how have i never seen this one before

anonymous asked:

your tags under the little richard and prince posts are killing me, i love you. larries are honestly disgusting tho like they always were and always will be, but that person who said that what harry is doing is more difficult and braver than what people like prince, richard or bowie did was so fucking disgusting i honestly had chills running down my back, i couldnt believe what i was reading. ive never seen so much racism, homophobia, sexism and general idiocity contained in one text fuck


I can’t believe we have to endure tinhats trying to lecture the world about how a white cis man in 2017 is facing more prejudice in doing anything a bit gender non conformist than any man has ever faced before. Than Prince, than Bowie, two men who did FAR more in times of extreme prejudice than Harry has done in 2017.

And we know why they do this. We know why they need to elevate these things into something so huge.

They don’t believe men can actually defy gender norms: they literally use gender norms to reinforce their tinhat theories. Harry’s pink or Louis’s wrists exist as ways to confirm their sexuality and therefore confirm that Larrie is real. They don’t believe in men defying gender norms as a way to strip them down for all men. It’s about reinforcing these gender norms as very distinct differences between men and women and LGBT men and straight men so that their tinhat theories can thrive.


The tit-off

So I tried uploading this for over two days now. But since our home interet had a melt-down I have to use the mobile version of tumblr and it won’t let me upload anything. :/
So.. The last two panels were additional - hence a bit sketchy, but mobile tumblr won’t even let me put pictures in my text posts XD
So… Uh I hope you like it?? Kuro and Shiro are having a little tit-off in this one, because they both try to impress Keith. Kuro is slightly smaller and less bulky than Shiro (but he’s still bulkier than most so damnit)… But he knows how to put his muscles on display ;)
He’s also a bit paler than the rest, but that’s because the poor baby has never seen the sun before.
Maybe I’ll draw a comic where the Paladins take him on a trip to a planet and he gets a sunburn after like five minutes or so XD

TalesFromRetail: "What do you mean, I need ID?!"

On mobile, sorry for any wonky formatting or overzealous autocorrect.

So this one happened a while ago at my video game store. We buy games people are done with, but such a transaction actually falls under my government’s pawn shop laws. To complete the transaction, we need a piece of photo ID - preferably a driver’s license - from someone over the age of eighteen. Now, I’ve seen some people try and get around this in creative ways, from using their government health cards (which we can’t accept, because they’re tied to confidential health information) to student ID cards. When we tell them no, the customer usually is pretty cool about it, and will come back later with proper ID, or mooch some off a friend.

Except for this guy. This happened probably in my second week of working at this store. We’ll call him “TG” for “Trade Guy”. MG is my manager.

TG: “Yeah, I wanna sell these games.”

Me: “Sure. I’ll need some photo ID to complete the transaction.”

TG: “I don’t have any. Can you take the games anyway?”

Because “need” clearly defines something as optional, right?

Me: “No, sir, it’s Canadian law. I need a piece of government-issued photo ID to complete the transaction.”

TG did not like this at all.


All in one breath. It would have been impressive, had it not been my second week on the job and I wasn’t scared out of my mind. Manager had my back though.

MG: “First of all, don’t talk to my associate that way, or I’ll have you escorted out. Second, it’s the law and she’s doing her job just fine. Third, I’ve never seen you before, and I am the manager. And lastly… if you drove forty-five minutes to get here, how can you not have ID on you? Don’t you need some kind of… I don’t know, a license to operate a motor vehicle?”

TG sputtered for a second, went very quiet, and left the store.

People are weird, man.

Edit: a word.

By: Anthem_of_the_Angels


@ashleejuno; ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY to my home skillet … You are an incredible human being and an AMAZING friend. You’re the type of person who will sit at the Eiffel Tower with me for 4 hours just to watch it light up at night because I had never seen it before …. You are one of the sweetest, kindest, most compassionate people I have ever met. I love watching the way you adore your little sister, or how you will go out of your way after a long day to meet a group of fans who waited for hours outside of your bus just to meet you. You have a way of making every single person in the room feel like they matter. And that is such an amazing gift. You are SO special to me and SOOO many other people and I hope you feel AAALLL of the love today…You deserve it!!!’ 

An episode where Pearl meets someone who acts like her could be interesting. Like they use their frail appearance and sad back story to get what they want from people or to stop people from critisizing them. Someone who won’t get over that one crush who moved on.

And at the end Pearl is getting sick of listening to them and either Steven or Amethyst goes ‘But pearl, don’t you do the same thing?’

And Pearl just has a big moment of self realization of what’s she’s done over the years. Her obsession with Rose and behavior against Greg.

It could end with the gems chasing the person away because now everyone’s just annoyed at them, and Pearl just kinda… thinks in the house and doesn’t do anything for a few days/episode because she’s still thinking.

And she starts being more observant when she starts doing her pity stuff and feels angry over Rose, she becomes more hesitant and really starts to think things over.

You know, character stuff that takes a long time to do.

An important note on Slav:

I’ve made no secret over my love of Slav, but I’d like to make a distinction on why/how.  Because yes, it’s funny to see Mr Calm In Control Black Paladin lose his goddamn shit with him, but that’s not the core of why I like that dynamic.  Because Slav gets under Shiro’s skin in a way we’ve literally never seen at all before.  Like, we’ve seen him with people he despises, like Labos, but doesn’t snarl at like that.

And I think it comes down to this: Shiro and Slav both have anxiety disorders, with Shiro’s PTSD and Slav’s OCD.  But they way they deal with it/how it manifests is very different.  

Shiro puts a LOT of effort into minimizing his problems.  He works had to make sure no one around him sees it as much as possible, and he fears the way it might affect a mission or the people around him.  Shiro is very reserved with his anxieties, and feels like when they get out of control that it’s a personal failure, that he’s broken and a monster.

Slav, on the other hand, has no choice on the matter: He can’t function until his anxieties are dealt with, so he just deals.  He’s aware that it can and does annoy the people around him but that doesn’t matter, because it doesn’t matter to his OCD.  He’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.

In short, Slav is everything Shiro fears/hates about his own issues.  And I think that’s where a lot of Shiro’s irritation comes from.  Because yes, he’s in the way during a mission and they need to go, because they’re trying to defeat Zarkon and they have kind of a time limit, here.  But we never see Shiro lose it like that with other roadblocks.  Ever.

Because this is personal.

When I say I love Slav, it comes from a very genuine place.  I love that he does what he does, I love that he’s so smart and does so much weird stuff.  I love that he’s still so competent and effective, even when he’s doing something RIDICULOUS like smacking a massive taludiv (taluduv?) with a rock.

But at this point in his characterization, I don’t think Shiro can do anything but be annoyed with Slav.  Because how they deal - how their circumstances force them to deal - is so completely different and it literally goes against what Shiro has internalized as morally right (ie suppressing himself for the greater good).

And man, I want that addressed?  Like, it probably won’t be, but I’m looking forward to the chance to do so.  Because Shiro really needs a smack over the head for his actions, even if him losing his temper is funny.  And I think there’s a point where Shiro can really understand and emphasize with Slav, because they do come from a similar place.  

Plus, when Shiro can acknowledge that he’s in the wrong and he’s taking something that’s not Slav’s fault out on him, maybe he can get to the point where he can accept taking care of himself and letting himself react and deal openly is okay.

This has been your daily Notice on Slav.

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Louis licking cake off his fingers at G-A-Y... the visuals man THE VISUALS sigh

I feel you anon *sigh*. That performance was pure gold from start to finish and Louis was definitely having the time of his life! Getting so much attention from a different kind of crowd than what they were used to

A crowd that LOVED him and just couldn’t get enough of him

And you could tell he was basking in their attention, being more relaxed, carefree and camp than we had ever seen him before. He was giving them a performance they would never forget, showing how much he appreciated every single one of them for being there. And the finger licking was definitely the highlight of that performance I mean LOOK AT HIIM!!

Yes anon. The G.A.Y. performance is iconic and gave us some nice visuals for sure…

just a few thoughts on dick grayson

why do people constantly downplay him lmao. dick grayson is such a badass and i hardly see anyone give him credit for it. do you know how many times i’ve seen things like “oh this person trained with deathstroke and/or batman, they’re unstoppable/close to it!” like bitch first of all dick grayson can take slade wilson on any day of the damn week. and more than that? slade respects him which is actually impressive since the guy is impossible to please? second of all, dick literally knows bruce better than anyone???? you honestly don’t think that both physically, and emotionally, dick couldn’t end batman? the whole point is that he DOESN’T and it’s never HINTED at because above everything that dick has seen and experienced, it’s not in his person to do that and how does no one find that absolutely amazing? i mean what is it? is his backstory not tragic enough? does his optimistic personality rule out his knowledge and skill? dick is not some pretty ornament in the bat family he is a badass and i will take this to my GRAVE.
Can we talk about how Noctis treats Prompto during fights ?

I haven’t seen any post about this yet (maybe I just missed it). Yesterday as I was doing one of the secret dungeons with high level daemons I couldn’t help but notice that Noctis does treat Prompto differently than Ignis and Gladio.

Gladio is basically never in danger (0 HP) for me because his HP are so high it is difficult for him to get his ass kicked. But the few times it happened, Noctis would just pat him on his back and have a “Thanks” from Gladio.

Ignis was down a few times. And - I have never noticed before - Noctis tends to scold him. When I’d make him help Specs, the brunette would say something like “You’re the one supposed to help me/lift me up !” or just sometimes say nothing.

But Prompto, when he is down (and damn this happens a lot because this boy is so low on HP!), always has Noctis to be worried for him or concerned. Noctis will ask him if he is okay, tell him that it’s fine and to not worry (when Prompto says he “screwed up again”) or would scold him “I told you to be careful!”.  

The both of them will even flirt with Prompto comparing himself to a princess being rescued by his prince ! 

And I also would like to mention the combos.Have you guys noticed how Noctis almost never fails to say Prompto’s name after a combo with him ? (btw I am playing with the japanese dubs, maybe it’s different for other versions). But Noctis will always end the combo saying something like “Well  done Prompto! Nice one Prompto! ” and the blondie will reply “Of course!” or just have a shy laugh. 

The more I play and the more I feel like Noctis is somehow very protective toward him, whereas Prompto is supposed to be the one protecting him (just like Gladio and Ignis).  And this is just so cute, showing how deep their bond is and how much Noctis care about him. I would also think that he knows his friend has self-confidence issues and that’s why he is encouraging him.

And I’m not saying he doesn’t care about Gladio and Ignis, don’t misunderstand me. They are so important to him and I’d have more things to say about these two amaazing men but I want to keep it short.

So Much More (Smut)


Request: hey, this a stretch but i love your stories!!! Could you write something where you and shawn are FWB but one night you guys have sex but it turns more emotional and fluffy? idk 😭

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So Much More (Smut)  

“Shawn Mendes with hit song Treat You Better” James Corden said, after Shawn had finished singing.

The camera pointed at Shawn once again and he smiled widely while hearing the audience applause him. I still found it rather strange watching Shawn on TV, like somehow, I still didn’t get just how famous he’d become. He was still that little Pickering boy to me and to be honest, he would probably always be.

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One time I posted about how I’d developed some kind of dysphagia and couldn’t swallow food or drink without searing pain in my throat for weeks.

Someone sent me a pissy anon about how suspicious it was that I had conveniently never mentioned having dysphagia before then, and was probably making it up for attention.

Well, it turned out that the al dente pasta dish I’d eaten in Marrakesh had left a fucking noodle lodged in my throat.

As far as I can remember, Sherlock Holmes has never in the thirteen episodes of Sherlock lost control over anything or anyone. But he lost control over Molly in TFP. ( Benedict’s words) This is not to say that he doesn’t care deeply for others. We saw him risk his life to save John, Mary, Irene and Mycroft. (and I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to do the same for Rosie, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade). But he was always in control. I have never seen him reacts the way he reacted to Molly being in danger before.

“The one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me was the one person who mattered most.”

Even though I’m a hardcore Sherlolly shipper, I always thought Sherlock was talking about his plan here. About how Molly was important for him to carry out his plan. I think I understand what he really meant now. She matters the most.

I Need You Close (Cassian Andor x Reader)

Originally posted by forcewakens

He needed someone to love, and so did you. 

SPOILER FREE FIC (feat. brief angst but mostly fluffy fluff.)

“Well? Can you reprogram them?”

Cassian stood beside you, staring at a pile of Imperial droids. There were probably only three or four, but the way their gangly limbs tangled limply together made it seem like much more, and it was overwhelming. Cautiously, you approached them, and gave one a light tap with your foot for no reason at all.

“Possibly one. Maybe two. Not all of them. It’s going to take some trial and error to figure out how they tick.”

“Do you know how long it’ll take? This is a time sensitive matter.”

You turned to him and smiled. “It’s always a time sensitive matter, Captain. Give me a few hours to tinker around, and I’ll have a more definite answer by the end of the day.”

It was clear that your response wasn’t what he was looking for, but there was nothing that could be done to change it, and so, he gave you small nod. “I’ll come check up on you later.”

“Alright…and Captain,” you called out as he began to walk away. He stopped in his tracks and peered at you from over his shoulder. “Go to the medic and get that cut taken care of.”

Cassian furrowed his brow in confusion until you lightly tapped your temple. He brought his fingers up to the area on his own head and gingerly touched the wound, wincing slightly upon contact. It wasn’t anything too serious, but it was enough to require some sort of medical attention.

“Getting those droids wasn’t easy,” he replied hesitantly. It was the same tone of voice he used whenever someone was lost during a mission.

“Your efforts won’t go to waste.”

He looked as if he was going to reply, but strode out of the room, instead, leaving you alone with the droids and the guilt of not being upset over whoever it was that died, but rather, glad that it wasn’t him.

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another prompt yay

A and B are flat mates. A has a thing for B but A’s also a notorious fuckboy whilst B is depressingly uninterested/unconvinced of their feelings. A plays around with their flings while they wait for B to come around.

B: *Walks into the flat to see A sucking face with their newest toy* *Stares* *Sits down next to them and clears throat* A, your girlfriend has 5 minutes to leave or I’m not cooking dinner tonight and you can starve.

A: A simple ‘honey I’m home’ would have sufficed.

B: *After girlfriend of the month has been kicked out* Who’s she? Never seen her before

A: No one important, I don’t think I’ll be seeing her again after this.

B: Why not? She was pretty

A: Yeah she’s pretty but she’s no you. *B ignores this* *A sighs* Anyways how was your day?

Journal of a New Graduate:

Day 1:

I’m a new grad, I went to a great school, didn’t miss a clinical, a good study group, focused prep for NCLEX, passed with relief at only 75 questions, accepted into the first position applied for - the position I’d dreamed of all through nursing school. It just seemed too good to be true. I’m excited to be here in nursing orientation, excited but nervous about what the next twelve weeks will bring.

Day 7:

I’m a bit confused with what I’m supposed to be doing. My educator seems to be disorganized, giving me the wrong packet, one that’s supposed to be for another nurse, and vaguely waving her hand she’ll get it to me “at some point”. That was two days ago, I’m in the Library, doing some online learning that I happened to find out about from a fellow new graduate. I hope that’s what I am supposed to be doing. My educator waved me off again, saying she would catch up with me at some point.

Day 12:

I’m on the unit. Gulp. I completed the online learning, mostly in my own time, since the modules I was doing wasn’t actually what I was supposed to be doing. I completed the work on my own, as my educator emailed me a packet late Friday, stating it needed to be completed by Monday. I was two days late, despite staying up late every night to do it. Today I’m on the unit, I’m shadowing my preceptor, who wasn’t told I was coming. I’m beginning to think I chose the wrong place. My Preceptor seems really annoyed, muttering to another nurse that she was tired of orienting new nurses. I feel like I don’t belong.

Day 18:
I’m tired, and It hasn’t even been a month yet. My preceptor yelled at me for fumbling with an arterial line set up, saying I would have to do this on my own someday, and I shouldn’t be expecting her to be right next to me every time. I sat in my car on my lunch and cried, so no one would see. Fine. I can take the yelling, except I haven’t ever actually seen an arterial line before, just on the computerized learning module. I haven’t practiced with one yet. I don’t belong here.

Day 24:
I saw my educator today. I’d forgotten what she looked like. She pulled me into a mid point evaluation with the nurse manager and preceptor. They all looked grim. I wasn’t progressing in the way they’d hoped, or expected by this point. They wrote up my error in levelling the EVD, when I had never seen one before, despite my asking my preceptor for help, only to hear the same, “You have to learn to do these things on your own.” They wrote a verbal warning that I wouldn’t make it through orientation with my slow time management skills, and I just sat there and nodded. They didn’t ask me how I was feeling, and I didn’t want to tell them. They already wrote me off a long time ago.

Day 30:
I asked my preceptor today what her experience was like as a new graduate. She said I had it easier than her, then she turned away. Whatever.

Day 40, last day orientation:
Today, I met a patient who probably saved me (even though we’re supposed to be saving them, I suppose). She was young, maybe 21, s/p cardiac arrest r/t overdose on red bull, Her family and friends perched on seats at her bedside, praying. “Get them out,“ barked my preceptor, “you always spend too much time talking to the families. Just another young punk overdose.” So, after 40 days of following her instructions, today I did the opposite. Today I closed the curtains in the little corner room of the ICU, and I sat with the family, and asked them to tell me about her; tell me about your daughter, tell me about your sister, tell me about your friend. Tell me about how she’s been feeling, tell me about what she did the night before the ER. “She was quiet, she wanted to be a nurse, but she just kept failing all her exams. We think she might have tried to take her own life, but the doctors breezed through all that. They just assumed she was some wasted teen on a Saturday night trying to get high.”
And I knew, it wouldn’t matter what my preceptor had said about taking too long with patients, some day I would speed that up, it wouldn’t matter that I had fumbling hands with A-line, someday I would get it, someday I wouldn’t be so nervous. It wouldn’t matter that every day I felt abandoned by my educator or preceptor, or apologetic for the disappointment they thought I was, as one day I would have the confidence to not look for that validation. It would matter only that I could listen, and maybe use what little skill I had, not learned from any textbook, not garnered from any preceptor, something that would remind me to keep fighting for the patients who couldn’t fight for themselves. Someday I would be faster at that, too.
And so, on the very day I planned to quit, the very day I “graduated” from my preceptorship, I survived. I survived orientation, and it wasn’t because anyone had fought for me. It was because I fought for myself, alone.

~ As told by a graduate nurse, 6 years before she became a preceptor, a mentor, and a charge nurse who remembered what it was like to walk in a new orientee’s shoes.


Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s note: Here you have it, angels. As usual, a big thank you to Alyssa, @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for being the best beta writer in the world. I don’t even know what to say so, good reading, and if you feel like it, just give me a little feedback so I won’t freak out thinking you guys hated it hahahahah

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Daffodils (Elucien)

AN: Yeah, so, I headcanon that when Tamlin dies, the power passes to Lucien and he becomes High Lord of the Spring Court. Why, you say? Not because I think Lucien would be a good High Lord (not that he’d be bad!) but because ELAIN IS PERFECT FOR THE SPRING COURT. So yeah. And yes, I know, I will be posting Across the Stars (which you should all check out!) today, but I got excited about this one first. This is dedicated to the other two Night Court Queens @illyriantremors and @kitashiwrites!!! Enjoy!!! (Also, I’d like to say that this is NOT where I thought this fic was gonna go, but I’m so glad it did!)

“Sit still, my goodness!” Elain frowned as Lucien, once again, shifted uncomfortably in her lap and yanked the stem off of one of the daffodils in his hair. She threw the ruined flower back down in the sun-warmed grass.

Lucien grunted. “You’re taking too long.”

“I’m almost done,” she replied, wrapping the stem of the bright yellow flower around a long strand of his hair. “I would have been done fifteen minutes ago if you hadn’t crushed all the petals in my lap.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Lucien’s chest. He plucked a blade of grass and examined it idly. “I do not regret that.”

Elain’s cheeks colored rose. She pressed her lips into a thin line and focused on the flower in her hand.

Lucien resisted the urge to twist around and look up at her. The only thing that kept him still and staring at the cloudless spring sky was the fact that he might ruin his mate’s loving handiwork—even if he didn’t particularly want daffodils strung in his hair. “Do you regret it?”

Her hands stilled for a moment in his hair, and for a split second, his heart grew wings and whirled in a fluttering panic. But her hands resumed their work and she cleared her throat delicately. “Not at all.”

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anonymous asked:

(Sorry for sending you another tangled blurb) could you do the line "did I ever tell you that I have a thing for brunettes" with Remus?

I think you’ll find my current emotions/insecurities laced through this…it was unintentional. 


Your smile drooped into a frown as you noticed Remus chatting with a girl from Beauxbatons. She was pristine. Her hair was done up in a perfectly messy bun, blond hair shining in the winter light. Her cloak clung to her in a flattering way, illuminating her picturesque curves. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her. 

Her hand was placed on his bicep in a clearly flirty way and it disappointed you to see that Remus was not pulling away in the slightest. He seemed engrossed in her words, hanging onto each and every one of them. 

“He’s just being polite, you know?” came a familiar voice from beside you. 

“What?” you asked Sirius, his long hair fluttering in the breeze.

“He’s not into her,” he clarified. 

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Come on, (Y/N)! I’m not blind; I know you like him,” he chuckled. 

“I do not!” you growled, annoyed by how easily Sirius had seen past your feigned indifference.

He simply raised his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin growing on his lips. 

“Fine,” you admitted, “maybe I do, but it doesn’t matter. Remus would never notice me like that. Not when he’s got her hanging onto his arm.” You gave one last look at the blossoming couple, before muttering, “I’ll see you later.”


The Yule Ball sprang upon you suddenly, and though you really didn’t want to go, Lily and Marlene were certainly pushy. 

“You look fantastic, (Y/N)!” chirped Marlene as you finished up your look. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled, still a bit unsure about the fast approaching dance. The three of you were going without dates and though you loved being with your friends, you weren’t sure a ball was really your style. 

By the time you made it to the Great Hall, the party had already begin. Boys and girls from each school were mingling and bopping along to the music. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Remus, the now familiar girl, lingering around him. 

As you began to head back up to your dorm, a gruff voice asked, “May I have this dance?”

A tall boy from Durmstrang stood behind you, his eyes surprisingly warm in contrast to his voice. 

“Um, sure,” you answered, slightly puzzled. 

Guiding you to the dance floor, the boy introduced himself, “I’m Anton.”

“(Y/N),” you smiled.

“You look very beautiful,” he commented as he spun you around, his accent thick. 

“Thank you,” you chuckled nervously. It wasn’t often you received that kind of compliment. Marlene and Lily? Sure. But you? Not likely. 

By your third dance, you were becoming quite comfortable with Anton. You and he had a fair bit in common and made quick friends. You had already promised to keep in touch once the tournament finished.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus’ form approaching you, his jaw locked. 

Tapping Anton’s shoulder, he huffed, “May I cut in?”

Anton raised his brows at you, making sure you had no objections. When you nodded signaling it was okay, Anton kissed your hand before heading off toward the refreshments.

Remus’ hands were suddenly on your waist as he whisked you around the dance floor.

“I didn’t realize you came with a date tonight,” he commented. 

“I didn’t realize you cared,” you snapped back, unsure of where the sudden confidence had come from. 

Hurt flashed through his eyes as he pulled back slightly, a hand rubbing his neck nervously, “Can we take a walk or something?” 

You gave a short nod and followed him past the many dancing bodies and out into an empty corridor. 

“Look, (Y/N),” he started, his eyes darting nervously, in an uncharacteristically Remus way. 

“Don’t you have a date to get back to you?” you snarked. 

Confusion passed over his face, “A date?” 

“The girl from Beauxbatons.”

“We aren’t - she’s not -” Remus stumbled. 

“Right, well I’m going to go find Anton,” you turned on your heel, suddenly intent on having a nice night even without Remus. 

“I like you,” he announced, his hand wrapping around your wrist gently in an attempt to stop you from leaving. 

“You like me?” you repeated. 

He nodded, eyes glued to the ground, “As more than a friend.”

“I like you too,” you paused, “but the Beauxbaton?”

“She’s been trying to help me. Ask you out, I mean. I’m not - you know - good with girls. And then when I saw you with that guy, I just - I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to tell you,” he admitted sheepishly. 


You subconsciously took a step toward him. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, closing the gap and slowly bringing his lips to yours, a hand cupping your cheek. 

The kiss you had been pining after for so long was everything you had dreamed of: soft and sweet and 100% Remus. 

Pulling away mere centimeters, Remus smiled, “Did I ever tell you I have a thing for brunettes?”

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

Spice It Up

Originally posted by honestlymuffins

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Actually this wasn’t requested lol I just felt like writing it

Note: Smut warning, ya’ll have been warned 

Shawn’s P.O.V

“Why don’t you just tell her? She’ll understand I mean she is your girlfriend.” I sighed listening to my friend, me and Geoff decided to take a few drinks when we started talking about this…

“I don’t know how to tell her! ‘Hey Y/N! Listen I feel like we should spice it up a bit instead of having Vanilla sex and add a little kink!” I said flailing my arms having no idea what I was saying due to me being a little tipsy.

“Dude you’re not making any sense, here give me your phone.” before I could even protist he took my phone typing things in and handing me my phone.

“Relax i didn’t send it, wether you do or don’t thats up to you.” he said taking a sip of his beer.

‘Hey Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, we haven’t been having much ‘fun’ lately if you know what i mean ;) I love you and i just wanted to spice things up thats it, bye!’ You read the text and looked at your friend,

“I am not going to send this to her because this is stupid! I am going to tell her just not like this.” I say a bit frustrated

“Hey, if you don’t wanna send it then don’t.” he said shrugging but I started thinking about it there really was no other way to tell her, my fingers ghosted over the send button.

But this wasn’t my style of sending things, as I was about to delete it I accidentally hit send and jumped out of my skin, face turning pale.


“Good job I knew you had it in you.” I gave him a death glare showing him I never meant to sent it in the first place and his eyes widened.

“Shit.” we both cursed

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