i know you like owls

anonymous asked:

Woes of a hufflepuff: feeling like you care more about all of your friends than they do about you. It's not just me, right?

unfortunately I’m pretty sure it’s not just you who feels like this.
sometimes you have to take a moment to try to look at it from a different point of view and then you either realize you are being to harsh or you have to ask yourself if those ppl really are worthy of your friendship.
sorry you’re feeling like this lil badger 🌻

thank you bryankonietzko for making my dreams a reality again - you and Mike, as always, rock

Bokuto’s bed-head is probably atrocious.

Student Missing at Hogwarts

Rita Skeeter

Hogwarts. The school in which we send our children to when the time comes for them to learn magic, the school we went to ourselves when we were just children. It was a safe haven all throughout the war against You-Know-Who, but is it still safe?

How can it be, when there is a student missing?

“We didn’t notice at first,” a sixth year Gryffindor  said when asked about his missing roommate, “He keeps different hours then us - comes in real late and heads out early. He likes to walk around the grounds, see?”

In fact, it was a sixth year Hufflepuff that first noticed the Gryffindor was missing.

“I didn’t really worry at first,” the female Hufflepuff, a friend of the missing student, said, “Sometimes he’ll skip meals and even classes to go help Hagrid with whatever needs doing, Hagrid’s never complained and he always keeps up with his work so the teachers never stopped him. The thing is, he never misses Care of Magical Creature - it’s his favorite class and the only one we share so we make a point to go since it’s hard to spend time together otherwise - but that day he did. And I just knew something was wrong.”

The student went straight to Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress and Gryffindor House Head, who in turn went to the Headmaster when a quick search failed to locate the missing Gryffindor.

Headmaster Dumbledore canceled several classes so that more teachers could help do a more thorough search that brought them to the Forbidden Forest.

Sources say that Professors McGonagall and Flitwick accompanied Mister Hagrid into the forest to search for the student but there’s yet to be any news on whether he - or his body - has been found.

Our sources also say that Headmaster Dumbledore did not partake in the search due to informing the student’s family- whom have all declined to comment but are understandably distressed about the situation - of the situation.

Is this a simple tale of a student whom wandered too far into the Forbidden Forest? Or is this a more complex story of some nefarious plot targeting this poor sixth year Regardless, the question on all of our minds is this:

Where is Charlie Weasley?

myopicmickey  asked:

Yo but shout out to the hoodypuffs. The T-shirt and basketball shorts Puffs. The comfort Puffs. The Puffs that might be depressed, broke, or just prefer that snug life. You may not be the sundress yellow or the leather jacket black, you may be some muddy in-between but you Huffle as much as any Puff can and we love you.

this is literally me rn
but yes of course,, I think we can just agree to love every puff

-Great expectations- (part 6)

Pairing: Alex/reader

Warning: fluff, lots of it. A bit of smut too.

Again, thanks to everyone who read all the previous chapters. Hope you enjoy this one. I know I enjoyed writing it. Kisses! 

tagging: @sliceofparadise @nothingbuthappydays @ivartrash @sugakookiexx @float-autumn-leave @ladymelissastark @meikoila If I forgot someone, I’m sorry. 

previous chapter: http://more-thaan-words.tumblr.com/post/163230026649/great-expectations-part-5

Alex had held to his word over the next few weeks.

We spent a lot of time together getting to know each other, and I grew fond of every little thing I came to know about him. Sometimes we would have a movie night, sometimes we would cook a meal together (I would cook, Alex would eat). Sometimes it was just a walk, or a coffee. They already started filming season 5, so sometimes he would come home too tired for anything.

But he always made time for me. And those times I had with him became everything. He became important to me. I felt like a little school girl in love. I looked forward our dates, because I couldn’t wait to see him. I would read a book, and I would have this urge to hear his opinion about it. I wanted to hear his opinion about everything that surrounded me. I wanted to listen to him talk about things that inspired him. I wanted to listen to him talk about less pretty things that are a part of this horrible thing we call reality. I wanted him to always be there.  

I wanted him. But I never told him that. I never had the courage to. Besides, I think it could be noticed from my behavior that I am head over heels in love with him. He would do me a huge favor if he did notice, so that I won’t have to explain myself, but man can be so stupid sometimes.

Today will be the first day I won’t see Alex. He will come back from work really late, and I have to go out tonight. September was almost over, which means that a new semester is starting in 2 weeks and something. And that meant that all of people I go to UNI with were back in town, and that actually means-there’s going to be a party tonight.

Cassie is coming at my place in fifteen minutes so we can both find something nice to wear.


‘’We look boooomb.’’ Cassie was singing those words while checking her butt in the mirror.

‘’Yes, we do.’’ I couldn’t deny that. This dress looks good on me.

‘’Best friend handshake.’’ She put up her hand in the air with a huge grin on her face.

‘’Cassie, we don’t have a handshake.’’

She was surprised. We never had a handshake, why does she look surprised? She was so weird sometimes.

‘’Oh…then just give me five.’’

‘’You look like you need a hug.’’ I opened my arms for her.

She looked at me with that ‘You stupid?’ face. ‘’I prefer chocolate, thanks. Save your hugs for your boyfriend.’’

‘’He’s not my boyfriend.’’


I rolled my eyes on that. I really hated when someone made comments like these about the two of us.

‘’We should get going, we’re already late.’’

‘’But before we do that, we should take a picture. Alex has to see how good you look.’’

Rolling my eyes again I said: ‘’Are you ever going to stop?’’

‘Nah, probably not.’

We both laughed at that.


‘’Cassie! Y/n! Heyyy! Long time no see girls.’’ the blonde guy named Chris greeted the both of us as soon as we entered the place. When Chris said those words, all the heads turned in our direction.

‘’Well, it was about time. Everyone was waiting for you.’’ a voice behind me was heard. When I turned around, I saw Liam, my favorite person from UNI.

‘’Hey stranger.’’ I said hugging him.

I loved hugging Liam. He was taller than me, so when we hugged, my head would always end up on his chest, and he would lay his head on top of mine.

‘’I missed you.’’he whispered in my hair.

‘’I know you did.’’ He laughed at that.

‘’Liam, please, can you get me something to drink?’’ I asked, pulling away from him.

‘’Of course.’’ and with those words he left.

In that moment Cassie put her phone in front of my face to show me a picture.

‘’Look, you two look so cute.’’

We did, the two us were hugging, my face was hidden behind his arms, but Liams face could be seen. He looked beautiful. His face was so relaxed and so full of love. For once, I thanked Cassie for stalking me with her phone camera.

‘’Is it a bad idea if I post it on Instagram?’’

‘’Why would it be a bad idea? Liam is your friend.’’ Cassie looked confused.

‘’Because of Alex, C. I don’t want him to get the wrong impression.’’

She made that face she had when she was extremely annoyed.

‘’Jesus Y/n. If he makes a problem about it, then just explain. If he doesn’t trust you, then you don’t need him in your life. And, besides, he’s not your boyfriend. You can do anything you want. ’’

I nodded. She was right. I posted the picture with a caption ‘’finally with my favorite person after two months’’.

‘’Here you go.’’ I heard Liam from behind me.

‘’Thank you. You were fast.’’ He smiled.

He reminded me of Alex in that moment. To be honest, every guy around me reminded me of Alex. Especially now, when he was not around.


The following day

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. There was this huge pain in my head, and my stomach felt like it was on fire. Oh wait, I know what this is. It’s a hangover. Bravo Y/n!

I searched for the phone in my bed and found it…under my ass. Okay. This is getting better and better.

‘’Hello.’’ I was shocked at the sound of my own voice. It sounded like I had my voice strings burned.

‘’I can see you had fun last night.’’ it was Jordan.

‘’Oh.my.God. Jordie, not today, please.’’ I begged.

‘’It’s not my fault you got drunk.’’ He played dumb. He was so annoying.

‘’You could be helpful for once in your life and come over with some food.’’

‘’I see you’re not in the mood. Okay, I’ll be there in 20. Love you, and please check if there are some people in your apartment whom are actually not supposed to be there. I don’t want surprises.’’ He teased me. Of course he did. What are brothers for?

‘’Asshole.’’ I hung up.

I sighed in frustration. My head was hurting so bad. But I had to get out of the bed to at least take a shower.

But before I do that, I need to check my phone. I had plenty of notifications on Instagram. Liam commented on the picture I posted saying ‘’I knew you missed me’’. I laughed at that. He always knew what to say. I should check my snapchat story just to make sure that I didn’t make a total fool out of myself.

Okay, a few videos of people dancing with the music in the background. Another video of me and Cassie singing with Liam and Chris jumping in to sing with us. A few group selfies. Okay. I did good.

And then I entered my messages, only to see a few texts messages from Alex.

1st text :’’ Hey little one. Just came home from work. I’m so tired, can’t wait to go to bed. I hope you have fun tonight. I miss you.’’

2nd text:’’Today,Katheryn had to play this scene where while talking she was feeding an owl. I thought of you in that moment because I know how much you like owls.’’  

3rd text:’’ Y/n, you look beautiful on that picture with Cassie. I won’t text you anymore because I assume you’re already drinking and dancing and not thinking about me. Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe. Kisses.’’

How was I supposed to not be in love with him when he was so caring and so kind? I imagine him in a relationship if he is like this now. I wish he was here now. I texted him saying:

‘’Morning sunshine. I didn’t see your text until now, sorry about that. I hope you had a good night sleep. I’ll see you tonight? P.S. I miss you too. ‘’

After locking my phone I got out of bed to go and take a shower. And I did that avoiding the mirror at all costs. I was too scared of my own reflection now.


I heard that overly energetic knock on the door.

‘’I’m coming.’’ I yelled.

After 10 seconds the annoying presence of my brother invaded my apartment. For some reason, he was in a good mood.

‘’You got some last night didn’t you?’’ I tried to guess.

‘’A true gentleman doesn’t reveal this kind of information.’’ he said with a cocky grin on his face.

‘’You definitely got some last night.’’ We both burst in laughter.

He even made me some coffee. Okay, maybe he wasn’t that much of a pain in the ass after all.

‘’Did you, sister, get some last night?’’ He was looking at me. Mostly to see if I would lie to him.

‘’Not that I remember. And there were no strangers in here, so definitely not.’’ I said. He laughed at my response.

‘’It seems like you had fun last night. And I didn’t know Liam was back? I haven’t seen that guy in what seems like ages.’’

‘’I know. I missed having him around.’’

‘’I saw that too.’’ he commented ‘’And just so you know, Alex is not going to be happy about the picture you posted.’’

I wanted to say something, but he interrupted that attempt.

‘’He will not make a big deal about it. But, if he seems colder than usual, you should know it’s because of that.’’

I nodded. I wasn’t in the mood of talking about that. And just like he knew we were talking about him, I got a text from him.

‘’Hope the hangover isn’t that bad. I’ll come at you place with some food tonight at 8 p.m.?’’

I checked the clock. It was 1 p.m. I smiled at the thought of seeing him in a few hours.

‘’Okay. I’ll see you soon then.’’

I locked my phone and started talking with Jordan about some stuff of ours. He didn’t stay long though. He saw that I needed sleep, so he left me to rest. But before he went out, he wanted to talk to me about me and Alex.

‘’These are the facts. First, you’re in love with him, and he is in love with you. Second, You gave each other some time to see how you get along, and from what I see it is working out. Please sister, don’t complicate things when there is no need to. It’s complicated enough to find someone who feels the same way you feel about them. Do him a favor and tell him how you feel. I know it’s scary, and I know the last time you did that it didn’t end well. But Alex isn’t Jacob, and that’s a good enough reason to let yourself have this. And trust me, even if we man act cold sometimes, we still love to hear warm words from the ones we love.’’

He stepped out of the apartment when he finished his little speech, then he turned around to give me a hug.

‘’Have some sleep now, and good luck. Love you!’’ He whispered this in my ear. He let go of me and left.


It was 7:35 p.m. when I woke up again. I jumped off my bed in fury, and started running through my apartment to get everything ready. Thank God I was a tidy person so I did not have to do much. Then I went in the bathroom to get myself ready. I got scared of my own reflection. Damn it! Now I have to even put some make up on.


At 8:05 I heard a knock on my door. While trowing a few quick glances In the mirror I unlocked and opened it.

He was standing there with two pizza boxes in his hand. He was wearing my favorite black t-shirt, with his black jeans. He looked stunning. It took me a moment to process this and get back to reality. And when I did, the emotions hit me.

I threw myself in his arms, and he immediately put his free arm around me. I squeezed him tight around his waist while resting my head under his chin. He planted a soft kiss on my temple, then rested his head on mine.

‘’I missed you.’’ He muttered.

‘’I missed you too.’’ I whispered back.

I let go of him, and when I looked into his eyes I saw something was wrong. ‘’Are you okay?’’ I asked him, sincerely concerned. I don’t like seeing him upset. He must have seen that I was worried, because he smiled at me and said:‘’I am, but I need to talk with you about something later.’’ I opened my mouth to say something but he was faster. ‘’No need to do that right now. Let’s enjoy our meal first.’’

I gave him the last worried look, but he didn’t look at me, he just entered in my apartment with no words.

‘’This isn’t going to be good’’ I thought to myself.


I stood up to get us something to drink. ‘’Give me something very unhealthy, please.’’ Alex begged, and we both laughed. I took two sodas from the fridge and walked up to the place where Alex was sitting on the dinning table. I put the drinks down, and leaned forward to hug him from behind. I put my arms around his neck and shoulders, and he put one of his hands over mine, squeezing it slightly. I rested my face against his hair, breathing him in. God, how I love his smell. I closed my eyes for a second, thinking about how pathetic it was that I’ve missed him so much after just one day of being apart. His sudden laughter was what brought me back from my trance.

He was laughing at something he saw on his phone, he showed me the picture, it was some joke the fans made about Ivar on Instagram. Then he continued scrolling down until he came over the picture I posted last night. He fell silent. I think he was trying to stay calm, but I could feel it was stronger than him. His breathing became deep and heavy, and his grip on the phone hardened. Now, he turned his face to me. I could see the anger in his eyes, and I think this was the first time I saw him angry. But here was something else too. He was…hurt? He opened, and then closed his mouth. I sat on a chair next to him, and I was looking at his face, trying to read him. His face was dead serious, his lips in a sharp line. I could see how his chest moved up and down as he breathed deeply, trying to stay calm.

‘’Say it. I won’t bite.’’ I tried to joke it off, but he didn’t laugh. He was looking at me now with a cold face expression.

‘’Is he the reason you’re having second thoughts about me?’’

What? What is he talking about?

‘’What are you talking about?’’ I said with shock evident on my face.

‘’Is he the reason you asked me to give you some time to consider me as your boyfriend?’’ His face was still cold, unreadable. I was in shock. Why was he saying this?

‘’Why are you silent? Answer me!’’ He stop up now, raising his voice. ‘’How could you do that to me? Let me think that you were capable of falling in love with me if I just gave you some time? How could you/ Why did you do this? Do you not know how I feel about you?’’ He said this last sentence in a lower tone. He looked like a injured puppy, and that killed me on the inside. I never wanted him to get hurt.

‘’Alex, please, let me explain.’’ I stood up to grab onto his hands, trying to make him look me in the eyes.

‘’Liam is my friend. I have known him for three years now. He is one of the few people from UNI that I actually like hanging out with. But he is only a friend. I/’’

‘’Then why didn’t you mention him before?’’’ he interrupted me.

‘’Why didn’t you mention all of your girl friends from work to me? You also posted some pictures with some of those of who I knew nothing about, but still, I always asked you about them, and you would say they are your friends. And I believed you. Why are you not believing me?’’ I asked him, trying to stay calm.

‘’It’s different. They are not that important to me. But he clearly is important to you.’’ His voice was trembling now. I could see that he was really hurt by this. But why?

Then the realization hit me. He didn’t know. He didn’t know, and he didn’t notice. Man are really stupid.

I tried to restrain my mouth from growing into a wide smile, because that would only make this  worse.

‘’Alex,’’ I started ‘’ it is not different. Do you know why?’’ I paused. He wasn’t responding, but I kept going anyway. ‘’Because nobody else is important to me when I am with you. Because you poisoned my mind with yourself, I can’t think of no one else but you. You make me enjoy everything. You broke down the boundaries that I have set for myself. You make me feel alive. You make me feel awake. You make me feel like I can do anything, as long as I have you by my side.’’ I cupped his face with both of my hands.

‘’I’m in love with you Alex Hogh Andersen. ‘’ I brought my face closer to his. ‘’I’m so in love with you even the blind people can see that. And that’s why you should believe me when I say there is no one else in my life, but you.’’

And then I kissed him. He was shocked at first, then he put his hand on my waist and moved his lips against mine. His lips were so soft, softer than I imagined them to be. His grip around my waist tightened as the kiss grew bolder. Then I pulled back to get some air, only to earn a protesting moan from him. But fast enough I moved my head to his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses there. He reacted by moving his hand to my ass, giving it a light squeeze. I moaned against his skin, and I felt he shivered in response.

He put his hand under my chin, moved my face up and kissed me again, closing the space between us. Then he surprised me when he broke the kiss to lower himself, only to grab my tights to pick me up. He carried me to the kitchen counter, while leaving wet open mouthed kisses on my neck. I run my hands trough his hair while a moan escapes from my mouth. He moves his hands on my ass again, now squeezing it harder. I lowered my hands to his core and started pulling up his t-shirt. He moved his hands up in the air and when his chest was finally naked I throw his shirt as far away as possible from us. He was looking at me now with mischief in his eyes. ‘’I thought you liked that shirt?’’. I put my hands on his chest and started moving them up and down, at the same time moving my head closer to his. ‘’I changed my mind. I like it more like that.’’ He smirked and lowered his head to bit down my neck. I moaned again, and then another sound was heard.

My phone was ringing.

‘’Dammit!’’ I cursed, and Alex sighed and moved away. This was irritating the both of us. I reached the phone, and saw it was Jordan. Again.

‘’This better be important.’’ I answered the phone.

‘’Oh, did I interrupt something?’’ I could hear him chuckle on the other side.

‘’You did, actually.’’ I sighed, and I felt Alex coming closer from behind, only to put his hands on my waist and leave a kiss on my neck. I threw my head back, resting it on his shoulder, while putting my free hand in his hair. ‘’Do you need something?’’

‘’I just wanted to know if you two wanted to come over. I’m here with Sophie and Marco.’’ I turned my head to Alex, who heard what Jordan said and made a face that said ‘Do we really have to?’’. I nodded, and he sighed in frustration.

‘’We’ll be there in 20 minutes. Love you!’’

‘’Love/’’ I didn’t hear the rest of it because I hung up on him.

I turned myself to see Alex. He was putting his shirt on.

‘’Can’t you just stay without it?’’ I whined.

He chuckled at my words.

‘’That would be inappropriate.’’ He said, but I saw my words made him shift in his place. I came closer to him, put my arms around his neck and said :’’It would be. Very much. But I wouldn’t mind.’’

He smiled at me, then gave me a short kiss.

‘’We have to go, you told your brother we were coming. Besides, I can’t wait for you to meet Marco.’’ I nodded, then let go of him, and went in my bedroom to change.

He was waiting for me where I left him. He smiled when he saw me, straighting himself up as I got closer to him. I put my hands on his chest, and he in response curled his arms around my waist, bringing me closer. I looked him in the eyes, only to see how happy he was now. And for some reason, it made me happy seeing him like that.

‘’Do you believe me now?’’ I asked him.

He was looking at me with a soft face expression. ‘’Yes.’’ was all he said.

‘’Good.’’ I kissed his temple.

He moved his hands from my waist all the way to my face, leaving them on my checks. He caressed them with his palms, while resting his forehead on mine. We remained like that for a few seconds. Then I moved away from him, hinting him it was time to go. 

I just really love Elinor and Fergus’ relationship. It is fairly balanced and romantic and sweet and just feels real.

Originally posted by dailyglamorous

lifeisnotanmp3  asked:

Cute one-shot about teen Mycroft and small Sherlock please 💙

Mycroft hurry up!” Sherlock complains loudly as like a bull in a china shop he tries in vain to keep up with the barn owl flying overhead while traipsing over the abundant dry brush.

For one so small he makes short work of the terrain hidden under the darkness that it almost seems comical for him to be armed with a troch as he more or less went without it swinging wildly on at his left hand.

While not having the advantage of height to slip past the worst of the thicket Mycroft struggles to push forward as not to lose his only brother in the darkness of the forest.

He finds that even with the lantern shifting its light between the ground and the overhead limbs pushing out into his face Mycroft can’t seem to catch a brake let alone Sherlock.

“Sh…Sherlock, don’t stray too far ahead,” Mycroft called after him lamely as he struggled to make headway over a fallen tree.

Its limbs may have given Sherlock enough room to crouch under but for Mycroft-he was liable to get stuck and given at Sherlock’s pace trying to go around it would separate them further.

The night was unbearably muggy in a way that made his hairs stick to his face in a most irritating way that rivaled that of the bugs that were attracted to the torch and his blood.

“Blasted things,” Mycroft grumbles as he tries in vain to crawl through the limbs that kept the tree from falling indefinitely to the forest floor only to have his knees scraped, his sleeves dirtied and gnats dive bombing his eyes causing him to blink rapidly in defense.

“MYCROFT YOU BETTER KEEP UP OR MUMMY WILL BE CROSS THAT YOU LEFT ME,” Sherlock shouts from somewhere in the darkness up ahead. .

And oh wasn’t mummy one to blame for this predicament?

Father had finished reading to them about owls as per usual of their studies. Of course Eurus and Sherlock were fascinated if not for different reasons; Sherlock for the bird’s anatomy (can you REALLY see their eyeballs from behind their ears??!) and Eurus (They spit out their preys bones WHOLE.)

Mycroft already had an appreciation for the animal as it alludes to more scholarly learning and introspect but when mummy decided it would be a great idea to go out looking for owls at night Mycroft was less than pleased.

“Mummy but the bugs will be out.”

“The bugs are always out Mycroft.”

“But we could get lost in the woods.”

“Mycroft the woods are hardly that big behind the house and I’ll leave the lights on  the upper story to help guide you back.”

“But mummy we could get injured and die out there.”

“Mycroft if you die in our backyard then there’s really no hope for you.”

It was little compensation that Mummy and Father had taken Eurus east to look for any owls while he was tasked with Sherlock but Mycroft had to preserve or they would both be cross with him.

And Lord knows Sherlock was already cross for being paired with him,

There is crunching, tripping and shrieks from Sherlock that follow along with the tiny torch light swaying madly in the trees but Mycroft counts it as a good thing until the noise becomes more stressed.

Finally free from the branches and dusting himself off Mycroft is greeted by a disgruntled Sherlock.

His face is wild as it is marred with dirt, debris, leaves, and strangely enough war paint (when had he done that?) as Sherlock badgers him thusly.

“Are we done making ourselves all prim and proper,” he sneers (Mycroft of this is sure even with the torch pointed at him directly) , “This is the wilderness Mycroft. There’s no need for formalities out here!”

Sighing at the attitude Mycroft corrects him. “No, this is our backyard.”

“Which is a forest-”

“In our backyard,” Mycroft interjects giving Sherlock the eye, “but regardless of it being our backyard I would still appreciate that you stay close to me rather than running up ahead.”

“Well if its our backyard then it shouldn’t be so ‘dangerous’ and what’s taking you so long anyway? Can’t get your elephant legs over a pebble?”

Its times like this that Mycroft starts to reconsider his position as the oldest. To what could he possibly hope to gain out of a relationship such as this? A complex? Control issues?

Even for an overly mature teenager such as himself it got to Mycroft so much so that upon resting his elbow on a nearby stump to rethink his life an white barn owl had decided to perch on his arm.

If Sherlock’s eyes could get any bigger Mycroft was sure that they would engulf their best china plates held in the cabinet by the dinning area and if the muffled shrieking was anything to go by Sherlock was likely to explode.

Now Mycroft while knowing everything you could ever want to know about owls had limited physical knowledge on how to deal with them.

Hell, the last time Mycroft had attempted to hold a bird it was at Jamie’s 10th birthday party and to impress a girl that he found intelligent and that had ended up with his parents buying the birthday boy a whole flock of parakeets to replace the one that escaped through his fingers.

But he wasn’t going to let Sherlock know that. Sure this bird could potentially scalp him, destroy his face with its talons or worse however the twinkle in Sherlock’s eyes as the owl continued to do its grooming on his arm was priceless.

So in an effort to ignore the talons on the owl digging into his arm and the free of the wild beast attacking either of them Mycroft began to narrate.

“And here we have the Bubo scandiacus, native to Arctic regions in North America and Eurasia.”

Unlike most times that Mycroft attempted to talk to Sherlock was riveted.

He was listening onto every word as Mycroft described the bird’s habits and facts while watching the bird in childlike fascination.

It wasn’t until Sherlock asked the dreaded question: “Can I pet it?” that Mycroft started to realize how dangerous this could be.

The owl could be carrying foreign bacteria that could get Sherlock sick, the bird could attack Sherlock and scar him or worse but the look on his face made Mycroft want to risk it if only to have this brotherly bonding.

“Of course but be very careful Sherlock while I distract our avian friend,” Mycroft says a bit nervously.

If the bird was to bit he would rather it be at him so taking his free hand Mycroft distracts the bird as Sherlock slowly comes from behind to stroke its feathers.

Gently, slowly, please don’t bite my brother…

Mycroft found it a miracle that the bird allowed Sherlock to stroke its feathers briefly before letting out an ear shattering shriek and flew off into the night.

Considering how brief the petting was Mycroft expected Sherlock to be miffed but it was the contrary.

“MYCROFT THAT WAS SO COOL I PETTED A WILD OWL AND EVERYTHING,” Sherlock  continued to gush as they walked back to the house.

“Yes, indeed you did,” Mycroft adds while he absently rubs his arm that served as a perch for what felt like an hour. The bird didn’t break the skin thank God but there will be marks in the morning he was sure of it.

When they get closer to the house Sherlock grabs his hand and says so very softly, “Thank you for taking me out  here.”

“What was that?”

“I said thanks! What? is all that fat clogging up your ears?” Sherlock bursts out before he thinks better of it and tries again with, “I mean, thank you for taking me out. I know you don’t like playing outside but what you did with the owl-that was wicked.”

“Like wicked cool?”

“Don’t ruin the moment Mycroft,” Sherlock says pointedly as he releases his hand and runs full speed at the back door.

Mycroft watches fondly as he follows at a more sedate pace. These are what happy memories are made of.


❝ We should have a Butterbeer delivery guy. You know, like muggles have for pizza! ❞
❝ I think my owl is sick. What can I do to help it? ❞
❝ I’ve always loved Hogsmeade! Saturday’s trips were the best part of the week. ❞
❝ I couldn’t buy the Daily Prophet today, can I read yours? ❞
❝ Wanna go to watch the next Quidditch match with me? ❞
❝ Is this your wand? ❞
❝ Another one just escaped from Azkaban, I can’t believe it! ❞
❝ Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour is closed, today. What am I going to do now? ❞
❝ I think your owl didn’t see the window… ❞
❝ Can I offer you some gillywater? ❞
❝ Did you used to play on your house Quidditch team? ❞
❝ You own me five galleons, you lost the bet! ❞
❝ I will never understand why do people think the blood-status so important. ❞
❝ I don’t wanna see a bottle of firewhiskey anymore. ❞

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I finished the text, closed the phone and stuck it in the pocket of my jeans.

“New clothes, you’re angrier, lying to me, missing school, this cell phone… I feel like I don’t know you anymore, little owl,” he used my mom’s old pet name for me.  I flinched a little.

Honestly? Yeah. There’s definitely been a disconnect along the way.

Carefully, I replied, “Maybe that’s a good thing.  Because I sure didn’t like who I was before.”

“I did,” he murmured.

I looked away.

Wildbow’s spending all his daily pain allowance on this chapter.

“Can you at least tell me you’re not doing drugs?”

“Not even smoking or drinking.”

“Nobody’s making you do anything you don’t want to do?”


They seem to be slipping back into the same dynamic they’ve had from the start. Taylor not wanting to talk about what’s bothering her, Danny worrying but trying not to push too much.

“Okay,” he said.

There was a long pause.  The minutes stretched on as if we were both waiting for the other to say something.

Buuut that doesn’t mean we’re done here just yet.

“As I’m so often reminded what a priceless gift my life is, I ache with everything in me to make it count, so that when I finally cross the finish line, I’ll hear the words,..
‘Well done, good and faithful servant.

Happy 28th Birthday Adam Young!

floweryfandomnerd  asked:

Okay so I know how much you love owls, but what about other animals? Like what's the weirdest/strangest animal at your zoo and what's the stupidest/funniest thing you've seen one of them do? ❤

Hi Bethany! Thanks for your patience with waiting for my reply, ^^ I’ve had a busy week! I hope your week has been a good one.

So first off I just love all animals so much forever. There’s not a single animal I don’t like. I mean it. Now as to the weirdest animal at my zoo, the thing is all of the species we have are native to my state. So since nothing is exotic or from far away nothing seems very weird to me since I’ve seen most of them in the wild at some point, lol. But if I had to choose I’d say the fisher since it’s entire existence is a lie and there’s a ton of misconceptions about it.

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linkeightvideo  asked:

So if a raven or a bird in general hurt themselves getting a broken wing (and any injuries from crashing into Hogwartsesque rocks) and someone took them in. How would you heal the bird safely? All I can find is to bring them to a wildlife professional but what if you are a wildlife professional?

There are a lot of bones a raven can break in a crash.

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What they break, and how badly they break it, will depend on how fast they were traveling. If a fractured bone only has a simple (one break) and closed (no breaking of the skin) fracture, then it will heal better than a compound (multiple breaks or multiple fragments) or open (through the skin) fracture.

A simple, closed fracture can be treated by strapping the wing. A fracture in the middle of the wing may be treatable with a figure 8 wrap, but a humeral fracture may also need strapping to the body. You have to be carefully with this though, because if you wrap a bird’s body to tightly, they simply can’t breathe. Fractures than involve the joint will also do worse than a midshaft fracture.

Pain relief is highly recommended for birds with fractured wings. Unsurprisingly it encourages a faster return to function, and they eat better. For legal reasons though I wont be posting drugs or dosages here. Keep in mind that opioid drugs do not work the same in all species.

A simple, closed fracture in a raven wing may take as little as two weeks to heal. If the wing is left bound too long, or the fracture is not treated promptly, contraction of the muscles and ligaments in the wing can render the bird unable to fully extend its wing. I’ve encountered this issue several times in eagles that have been hit by cars, but too wily to be caught for several weeks. The propatagial ligament contributes to the wing membrane when outstretched, and the bird will not be able to fly if this has become rigid.

If the wing bones do not heal in a good position, the bird will not be able to fly as well as it used to, if at all. Even though a raven is very resourceful, the reduced mobility will negatively impact its survival. This is even more important in precision fliers like owls.

Now, I know you asked about a fractured wing, but depending on how this raven crashed into the rocks, they may have also sustained a sternal fracture.

The sternum, or keel bone, is the big blade-shaped bone on the front of the thorax that the flight muscles attach to. Birds commonly fracture it by falling onto their chest, and if this raven was trying to brake when it collided with the rocks then it’s likely to have injured either its legs or its sternum.

A sternal fracture renders the bird unable to fly upwards, but it can flutter downwards. They take several weeks to heal, but require relatively little intervention to do so. They generally heal very well because the sternum is stabilized by the flight muscles. The birds fly fine, but the bone usually feels a bit crooked afterwards.

A sternal fracture requires less care for the bird to recover, and you would expect a good to complete recovery afterwards. Consider it if you want something a bit different, but less complex, than a broken wing, whist still having an injury that prevents the bird from flying.

Originally posted by corvus-s