haha i found that one house

…i couldn’t resist making this haha

Made these based off of some clips from @bext-k‘s roles in The Killing and House of Lies! (Also the extra clip from the beginning was a video I found from here.)

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Creepy Guest Book Entries Found

DAY 1 -[Morale] is high -We just arrived house is nice, warm, full of family. Food is good, and beds are nice, a bit rainy and windy but fun all the same. I think I’m [gonna] like it here :) -Devin

DAY 2 -That’s odd, there was no one on the beach today, it seems extra quiet. The construction workers didn’t show up today. We stayed inside today because the sky only cleared twice for us to go outside, the thanksgiving dinner was great, but now we’re almost out of food, haha my mom’s going shopping tomorrow at least. -Devin

DAY 3 This is getting really weird, on her way to the store there was no one around, the store was empty and seemed locked. Where is everyone?

-Please contact

DAY 4 -Things are bad, Dad went scouting and never came back, now we’re down to 1 car and it’s out of gas. Food and [morale] is low, tv and radios are down as well as the internet, oh God, where is everyone? -Devin

DAY 5 -Electricity went out, we’re practically starving. Please, anyone. [Coyotes] have invaded town, and they’re aggressive. Nate went out the other day and didn’t come back, now we only go outside rarely and in pairs. I think this is driving me crazy, I’m not remembering things -Devin

DAY 6 -Oh God, we’re forgetting! everyone slowly, Ned forgot his name and mom forgot she was ever married, what’s happening to us?? Why am I writing these? Nevermind that, we need food badly! I would love to eat some… some… what do I want? I need to lie down. -Div…

DAY 7 -[Where], why? How? We’re dropping like flies. Oscar woke up this morning and didn’t know how to walk. Where’s mom? Where’s Nate? Where, where, where, where, oh God I’m losing it help PLEASE -D

Source:X

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character posters + doodles

“Minerva’s school career overlapped by two years with that of Pomona Sprout, later Head of Hufflepuff House, and the two women enjoyed an excellent relationship both then, and in later years.“

psysomatics  asked:

-slides you a twenty- I see your trans boy Will and I raise you an also trans boy Nico.

TRANS SOLANGELO….. this is my lifeblood and i thank you. sorry this is so late though!! ill try to get better about that haha…

- nico has never met anyone else like him. when he was very young, he told maria and bianca about how he felt, always seemed confused when people called him a girl, and would respectfully correct them, saying “no sir, im the man of the house!” because hades rarely found the time to be with them.

- hades was the one to convince bianca and maria that what nico is is normal. through out all the ages, he’d seen many people like him, and he relayed a few of the words that you could call nico to the three, then just to nico, alone, “you are my son”. it makes nico happy. this is the first time he hears it, but not the last.

- later on in life, nico forgets he isnt alone in being transgender. he forgets he isnt alone in all things. his father presents him with the correct materials to bind once he reaches that age, but nico never takes off the binder even though he knows it isnt safe, and he doesnt care either. he figures he’ll keep passing, and if he dies, very few people will notice, and likely no one would miss him terribly. he has no responsibilities with bianca gone. he has no one to live for, but he lives anyways, not caring if or when death comes.

- things only get worse when he starts realizing he likes men. if he were a REAL man, he tells himself, then he’d like women. wouldnt he? he remembers all the stories of the gods taking male lovers, he turns them over in his head, he knows that men loving men is as old as rhyme, but he cant help it. dysphoria grips him strongly, as it always seems to.

- when he shows up in will’s infirmary, will is shocked at the state of nico’s body. he says so, out loud, “i am shocked at the state of your body” and nico’s entire body tenses and he’s terrified of what comes next, but will says instead “even i remember to take this thing off sometimes! you have to let them BREATHE, di angelo, dont you know what kind of injury you can get? what kind of SICKNESS? how are you not dead yet?”

- nico and will talk during those three days in the infirmary, mostly will yelling at him and trying to convince him that binder safety is important “its just… those things.” “yes and your ribs and lungs and everything else! you can get so sick from this, nico!” “…oh” but they talk about other things like will’s starry-eyed love for star trek. nico offers up some things about mythomagic and will is happy to hear about it. nico isnt used to the attention. it feels… strange.

- will is brave and nice and kind of slow figuring things out but ultimately clever. he has a terrible bedside manner and is a dangerously efficient healer, would probably operate on a man who’s awake and staring him in the eye if he knew it would save his life. nico respects him. nico feels skeletal butterflies in his stomach and chest and tells himself “just respect” but he knows its a lie. will has pretty golden curls and his blue eyes get so wide with his big, charming smile when he talks about doctor mccoy and mr spock and the starship enterprise. nico thinks he could hear about star trek every day of the week. he knows hes got it bad

- when nico is dispatched from the infirmary, he’s almost reluctant to leave. before he leaves, he impulsively asks will if he’d like to hang out again sometime. will smiles at the invite and jokes “like a date?” and without thinking, nico says “yes.” they stare at eachother in silence while will blinks, processing. then he says “oh…. well then yes!” and hes smiling and his cheeks are pink and cute and nico smiles a bit too, triumphantly. they plan to go on a date soon, very soon, and nico leaves the infirmary feeling like he’s just won the lottery. better than the lottery. a chance with will solace (who may or may not be doing a dance in the infirmary while his siblings watch in confusion at the fact that HE is going out with THE handsome, incredible, mysterious, hilarious, dorky nico di angelo. what a guy!!! what an absolute catch! way to go solace!)

- these dorks are extremely gay and im dying.

Lost and Found || Core four

Originally posted by joelshammonds

word count : 1, 206

pairing : Core Four x Reader

warnings : A v. v. stressed reader, reader getting lost?

summary : With everything going on in Riverdale you decide to go for a walk in the woods behind your house, to bad you are horrible with directions and everything looks the same. Now Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead are going crazy to find their missing best friend.

a/n : because i seem to have no self control…of course one of my favorite characters and who i usually write for find you. but like…no spoilers. haha. btw, if you guys ever need someone to talk to, my inbox is always open; i don’t have to reply publicly either, just let me know! your issues are valid no matter how big or small and i’ll always try and help <3

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     Between a murder walking around in Riverdale and the whole thing with with Archie and Miss Grundy, you had ever right to be stressed out. You weren’t one to show it cause you wanted to always be their for your friends. It didn’t help you made your own problems, though valid in their own way, seem much smaller and nonequivalent to everyone else’s. You generally just put up with the stress you felt, you were strong and you could take whatever was thrown at you. But today things just seemed to weigh just a little to much so you thought a small walk in the woods. You didn’t even think about the fact you got lost in a paper bag and everyone knew the cell service by your house was completely shit. 

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“Oh good you’re awake!” Anthony said looking down at his babysitter. “Anthony?! Is that you?!” His babysitter was in shock as she gazed upon the now 24 year old hunk hat resembled the 8 year old child she was babysitting the night before.

“Oooooo! Mommy isn’t going to be happy when she sees me like this! You’re going to be in big trouble!” Anthony said with his arms crossed. “Hey! Stop looking at that big thing, I’m talking to you!” Anthony scolded his babysitter as he tried covering his throbbing dick and hanging balls.

Anthony’s babysitter couldn’t believe her eyes. She was gazing at such an attractive man now. She thought to herself, “how did this happen?” and then she remembered Anthony’s mom saying to only give him 2 drops of his cold medicine. I guess she gave him 2 drops too many as Anthony was now a large grown man. Little did the babysitter and Anthony know that Anthony’s father switched the cold medicine with some “G-29” he found on the streets one day. His wife and him were getting old in age and needed some extra help around the house. Anthony’s dad would’ve grown his son himself but he thought it would be less messy if the babysitter “accidentally” grew their precious son instead.

“Hey! I feel kinda funny” Anthony said while stroking his dick and playing with his balls. “Haha, this tickles…Can you help me find some clothes so I’m not all naked anymore?” Anthony said flexing his muscles and feeling his balls in his large hands. “Sure! Just meet me outside.” The babysitter had to change her own clothes from the sight of such an attractive man pleasuring himself right in front of her.

The Girl Who Cried Fanfic (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: When your family is desensitized to your screams, because they usually just meant you were reading a fluffy fanfiction, the hero you’ve been reading about is the one who saves you in a time of actual danger.

 Word Count: 3228 

Requested: Nope 

A/N: Second fic on tumblr ever, first ever Peter Parker. I had this idea when my friend told me that she screamed at the fluff in one of my other fics, but that nobody in her house came to check on her. Jokingly, I called her “the girl who cried fanfic” and well, the rest is history.


You lay in your bed late at night, the only one awake in your small New York apartment. As you scrolled through your Tumblr, you saw a new post from your favorite account, a superhero fan account that loved hearing about the shenanigans the Avengers got into. Clicking on it, you saw this one was about Spider-Man.

Weird, you thought. Spider-Man isn’t really well known outside of Queens. Maybe you knew the owner of this account.

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S. M. I. L. E.

Title: S. M. I. L. E.

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff/F!Reader

Additional characters: Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, mentions of Vision and Laura Barton

AU: No superpowers/superskills; Everyone lives a normal life

Word count: 6,300+ (oops)

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Additional tags: Barton!Reader. Athlete/Runner!Pietro. Jealous Pietro. Bucky is a dick – albeit a really helpful one. Wanda (and Steve!) ships you and Pietro REALLY hard.
Summary: Pietro wasn’t jealous. He’s really not. He just didn’t like the fact that you seemed a bit more keen when Bucky flirted with you. Mostly Pietro’s pov.
Prompt: “Stop smiling at me. I can’t stop messing up my words when you look at me like that.”

neurotic a/n: I’m sorry this is so late! Also this is my first time writing xreader story/one-shot (which suffered a lot of rewrites), so I apologize in advance for this tale’s quality. Pietro may be ooc…? I don’t know anymore. *is sweating bullets*
(proper) a/n: This is for @bionic-buckyb​‘s 5k AU Writing Challenge. Hope you like this, Kait!


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The Yellow Dress ( Hercules x Reader )

(Write-A-Thon!)

Summary: Hercules is a fashion major and asks (Y/N) to model one of the dresses he’s made.

Au: modern college

Warnings: a shirtless Hercules, curse words, ass squeezing, making out?

Word count: 1,479

a/n: Yesterday was the last day of @hamwriters Write-A-Thon! The prompt was to write an Oak or Hercules or Madison fic. This is actually coming out one day late oops. Well, I’m glad the Write-A-Thon is over because although I actually managed to do it, I found it stressful to come out with a fic everyday haha.

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It was a summer night and you were at a typical cliché college house party. It was hosted by one of your friends, Alex. He was quite the wild one, always being reckless and the ‘act before thinking’ type of dude.

The music was loud as hell and you were sitting alone on a green and blue arm chair, downing a cup of Alex’s famous 'fruit punch.’ In the beginning it was fruit punch, but he had a habit of adding tonnes of alcohol in it. Across the room was your best friend Hercules. Your stupid best friend and nothing more. Oh how you wished you were more than friends. You were quite similar to Alex, always acting before thinking, you were super drunk and already feeling how bad your hangover would be tomorrow.

Slowly, you got up from the chair, still clutching your drink as you tipsily made your way over to Herc. You realised he was talking to some girl that you didn’t know and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Woah (Y/N)!” Herc shouted as he looked at your body. You were wearing a short red dress that seemed to get a lot of attention along with 5 inch red heels which killed your feet. “How wasted are you!” He continued.

You wanted to reply to him, but your head was banging and suddenly you lost balance of yourself and fell over. Which caused your drink to pour all over your body. You were on the floor and your head was pounding even more than it was before. Herc’s warm arms lifted you off the ground and carried you bridal style.

“Okay, let’s get you home (Y/N).” He whispered.

Herc carried to your apartment, which wasn’t very far. He remembered that you always kept a spare key under the mat so he opened the door, brought you into your bedroom and laid you on your bed.

“I love you (Y/N). Sleep tight.”

Your eyes shot opened and it was already morning. You darted up and your head felt like it was hit by a shit ton of bricks. Last night you heard Herc say that he loved you. Or did you? You were so wasted, you couldn’t remember most of the events that happened last night. All you remembered was being at Alex’s party and Herc talking to you. How did I get into my bed? You asked yourself. Realising you were still in yesterdays clothes you got up and changed into a pair of black shorts and a red t-shirt with the word Trippy on it.

You walked out of your bedroom and saw Herc sleeping on your sofa. To your left was his shirt, which confused you. Heading over to your kitchen, you grabbed a glass and poured yourself a cup of water. Accidentally, you knocked it over, causing it to fall off the counter and crash onto the floor. Which resulted into Herc waking up and standing up off the couch. You stared at his shirtless body. Shit. Fuck. Damn he looked so handsome. He gave an awkward smile and grabbed his shirt and put it on. Your smile died down a bit.

“What happened yesterday?” You asked him.

Herc didn’t do anything but rush to your side and attempted to clean up the pieces of glass on the floor.

“Herc. Stop. I’ll do it, go sit over there and tell me what happened yesterday”

He went over to sit on a stool and began to tell you what happened yesterday. “Okay well, we were at Alex’s party, I’m guessing you already know that.” You nodded your head as you picked up the pieces of glass. “You drank lots of 'fruit punch.’” He air quoted. “Went over to talk to me and collapsed. So I picked you up and brought you back here.” He continued.

“Right.” You said as you put the glass into the bin.

“Oh and I stayed here so that nothing happened to you, and so you wouldn’t do anything stupid. I know what you’re like when you’re drunk.”

You laughed quietly as you poured yourself another glass of water and downed it.

“Thanks.” A smile appeared on Herc’s face.

“Well I actually gotta back to the house to get ready for classes. I’ll see you later!”

“Oh right. Uhm yeah. See you later.”

He walked out the front door. You were still in shock that Herc told you that he loved you last night. Although you didn’t have any classes today, you still went into your bathroom to have a long hot shower as you were feeling so groggy from yesterday.

After you got out of the shower you looked on your phone, Herc texted you.

From: Hercy Turkey
Hey I forgot to ask you if you could come to the house later, I need you to model a dress I made

Herc had asked you to do this millions of times and you’ve always said yes. This time, you weren’t so sure. But because he’s your friend you agreed.

To: Hercy Turkey
When?

From: Hercy Turkey
1?

To: Hercy Turkey
Sure

You looked at the time, it was 12. That gave you around an hour to get ready and make sure he didn’t know that you were a wreck from last night. Even though he already knew that you were a wreck from last night. You changed into a pair of leggings and a baggy sweater before putting on a bit of makeup. Then, you made your way to the house.

The door was wide open as people were still leaving the house. Jeez you thought. You walked into the living room to see Eliza picking up cups and putting it in a trash bag whilst Alex was still trying to get over his hangover. Eliza was always the responsible one in your little group. Thank God Alex had Eliza, he’d be even more of a train wreck than he is now if he wasn’t with her.

“Ah. (Y/N) I saw what happened yesterday, you okay?” Eliza asked as she looked up at you.

“Yeah. So you’re tidying up these guys’ mess?” You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Hmm. I really should just leave everything and let these guys tidy up.” She said pointing to Lafayette and John who were lying on the floor.

“Hey. Hey baby. Can you be a bit quieter? My head hurts.” Alex wrapped his arms around Eliza.

“Sure honey. I love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too Liza.”

“Anyway, why are you here (Y/N)?” Eliza asked you.

“Oh I’m here for Herc’s new dress,” you finally realised what you were here for.

“Oh right. He’s in his room.”

You smiled at her as a way of saying thank you and went upstairs to Herc’s room. His door was closed so you gently knocked on it, in a few seconds he opened if with a huge smile on his face.

“Hey!” “Hello!”

You both said at the same time. A wide grin appeared on your face as you saw a bright yellow flared sundress on a hanger. Your eyes widened in awe.

“Herc! That’s the dress?” He nodded. “It’s beautiful!” Squealing as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You let go and asked.

“When do I get to try it on?”

“Now would be a great time. Uhm. I’ll leave the room.”

Herc left the room quickly, leaving you to put on the dress. You quickly took your clothes off an slipped on the dress. But there was one problem. The zipper.

“Herc! I need help with the zip. It’s. Stuck.” You called.

He rushed in and closed the door behind him. Herc held your hair up to get it out of the way and pulled the zipper up. It was a silent moment. You turned around, tucked your hair behind your ear and gulped. Your eyes looked up to his big eyes and stared at them. A slight smile struck his face, and with that you giggled and looked down at his feet. He lifted your chin up, bent down and placed a kiss on your lips. His tender hands moved to your waist as the kiss got more passionate. Making your lips tingle in excitement. Your hands were placed on his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His hands moved lower and made its way to your ass and squeezed it. Luring a moan from you.

You both pulled apart, he stood up properly and placed his chin on the top of your head, his arms still wrapped around you.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I know. I heard you tell me last night.” You told him.

“Did I tell you that you look gorgeous in this dress?” He said.

“Hey! Don’t change the subject.” You paused. “Because. Because I love you too.”

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My Bullet Journal Set Up

So some of you have asked me about my bullet journal (I’m looking at you, @munirastudies (and some anons - hi anons!)). Here it is: my set-up!

I previously did a post on my bullet journal at the very beginning of this studyblr, which can be found here. It’s just changed so much since then that I decided I’d post a new one!

- 1 - I’ve got a dotted Leuchtturm1917 A5 notebook in a really dark blue - which fits because I’m Ravenclaw. I was actually planning on painting the house crest on the front cover, but I never got to do it… but I think I’ll do it soon haha.

- 2 - When you look at my bullet journal you’ll see that I have some bright tags there. They really help me find stuff quicker (but they aren’t sticky enough so they often get loose.. I should change that). You can see my tag list in picture

- 3 - and it’s at the very end of the notebook. For those of you who don’t know this system yet, it’s really simple! You just decide how you want to tag that page, for example “books” as I did in mine, and go to the back of your notebook to write it down there. Then you choose a colour and put a strip of washi tape (or I use post it flags) on that page in the back and also on the page you want to tag so that the colours are in one line and you can see them from the outside (god I’m bad at explaining this but I can’t find the page that explained it to me, sorry!).

- 4 - On the first three pages there’s an index, and I use the first page for years and months, then the second page (which you can see in the picture) I use for anything else.

- 5 - Then there’s my key. I have a colour coding system, but I use some colours twice (which is really bad, I know) because there just weren’t enough colours! I have one colour for each subject, then also for other parts of my life like work, family and friends, uni in general and health (which is anything really: when I eat, doctor’s appointments, when I clean my flat etc). There’s also a key for my expenses which I rarely use anymore, and one for how long it took me to do a task which I also don’t use anymore.

- 6 - In this picture, and also the one before, you can see my yearly overview (which I am still so proud of because I thinks it’s really pretty). I only write down really important stuff in there, and things I’m looking forward to.

- 7 - Now we come to the more important stuff in my bullet journal. In this picture you can see my monthly overview. Here I write down everything that happens that particular month, like when I have to work, exams, family and friends stuff, and birthdays etc. I also have space for goals that I want to achieve that month, and an expenses table. This really helps me because often times I would just go shopping for books and stuff and spend so much money (which you can see hasn’t really improved much {{I spent 70€ on books last month?!}}). Now I can see how much I spend and what I should do better next month (like, I should definitely buy less books {{I actually spent more money on books this month and it’s not even halfway through but shush}}). On the next page there’s an example of a weekly overview. This one looks pretty much the same every week (at least the layout). Here are some more examples:

There’s always space for my weekly goals, then a food table where I write down everything I eat (which should make me more aware of what I eat and change my habits of eating - but it kind of doesn’t), underneath that there’s my habit tracker (and you can see I’m not very good at that either), and then there’s some kind of time tracker…? I don’t know what it’s called, I just thought I needed to know how I spend my time each day, like if there’s a lot of pink I’ve been doing a lot for myself (reading, watching movies, listening to music), if there’s lots of yellow I did a lot with friends and family, then there’s days where I was very creative and a lot of the time is purple - or if there’s lots of green (history) and red (English) I did a lot for uni. I really like this one (and I think I came up with it myself, but if someone has already claimed credit I give it all to you haha).

- 8 - Let’s just ignore the fact that this was one of my most unproductive weeks of all time (like, do you see how often I migrated tasks here?!). Just like my weekly overviews, my daily overviews look pretty much the same every week - at least the basic layout. I get bored of a certain layout about halfway through the week, so I try to come up with a new one every week. See how I got an arrow based layout in the orange overview, and kind of tree/nature based in the green one? What I always include is how much water I drink. I try to drink 12 glasses of water, which in my case is about 2,5 litres. Then there’s the basic to do list thing that bullet journals have. I include my colour code here as well, it just makes it easier for me to see what kind of things I have to do each day. Some more examples:

- 9 - I also have pages in my bullet journal that I use for lists, uni stuff, recs, organisation and personal stuff. In this picture you can see my “books to read” list. On the first example picture of the daily pages you can also see my wish list (which only has “money” on it - figures) and a pro/contra list about the two options I have for my stay abroad. Here are some more examples:

My saving goals page (which isn’t really done yet) and my schedule for this semester(which doesn’t have the hours on it):

and a “movies to watch” list (some spelling mistakes included):

- 10 - This last picture is my current spread. I saw this on tumblr and wanted to try it, but my colour code kind of destroys it. Maybe I’ll try it again some time without my colour code… Here’s another picture of the weekly overview:

Wow. This got a little out of hand! I hope you enjoy this :)

How sweet it is to be loved by you

A completely pointless fluffy Philinda-in-Ireland fic. Literally. All fluff. No angst to be found. Haha. Title is a Michael Buble song.

Dedicated to the birthday girl and one of my favorite people EVER, @b00k-freak! I LOVE YOU.

Also on AO3.


He tries to read the book.

Honestly, he tries. 

The whole idea of this vacation spawned from his desire to read this book in Ireland. Granted, he wasn’t sitting in a pub at the moment–which had originally been part of the dream–but he was much happier with the way his idea had turned out instead. 

Rather than a noisy pub, Phil sat in a beautiful old house with polished wood floors, a garden out back, and a view of the Irish country-side that was to die for. Currently, Phil sat on the couch in the cozy living room as it rained lightly outside, his sock-clad feet were propped up on the coffee table, and he was trying his best to keep his eyes from straying to the other side of the sofa, where the source of his distraction sat.

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Suspicious Minds.

Hello babybaby! I want to make a cute request with Daryl ! I was wondering one which Y/N find some cd’s on a old store and when she come back and her take a shower and get comfy … she put some good (old-dancy) music .. like Suspicious Mind by Elvis for example and she and D start to dance and is so cute and fluffy .. and then someone (Maggie for example) pass through our house and she can see us thru the window and take a pic with a Polaroid and .. yeah I just would love that haha 💘

I hope you like it! 💕


You walked through the aisles of the old store you had found. Rick wanted you to find something interesting unlike all those times in the past when you were only focused on finding food and water. This time was different, so you were looking for something interesting in other places.

This was an old record store; the shelves were dusty and most of the cd’s were still there, no one had taken them because they weren’t very useful these days. You started reading the tags on the packages of the cd’s, wondering what kind of music would be more ‘interesting’, but you figured it would be better to take a bunch of them and let the others decide themselves.

You tucked at least six of them into your backpack and got out of there.

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You got back home after hours of scavenging. You opened the door of your house and found all the lights off, so you knew that Daryl hadn’t gotten home yet.

You threw your stuff to the kitchen table and noticed that you had accidentally taken one of the food bags with you and left your backpack at the pantry, you also noticed that one of the cd’s had gotten mixed up with the food. But it was late and you were tired, so you left the bag on the table and decided that you would take it to the pantry in the morning, after a lovely night of deserved rest.

You looked down at the cd and grabbed it. You stared at it as you tried to remember when was the last time you had actually listened to music. It had been a long time, that’s all you knew. So you took it upstairs with you.

As you started the shower and waited for the water to get warm, you put the cd on a player in your room. The music was nice and the rhythm was smooth. You went to the bathroom and left the door ajar, so you could hear the music playing.

The water fell on your body and you threw your head back so it would rinse all the dirt from your face and hair. Almost unconsciously, you started moving to the beat of the music, and humming as you ran the little pink bar of soap down your body. The shower itself was relaxing, the closest you could get to a spa day lately, and the music on top of that was soothing. But after over half an hour of being under that warm waterfall, you knew it was time to get out, so you reluctantly turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around your body.

When you went out, you found Daryl laying on the bed. He had his feet up and his head on a pillow, he was chewing on some cold hard thing that he probably found in the fridge.

“How was your shower?”, he asked with his eyes on you. You sighed, wishing you had stayed in there.

“Great”, you answered and opened a drawer. He laughed lowly as the song that had been playing started fading to silence, and Daryl watched you as you put some comfortable clothes on.

As you slid a loose grey shirt on, the next song started playing. It was a classic song, the beat was catchy at first and then the unmistakable voice of Elvis started to come out from the speakers.

Daryl got up from the bed and stood in front of you, he took your hand and pulled you close.

“What are you doing?”, you asked with a strange look between laughs.  

“Dancing”, he said and you arched an eyebrow. “Or trying to.”

You laughed again, but you let him guide you through the song. Daryl started laughing too, he dropped his head to the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, then you felt his breath tickling your skin as he exhaled. His lips grazed your neck softly and you smiled as you closed your eyes and just listened to the song.

His hands were on your hips, holding you softly but possessively, leading you as the song keep playing. His lips were still on your neck and you felt him mouthing every word in the song, tickling your skin. You giggled and shook him off, when he lifted his face, you took your hands off his shoulders and placed them on either side of his face.

“I love you too much, baby”, Elvis and you said in one voice. Daryl smiled and lowered his face again, his lips crashed against yours but he took them off almost instantly so you could keep dancing.

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Maggie had been organising the things you had brought that day, she noticed that you had left your backpack at the pantry, so she was bringing it back to you.

She was walking down the street when she noticed that the light in your room was on and that the drapes were open. She looked up and saw you two dancing, she was smiling but she suddenly found herself feeling a little sad.

Seeing you dancing and holding each other reminded her of Glenn. She closed her eyes for a moment, then she blinked several times to brush the tears away with her lashes.

She opened your backpack and found a polaroid camera there. She looked at the window through the lens and pressed the button. When the picture came out and the little white square turned into the image of Daryl and you, Maggie exhale sharply. She remembered Glenn had taken one of those of her sleeping, but she didn’t have it anymore.

But, even if thinking of those things made her sad, she found a little bit of joy in seeing that you two were together.

-

The next morning, you woke up to the soft sound of music. You hadn’t turned the cd player off before going to bed. You grunted as you smacked Daryl’s back to wake him up.

“Turn that off”, you told him without even opening your eyes. He grunted as well and rubbed his eyes before getting on his feet.

“It’s time to go, anyway”, he said with a sleepy voice and turned the music off.

“Okay”, you mumbled on kicked the covers off.

You changed your clothes and washed your face, you tied your hair and ran downstairs to have some breakfast before going on with everyday’s routine.

“Did you leave something on the door?”, Daryl asked you as he took a bite of an apple. You frowned at what he said.

“No, why?”

“There’s something on the door”, he said.

You wondered what it was, it’s not like you were getting mail nowadays, so it was strange to you.

You walked towards the door and found two little pieces of paper. You picked them up; one of them was a note, it read:

I left your backpack at the doorway,

Maggie

And the other one was a polaroid picture. You watched it intently. It was a dark picture with just a little square of light in which you were dancing with Daryl. Somehow, it made you think of the dark world that you were living in, but you could always find a little bit of light in Daryl.

“What is it?”, Daryl asked from the kitchen.

You smiled as you looked down at it and giggled.

“It’s us.”

cupofkauffie  asked:

Can you write a HC where the reader is significantly shorter than Newt (and people kind of poke fun at her height) so she winds up moping around in Newt's shirt, but Newt cheers her up telling her how much he loves her as she is. Maybe a little touchy-feely Newt trying to make her smile🙈 ((I hope you find the perfect house ❣️))

Thank you! I think we found the one ❤️ also, I’m totally short so I feel for the reader already haha

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-You frowned as you buttoned up Newt’s shirt, the larger white material hanging off your much smaller frame. You fell onto the bed, annoyed at everyone and everything.
-Jacob had cracked a few jokes over your lunch with him and Tina, and they both laughed at the fact that you were more than a foot shorter than Newt.
-It’s not like you could help it though…so what if you had to use stepping stools and heels often to be of average height.
-“What do they know?” You muffled into the pillow.
-You felt a light smack on your behind, and a familiar weight fell on top of you. The scent of spices and cologne filled your senses, and you turned your head to peek at your boyfriend.
-Newt smiled at you, twisting you around until you were lying beneath him. “Hello, my darling.”
-“Hi.”
-Newt instantly knew something was wrong, and he gave you a concerned look. “What happened?”
-You repeated the jokes Jacob and Tina had made, and it only made you more annoyed when you heard Newt chuckle a bit.
-“I’m sorry, love. Just ignore them, you’re perfect as is.” He kissed your cheek, pinning you to the bed.
-“I wish I was taller.”
-Newt hummed in response, smiling down at you. “Ah, but then if you were taller I couldn’t easily carry you off into the bedroom, or kiss you perfectly on the forehead.”
-You laughed at his words, knowing he was somewhat right about that. Your height did make some things rather fun for you both.
-“I love you, darling. Short stature and all.”

Hope that’s ok!

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anonymous asked:

On that hollandse website (where we found all those Briana pics the other day) there are pap pics from yesterday, taken outside of Louis public house (it is the house we already know about right? Or is it another one?). Anyway, it's just a guy delivering McDonalds haha Rusty still has to promote McDonalds again (remember his ig pic, super subtly, promoting them? lmaooo). So, yeah, just pics of the house, and one dude delivering McDonalds.[I sent this to someone else but I think she's asleep rn]

What the fuck is happening in this message. I think I’m asleep.

Fictober Drabbles - Day 20

Today’s @stoickovic prompt: “Informant” (@fictober @today-in-fic)


He comes in the house smelling of cut grass, earbuds in and head bobbing, sort of half-rapping under his breath, none of it even remotely intelligible. She looks up from her paperwork with an eyebrow raised, and he pops one earbud out.

“I found a 90s one-hit wonders station on Pandora. You remember Snow? Informer?”

“Can’t say that I do.”

“I swear it played on the radio every day for six months. Licky boom-boom down?”

She snorts. “What?”

“Licky boom-boom down, Scully.”

“Mulder, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He leers at her. “Oh, I think you do.”

Careful... | Joker x Male Reader (Part 5)

Warnings: Wet Dreams, Sexual Tones

Words: 1547


(Y/N) POV:

After walking off stage my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. The light layer of sweat that covered my body made me want to shower immediately but the roar of the crowds applause made me want to run back on stage. Thinking about my performance made my stomach feel tight. I can’t deny I liked being too close to The Joker. When I got back to my dressing room, a guard informed me I would be moving into The Joker’s mansion. I was to be escorted there tonight.

The Joker insisted I rode with him in his gorgeous car, naturally I didn’t deny it. It was a cold night and my shorts weren’t helping.

“I must say, ” He said softly, “I did enjoy that wonderful, wonderful performance.” His fingers danced over and slowly settled on my upper thigh. I felt my heart skip and my cheeks flush red.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm trying so desperately to find this fic please help. So it's wolfstar and it's the one where Remus can drive and his dad gets mad at him for coming out and Remus and Sirius get each other dog collars as Christmas presents when they all go over to James house and then they all drive and Remus blasts Queen and Petunia is there and the marauders make peter flirt with her. Thanks ❤️

One of my all-time favorite fics!

  • Accidentally in Love by LupinsLittleSister– 171k, M, multiple eras (mostly MWPP era). “Sirius and Remus both had their own reasons for never falling in love. But since when does love listen to reason?

Enjoy! <3

Finding Challenge

I’m going to be opening photo submissions for a bit FOR THIS CHALLENGE (I’m sorry to say that I’ll be deleting any unrelated photo submissions)

First person to submit a photo of me (other than my profile picture from IG, I know many of you have already found that) wins 35 points (this one’s pretty easy but I was having a hard time thinking of a finding challenge haha)