i know this is obnoxious

you know what i really want? a modern dudebro vampire. just a typical obnoxious straight boy in a neon tank top and cargo shorts who also happens to be a creature of the night.

“okay, dude, i’m only feeding on you ‘cause i’m starving and there aren’t any hot girls around. no homo.” “wait, you’re gonna suck my blood?” “no, i’m gonna drink your blood. i don’t suck, that’s gay. don’t make this weird, bro”

“ah, i see you’re staring pensively out the window, chad. ruminating on the curse of your newfound immortality?” “nah man, it’s just… i got, like, some flecks of blood on my adidas while i was feeding and they haven’t come out…”

“we do not drink… wine.” “okay but is beer cool? and can we still smoke weed?”

he joins a 24-hour gym because being undead and allergic to sunlight is no excuse for skipping leg day. tragic music swells as he looks over his “sun’s out guns out” tanks (he has seven of them). his coven is a fraternity. someone make this happen

My first ever OC was called Rogue, and she looked exactly like me but better and was badass and wore leather jackets and I wrote her into (really bad) yugioh fic when I was like 11 and I had the best time ever posting my shitty stories on ff.n

And no one ever sent me hate or flames, I got lovely reviews asking for more and telling me that they liked my story and honestly, I wouldn’t have got so involved in fic without the support of all these random strangers on the internet.

OCs and self inserts are fun. Alternate universes are fun. Writing a fic where you save the day and your favourite character loves you is fun. I still have an OC who obnoxiously reflects myself and maybe I know more now to develop them into a good character, but it’s FUN.

Please don’t ever be nasty to people who are having fun and hurting no one. There’s nothing wrong with posting stories online, no matter your skill level or execution.

Winking

For @defiantlilsheep who requested “Draco cant wink. He can do anything and everything but he cant wink. Trust me.” …. this got a bit longer than a tiny Drabble I couldn’t help it!


When Harry had returned for his eighth year at Hogwarts he had absolutely promised himself that if a certain blonde haired pointy git who may or may not have helped save his life but was also most definitely still an arsehole happened to return he would not get himself involved no matter what.

Except, once school started he realized that he had the small matter of returning Malfoy’s wand to handle, so he had to see him. I mean sure he could’ve returned it by owl but that would just been rude. He had to do it person. He had to. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

He put it off for weeks before finally walking up to him while he was studying outside and both thanking him and apologizing for stealing his wand. And the truth was Malfoy had been so different during the exchange; solemn and pensieve and if he didn’t know better even remorseful. He had told Harry not to apologize, that he was the one who should be sorry. Harry had been so flustered he’d muttered something about studying and nearly tripped on his own feet in his haste to escape the confusing thoughts swirling through his brain and making him feel like he’d been punched in the stomach.

But still, none of that could change the fact that he was still an arse and Harry didn’t care what he did. Or at least that’s what he kept trying to tell himself. He’d always been pretty good at lying to himself, so he hoped it might work this time.

As time went on Harry realized that it was definitely not working.

He couldn’t help but be curious when twice in the same week he walked into an empty loo to find Malfoy making an odd face in the mirror. Both times the other boy had looked horrified at being caught and run away. Although Harry had no idea what exactly he’d caught Malfoy doing.

And that was a problem, because try as he might Harry didn’t like when he didn’t know what was going on. It wasn’t that he was obsessed with Malfoy as a person, he just wanted to know why he seemed so different and what exactly he was doing.

Hermione told him he was nosy and to please promise not to become obsessed with Malfoy again. Harry had promised.

The thing was, he had to admit to himself he’d never actually stopped being obsessed with Malfoy and therefore when he caught himself once again searching him out on the Mauraders Map and following him around under the invisibility cloak or ducking around dark corridors he figured he wasn’t actually breaking his promise. You couldn’t exactly start doing something again if you’d never really stopped doing it in the first place.

Harry swore he would only do it a few times, just until he figured out what the other boy was up too. The problem was he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he was doing.

Harry knew he was getting sloppy, knew he was being obvious, but by the second term he just couldn’t help himself. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, being away from Malfoy. And the odd faces he kept catching him making in bathroom mirrors and suits of armor had gone from weird and perplexing to confusing and adorable. Which was more than a little unsettling.

Harry however, had no excuse when he caught himself trying to figure out what kind of tea Malfoy was drinking at breakfast, or what his Potions partner said that made his lips curl up in a soft smile, or what kind of books he was reading when he sat hidden in the corner of the library pretending to study potions and thought no one could see him.


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It was a bright and sunny morning. Harry had snuck out of the castle early to get a bit of flying before classes started.

The sky was so clear and the weather was just perfect for flying. Only instead of being happy to be up in the air, Harry’s only thought was of how much he wished Malfoy was up there with him, challenging him to the snitch.

It was at that exact moment that Harry realized he wasn’t obsessed with Malfoy.

He was falling in love with him. And that was definitely worse. Much worse.

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“Potter!” Malfoy yelled, grabbing the back of Harry’s robe and dragging him into a darkened alcove behind a rather rusty suit of armor.

“Oi - watch it, Malfoy.”

“Watch it? Watch it?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” He shrieked and Harry had the decency to shrink back a little bit.

“You’re the one who won’t stop watching! Everywhere I look there you are! Always skulking about and staring me and interrupting me when I’m trying to- well it doesn’t matter what I’m trying to do the point is you’re a world class nuisance like always and I can’t concentrate when you’re constantly following me around like a lost kneazle.”

Harry blinked a few times then smiled, which was clearly not what Malfoy was expecting because the look of confusion on his face was priceless.

“You find me distracting?” Harry asked curiously, smiling again when Malfoy began backing up as Harry walked forward.

“Of course you’re distracting, Potter. You bumble around noisily like the obnoxious twat you are. I don’t know how you could possibly think I hadn’t noticed you. You’re everywhere, making a nuisance of yourself.”

Harry couldn’t help but notice the way Malfoy’s fingers were curling as he talked, the sweat building on his brow, and the way his breathing was quickening. To anyone else it looked like Malfoy was angry, but Harry wasn’t anyone else. He’d spent the better part of the last few months doing nothing but watching him and this wasn’t angry this was something else entirely; it was arousal. He was sure of it.

Or pretty sure of t at least. Sure enough to take a chance.

“So then Malfoy, what exactly are you up to? If you tell me I promise to stop following you.”

“So you admit you’ve been following me!” Malfoy shouts, putting his hands on Harry’s chest and shoving him gently. But it’s not aggressive, not even a little bit, and Harry just grins mischievously.

“Are you trying to get my attention?”

Malfoy splutters. “I most certainly am not!”

“Yes you are. Admit it.”

“I was not trying to get your attention I was trying to learn to wink!”

Harry stops at that. Quirking his head to the side. “To wink?”

Malfoy looks embarrassed now, smoothing down the front of his robes and staring at his feet.

“I can’t wink. I saw you wink at that Weasley girl during the first quidditch match of the season and I figured if you could do it so could I. Except I can’t and I look like a right tosser trying! Are you happy now?!”

“I could teach you.”

“Teach me? Teach me?!” He all but shrieks starting to sound a bit hysterical.

“It’s not hard, Malfoy. I can teach you….if you want me to.”

They’re so close now Harry can see Malfoy’s pupils dialating, so close their lips would be touching if he just moved forward a bit, angling his head up.

Malfoy seems to have realized the same thing because he kicks his lips, blinking a few times before muttering “Alright fine, teach me how to blink. Let me have it, Potter.”

Harry isn’t sure what posseses him but at those words he feels some of his self control snap and he leans upwards to close the distance between them, pressing their lips together.

Draco’s lips are cold and chapped and he taste almost bitter like earl grey tea without enough sugar. He smells like fresh air and parchment and the blueberry scones the house elves had sent up for tea today. It’s new and familiar all at one and Harry doesn’t think he’s ever felt more exhilarated in his life, until Draco’s shock wears of and he’s kissing him back fiercely, pulling him closer and sliding his hands into Harry’s hair almost desperately.

Harry would be embarrassed at the whimpering moans of desperation he’s making, but Draco is making them right back so he can’t be arsed to worry about it.

Much later after the desperation has turned softer, they stand there with their foreheads pressed together, out of breath but full of hope.

“So, did you still want me to teach you how to wink?” Harry all but whispers. He’s surprised when Draco just starts to laugh.

“If you must know I was only trying to learn in order to get your attention.” He seems a bit embarrassed at his admission, but something about it warms Harry’s heart.

“I knew it! You were trying to get my attention and you were up to something.”

“God you’re an wanker, Potter,” he mumbles, reaching his hands around Harry’s body to rest just above his arse.

“Well yeah…but at least now I’m your wanker.”

“Yeah?” Draco asks, a genuine smile on his face.

“Definitely,” Harry says, and he winks at him for good measure.

Draco groans, spinning them around to switch their positions and slamming Harry back against the wall, pressing their bodies together and kissing him with such intensity Harry feels like he might faint.

Oh yes Harry thinks with pleasure as Draco’s mouth attaches itself to his neck, there will definitely be a lot more winking in his future.

the mbti types based off of people I know / an enfp pov

INFP: my legit best friend- a great listener, has a really great music taste and is super hilarious. not as emotional™ as everyone thinks, but feels very deeply. obsessed with knowing how life will turn out and gets frustrated because she’ll never know. “Is there a god? do you wanna talk about space? here listen to this song it makes me think about the future.” does not want people to see her but wants to know people think about her enough to include her (even if she doesn’t show up)

INTP: dad friend- will try to help but doesn’t really know exactly how to comfort. really smart but very anti social. prefers to sit at home and read instead of talking but thinks I’m funny so that’s okay. takes a while to actually get them to talk but once they trust you they’re really cool friends to have and they make a lot of lame jokes that are actually pretty good. if they don’t talk to you, don’t take it personally, they don’t really talk to anyone

INTJ: is actually hilarious but no one understands his humor. extremely sarcastic. if you say something stupid will probably either a: death glare or b: respond with something along the lines of “can you please rephrase that or explain it in a way that I can fully understand and give you an accurate response?” seems like they don’t care and they kinda don’t but if they like you then they care a lottttt even if they don’t really know how to show it. doesn’t really speak at all unless they know exactly what they’re talking about and tend to feel very frustrated if you ask them something and they don’t know how to respond. don’t really talk to people in worry that someone will see them as not as smart as we actually think they are.

ISFJ: cinnamon roll of a friend and mom friend to the extreme. seems like all we do is bake cupcakes and watch movies together but i love you and enjoy you’re company a lot. doesn’t really like confrontation at all. wants to be supported as much as she supports everyone else. doesn’t talk much but if she’s comfortable with you, oh boy. is really smart and wants things to be in order and if her motives are questioned or someone says something that offends her she will be very frustrated and upset for a while. tends to bottle her feelings until she can’t anymore and then has a break down and feels extremely unworthy of anything. loves to read gay fanfiction​. tries her best to respect everyone and will do whatever she can to help you if you need it. extremely loyal partner and friend

INFJ: really awkward but in a good way. great listener. doesn’t really know how to say what’s on her mind ever so lets out her feelings in art. both infjs that I know are extremely artistic and charming. they just have this really home-ish feeling that makes you want to tell them anything and they’re also super trust worthy. never judges people and gives great hugs. very insecure and acts like nothing gets to them but you can read their faces like a book. please protect them.

ISTP & ISTJ & ISFP have yet to be discovered - chances are I probably know at least one of each of these types as I am friends with a lot of people but I haven’t been able to type any of my friends as such for now. please feel free to message me if you’re any of these types because I would love to be friends and know more about you (:

ENTP: jesus christ. one hell of a person. we can talk for hours and hours and it feels like we’ve only been talking for like two minutes. you make me laugh a lottttt. emo to the extremo. has no filter and says offensive things sometimes​ but not to be hurtful or anything they’re just very blunt and expect you to already know what they’re talking about. questions things a lot and always wants to know why something is happening for the exact reason and if you can’t explain then it isn’t worth their time. is actually pretty emotional insecure deep down but at the same time is very self absorbed and has a strong tendency to think they’re better than everyone else. all of the entps I know are amazing multitaskers

ENFJ: very loud and obnoxious. the epitome of extra. talks about herself a lot and intentionally embarrasses herself for attention. not a bad person at all but just frustrates me quite a bit because I feel like she could be such an amazing person that people really enjoy talking to and being around if she just listened to what other people have to say for once.

ENFP: the only enfp I know is myself so i guess I’ll just write about me lmao. I’m very friendly and I love to talk a lot and be in groups but at the same time I really like to just hang out with people one on one. I’ve been told before that the way I act in a group is very different than how I act with just one person. for example in a group im always laughing and making jokes and talking to everyone and I tend to say stupid things but with just one person I’m quieter and I like having very deep and complex conversations about everything. (that doesn’t mean the jokes stop haha) I have been told by a lot of my friends that I have a very child like personality and I agree. I’m a pretty emotional person and I care about other people a lottttt. I would do anything to help one of my friends and I love making people smile. I like to express myself in creative ways (I wear glitter on my face to school and I have a bright yellow jacket that I wear often that says savages on the sleeves and huge grandpa glasses) because I just really want to stand out for some reason. I tend to start a lot of tasks that I never finish and I usually start off things very excited about them and ignoring all of the bad things but once I realize what I’m doing and if feel like it won’t benefit me at all in the future or help me be the best version of myself then I tend to drop it but if I see it benefiting me or making me a better person or helping me with what I need then I am extremely devoted to it and will do anything I can to keep it going. this goes for things all the way from a new activity at school to relationships which I guess can make me seem kinda flaky but I don’t want to put myself in a situation that is going to leave me unhappy and questioning why I ever started it in the first place. this doesn’t mean I just give up or that I don’t try to work though the bad things in situations because I put myself through a lot to really understand a situation and if I can tell that what I’m doing will never work out for me then that’s when I drop it.

ESFJ: cool affff. seems unphased by a lot but always knows what’s going on. is a great leader and knows wtf they’re talking about. always trying to find an answer to anything they do. also pretty extra but not as much as ENFJ. involved in everythingggg and will roast u with no remorse. never leaves the house without making themselves look presentable first. sarcastic laugh™

ESTP & ESTJ & ESFP & ENTJ have yet to be discovered - chances are I probably know at least one of each of these types as I am friends with a lot of people but I haven’t been able to type any of my friends as such for now. please feel free to message me if you’re any of these types because I would love to be friends and know more about you (:

*disclaimer* I’m not a psychologist and im not trying to shove each personality type into a box. these are just based off of the people I know personally and if you don’t fit with my description of your personality type i apologize. everyone is different and there are so many variations of each type.

anonymous asked:

i am a white person who desperately wants to adhere to your post about taking responsibility and helping fight against facism, nazism, etc. but, what would the proper response when i am accused of trying to be a "White savior" or being told by a member of a certain demographic that "they dont need my white, straight, help" ive been told this before. sounds fake but... it happens. and i dont know how to react in any useful way.

Sounds like you’re obnoxious and self-centered in your approach and doing it out of an over simplistic sense of …being a white savior. It’s easy to get whipped up in an ego-centric sort of zeal when you’re all hopped up on tumblr activism and ‘gonna save the world!’ optimism, and you’ve forced yourself out of your comfort zone for the first time in your life. It’s all FULL STEAM AHEAD! I’LL DO IT! I’LL BE A GOOD WHITE PERSON! until the first snag and then you’re reeling because you thought it would be easier- specifically, that everything you do would be good and there’d be nothing wrong with it. But it’s never that simple.

Never talk OVER minorities. Spend your time correcting and reining in other white people since that’s like, the main usefulness of white allies- dealing with their own (because white people hardly listen to minorities). At work, school, and in your family life. The places that are your privileged social spaces…you need to make them less comfortable for you and others. You need to be willing to not laugh at that joke, not fill that uncomfortable silence, correct the person spreading propaganda, make bigots uncomfortable and question people’s stances openly.

Also you sound really sensitive and I’ll tell you right now that doesn’t help. Anyway if you want to make sure you don’t react in an un-useful way 1) don’t ever get defensive about your privilege 2) learn to take un-coddling critique 3) talk to, at, and over white bigots bc that’s your main goal 4) every time you get criticized, redirect your efforts: make posts about groups with little media support, donate, etc.

And dear god don’t make it about you. If you ever catch yourself adding to a post “Well I’m white and” while you were attempting to ‘help’ minorities in a discussion you’ve messed up.

I mean overall this is kind of a weird ask because if you know Nazis are bad for instance then what does it matter what sort of difficulties you face in fighting them? Would you still fight Nazis if no one knew? If people misunderstood you, if no one ever gave you praise? Would you still fight if there was no reward other than their defeat?

Because if that’s the case it wouldn’t matter what anyone said. Come hell or high water, insults or ostracization, you’d fight those motherfuckers every step of the way.

anonymous asked:

Sorry to vent at you, but I'm rewatching this episode and I just got to the half elves argument and Vax just saying that Vex is obviously in love with Percy made me so uncomfortable. I'm dating a very cool human right now who I love very much, but due to circumstances I'm not comfortable telling anyone I'm related to that I'm dating them, because that would lead to a family queer religious shitshow. And then Vax just goes and outs Perc'ahlia without Vex's consent and I'm So Uncomfortable Why Vax

Yeah I noticed that too and I have a couple of thoughts

First off, Vax wears all of his emotions on his sleeve. Everything he told the girls in that room, there was nothing new, y’know? Vax is brutally open and honest and tends to expect the same thing from everyone else which becomes a point of issue in his argument with Scanlan but that’s another post so he doesn’t filter stuff, whether he’s talking about himself or other people

he’s also clearly got expectations about Percy and Vex’s relationship––his assumption she’d stay in Whitestone shows that. Vax has a sort of fairytale view of the world; you meet the person you love and you stay with them (or you don’t, but that means you didn’t love them, like his mother and Syldor). Which is why he’s honest with Gilmore, I think––because he does love Gil, but he’s also a complicated mess and at the end of the day wants to make sure Gilmore knows where he stands, much as that hurts. But he projects that same sort of brutal honesty onto Vex, who is far subtler and more methodical about her life choices, which puts them in conflict

and to get into the meta aspect, I think this is one of those cases where sitting at the table comes back to bite them, because like Marisha/Keyleth halfway alluded to, the split between what the players and the characters know is pretty wide and that gets glossed over sometimes? not to the point of metagaming, but to the point that they have to actively ignore what they know, which makes RP hard. (I also think, tbh, the fandom has something to do with this––perc’ahlia has been so prevalent for so long that it’s hard to remember they only got together like, a week ago in-game; there are expectations on them that don’t really line up with canon)

but Vax and Vex have been shifting away from each other for a while now, in terms of how they deal with the major issues of their lives and where they see themselves in the future, and I think that despite the similarity of their response to Scanlan’s exit, this is the sort of thing that’ll drive them further apart, and Vax’s attempt to air the secrets between them is part of that

City Of Love

Write-A-Thon: AU Day (1)

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: Alexander Hamilton-Jefferson goes back to France to have his husband sign divorce paper’s so he can marry a woman he loves in back in New York.

Inspiration: @exadorlion mentioned this au once.

Warning: cussing

Word Count: 3,663

A/N: angst :): btw this was supposed to be posted tomorrow but it’s already the 26th in a lot of the world. 


The streets of Paris never seemed so unfamiliar to him. The dim streetlights made the rain-slicked streets practically glow and the usual bustle of people were not gallivanting around the city. Everything seemed dead. Maybe it was the crushing feeling in his chest that made everything feel so drastically different, or maybe it was because most people didn’t wander the streets of Paris at one in the morning.

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Doodling while watching Jack’s Walking Dead episodes = drawing unhappy grumpy faces BECAUSE THE FREAKING GAME SETS ME ON EDGE AND I CANNOT RELAX 😱😱😱

But it was a good binge-watching sesson

Also I’m still getting used to drawing on iPad pls don’t be too harsh on my drawing skills I know it sucks shh shhhhhhh *obnoxious shushing continues*

BASS & BUBBLEGUM [POPSTAR!Y/N AU] - PART THREE

+masterlist +mobile masterlist +b&b masterpost

parts; (one)(two)



summary: you’re a world-famous pop star which everyone learned to either love or hate. when a video of you making out with 5 seconds of summer’s bassist leaks, your management decides to make it seem like you’re dating calum.

word count: 1,957

warnings: mentions of drugs and stuff

author’s note: oops i totally had writers block for like six months uhhh (also how do u make proper endings?? i am clueless)(ya girl also didn’t proofread so if i have any mistake i’m sorry but i’m probably too lazy to correct it)


“You’re angry.” Calum stated once the both of you re-enter his car. His voice wasn’t careful, like he didn’t care about the 7 photographers that just swarmed the both of you all the way to his car. At most times, when you look at Calum Hood through a screen, you’ll see a shy and timid boy; that’s why you never expected him to act like a total asshole towards you. You’ve never really met the guy but you did like his music, though you weren’t as vocal about it. “You’re really angry.” His obnoxious tone showed that he cared no more than a speck of dust, but it bothered you to the bone.

You didn’t make a sound as he said those sentences, but you only looked at him with a blank expression on your face before looking out the car window. You felt relieved when he started the engine, indicating that this stunt would be over with, at least for the day.

“You know,” Calum started, his eyes still trained at the road as his left hand pressed a button to let the window on the driver’s side down. “It might be a little unprofessional to call my co-workers cute,” His left hand replaced the right one that was resting on the steering wheel as it opened the glove compartment to grab onto a box of smokes. “But you’re pretty cute when you’re angry.” Calum’s compliment, rather than making you blush, just made the blood in your veins boil a little faster.

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