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anonymous asked:

wooooooo Hanamaki general headcanons please?

- He isn’t going to continue with volleyball in college, and Oikawa’s honestly mad at him for it. He doesn’t really care, though. As much as he loves the sport, he really doesn’t see himself devoting to it professionally like Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

- He’s really into murder, well, murder cases, really. He’s obsessed American crime shows like Forensic Files, The First 48, and even fictional ones like CSI Miami and Law & Order. He’s honest he could get away with murder, at this point, from all the things he’s learned.

- He actually really wants to go to school for law, but is a bit afraid he isn’t smart enough to do so. Matsukawa, who in no way, shape or form has his shit together, keeps pushing him to go ahead and take the damn opportunity before it slips away, so at least one of them ends up sucessful in the future.

- The biggest sweet tooth on Earth belongs to Hanamaki Takahiro. If it’s a dessert, you bet your ass he’s going to be eating it, even if it’s candied cockroaches. (which he’s had before. It was for a dare, but he has to admit he actually liked them. For their senior trip, Oikawa had dragged the group over to Paris, which Oikawa loved, because “Paris is the fashion capital of the world, after Milan, don’tcha know”, and Hanamaki loved it because dear lord, if France is known for anything, it’s their pastries. (There was a croquembouche ((cream puff tower)) at the hotel they were staying at and, upon seeing it, he cried a bit.)

- He has an awesome relationship with his little sister, who’s in her first year of highschool. She’s just like him, except, “her hair is much prettier”, according to her. Neither of them really care what they say around each other, and the entirety of their banter is extremely casual. They’ll talk about anything from global warming to Reddit 50/50 and never feel awkward about it later on. They’re more like friends, than anything.

- During the summer, when nothing is forcing him to wake up in the morning, he’ll sleep until 3 in the afternoon. He’ll stay up until 5 in the morning, too.

- He absolutely broke down on graduation day, more than anybody. More than Oikawa, to the group’s shock. The only real friends he’d ever had were those three, and the mere thought of never seeing them again once college started was horrifying. He wasn’t childhood friends like Iwaizumi and Oikawa, who were inevitably going to share the same casket together, and although Matsukawa and him are best friends, the idiot has a terrible habit of leaving everyone on read, and eventually, one day, just going to leave him on read forever. He can’t cope with the feeling of loss, especially when it comes to the three most important people in his life.

- He has a bad habit of sticking his hands down his volleyball shorts, and that habit has diffused outside the court, as well. Sometimes, he’ll catch himself doing it in a really formal place with his mom standing right next to him, or in the middle of class. He doesn’t really bother to cut it, though.

- He has an honest to god gum addiction, or something. On a daily basis, he’ll chew four pieces of bubblegum at a time, and although it disgusts Oikawa, Iwaizumi can’t help but wonder how in the world this guy’s jaw hasn’t shattered yet.

- He tried spiking up his hair once, but found that it only made his already big forehead look even bigger, like an oversized solar panel, or something, and swore he’d never spike it up again.

- He’s a huge stan of Pink Floyd. Matsukawa says that he’s pretentious, but he prefers the word, “bougey”, as Oikawa would call it.

- He doesn’t own a normal pair of socks. Every single pair either has a plant or some short, an animal, or a logo of a band. His favorite pair is the full body of an ostrich.

- He loves pufferfish, for some reason. As a kid he owned about twenty t-shirts with cartoon pufferfish on them, and it wasn’t until he was fifteen did he find out that people in his own country ate them. Needless to say, he was devastated.

- He was one of those really, really picky eaters when he was a kid. From age three to nine he constantly tried convincing his mom a diet of jolly ranchers and cream puffs was healthy.

Imagine Credence actually looking his full height because the shame and low self-esteem and fear and walls are gone, and he has no reason to look down and away and slouch as if he could curl in on himself.

No, now, he’s got messy hair a little past his ears, colorful mix of normal nomaj garments and some wizard brand clothing, full of deep and bright and happy colors.

No goddamn belt anymore.

Maybe even sometimes putting a flower behind his ear because it just feels nice.

Credence happy and healthy, and that life from before completely vanished.

Just gimme good Credence content

Wizards don’t have gender norms. 

I’m going to start off by saying, yeah some of my points were meant to be comedic relief but they still illustrate the point I’m making even if they were written for laughs. Also, please don’t fight me on this. If you get to the end of this post and you disagree and think wizards have a strict code of conduct on how they present their gender ok cool keep that to yourself.

• Gilderoy Lockhart has worn robes of every color (including pink for Valentine’s day :) Other wizards are described as wearing robes in pastel colors (I’m looking at u Dumbledore). This makes me think that robes are unisex and colors are not gendered. (And robes r the only shit wizards even wear so all their clothes are unisex)

• Going off that point, there’s a wizard Harry + Co. run into at the World Cup who’s rocking a floral dressing gown. First off, he probably thought that floral print was cute (and he was right) and didn’t realize it is normally regarded as ‘feminine’. He was confused when he got told off by a ministry because he bought the garment at a muggle store so wtf is the problem?? It didn’t even occur to him that muggles associate clothing with gender (Because wizards do not do that. Do u see what I am getting at) 

• Everyone and their dad has long hair. Hair length is not associated w/ gender 

• The only reason any of these are described as weird is bc Harry has been raised in a (super strict) muggle environment (like Vernon and Petunia really, really buy into societal bullshit bc they want their neighbors to be jealous of them or w/e idc)

I’ll probably add more as I continue rereading the series

5th of Pride Reads

How To Be A Normal Person by TJ Klune

Gustavo Tiberius is not normal. He knows this. Everyone in his small town of Abby, Oregon, knows this. He reads encyclopedias every night before bed. He has a pet ferret called Harry S. Truman. He owns a video rental store that no one goes to. His closest friends are a lady named Lottie with drag queen hair and a trio of elderly Vespa riders known as the We Three Queens.

Gus is not normal. And he’s fine with that. All he wants is to be left alone.

Until Casey, an asexual stoner hipster and the newest employee at Lottie’s Lattes, enters his life. For some reason, Casey thinks Gus is the greatest thing ever. And maybe Gus is starting to think the same thing about Casey, even if Casey is obsessive about Instagramming his food.

But Gus isn’t normal and Casey deserves someone who can be. Suddenly wanting to be that someone, Gus steps out of his comfort zone and plans to become the most normal person ever.

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

I legit really want this book. Like very much. 

Not Sleeping, Part 1

“Babe, have you seen my glasses?” Taylor’s voice called out from the bedroom, as Adam finished washing up. He walked into the bedroom and found Taylor on the floor, reaching around the bed. She looked up at him, squinting. “I can’t find them.” She looked so cute in his t-shirt and shorts, her hair up in a bun, her eyes squinty.

Adam smiled and then started to look around. “Why did you take off your contacts if you didn’t know where your glasses were?” He asked, looking on the dresser. Taylor sighed. “I thought they were where I always put them, on the table,” she said, gesturing to the bedside table next to her. She groaned. “I’m not moving. I can’t see anything, I’ll probably walk into a wall or something,” she said clearly frustrated.

“Come on, you can make it into the bed, I’ll help you,” Adam laughed, coming over. Taylor looked so disgruntled he had to laugh. “Love, this isn’t a big deal, I’ll find them, now come on,” he said, lifting her up and putting her in the bed. Taylor rolled her eyes. “I know, I know, I just like to have everything be where I left it, is that so hard?” She grumbled, as she pulled back the covers and slid into bed.

Adam walked around the room, searching under magazines and books, until he found them on the counter in the bathroom. He peeked his head out. “Did you, by any chance, read in the bathroom last night?” He asked, coming into the bedroom. Taylor groaned. “That’s right, I woke up at three and couldn’t fall back to sleep, so I went into the bathroom to read.”

Adam climbed onto the bed and slid her glasses onto her face, sneaking a kiss on her nose when he was done. “See, perfect,” he said softly, as Taylor’s eyes lit up. “I can see your face again!” She said happily, then pulled him in for a proper kiss. She sighed holding his face close to hers. “My hero,” she said dreamily, and Adam laughed in surprise. “Man you sure are an easy girl to please,” he smirked, climbing into bed next to her.

She curled up next to him with a book. Adam started to check his phone, but something about what she had said nagged at him. “Tay?”

“Yeah?” Taylor answer absentmindedly. “Why don’t you wake me up when you couldn’t sleep last night?”

“Hmm? Oh, that happens all the time. I don’t want to wake you every time I can’t sleep.” Taylor answered, yawning as she continued to read her book.

“Taylor, seriously, close the book.” Taylor sighed and looked up at him. “What?”
“You should wake me when you can’t sleep. What else are boyfriends for but to at least help you fall back to sleep when you can’t? And also–why can’t you sleep? This happens a lot?”

Adam looked for serious, and Taylor didn’t know how to respond. She looked at him in the eyes–he looked so concerned, so worried that she wasn’t sleeping. “Honestly, honey, it’s no big deal,” she answers slowly, running her fingers through his hair. “I can’t sleep for lots of reasons. Sometimes I have nightmares, or sometimes I’m too wired to sleep–sometimes I wake up worried I hadn’t done something I was supposed to–normal stuff.”

The more she talked, the more worried Adam became. “That’s not normal, love, most people can sleep through the night without fear or anxiety waking them up. Have you told your mother about this?”

Taylor laughed, surprised he would even think to mention her mom. “Of course not! Why would I worry her about all this, she has a million things to worry about right now?” Taylor have him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re sweet. Honestly, it’s no big deal, I wish you wouldn’t worry so much. But if you like, I’ll wake you up next time I can’t sleep, ok?”

Adam nodded as Taylor got up to turn out the light. After she crawled back into bed, he lifting his arm so she could snuggle in right next to him. “I mean, don’t you sometimes have worries that keep you up at night?” Taylor said, leaning her head against his chest, her arms around his waist.

“I don’t have any worries at all, save for you, love,” Adam responded stroking her hair. But Taylor was already fast asleep. “You’re the only thing I ever worry about at all.”

To be continued…

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mysticalmagicalmasterpiece-deac  asked:

Imagine Steve falling for the "come here I have a secret for you, closer, closerrr, *kisses" thing uwu

Steve gets along with his team, mostly, except for Tony sometimes. They’re friends and, as Nat tells him later, his refusal to even think about one of his team mates in anything other than a platonic way was why Pietro went about things the way he did.

When an ex-Hyrda agent says they have a secret for you, you listen. When a team mate says it, they have Steves full attention. When a particularly attractive friend (because Steve had eyes, even if he’d never planned on thinking about how good Pietro looked, with his silver hair and cocky smirk) calls out,

“Steve, come here, I have a secret for you,” with a curling accent and a smile, implying that the secret he has is just for Steve, well, Steve can be forgiven if he walks over slightly quicker than normal. In hindsight, it was weird for Pietro to beckon someone closer rather than speed right up to their faces, completely disregarding any personal boundaries in order to make the other person uncomfortable.

Steve stops a reasonable distance away, since he did have respect for personal boundaries. Pietro just scoffs, jerks his head away from Steve to get him to take a few more steps forward. Still not close enough, apparently, because Pietro rolls his eyes.

“Closer.” Steve takes another step, barely a foot away from Pietro now, but the man only shakes his head again.

“Closer. Is like you’ve never been told a secret before.” He scoffs, and Steve takes a large step closer, so close he’s almost touching Pietro, feeling a bit mischevious. But Pietro just smirks, whispers closer into the scant inches between them. Steve leans in, starting to turn his head so Pietro can whisper into his ear. Before his head can turn too far, however, soft lips are pressing firmly into his own.

They don’t move for a moment, both frozen and untouching, except for their lips, and then Steve moves his head slightly, tilts forward into the kiss, and he can feel the smirk that starts to curl around Pietros lips. Steve wraps an arm around Pietro as the speedster curls his hands around Steves biceps.

“Closer.” Steve can’t help but say, and Pietro laughs when Steve pulls them together, and Steve chases the sound with his tongue.

Mr Tall and Handsome

Anonymous said to 5minutefanfiction:

Can you do a samxreader where she is castiels daughter. And she has like dark blue hair and likes rock music. And she gets in trouble a lot and she’s just badass but when she meets Sam she’s really shy


‘Dean, Sam I need your help.’
‘Crap Cas where did you come from.’ Dean jumped, he had been completely caught up in the research.
‘Milwaukee, I need to ask for a favour.’ Castiel said sitting down. It wasn’t often he sat, this had the two boys concerned.
‘I need you to go get my daughter and bring her back to the bunker.’ The Winchesters stared at him, blinking
‘Ah…’
‘Wha…’
‘My daughter I need you to go get her and bring her to the bunker. Possibly lock her up until she comes to her senses.’
‘Since when did you have a daughter?’ Sam asked confused.
‘Since she was conceived.’ Sam blinked at the angel; it was a fair enough answer but still.
‘Cas man you need to explain better than that.’ And so he did, Cas told them on his 22 yr old daughter, the one he kept hidden from the word. The girl who had decided to rebel, the one who he had all the trouble in the world with. She was constantly suspended from school, fighting, lack of school work, drinking, she had speeding tickets, drink driving offences, she was sexual promiscuous, she lived the life of Rock and roll and Cas hated it.
‘And now she has changed her hair colour to blue. Blue that is not even a natural normal colour. It is blue. What do I do?’
‘I doubt she will let you lock her up Cas.’ Sam tried to reason. 
‘She is the daughter of the angel of the lord, she should be behaving better than this.’ The boys caved and agreed to at least talk to her, see if anything is wrong.

They arrived the location Cas gave them, the rock music was blaring, alcohol flowing freely. Dean was impressed and considered joining in with the celebrations.
‘Dude no.’ Sam said shaking his head, watching as Deans face fell.
‘Right Y/N.’ Dean walked out, it didn’t take long to find her. He watched as some guy drunkly grabbed her arse. She spun and slammed her fist into his face he heard the crunch from where he was standing. It was impressive. He watched at the daughter of an angel swayed from her drunken before turning back to her group of friends.
‘Y/N?’ he asked as he
approached. She looked at him, checking out his appearance before shaking her head.
‘Sweetheart I am no where near drunk enough for you to even attempt to think of hitting on me.’ She smiled and downed another shot. Dean smirked,‘Y/N?’ he asked again
‘Hand me that bottle will ya.’ She pointed to the whisky behind him. Dean handed it over frowning, watching as she downed a good portion of it.
‘Right, go. Give it your best line.’ She slammed her hand down on the table next to her. Dean looked at her shocked
‘I’m a friend of your father’s.’ he said raising an eyebrow.
‘Well shit, that’s about the best line I’ve heard. I will happily do who and what I can to piss him off.’ She laughed, a drunken cheeky laughed. ‘Let’s go.’
‘Ah, uh…No.’ Dean panicked as she dragged him into another room.
‘Oh, really you changed your mind. I’ll bet I can take you places people dream about darling.’ She smiled seductively. Stepping backwards towards some open curtains. Dean watched as she pulled a knife from her pocket and quickly cut her hand before slamming it into the wall behind the curtain. Y/N watched in disbelief as the man in front of her didn’t disappear.
‘You’ve got to be shitting me.’ She yelled, ripping the curtain of the wall to make sure the sigil was intact and still there.
‘Sorry sweetheart I am 100 percent human.’
‘Argh.’ She growled. Storming out past him. This was not good, her damn angel father was sending humans in. Because it wasn’t enough that everything else wanted her head. Humans to now. God damn Angels. Dean grabbed her arm Y/N wasn’t expecting it, she hit him hard, in the jaw.
‘So you found her?’ a voice said from behind Y/N spun to see the most gorgeous, hottest, tallest man she had ever seen.

‘WOW.’ She mouth, before dropping her face quickly.
‘Yeah, she’s a real pocket rocket too. You get to put her in the car.’ Y/N bit her lip, she wanted to say some thing, but couldn’t. She could feel Mr tall and handsome looking at her. She felt an uncontrollable blush spreading across her face.
‘My names Sam, that is my brother Dean.’ He spoke, his voice surprising gentle. She looked at him. His eyes smiling kindly.
‘Y/N.’ She said quietly.
‘Cas asked us to come talk to you. Not sure why but he did.’
‘That’d be why.’ She heard Dean say, Sam looked to the wall. He was impressed, the woman in front on him looked sweet enough, even with her rock style clothing and dark blue hair, he didn’t picture her as the type to cut her hand.
‘Do you need it bandaged or stitched?’ he asked, Y/N looked down at her hand, the blood slowly dripping onto the floor. She shook her head, he hair shifting like silk in the breeze and grabbed a few facial tissues off the table and pressed them to her hand.
‘We need you to come with us.’ Dean told her, she shook her head. There was no way she was going anywhere with anyone…well…maybe no way…If Sam asked she might consider it…maybe…ok probably…

‘Please, he’s worried about you.’ Sam tried.
‘I can take care of myself.’ She finally spoke a full sentence.
‘With the police record you have I don’t doubt it. But seriously you need to come with us.’ Dean demanded,
‘Make me.’ She snapped at him. ‘I’ll give you a matching bruise.’ Dean’s face tensed up, Y/N felt a hand on her arm, she didn’t lash out this time she stopped and looked up, he cheeks blushing red again.
‘Please. Cas is worried about you. He just needs to talk to you, know you are ok.’
‘You can’t just tell him I am?’ She asked quietly, Sam shook his head.
‘So Castiel sent you to collect me, so he can give me a lecture?’ she asked them, watching them nod. ‘How do I know that you aren’t another demon or douche angel trying to kill me?’
‘Because we wouldn’t do that. Please?’ Sam asked again. Looking deep into her eyes. Damn he affected her, worse than any guy she had met. Never had she struggled to talk, or smile. Never ahs a guy even made her blush. She went a safe and pulled a gun out, check it was loaded she slipped it into her belt. She cleared the house out of party goers and agreed to talk to father. To be honest, it was more so she could talk to Mr tall and handsome some more. If she could talk to him, but she had a feeling she would keep trying until she did.