Absolute Sausage
Gemini - Muggy Little Git
Cancer - Douchey Prick
Leo - Bloody Idiot
Virgo - Pissy Little Knob
Libra - Buggy Anus
Scorpio - Toppy Little Spap
Sagittarius - Wallar Mugget
Capricorn - Jammy Bitch
Aquarius - Gumpy Little Geck
Pisces - Biffy Minge

Bumblebees have antlers, right?

“What do you think?” Lily asked, holding up Harry for James to see.

James scrunched his nose up, “Why does he look like that?”

Rolling her eyes, Lily answered, “It’s his costume.”

“For what?” James asked incredulously.

“For Halloween, dummy.”

Frowning, James argued, “Lils, he’s 15 months old. Even if we weren’t on house arrest, he couldn’t go trick-or-treating, and he’s never going to remember this.”

“So?” she challenged, bringing Harry back to her chest and making cooing noises as she flopped down onto the couch in the empty space next to James.

“Lily.”

“James,” she answered back in the same tone he had used.

Sighing in defeat, he said, “Alright, fine, show me his costume.”

Lily smiled brightly, pleased to have her way and propped up Harry in her lap so he was sitting facing his dad.

“Daddy daddy,” Harry said, holding out his little chubby arms trying to reach for James.

James smiled, immediately reaching out and picking up his son to put in his lap, “So, let’s see what this is all about.”

James looked and his son up and down, getting a good look at how he was dressed.

“What’s he supposed to be?” he asked.

“A bumblebee,” Lily answered with a huff, standing up and patting some imaginary dust off of her lap.

“A bumble – Why on earth would you think a bumblebee is a good idea?”

“It’s cute!” Lily said with a scowl.

“Coot!” Harry yelled in between them.

“Aw, c’mon, did you have to teach him to say cute?”

“I didn’t teach him to say anything,” Lily huffed, pulling Harry out of James’ arms and back into her own, “He mimics everything. You know that. And you,” she turned her attention onto Harry, “you don’t listen to your grumpy daddy. You look perfect.”

“Gumpy Daddy,” Harry mimicked.

“Yes, that’s right! Daddy is pretty grumpy today, isn’t he?”

“Okay, okay,” James said holding his hands up in a defensive position, “I get it, I’m not getting into the Holiday spirit as I should.”

He jumped up off of the couch and wrapped his arms around his wife with Harry in between them, kissing the side of her neck and whispering in her ear, “From now on, I’ll be completely on board with anything you want to do.”

Lily hummed as James began to sway with her in his arms to music that didn’t exist. She breathed into the embrace, grateful to just have a moment when she heard James mutter something under her breath,

Suspicious, she pulled back and asked, “What did you just –.”

She stopped mid-sentence when she looked down at Harry. He was still in his bee costume with the black and yellow stripes and the wings sticking out of the back. However, instead of the antennas that were sticking out on the top of his head, he now had a pair of antlers.

“James,” she growled out warningly.

“It looks so much better now,” James tried to argue.

“Change it back,” she ordered him.

“I mean, stags are way better than bees anyway.”

“James, now.”

“If you’re dressing up as an animal, a stag is the way to go.”

James,” Lily emphasized his name, glaring in his direction for messing up her son’s costume.

“You can change it back yourself,” he suggested, “You have a wand.”

“I’m not as good at Transfiguration as you are,” she huffed, fighting a squirmy Harry who was desperately trying to get down.

She put him down on the ground and he waddled over to James who was waiting for him.

“What do you think, Harry?” James asked as Harry ran barreling into him, “Do you like the new addition to your costume. Do you think it’s cool?”

“Yeah! Cool!” Harry said, laughing when James blew a raspberry on his cheek.

“You heard the man!” he announced to Lily, “The antlers stay!”

Lily rolled her eyes again, trying to fight a smile from seeing the man she loved playing with their son, “I can see when I’ve been beat. The antlers stay. For now.”

James saluted his wife with a cheeky smile and crouched down again where Harry was pulling on the bottom of his robes.

“What’s up, kid?” James asked his son.

“Pway, daddy,” Harry demanded.

“You want me to play with you?” he confirmed, glancing up at Lily who nodded that he’d translated his son’s English correctly.

“Yeah!” Harry shouted out, clapping his hands together.

“Alright then, what should we so?” James hummed to himself, “we could play a game, or fly on your broom, or read a book.”

“Magic!” Harry insisted, tugging on his dad’s clothes.

“You want to see your dad so some magic?” James clarified.

“Yeah!”

“Well then, what are we waiting for?” James asked excitedly, scooping up his giggling son into his arms and racing back into the living room with the couch.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Lily muttered under her breath, before shouting out, “Be careful!”

“I’m always careful!” James yelled back confidently before a loud THUD was heard followed by a, “Bloody Heyy Harry!”

Hearing Harry’s laughter and figuring they were okay, Lily left the hallway towards the kitchen to bake a fall treat for them to have before Harry was put down for bed that night.

And next year, she vowed that Harry would have the chance to go out on Halloween – war or not.

Imagine your OCs

your most serious/gumpy OC (probably with a horrible backstory) edition

-getting scared by the toaster

-turning a song up REALLY LOUD because everyone hates it including them but they must piss everyone off

-falling flat on their face

-showing the face of pure condensed hatred and rage every time someone takes a picture of them

-being forced to wear something cutesy

-OTP BONUS- pretending to be embarrassed by person B showing affection but is secretly really happy

-grumpy/serious OC gets miniaturized, and sits in other OC’s pocket/shoulder all day making salty/sarcastic comments and swearing loudly whenever the person they are riding makes a sudden movement

-crying. (that’s it. just crying)

-grumpy/serious OC freaking out because they are really high up/surrounded by bugs/facing a stupid fear

-OTP BONUS- (or platonic) Person A looks 1000% done as they are being dragged around by Person B through a store/comic con/something exciting for them when actually they feel all warm inside because person B is so happy

-having an adorable sneeze

-OTP BONUS- stubbing their toe and person B looks absolutely horrified at grumpy OC as they swear like a sailor at the top of their lungs

-Being really picky/OCD and having to have everything be perfectly clean and in order and losing their mind because another OC moved something of theirs

-whispering “I hate you” all in public and making another OC laugh

-being turned into a cat

-OTP BONUS- Person B comes in to their room/house/apartment and finds them looking really sad and it scares them so much because they’ve never seen person A willingly show emotions before and person A just stands up, and without looking at them in the eye holds their arms open wide for a hug

-giving another OC the murderer look while being in a ball pit

-OTP BONUS- being sick and person B must take care of grumpy OC, who is muttering swear words under their breath, and shoving away all medicine/soup/blanket/affection. Person B simply smiles, pats their head lovingly and continues to care for them

-OTP BONUS- Grumpy OC (who hates physical contact) suddenly gets really cuddly/affectionate/needy when sick. Grumpy OC is still in the friend zone/beginning phase of their relationship with person B, and yet person B is the only one who is around to care for them

-having to go to the bathroom really really badly

-OTP BONUS- (or platonic) Person B is shopping and taking forever. Grumpy OC is standing absolutely still, staring at a shelf of products, and fuming silently. Person B, after a long while of looking at two products, asks “should i get the X one or the Y one?” and Grumpy OC just grabs the top shelf, and dragging all the products down with them yells “III DOOON”TT CAAAREEE”

-being caught singing in the shower

Let’s just go over this scene in tonight’s episode of RWBY… 

Don’t take board game advice from Yang.

Weiss has a domination complex…

She says putting her arms around Ruby.  

They did this on freaking purpose… someone ask Monty.

Well, hi Ren.  Hi Nora.

…so, he’s smart and cute?  Geez…

*cue the clarinet*

I’m pretty sure no matter what gender you are women are still confusing.

phantastic-times  asked:

Do you have any ice skating Enorace headcanons? 💖

sure!

-Horace is a fucking goddess on ice 

-while Enoch.. not so much

-Enoch barely even set foot on the ice and he managed to fall a total of 4 times 

-so he stood hugging the wall like a wet gumpy puppy until Horace stopped showing off with all his twirls and twists and whatnot

-Horace found it hilarious while of course Enoch did not

-’cheer up, love!’ ‘ i will not.’ 

-Horace finally skid over and grabbed Enoch by his frozen hand and held him tight, for Enoch was very wobbly on his two left feet.

-After a while of Horace leading Enoch around, he became more comfortable on the ice and they were skating in a perfect little rhythm.  

-Horace tried to help Enoch skate on his own, ‘hold your hands out like so.’ he stuck his arms out to the side, ‘to keep your balance.’

-Enoch stuck his arms out and then proceeded to fall flat on his face. 

-So for the remainder of the night Enoch clung to Horace’s arm as they skated together, giving the occasional shy smile in Horace’s direction.