i laughed my duck

  • Nino: ok wait I have an idea
  • Nino: you gotta call out 'babe!' and see who looks up
  • Nino: I'll go first
  • Nino: BABE!
  • Adrien: lmao nobody even flinched
  • Nino: you try then
  • Adrien: I will
  • Adrien: BABE!
  • Nathanel: what?
  • Marinette: yeah?
  • Chloe: you called?
  • Nino: what the fu

The Lady of Shallots, John William Waterhouse, 1888, oil on canvas (with slight modern additions).

I just made an art history/produce pun, which means the potential audience is like, one person. and that person is me. 

Most of you should remember “Robin Hood Daffy”. It is one of my most beloved Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies cartoons. 

It is hilarious, the timming and the slapstick is fantastic, and writting is great, it has one of my favorite Daffy´s lines:
“See yon rich, unwary traveler? I’ll rob him of his gold, and give it to some poor, unworthy slob. That’ll prove that I’m Robin Hood.“ (leave to Daffy to make an act of charity sound egoisitcal).

And I love this tiny scene:

Because look a them! They are laughing loud and freely, and Daffy for no-reason at all!! Porky is laughing at his expense and initially our duck was up to fight (maybe) but the laugh was so contagious he couldn´t help it and laughed along. And it may be a non-sensensical laugh, but it´s a sincere one too! It is cute! It is funny! Daffy genually seems like he is enjoying himself for a very brief moment.

He doesn´t laugh like that much.



from the girl who is trying to cleanse her soul

Humour idioms

bring the house down: взорвать аудиторию смехом, аплодисментами, т.е. очень успешно выступить

  • She brought down the house with her jokes. (Она взорвала аудиторию своими шутками) 

chill out: расслабиться

  • Geez, chill out. We won’t be late! (Господи, расслабься. Мы не опоздаем!)

full of the joys and spring: дословно “быть переполненным радостью и весно”, т.е. быть счастливым, радостным.

  • Emily’s full of the joys of spring today – her boyfriend finally proposed! (Эмили преисполнена радостью - ее молодой человек наконец-то сделал предложение!)

have a blast: веселиться, оторваться по полной

  • Thanks for inviting us! We had a blast. (Спасибо, что пригласил нас! Оторвались по полной).

life and soul of the party: душа компании

  • It’s weird to see Ben so quiet. He’s usually the life and soul of the party. (Странно видеть Бена таким тихим. Обычно он - душа компании)

to tickle a funny bone: забавлять, рассмешить

  • Hey, take a look at this video - it might tickle your funny bone! (Эй, посмотри это видео - возможно, оно тебя рассмешит)

die laughing: умереть от смеха, т.е. очень сильно смеяться

  • The play was supposed to be very funny but the audience did not really die laughing  (Пьеса должна быть очень смешной, но аудитория не особо умирала от смеха)

laugh one’s head off: смеяться до упаду 

  • Do you remember the scene in ‘Friends’ with ducks and clowns? I laughed my head off! (Помнишь сцену “Друзей” с утками и клоунами? Я смеялась до упаду)

a laughing stock: посмешище, объект насмешек

  • I can’t believe I have to wear that dress to the wedding. I will be a laughing stock for everyone. (Не могу поверить, что мне надо пойти в этом платье на свадьбу. Я выставлю себя на посмешище)

to have the last laugh:смеяться последним

  • She said I’d never make it to college, but I got the last laugh. (Она говорила, что я никогда не поступлю в университет, но я посмеялся последним)

【Hanako Vol. 1101】BTS group interview trans

Q: ‘I NEED U (Japanese ver.)’ is a song that expresses how a young boy is suffering at the end of love. How does it feel to sing this song?

SUGA: The lyrics is pretty much the same with the Korean ver., so it was easy to sing and the recording went well too, it ended quite quick (laughs).

RAP MONSTER: Our song ‘DOPE (Japanese ver.)’, in the original version, ‘dope’ appeared a lot and in Japanese, it became ‘超やべー!’. Surprisingly, there are many words that is it similar with the Korean, such as the ‘3포시대’ and ’悟り世代’, so the rap was easy.

JIN: The wonderful part about ‘I NEED U’ is that it’s an emotional performance, but the world portrayed in the Korean ver.’s MV, it’s a distorted view of the world.

V: When I’m performing and singing, I have to recall the world view in the MV. I will also do the same when I perform in Japan (full of emotions), please anticipate our expression of feelings.

Q: The song’s theme is about ‘youth’, when have you felt ‘youth’ recently?

V: Because of the schedules, we had to go bungee jumping and that’s when I felt ‘youth’ in ages!

JUNGKOOK: It was at night when I jumped. It was completely dark (laughs), so I couldn’t see the scenery. It was such a shame~

SUGA: I still can jump at this age but I don’t think it’s possible when I get older (laughs).

RAP MONSTER: Yeah, I was thinking ‘I can fly too’ as I jumped. But to be honest, I don’t want to do it again (laughs). 

JIN: I went skateboarding with Jimin along the Han River, that’s when I felt ‘youth’. And we saw the sunrise, the sun was rising right?

JIMIN: It was a moment where I felt “ah youth~”. But I think when Hobi hyung gives me a massage, it somehow makes me feel ‘youth’… (laughs) Just a minute ago, during the break, he gave me a massage and every time, it makes me feel so touched.  

J-HOPE: Oh, really. I see~! (he says as he pretends to give Jimin a massage) 

Q: To the member next to you, when have you felt ‘I NEED U’?

JIMIN: There are many times when Suga hyung wasn’t on the stage with us, when he’s absent, it feels that there’s a hole on the stage. And in my mind, there’s a voice keeps saying “oh how I wish Suga hyung was here”.

SUGA: Ah, thank you! Jin hyung is my roommate in the dormitory. Instead of saying I need him, he makes me feel at ease when he’s around. He doesn’t need to do anything, just being there makes me feel at ease. When we have overseas schedules, we stay in the same room too, it’s quiet and it makes me feel calm.

JIN: Because the other members are too noisy (laughs). I think I need Rap Monster when we have to make comments on shows, he has been doing a great job (he thinks through thoroughly) so I think he’s outstanding. Instead of saying when I need the leader, he is someone that I need whenever and wherever. 

RAP MONSTER: I’m so happy (looks proud). Jungkook is my roommate, I need him when I’m sleeping at night. The door is always open so the mosquitos would come in, so before I go to sleep, I’d shout: “Jungkookie~ Door!!!”

JUNGKOOK: Then I say: “ok~” as I go close the door. This is maknae’s job (laughs). I need Hobi hyung when I’m bored. In the dormitory, I’m always mucking around and play games with Hobi hyung, Jiminie hyung and V hyung. Even when Hobi hyung is there for a bit, it’s always fun.

J-HOPE: (laughs) As for me, when I’m bored or sitting quietly in the room by myself, I would think “I wish V was here”. Because we are roommates so we talk a lot.

V: And we listen to music and play games together. I need Jimin when I’m standing on the stage. Because he’s the brightest on the stage!!

JIMIN: Yeah~! (stands up and gives each other a high five)

V: I need him at other times too but on stage, he’s more important than anything!!

Q: The theme of this special ed. issue is about buying (food) ingredients, so when it’s your birthday, how do you celebrate? Do you eat delicious foods? 

JIMIN: Well, we eat whatever the member wants to eat on his birthday.

RAP MONSTER: Because there are 7 members, so it always feels like it’s who’s birthday. The fans also wish us happy birthday, apart from sending us food, saying “I wish you a happy birthday” is enough (laughs).

JUNGKOOK: (sparkling eyes) My birthday is in September, I received duck meat from the hyungs as a gift. Exclusive duck meat? No, it wasn’t. Even though it’s not expensive, it’s very delicious (laughs). Duck meat has always been my favorite, but lately I’m really into eating lamb skewers.

J-HOPE: Nowadays, Jungkook, Suga hyung and I really love the Chinese-style lamb skewers.

SUGA: Speaking of lamb skewers, I know about it very well~ For those who can’t eat lamb meat, I suggest you guys try Teriyaki lamb skewer.

JUNGKOOK: When I’m eating with the hyungs, they always pay for it.

J-HOPE: Sometimes we pay separately~ But making the dongsaeng pay doesn’t seem right, so Jungkook is always happy~ happy~ (laughs)!

Chinese trans by: 我是一只鸡米妮

The secret power of whipped cream || MINHO x READER


So here I am with another Minho one-shot stuff. I guess I’ll make a list where you’ll be able to find the little pieces in chronological order. It should be helpful later when I’ll finally start the fanfiction itself.

So this one is about the first kiss - it kind of sucks, I’m shucked when it comes to writing about emotions but I tried my best. Hope you’ll enjoy it, guys!

Unbeta’d, as usual.

“Minho, put that back!,” I snapped at the black-haired Runner who stood with his back to me – still, I knew what he was doing.

“Dufno fat’cha thafkin ‘bou,’ he answered, his voice muffled by what I guessed was whipped cream – it wasn’t part of the weekly supplies normally so when Frypan found two of it in the Box he said we shouldn’t waste it, instead let’s try and make something delicious.

He asked me to help him make a cake or something. I wasn’t particularly good at cooking (one of the reasons I didn’t become a cook, the other one being the fact I was somewhat of a klutz) but I was the only one he trusted not to ‘accidentally’ not be able to account for one of the bottles while he takes a nap.

The only factor Frypan didn’t calculate on was the slightly grumpy, walking sarcasm-ball running under the name of Minho.

I mean, seriously. Like, you know, he was a Runner and everything…

Our friendship did not start off very easily, me being the only girl, a headstrong one with the desire to proof I’m jut as useful as ay other boy, but it got better. We were pretty close by now and he decided to honor me wit his completely unasked company.

Not that I was complaining. Somehow over the months every time he was with me a strange feeling set his feet in my belly.

I dropped the beater and looked at him with my hands on my hips. “Minho, put that back!”

Slowly, he turned around, smiling innocently. Right above the right corner of his mouth was a small white fleck.

“You think you’re smart, askin’ for something twice? Lemme’ just tell you: you are wrong.”

“You have whipped cream on your mouth, slinthead!” I rolled my eyes and stepped closer. He raised an eyebrow, not the least nervous by getting caught, and he crossed his arms in fornt of his hard, muscular chest with a smug look on his face.

“Why are ya watchin’ my mouth?”

My face fell in a mere second. All the blood escaped my face before it just rushed right to my cheeks. The words came slowly to my mouth.

“I-I don’t know what… I’m of course not… watching your mouth! Why would I?” I faltered out, hugging myself tightly with my arms. They were not half as strong as Minho’s – and bloody hell, all the things those strong arms could’ve do to me…!

A huge weight pulled my chest toward that cheeky bastard but I did my best to ignore it. Blaming it on my teenage-hormones and Minho’s bloody hot Runner-body with all those muscles and veins and his witty remarks.

Usually, it worked…

“Because you wanna kiss me.”

…but not when he was saying things like that.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t saying things like that on a daily basic. To be honest, this was the first time he’d ever suggested something sexual like that. This is why he caught me off-guard.

“That’s klunk,” I mumbled and looked away, fixing my gaze on the floor. Minho stepped closer so I didn’t only see his shoes but also his pants.

“Yeah? Why don’t you look at me, then?”

I don’t dare. No, there was no way I’d have said that aloud. That just wouldn’t have suited the girl who annoyed everyone to death in order to get into the Maze once with his brother.

Suddenly, Minho reached toward me and placed one of his large hands on my upper arm. The skin on his palm was rough and calloused but their mere heat sent tiny little sparkles all over my body. My eyes snapped up, looking straight into Minho’s eyes. His irises were like melted chocolate and I felt like I could just swim in them all day.

My lower lip trembled before I pulled my hand away and stepped forward. “Just gimme the bottle, shuck-face,” I ordered, trying to reach and look behind his back but he just wouldn’t allow me.

I’ve tried from the other side but he quickly turned around, blocking my way. He was obviously hiding that bugging bottle and I was starting to get frustrated from both no succession and his closeness.

After a few turning sideway, I’ve nearly laid my hands on the spray bottle which glinted a faint ray of hope. He must’ve realized the same because he suddenly didn’t care about hiding it anymore, he just used his height-advantage and held the bottle above his head.

My face got redder with annoyance as I jumped up and fell back without even touching the bottle.

“Minho, just give it to me!”

“If you want it, come and take it, pixy.”

“Shuck-face,” I grumbled. An idea popped into my head – I jumped up so I was kneeling on the counter and finally I was on the same level as Minho. I tried to be really fast and so my movements were not planned or safely executed and then it just… I don’t know, happened. My knee must’ve slipped on the tiled surface of the counter because as I reached toward the bottle in Minho’s hands I felt that heart-aching shakiness of tiptoeing over the edge of falling. I let out a high-pitched breath and tried to grab something to hold on. What I took hold of was Minho’s shoulders and since I was so close to him my lips brushed his as my torso bucked forth.

When he saw me loosing my balance he reached to catch me and so one of his hands was holding my waist while the other one was placed on my shoulder. The cold metal of the whipped-cream bottle pinched my skin.

We stood like that for a moment, looking into each others eyes – Minho’s look was concerned but soon he grinned at me widely. At any other time I loved his grin – it didn’t only made him actually look his age but also his eyes looked like curved lines.

Now it only made me nervous.

“I knew you wanted to kiss me!” He blurted out, laughter shaking his voice. My eyes went wide before I tapped him on the shoulder and climbed off the counter on shaky legs.

I just kissed Minho.

Okay, I couldn’t call it a kiss, because it wasn’t one, really, but still it was one of the closest I’ve ever gotten to being kissed.

“Shut up,” I mumbled. The way Minho was laughing so loud made my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“C’mon now, don’t act like it’s such a big deal!” he hugged my shoulders, still laughing. I tried to duck under his arms and slip away but he just held me too strong. “It wasn’t even a kiss. Shame, though, I’m curious what’cha got to show.”

“Yeah, well, me, too,” I shook my head and stepped back to the counter, not caring about the whipped cream anymore. I just wanted to get this stupid cake done so I could go back to my room and sank into my desperation.

There was silence for a few moments – I couldn’t even hear Minho’s breathing which was alarming. Had he left me?

Before I could’ve turned around, Minho’s skeptical voice sliced through the air. “Are ya saying you’ve never kissed before?”

I spun around, irate, and narrowed my eyes. “Why, have you?”

Minho shrugged. “I’m sure I was a charmer before we got here but – no, I don’t remember anything like that. I wasn’t talking about the further past, though.”

“What d’ya mean?”

“I mean you’re the only girl here with forty boys. You have a lot of chance to practice while I don’t.”

“There could be a thousand boys and I still wouldn’t want to kiss them,” I replied before turning back. The way this conversation headed made me highly nervous.

Minho, however, thought this was the perfect subject to talk about.

“Why? You don’t like boys? It’s okay with me – I mean, I like girls, I get that. More than I would get you liking someone like Gally.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but decided to stay silent.

“…you don’t like Gally, do you?”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head but still said nothing.

“Oh my shuck, it’s Gally, isn’t it!”

I tossed the beater to the counter and spun around sharply with an annoyed expression, bright rose-colored blush darkening my cheeks. “No, Minho, I just never got the chance, okay?!”

He stayed put for a moment, his dark eyes searching my face as if looking for a clue I’m lying. I had no bloody idea why he thought what I said was so impossible.

“We should fix that,” he said with so much simplicity it took my breath away. Seriously, I couldn’t breath and just stared at him for what seemed like hours.

What the bloody shuck?!

My mouth fell open and eyes grew wide in shock as I watched Minho stepping closer. My heart stopped beating for a moment only to accelerate. It beat so hard in my chest I was afraid it would eventually break free from my ribcage.

Minho took another step and gently made me look up by pushing my chin up with his fingers. His musky, manly smell filled my nostrils in the most pleasant way, embracing me in the silk sense of security. My lips trembled and a gawky, low-keyed sigh left my mouth. I closed my eyes seconds before I felt Minho’s lips pressing to mine, soft and rough at the same time, his nose gently pushing into my cheek.


There was a whole bloody zoo in my stomach!

The slowly it began the fast it ended and Minho bolted up. I dared not to open my eyes, wallowing in the pink haze of my first real kiss. Somewhere in the middle of our interaction, his hands slid to my shoulders, his thumbs stroking circles. Minho’s touch burned my skin.

His voice was the thing waking me up form my starting daydreams. “Do you like me more than Gally?”

My eyes snapped open and when I finally saw his face I couldn’t help but laugh and tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. It was an awkward and relieved laugh – Minho’s expression was genuine and soft, even the light smug grin on his lips couldn’t hide the fact he enjoyed the kiss as much as I did.

I got brave under his loving gaze and placed my small hands on his hips, urging him closer. “I like kissin’ ya more than anyone,” I whispered before placing another small peck on his inviting lips.

“We should keep practicing, then.”

With that being said, he took the opportunity to lead up, to come up with his title as the Keeper of the Runners, and captured my lips in a mesmerizing, overdriving kiss. His lips pressed to mine softly, and he grasped the back of my hair and pulled my closer. Minho’s lips twisted and turned, beginning gentle at first but eventually becoming hungrier with every move. He hummed in a satisfied manner, his breath tickling me.

As fantastic as it was, I found it kind of sloppy – I’ve always thought it’d be dryer but still my insides melted and I just wanted to go on forever and ever. A sudden urge to cuddle up next to him at night, share a fluffy blanket and just never stop kissing flooded my soul.

Minho’s grab on my shoulders tightened right before he leaned away to breath. I didn’t even realize I’ve stopped breathing until then. He didn’t let go of me, though – no, he only wrapped me in a bear-hug, his face falling to the crook of my neck, hands roaming up and down my back.

I twined my hands around his neck and smiled like an idiot – a happy idiot, I mean.

There wasn’t much things I remembered from my life before – I dreamt about the outside world every now and then but I rarely remembered anything specific. What I knew for sure was, however, that it wasn’t only the happiest moment I’ve ever lived while in the Glade but also it was the most overjoyed point of my whole life.

Fred Weasley Imagine// Your loving boyfriend

I’ve been having major Fred Weasley feels and thought this up while I was bored at school.😊


I sat in the Great Hall taking the stupid O.W.L.s for Professor Umbridge, even though half the stuff we needed to know is junk. I mean who teaches D.A.D.A. without talking about defense spells. It’s crazy frustrating. I watched the huge pendulum swing back and forth behind Umbridge when we all heard a loud thud come from outside the great Hall doors. Umbridge looked at the door a little un easily but thought nothing of it, and went back to monitoring all of us. Umbridge walked down the isle separating the room in half (if you saw the Order of the Phoenix you know what I’m talking about) glancing at us as she walked towards the door. We all turned around in our seats watching her. She got to the door and pushed it open, and stood in the entry way, but saw nothing or no one. You could say we were all confused. It was completely and utterly silent. The next thing we knew, was the familiar red headed twins came flying into the Great Hall on their brooms setting fireworks off as they went.

I smiled and made eye contact with Fred and he winked throwing a firework my way. I laughed and ducked under it. Fred Weasley and I have been dating for the past two months and I can’t say I haven’t been happier. Things have been going great apart from the fact that we’re two school years apart, which makes things kinda difficult. And this year is his and George’s last year at Hogwarts so that put a even larger damper on things. I’m still glad I’m in the year I am though, because I get to be close to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and I couldn’t ask for any better friends. I also get to go to the Burrow every so often to visit with Ron, and I get to see Fred while I’m there.

I didn’t know if this was just some prank or what, so I sat and watched with curiosity as Fred and George lit off firework after firework. I watched their faces light up with mischievous grins as they flew by each other high fiving as they went. The stopped near the pendulum and each set off a firework at the same time throwing them in the air. They went off and a huge red dragon sprouted from them, chasing Umbridge out if the door, and closing its mouth around her before burning out. Fred and George flew after her blasting the doors to Hogwarts open and flew out of the opening. We all stood from our desks cheering and ran out after them. Hermione grabbed my hand and we ran together trying not to lose each other in the crowd. Hermione and I laughed as we all bumped into Umbridge, disorienting her even more than before.

We ran out of the doors to see the twins climb high into the sky on their brooms both setting off one last firework each, creating a huge and colorful W. I was a little upset now knowing that Fred would never be coming back. But now I know he’ll be happier being able to pursue his dream of opening up a joke shop with his brother. Hermione slung her arm over my shoulder knowing that I’m a little upset about this, but hey he’s happy and that’s all that matters. We all stood outside a little while longer before we all retreated back inside. Still laughing at Umbridge as we passed her to get our stuff.

It was about midnight when I snuck out of the dorm room, donning Harry’s invisibility cloak that he let me borrow. It’s been about three weeks since Fred and George left and it’s been pretty dull around here without their usual pranking’s, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I snuck through the hallways until I reached Umbridge’s office. Ever since the incident with Fred and George she’s held a grudge against those closest to them, meaning she failed Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I. So I decided it was time for some sweet revenge. I hooked a bucket of glue above the door so when she walked in it would spill all over her, then I set up a trip wire to set off a fan that would blow feathers all over the glue, making them stick to her. I know it’s the oldest and probably lamest prank in the book, but hey, who wouldn’t want to see Umbridge running down the hall covered in glue and feathers, looking like a chicken with its head cut off?

The  following morning at breakfast was the same as usual. People still talking about yesterdays evens with Fred and George. The post came at its normal time that morning and I was a little surprised when I saw Errol, the Weasley family owl, come flying through the skylight window landing in a platter of eggs in front of me with a letter in his beak. I pulled the letter from his beak and picked him up, setting him upright to take of again when he was ready. I looked at the envelope and saw that is was addressed to me. I tore the letter open and pulled it out if the envelope, not caring that Hermione was reading it over my shoulder:

My dearest (Y/N),

I’m terribly sorry about George and I’s abrupt leave, but we couldn’t stand it there much longer. We lost a out favorite class due to the fact the git Umbridge was hired. I meant what’s the point of D.A.D.A. if there isn’t even any spells being talked about? Anyways, George and I have been planning on opening a joke shop for years. Now that we have escaped Hogwarts we are capable of doing so. We invested in a nice location in Hogsmeade,(I know it’s really located in Diagon Alley, so bear with me)that we plan on calling Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. When you have your first trip to Hogsmeade, you, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione should all pay us a visit. Business is going well even though the shop has only been open a few weeks.

I miss you terribly though (Y/N). I know it was my last year at Hogwarts and all, and afterwards we won’t get to see each other as much, but I’m so much happier getting to pursue my dream with my brother by my side. I know this letter may be short, but I just wanted to let you know what George and I are up to now. I also wanted to tell you that I love you dearly and hope to see you here soon .

Your loving boyfriend,


Hermione was physically swooning as I handed the letter over to a puzzled Ron and Harry. As soon as I handed the letter over, a VERY pissed off Umbridge walked into the Great Hall, covered in glue and feathers……..my plan worked.

“(Y/N) (YL/N). Please follow me.” Umbridge said, way too sweet and calm. Oh Shit.

“That was you?” Ron asked in complete bewilderment.

“I’ll explain later.” I said standing up, surprisingly not afraid at all.

I only got detention for a month and had to clean every inch of Umbridge’s office, but oh well. It was worth it. It was a Saturday and Hermione and I were getting dressed in our dorm room, because the first trip to Hogsmeade has finally came. I was beyond excited. It’s been almost a month since I last saw Fred and I miss him like crazy. Sending owls back and forth just isn’t enough.

“You’re not at all excited are you?” Hermione as we walked down the stairs to the common room.

“Nope, not at all.” I responded.

We joined Harry and Ron at the painting and exited through it, all of us itching to go ahead and get there. We all gave Filch our permission slips and headed out the doors. As we walked I decided to tell them about the prank, and how I thought it was dull around Hogwarts without Fred and George and wanted to honor them. They all happily agreed with me, making me smile.

We entered Hogsmeade and decided to go to Honeydukes first. I’m kinda glad we went there first, because that gave me a chance to gather my wits about me. I don’t know why, but I was extremely nervous. As we all checked out Hermione and I headed out first, waiting for Ron and Harry. I guess Hermione could sense my nervousness, because she said, “You’ll be fine.” I hugged her after that as a silent thanks, as Ron and Harry came out of the candy shop.

“You all ready to go to Fred and George’s shop?” Ron asked us as we walked towards it.

“I’m sure (Y/N) is the most excited.” Harry said teasing me.

“Shut up Harry.” I said a blush creeping up my cheeks.

We entered Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and I don’t know how it was possible, but I immediately locked eyes with my ginger boyfriend standing next to his brother on a set of stairs. He pushed passed George almost falling down the stairs, causing me to giggle at his eagerness. He smoothed himself out when he reached the bottom of the stars and walked towards me. As he walked, I couldn’t help but admire how he looked in his Orangish-Brown suit. Fred reached me and wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck pressing my lips passionately to his.

I was finally re-united with my sweet and charming dweeb; my loving boyfriend Fred Weasley.

If you want me to do a part two of this, like after their reunion, feel free to ask, or request for anything else.

Part 2 -> http://piercethedaniiii14.tumblr.com/post/151770238692/fred-weasley-imagine-your-loving-boyfriend-part

anonymous asked:

OHhhhhgooooood it's so good dear lord bye woman is fucking amazing is my favorite (but I couldn't stop laughing during the "duck"😂 Robin the best person) and esny😱And from the dining table. Ok let's talk about: why the hell people where freaking out over this one?? Ok whe said whe played w himself (bye) and woke up w some girl but from people's reaction it looked lit he just went and recorded a full on sex scene dear god. ohhhh and mmitr that beginning all the musical composition. Acid vibes

I yelled when I realised Woman was the duck song LOL

150626 Tablo’s Dreaming Radio – Weekly Ssam D & Gray

Warning: Insults thrown left and right by Tablo and supported by Simon D. Main target is Gray, as usual. This is also really long, like EXTRA LONG!

  • They sang ‘happy birthday’ for the 1 year anniversary of the Weekly Ssam D corner
  • Mithra almost couldn’t be a regular guest because he was boring at first
  • The corner originally started with Simon D appearing once a month and with no Gray
  • Tablo said at the start of the corner, Gray had no presence and Gray said he still doesn’t (Tablo and Ssam D disagreed and said he was like MSG, a necessity)
  • When asked why out of aaaaaaaaall of AOMG he chose Gray, Ssam D said it was because he saw potential, that Gray was a person he loved and wanted to do shows with him because he knew he’d be busy (and doesn’t get to see him much lately because he’s so busy)
  • Ssam D had predicted he’d feel lonely and would want to see Gray so he chose to have him on Weekly Ssam D so he could at least see him once a week
  • Tablo says Gray is good at speaking on broadcasts now and is now an entertainer (Ssam D called him a “radio star”) because he seems awkward as a musician. Tablo says his “gray” whisper in his produced tracks sounds awkward and even appearing in hip hop music videos he doesn’t seem to fit in (because he’s like an entertainer)
  • Gray’s response was that from next week UD (is that how to spell his name?) would appear as a joke

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findingwhoiamonpurpose  asked:

26 johnson

“Did I just say that out loud?”-Jack Johnson

It was a typical friday night at the Maloley household and that meant movie night. “(y/n), is all the popcorn made”,Nate asked. “Yes Nate”, you said filling the last bowl. “Listen, don’t flirt with my friends. They already know you off limits”,Nate said. He was a bit on the over protective brother side. “I know the drill Nate”,you said rolling your eyes. Just then the doorbell rand indicating the boy have arrived.

You opened the door to see the whole squad. They all made their way through and you shut the door behind them. As you were locking the door, you were quickly pulled to the side away from plain sight. “Jack Johnson don’t scare me like that”,you said smacking his arm. “I’m sorry, I just needed to see you before Nate’s radar goes wild. See you and Johnson have been “together” for about 2 months. You felt terrible for keeping it away from Nate, but you felt something with him. “Did you get more sexier over the past couple days”,he said pushing your hair behind your ear. You giggled and pulled him into a kiss. “Yo, wheres Johnson?”,you heard in the background. “We’ve got to get out there before they flip their shit”,you said quietly. “I don’t wanna go, then I can’t be with you”, he said rubbing your cheek. “I know”,you said sighing. He exited the closet and you waited about 2 minutes to exit the closet.

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We all were now in the living room about to start the movie. “Hey guys I popped some popcorn, would you like some”,you asked from the kitchen. “Yea sure!”,Gilinsky shouted. Gilinsky has always had a crush on you, and you thought it was cute. “Need help”,Gilinsky said rushing into the kitchen. “Yea actually. Will you carry those bowls while I grab some waters”,you said. We made our way into the living room and Nate insisted you sit by him and the end of the couch so no is on the other side of you. 

“Dude where were you? Where you talking to Vanessa”,Sammy said nudging Johnson’s side. “Oh-um yea dude. You know she’s obsessed with me”,Johnson said looking down. You tried to focus on the movie but your eyes kept meeting Johnson’s apologetic ones. You just smiled and pretended not to be hurt. Throughout the movie, Johnson kept texting you.

Johnson- Vanessa and I are just friends, I just told the guys we were talking so they wouldn’t be suspicious.

You- Okay

Johnson- You believe me right baby?

You- read at 9:42

You got up and walked toward the stairs. “Hey, where you going”,Nate asked. “Oh, I’m gonna go shower and get ready for bed. I forgot I’ve already seen this movie,you smiled. “Aight, goodnight sis”,Nate said. “Goodnight (y/n),gilinsky said smiling at you. “Night G”,you said going up the stairs. You walked into your room and ran the bath. You did most of your thoughts and concerts in this bath. You wanted to believe him, You mostly did. Its just he could have any girl, like Vanessa.

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You finally got out of the bath and got ready for bed. You were reading in bed when you got a text from Jack.

Johnson- can I come up and talk?

You- of course

Johnson- lemme convince Nate to stay the night real quick.

You- i’ll be here.

About 15 minutes later, you heard a light knock. You got up and opened the door quietly. “Hi”,he said shutting the door slowly. “Hi”,you said sitting on your bed in your pajamas. “Cute shorts”,Johnson giggled. “Hey, I like my duck shorts”,you said laughing. “So what’s up? What do you wanna talk about”,you said already knowing the answer. “C’mon (y/n), you know”,he said sitting by you. “Look, if you like her go for it. Don’t let me be the one setting you back from looking for love”,you said running your hands through your hair. “You’re not setting me back. You don’t understand how much I like you. I love you”,he said so fast he didn’t catch what he just said. “Jack..you love me”,you said shocked. “Yea, yea I do. I love you”,he said looking into your eyes. “I love you too”,you said. “Thank God, that would’ve been embarassing”, he said tackling you making you fall back on the bed. You both laid their for what felt like forever. “I’m so glad I’ve got you”,he said drifting off to sleep. “Ditto”,you said falling asleep.

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Originally posted by american-horror-evan


Falling Slowly - AU

Jamie and Claire one-shot, adapted from a previous work of mine. My first foray into JC fanfic, maybe not the last.

x X x

The Glasgow karaoke bar is packed. Laughter mingles with loud songs and clinking glasses. One particularly shrill peal of laughter turns my head, and that’s when I see her.

Her curly brown hair crimps over her shoulders, and she leans into a medium-built man, straining to hear his words over the music. They are clearly together together, even though they are sitting with two other girls, one gorgeous and brunette, the other short and spiky-haired.

My eyes are riveted, and only when Rupert pokes me in the ribs do I stop staring. He smirks, and I roll my eyes. “She has a boyfriend, Rupe. Drop it.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he says, but he looks otherwise. Soon, he is distracted by our friend Angus as they pore over the thick white ring binder that holds the bar’s song selections. Then, I am free to return to my shameless staring.

I watch as a server stops by the girls’ table, depositing plates of potato skins with black pudding and a few pints. My eyes follow the brunette and the short one as they get up to sing “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.”

They are obviously having the time of their lives, strutting and making these choreographed dance moves, like they’ve been practicing for months. This time, I notice it’s Rupert and Angus who are entranced, unable to keep their eyes off these girls. I grin, smacking each of them upside the head as I stand to get us more pints.

I tell myself it’s unavoidable - I have to walk past her table to place my order at the bar. I sidle close, gesturing to the bartender for three lagers. And then I hear the girl’s voice. I know it’s hers, posh and English, because it couldn’t belong to anybody else.

“Come on, get up there with me!”

“No, Cee, it’s not really my thing.” The man’s tone is cutting.

“Just one song. Frank, no one cares if you’re good or not. I mean, listen to these blokes!”

I turn my head casually towards the stage. I notice that Rupert and Angus finally grew a pair and were singing “Livin’ on a Prayer.” Actually, they were butchering it, what with Rupert’s high-pitched wails and Angus attempting the robot sound effect. They are head-banging and air-guitaring the shite out of the song. I duck my head away, laughing and embarrassed.

This Frank man shakes his head, distracted by his phone. The girl - Cee - Is still looking through the song book. I still don’t know why I can’t stop looking at her; I wonder at her name, Cee. It has to be a nickname, and I wish I knew what it stood for.

“Hey, here ye go. That’s £12, please.” The bartender nudges my hand with the cold pint glasses. I hand over fifteen, and tell him to keep the change. As I head back to my table where Rupe and Angus are now waiting, I catch Cee’s eye. She smiles shyly, and looks down at the table.

Her whiskey eyes are luminous, even in the dark.

o O o

His eyes are still on me. I meet his azure gaze, and I swear my breath hitches. It should creep me out, but it doesn’t. It’s electrifying.

Frank sits next to me, texting on the damn office phone. Suzette and Mary trip off to the ladies’ room after their performance, laughing hysterically and eliciting catcalls from a bearded dark blond and a man-bun sporting guy, who then proceeded to take the stage and pretty much massacre a Bon Jovi song.

Frank had reluctantly agreed to take my friends and me out for the night. I had promised them a girls’ night, a break from grueling nurse training. But he had insisted we see each other, and things are so strained between us lately that I don’t have the heart to say no. Suzette and Mary hadn’t minded, though they are subtly ignoring him at every turn.

“Come on,” I try to persuade him gently. “Here, you pick the song, anything. It doesn’t have to be a duet -”

“Cee, I told you, I don’t sing!” Frank cuts me off a little too loudly and too rudely. The man with the blue eyes and beautiful fiery hair has not moved far, and turns to us, nostrils flaring and jaw clenched at Frank’s outburst. I’m used to Frank’s bluntness, and not easily offended, so I shake my head slightly at Blue Eyes. He backs off with a nod.

“Fine,” I snap, picking up a potato skin and smothering it in sour cream.

Suzette and Mary bounce back, giggling and waving at the cute blokes. I notice that Blue Eyes is with them, as he sits at their table. I try to ignore the pull of his gaze and focus on my friends.

“So, what did you pick?” Mary asks brightly.

“Nothing. Frank won’t sing.” I try to keep the sullenness from my tone.

Frank’s phone rings, saving him from a reply. He looks at the display screen, inexplicably flushing red. He excuses himself, sprinting for the door. I roll my eyes, sighing after him.

“Well, we can do another one,” Suzette suggests in her French accent.

“Yeah, another awesome girl anthem!” Mary yells. “Maybe some Katy -”

“‘Firework’! Or 'I Kissed a Girl’!”

They go on and on about Katy Perry, spewing song title after song title. I interrupt once to ask them, “Maybe some Adele?” before I decide to give up.

“You know, this is rubbish, maybe we should just go home.” I move to gather my coat and purse, when Mary’s hand on my arm stops me.

“Claire, don’t let Frank get you down. Come on.”

“Things are strange between us right now. I don’t know.” I hesitate.

“You can sing, at any rate,” Suzette says. “You have a good voice, Claire. Let’s do it!” They pull me towards the stage, and we just have to walk past the handsome men’s table. I try to ignore the burn of Blue Eyes’ gaze on my back. While the girls talk to the DJ about cutting in front of the other song requests, I glance behind me towards the door. Frank still hasn’t returned.

Suddenly, I’m tired of being ignored all night, when I’m supposed to be having fun with my friends. I grab the thick song book from Mary’s hands.

“Yeah, I think I’ll sing something. Here.” I shut my eyes, and let my index finger travel down the page. I stop at random, and look at the song I’ve picked.

“Shit, it’s a duet. Suzette, can you - ”

“I’ll sing wi’ ye!”

The three of us turn, face to face with Blue Eyes.

x X x

I could smack myself. Blurting that out of nowhere?  What the hell am I thinking, singing with another man’s girl? Even if I look like I could beat his arse.

“Excuse me?” The Cee girl asks politely, blinking at me in surprise.

“Sorry,” I stammer, “I just happened to overhear… not that I was listening in… but if ye really want to sing, I can - ”

“Yes, you can!” Her friends yank her arm, taking the book from her hands and practically shove her into my arms. The perky short one prances up to the DJ and whispers in his ear. Meanwhile, I glance around to make sure her boyfriend has really disappeared from the bar.

“Pushy bitches,” she mutters, and I notice that she is still clinging to me. I inhale deeply, the smell of verdant earth enveloping me. It’s heady and intoxicating and I don’t want to let her go. I glance down at her, and she blushes rosy red. Beautiful.

“I’m Jamie, by the way.” I release her gently, and we climb awkwardly onto the stage.

“I’m Claire. Claire Beauchamp.” She offers another shy smile, and I smile back - Cee didn’t seem to suit her.

The opening chords begin, a strumming guitar tune I vaguely recognize. I take the microphone off the stand, my hands sweaty with nerves. This seems like the best moment to remember that I can’t carry a tune in a basket. What the hell have I done…

She adjusts the mike stand to her height, much shorter than me. The male part lyrics flash across the screen, and I’m barely ready.

I don’t know you, but I want you
All the more for that…

My voice shakes, pitch all over the place; I’m hit with bright lights and I can’t make out anything beyond the edge of the platform we stand on. I look at Claire, her hands trembling as she grasps the mike and joins my voice for the next part of the song.

Words fall through me, and always fool me
And I can’t react…

She’s great. Nervous, like me, but she is surprising, a perfect soprano tone. Her voice overlaps mine and makes the song tolerable despite my horrible singing skills.

I catch some whooping from the general direction of my table, where her friends have perched themselves comfortably with Rupert and Angus. We glance at each other and smile as I continue solo.

And games that never amount
To more than they’re meant
Will always play out…

Claire is gesturing towards her friends at this point, some sort of shushing motion before she gives them a covert finger. I grin and touch her arm briefly, indicating the duet continues. I swear I feel a shock coursing through my hand at the contact.

Take this sinking boat, and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice
You have a choice
You make it now…

We are aware of the people whistling and clapping as our voices join and meld into one another, rising and falling, hers in harmony - mine in deplorable intent.

Falling slowly
Eyes that know me
And I can’t go back…

o O o

As the song ends, there’s cheering and hollering - despite the fact Jamie is completely tone-deaf. I catch Suzette and Mary waving their lit mobiles around like at a concert. Idiots.

People clap and whistle as we descend from the stage. My heart pounds and I blush furiously, and lean in to whisper a quick, “Cheers for doing this,” to Jamie. His scent permeates the air, citrus and spice and him. I am stunned for a second, and he flashes a smile in my direction with a soft, shy, “Och, anytime.”

There are introductions all around. I learn that Beard and Man-Bun are Angus and Rupert, newly infatuated with Suzette and Mary respectively. I insist that we go back to our table, much to everyone’s disappointment. I stumble as I sit on the banquette, drunk on something other than alcohol. The high from the performance is wearing off. Frank is nowhere to be found, as my friends gush endlessly. I cannot stop grinning stupidly until Mary’s comment grounds me again.

“You looked so good together!”

I am instantly sobered, and with a murmured, “Yeah, so did Frank and I,” I look around for the exit and make my way to it, rushing past Jamie’s table. I can feel his eyes on me still, his Scottish burr honey in my head.

The chill November air hits me hard, after the warm smokiness of the bar’s interior. I spy Frank leaning against the wall, still on his mobile.

“Hey, you missed - ” But Frank’s not listening; he hasn’t even noticed me beside him.

I catch the end of his whispered conversation.

Love you too. Bye.”

I freeze, my heart pounding with surprise, anger, hurt… I’m not even sure.

“Love who, Frank?” I say quietly. He jumps, startled, but the guilt on his face is answer enough.

“Hey Cee, I - ”

“Was that your research assistant? The dean’s secretary?” I cut him off, but I refuse to raise my voice. I hold his gaze, and he sighs. Frank pushes himself off the wall, and faces me.

“Cee, things haven’t been working out lately between us, and I think you feel it too…”

o O o

I slump against the pub’s brick façade, hands behind my back. A lone tear had escaped during Frank’s rendition of, “It’s not you, it’s me,” culminating in his admission of a dalliance with a girl called Laoghaire. It drives the point home - it definitely wasn’t me.

I am surprised at how well I take it, probably indicating that the relationship was nearing its natural end. I manage to forgive him a little, and we hug. Frank even gives me his car keys, telling me he will come by tomorrow for it, and to pick up his things from my apartment. With a goodbye peck on the cheek, I was left to ponder the whys and hows of our relationship, and I can’t even find it in me to stay angry at Frank. I hated the nickname Cee anyway.

I hear the pub door open and a failed performance of “My Heart Will Go On” streams out. Jesus H. Christ.

“Hey, um…”

My head shoots up. It’s Jamie.

“What’s wrong?”

I wipe my hand under my eyes for any telltale traces of tears. “Nothing. I’m alright.”

“So, did ye find Frank?”

“How do you know about him?” I ask, confused.

“Yer friends told me. I saw ye run out o’ the pub… I was worried about ye.”

“Yes,” I say. “I found him. He already left.” I gesture weakly down the street packed with weekend revelers and cars.

“Did he hurt ye?” Jamie’s voice is concerned, low and bordering on anger on my behalf.

“No, it’s not like that. We just - he broke up with me.” I don’t know where to look so I examine my shoes intently. He is practically a stranger, but singing with him had been so intimate, I can’t help but share this bit of me.

A Dhia, I’m sorry.” I recognize the Gaidhlig as he puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. I feel it again, that electric tingle, like I felt when we sang together. So it hadn’t been my imagination.

“Thank you. It was time, I suppose. It’s over.” I straighten up, combing my fingers through my hair as the curls whip around my face.

“D'you want me to get yer friends?” Jamie offers with a lopsided grin.

“No, I’m going back in. Have a few drinks, maybe. Care to join us?” The words spill out before I can think.

“Aye, sure,” he says, visibly pleased. “Mind if Rupert and Angus join us? They’re quite… taken… with Suzette and Mary. They have a thing fer 80s tributes, as ye already saw.” He laughs, deep and rich.

“Yes,” I smile. “I think they’ll enjoy that.”

Jamie leans in suddenly, and whispers in my ear, soft, close, and perfect.

“You have suffered enough, and warred with yourself… it’s time that you won.”

Hands brushing, we walk inside together.

x X x

We dance to that song at our wedding.

listen i was talking to my parents about how i spend time with abigail ( the duck on my campus whose currently nesting ) in the morning and my sister asked if i had any human friends to hang out with and my parents laughed and i thought listen that duck is fucking nicer than most ppl okay leave me alone

Truth or Dare: A Joshifer One-Shot

HEY HEY HAPPY APRIL! new one-shot inspired by a prompt in my ask, hope y’all enjoy ;) please leave comments or prompts in my ask and please like/reblog if you enjoy it! 

- Josh’s POV - 

We sat around the small, rounded kitchen table in Jennifer’s beachside house that she had rented for the filming of Catching Fire on the beautiful island of Oahu, where we were filming. I glanced around the table, past all the empty alcohol bottles and through my blurry vision, I could see Sam laughing to Jena beside him and Liam was beside me, making some splittingly snide yet hilarious remark about how drunk we all were in his dominant Australian accent. On the other side of me was Jennifer. Her dark hair cascaded in tight waves down her creamy, porcelain colored bare back where a lose tank top draped over her protruding shoulder bones and hugged her in all the right spots. She sat cross-legged in the oversized chair next to me, holding a beer in her hand and sipping on it casually. By this point, Jennifer was already drunk just like the rest of us. We played a few drinking games because it was our night off, but we all decided to stay in and relax with each other because we didn’t even care to bother with the paps.

“Hey, I have an idea! Let’s play a game.” Jena suggested as she turned away from Sam. 

“I don’t think any of us need any more alcohol, mate.” Liam replied.

“We don’t have to play a drinking game,” Jena continued, a smirk appearing on her face. “Let’s play truth or dare!”

“Yes!” Jen clapped, “Just like when we were teenagers!” She chimed in, seemingly not taking a second to even entertain the thought before she affirmed it.

“No, c’mon guys!” I said, “Let’s play something else.”

“Why Josh? Are you scared? Can’t handle the truth or take a dare?” Jen teased, dropping her hand to my knee and leaving it there for just a second too long as she teased me with not only her words but her eyes locked on mine.

“Get a room you two, crikey.” Liam rolled his eyes at us. 

Liam was the only one to call Jen and me out on our shit. The constant flirting, the touchy-feely hands, the merciless teasing – none of it passed by Liam and he was never afraid to voice that.

“Fine, fine,” I conceded, chuckling nervously and avoiding Liam’s comment entirely, “We’ll play.”

“Okay, truth or dare?” Jena turned to Sam as she addressed the question to him.

“Truth, I suppose.” He answered.

“Boo! Boring.” Jen jeered in Sam’s direction.

“Okay, tell me, are you and Laura going to get pregnant any time soon?” Jena grinned at Sam and he ducked his head, smiling along with her.

“Actually,” Sam began, “We’ve been trying. Laura missed her cycle that was supposed to start a few days back, so here’s to hoping.” He raised his drink and we all followed suit, raising our glasses to meet his.

“That’s so great, Sam! I call being the god mother!” Jena squealed.

“Hell no, that’s all me.” Jen remarked casually, causing us all of us break out into laughter just at the mere thought of Jen handling a living, breathing child.

“Your turn, Sammy boy.” I directed him.

“Okay sir, then I choose you. Truth or dare?” He asked.

“Dare, I’m not a wimp like some of us.” I smiled to Sam in a jokingly accusatory way and he continued.

“Alright then. I dare you to kiss someone at this table whose name starts with a J.”

Immediately, my heart rate sped up and my breathing quickened. That bastard. He knew full well that you could cut the sexual tension between the newly single Jen and I with a knife and he knew that Jena was far from single. I had one choice, but it would’ve been my choice regardless. Jen would always be my only choice, circumstance aside.

“I’m going to have to use one of my three ‘chickens’ on this one.” I laughed nervously.

“What, Josh?” Jen shoved my shoulder. “What’s that I hear? Is that little Joshy being scared?” She talked in a baby voice that fired me up. I was not going to let her win this one.

“I’m not scared.” I remarked matter-of-factly. It was all I could think of to say, no other words came to me as I sat staring straight into her taunting eyes.

“Prove it.” She replied smugly.

So I proved it. I cupped her hands in my face and pulled her with just enough force to meet my lips with hers. The warmth and softness of her lips sent a current coursing through my body, one I was unable to control no matter how hard I tried. Jennifer wrapped her arms around my neck, probably instinctively, and lost herself in the kiss. My tongue met hers as they swirled around, chasing each other, travelling in a mix of lust and desire, tasting the alcohol on each other’s breath. I took her bottom lip in my teeth and tugged gently, eliciting an excited moan out of her mouth and, at that moment, it was evident that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

The only thing to snap us out of our drunken and hungrily sexual stupor was Sam clearing his throat, evidently becoming uncomfortable along with the rest of our costars.

I pulled away reluctantly from Jen, not wanting this moment to ever end. It was the moment I had been waiting for her since I met her in that white dress. Or pink, she insisted. Whichever. My heart was beating through my throat and the look of shock mixed with longing registered in her eyes, which were still locked on mine. After a few seconds, my breathing slowed back to a decently normal pace and we detached our gazes from one another.

What the hell just happened? Jen and I had essentially just drunkenly made out into oblivion in front of our costars. But, we finally broke the barrier, I thought. The sexual tension, the flirting, the wandering hands, had all led up to this.

“Okay Jen, your turn.” Jena said reluctantly, not meeting Jennifer’s gaze.

Jen cleared her throat and I snuck a glance at her through the corner of my vision. She was blushing – hard.

“Liam,” she said, “How about you go?”

“Alrighty.” Liam smirked at Jen, smugly affirming his approval of the whole situation. “Then Jennifer, truth or dare?” He asked.

“Truth.” Jennifer answered.

“When will you and Josh just get it on already?” Liam asked, breaking out into a smile and letting out a contented laugh as I ducked my head so I could hide the fact that I was, in fact, the one blushing now.