house and cart

827. Ravenclaw house does a book share every year. Returning students bring their favorites (magical or muggle) and put them on the empty shelves. Throughout the year, all the books are up for grabs. After reading, you write your name on the inside cover on a piece of paper so you know who else in the house has read it and you can discuss with friends or meet new people who read the same book. At the end of the year, you take the ones you want for the holiday or take yours back home with you.

submitted by jsboss

Meeting Him: Liam Dunbar

Summary: Liam and the reader meet for the first time

Note: part of the Meeting Him Series


Life is filled with things we don’t want to do, whether it’s picking up after the dog when it takes a dump in the front yard of the neighbor’s house or carting a little brother around because Mom bribed you with a new video game. In my case, it was the latter.

           It wasn’t really fair, but at the same time, it was. Mom had waited until the summer to move to Beacon Hills, had done the unpacking, the cooking, and the cleaning… all I had done was hook up the Xbox in our new house and sat on my ass, thumbs darting over the controller. So when she came to me with a weary look on her face, I caved.

           “Zachary, let’s go!” I called from the front hallway. Every Monday and Wednesday, Zac had lacrosse lessons from the Beacon Hills High School lacrosse team. It was a program put together by the school to encourage young athletes and teach kids how to play the game. Usually Mom took him, but I could tell she was tired- she was up most of the night talking to her lawyer about her and Dad’s divorce- so it was my responsibility to take him. And we were already ten minutes late. “Zac!” I yelled one more time, unlocking the front door.

           The pitter-patter of my five year old brother’s feet smacked across the hard wood floors. “Y/N, I need help.” Zac pouted his lower lip as he showed me his jumbled shoelaces. Sighing, I squatted to help him tie his cleats.

           “There ya go, Bub. Now let’s go. We’re late.” I scooped him up and propped him on my hip, hollering a “Bye, love you Mom” over my shoulder before locking the house. Zachary giggled as I buckled him into his booster seat, reaching out to touch my hair. I swatted his hand gently. “Knock it off, Bubba.”

           As soon as I started the car, Zac squealed, “Danger Zone! Danger Zone!” I rolled my eyes and sighed. Still, I complied, popping in the Top Gun soundtrack. Lately airplanes and the Navy’s Fighter Weapons School had been his obsessions- besides Lilo and Stitch, of course. When he began to sing along, I glanced back at him to confirm a suspicion of mine. Ever since Mom started to let him dress himself, Zachary only wanted to wear his “Stitch” shirt. It was so worn that it had a hole in the shoulder and the left armpit. Still, it was all he wanted to wear.

           “Bubbie, has that shirt been washed? You wore it yesterday… and the day before that…”

           In a perfect imitation of Stitch’s voice, Zac cried, “Stitch doesn’t take baths!”

           “But Stitch stinks!” I giggled.

           Zac crossed his arms. “Lilo likes Stitch’s shirt.”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Where’s Lilo?”

           Zachary appeared thunderstruck. “We’re going to see Lilo right now!” I furrowed my eyebrows. What was that crazy kid talking about? Before I could question him any further, the song ended, prompting him to chant, “Again! Again!”

           —

           We ended up arriving twenty minutes late. Awesome. Mom will most definitely not be pleased.

           As soon as I set Zachary on the ground, he took off running. “Wait, Zac!” I yelled, chasing after him. He wasn’t listening though. His little legs charged for the open gate, passing through without slowing, and disappeared from sight. Heart pounding, I followed his path to find myself standing before a green field filled with little kids. Great. How am I going to find him now?

           The sound of my little brother yelling, “Lilo! Lilo!” had my head spinning. Finally, I spotted him in front of the bleachers, running to meet… an actual person? Lilo is real?

           “Hey, buddy!” I heard the boy greet him as he approached. Zachary threw his arms around the dude. From a distance, they could probably be mistaken for brothers: both of them had dirty blond hair and giddy blue eyes. I quickened my pace.

           “I’m late. Y/N said that I’m late. Were you waiting for me?”

           The boy smiled. “I was. It’s okay that you’re late; everyone is late sometimes. Are you ready to play?” That’s when I cleared my throat, almost instantly feeling like a jackass when ‘Lilo’ looked up at me. Damn, he’s cute.

           “Sorry. Zac, you know better than to run off like that.” I tried to scold my younger brother, but it was hard to when I could feel ‘Lilo’- who happened to be extremely attractive- staring at me.

           Zachary’s small shoulders drooped. “I’m sorry Y/N.”

           “It’s okay Bub. Just don’t do it again, okay? I’m too out of shape to be running after you. Especially in the summer. It’s too hot.” Inwardly I cringed. Great job, Y/N. Way to embarrass yourself in front of a super cute guy.

           “You’re…” My head jerked to look at ‘Lilo’. I probably did it too fast and looked like a total weirdo, ‘cause his eyes were wide and his pink lips almost gaping.

           “Y/N, yeah. Zac’s my little brother. You’re… Lilo?” Gosh, why am I so awkward?

           To my surprise, he laughed. “Um, no, actually. My name’s Liam. Zac calls me Lilo, though. I, um… it’s nice to see you… I mean, meet you. How come I haven’t seen you here before?”

           “I have no life outside my Xbox.” I deadpanned and then felt like a total doofus. Liam didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he smiled, “You play Xbox?”

           As embarrassing as it was, I could feel my heartbeat rising. “Yeah, I do. I’m guessing you play?” My hand came up to awkwardly scratch the back of my neck. Liam nodded, smiling even wider. We gazed at each other for a few seconds before Zachary impatiently sighed.

           “Lilo! Let’s play!” Zac’s small hand grabbed Liam’s larger one, pulling him to his feet and onto the field. I watched them go, blushing when Liam glanced back at me with a smile. Crap, he’s cute. Looks like my next few Mondays and Wednesdays are booked.

cmoontoon  asked:

3, 4 and 20. have u heard from house skeleton in the cart lately? :0c

3. tattoos i have

((fucking hell my arms are skinny))


4. last time i cried and why


9. tattoos i want

Currently the only plan i got is to get this done under my left collar bone;

I’m hoping to get it done in maybe… the next year or two, depending on time and circumstances.


20. have u heard from house skeleton in the cart lately?

yes, earlier today

ok: where/when is the best place to kiss in a carnival/county fair?

a) while crashing into your s/o’s bumper car

b) while standing in a trashcan that’s filled to the brim with greasy paper plates and corndog sticks when the late summer sun is beating down hard on your back

c) standing on the tracks in the pitch blackness of the haunted house ride, while a cart of other riders is slowly coming towards you and your s/o

d) on the spaceship that spins around really fast and you use the power of love to stand up and romantically give your partner, who is on the other side of the ride, a smooch

e) after you win a goldfish from the ring toss

    The woman shuffled around the grocery store garbed in a large sweatshirt, black joggers sweatpants and a pair of house slippers. Cat pushed her cart through the aisles sluggishly and rose a hand to grab a jumbo can of coffee grounds while the other pulled the hood of the sweater over her head. She was nursing a raging hangover and was in search of a cure.

     And then the unimaginable: her cart crashed into another. The sound of clashing metal broke through the air and brought fourth a groan. Cat’s eyes shut tightly against the throbbing migraine which flared at the auditory beating it had just taken  before she would finally look up at the other patron irritably.

    Watch it.