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The Sexual Awakening Of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 29

So sorry about the angsty fighting from last chapter!  Relationship growing pains, you know what it’s like.  Or, you do now, if you’ve been following along! Anyway, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I thought you guys might deserve a reprieve, so we got Draco together with his Slytherin friends for some lighthearted drinking and inappropriate conversation.  (psst!  spoiler alert! …Draco’s a lil bit of a hypocrite!  lol.  You’ll see what I mean.)

So we hope you enjoy this break from the angst, and also Blaise, who makes his first appearance. (But, really, who doesn’t enjoy Blaise?!)

If you’d like to catch up or maybe read the whole thing over, you can find our masterlist: Here

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Trading Secrets, And Other Revelations

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i’m just drawing things out of boredom at this point?? still love these boys tho

anonymous asked:

Hey Gorgeous! I was just wondering if you'd ever done anything like drawing your bias wearing your clothes challenge? Those are so cute, and I know yours would be too if you felt like doing that? I'm sorry I'm so awkward, I just liked the idea, and thought you might too!! Love you!

tadaaaa, I never made that so yeaaaaah, tbh Sugamon wearing my clothes is the best thing ever I’m crying

“They’re still here!”

“So’s Magnussen. He should be at dinner, but he’s still in the building.”

anonymous asked:

so for the fake au (which I am deeply in love with oh my g o d) is anyone else involved besides their girlfriends? like Robin or Mark? (not to be rude or anything I'm just curious I'm sorry)

lol actually my friend and I had a headcannon that every of their youtuber friends knows about the whole fake dating friend except Mark who has no idea what’s going on (he could be also low key jealous too idk)

Knowing that there are older fangirls still shipping out there makes me so happy. This is for you, @spockslash, our favorite Star Trek Grandma. I look forward to your stories about the earlier times of the fandom. <3

I have no idea what you actually look like I’m sorry this is just how I’m imagining you.

Also, bonus, since I don’t know which one you prefer:

Going to see a Led Zeppelin tribute band (Letz Zep) would be the perfect way to celebrate the end of their latest hunt, so Dean thought. Sure, it wasn’t the original band, but it was as close as he’d ever get. It was amazing they were performing so close to the bunker anyway, only an eight hour drive! How could they possibly miss out on such an opportunity?  

Castiel was the first to accept Dean’s offer to go. He felt tingly at the very idea of hearing this music Dean had introduced him to live. Neither Sam nor Jack wanted to go though. Sam for the fact he disliked the crowds at these things. Jack refusing as he was 14-hours deep into a 24 marathon and didn’t want to leave.

It took until the moment before the first encore for Dean to realize he’d spent the whole evening watching Castiel’s reactions to the music instead of watching the band itself – he hadn’t even noticed them leave the stage. He heard their genuinely excellent takes on some of his favorite songs though and was delighted with the skill they played Stairway to Heaven, Whole Lotta Love, Rock and Roll, and so many others, but he hadn’t actually been watching them very much. 

“You really like it then?” Dean asked Castiel, not sure why he felt so nervous all of a sudden. “The music? I know it isn’t the real band but–” 

“That was truly fantastic,” Castiel reassured him with a gentle smile. He looked around them with a slight frown. “The band has finished, why is no one leaving?” He had to lean in close to Dean’s ear to be heard over the crowd still roaring around them. 

“Still an encore to go, dude!” 

“The what?” 


The band came back out onto the stage and picked up their instruments once more. The crowd was going wild. A few people turned on their phone flashlights and started to wave them through the air. 

“Screw that!” Dean shouted pulling a Bic out of his back pocket. Some things were just worth doing right

As the opening notes to Ramble On started playing, Dean waved the lighter through the air. A few more people around them pulled out lighters of their own. 

It was Castiel’s turn to observe the look of glee on Dean’s face. The way his bright, happy eyes reflected the dancing flames. Dean was laughing as he shut his eyes and stood softly swaying, indulging in the moment, letting the music wash over him. 

“Thanks to all of you for coming out to hear us play!” the lead singer rasped into his microphone. “You’ve been a great audience!” 

The band started on Thank You. 

“Here, you gotta give this a try!” Dean was suddenly pressing the plastic lighter into Castiel’s hand. 

Castiel frowned but rolled his thumb over the striker. 

No luck

He tried again, and again, and again, and still could not get the thing to light. 

Dean laughed again, spotting Castiel’s frustration. He cupped Castiel’s hand with his own and flicked the lighter at a faster pace than Castiel had been doing. 

If the sun refused to shine,” flowed the music just as the lighter finally lit. “I would still be loving you.” 

“Thanks,” Castiel shouted. His arm shot up in the air to join in the swaying. He didn’t quite understand the ritual happening, but felt warmed by it nonetheless. 

Mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me,” the band finished. More applause and whoops came from the sea of humans around them. 

“Oh man, man that was so worth it.” Dean’s grin was infectious and Castiel couldn’t help but share in it. It had been mesmerising. Castiel had felt a connection to everyone there just in their joint enjoyment of the music. He’d felt a part of something bigger than himself. 

“Thank you, Dean, for inviting me. For introducing me to the music in the first place.” 

“Hell yeah! Thanks for not being a stick in the mud like Sammy. He had beer splashed over him at one gig and he’s hated them ever since. Well, plus that last one didn’t turn out so well for us I guess.” 

They got into the car and Dean started the engine. Many people wouldn’t think about making the eight hour drive back home immediately after, but Dean Winchester wasn’t most people. 

“What was the lighter thing at the end about?” 

“Tradition,” Dean grinned. He couldn’t seem to stop beaming. “Easier with a Zippo than those shitty Bics, burned my finger at one point, but still worth it.” 

He pulled out of the parking lot, left hand on the wheel, right arm slumped at his side.  

“Which finger?” Castiel frowned, pulling Dean’s free hand towards him for inspection. When he saw the sore spot on Dean’s thumb, without thinking he lifted it to his lips and kissed the small burn better. 

“Oh,” Dean gulped. “Um, thanks. It would have been OK.” He was very firmly looking ahead of him now, tips of his ears going red. 

“It’s no problem,” Castiel shrugged. “What happened to your Zippo?” he asked out of idle curiosity. Dean was usually never without it. 

Dean’d jaw tightened. “I had to, er, throw it away a while back. Sometimes when you gotta set something on fire, you want to make sure you get it right first time. No multiple fires, no partial burn.” His voice was getting distant now, frown lines appearing between his eyes. Whatever Dean was remembering, it was nothing pleasant, that much Castiel could guess. 

“Shall we listen to our mixtape?” Castiel asked, hoping to distract Dean from whatever misery he was slowly losing himself to. 

“That uh, that would be good.” Dean shot Castiel a quick smile. “That would be real good.” 

pssst this is the fault of/written for @helianthus21 thank you for conversing with me earlier on the topics of burns and gigs and ohh yesss. 

wip for now but hey here’s smth i hope i can finish lol

anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm sorry I'm too shy to be off anon, but I need some help. I'm being forced to come out in four days to my parents and I'm not prepared. I'm scared, I'm nervous, I have no idea if it's safe for me to come out, and I'm not ready. I'm just wondering if you could give me some advice or some ways to prepare. If you can't do either of those, some support would be lovely. I love your blog and thank you for your time. ((BTW I'm a Transgender male))

Idk who’s forcing you to come out, but that’s not okay. You should be able to come out whenever you feel ready. If there’s no way out of your situation, then I would recommend that you take measures to ensure your safety. See if there’s anyone that you can stay with if you absolutely have to.

But keep in mind that nothing has gone wrong until it has gone wrong– which is kind of my inferior phrasing of the idiom: “hope for the best and prepare for the worst.”

Good luck, dude. I wish you the best ❤

RWBY Musical Theatre AU

This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while and while I don’t feel like writing a fic about it I’m just going to dump out my ideas:

-Ruby is in charge of building sets and/or props. Yang keeps trying to get her to audition for the cast but she’s shy and also happier backstage where she gets to build things. She’s also on crew. She prides herself on being the only one she knows who can rap “Guns and Ships”.

-Blake is definitely the stage manager who is done with everyone’s shit. The only cast members she likes are Yang and Pyrrha. Yang brings her coffee every day and Pyrrha’s too nice to hate but other than that she’s a massive pile of salt. (This is true of most SMs. The last show I called half our conversations between cues were just *deep sigh* “Actors”)

-Weiss is the prima donna who nobody really likes because she’s a snob, but they tolerate her because she’s a fantastic leading lady. Super high strung and stressed out and everybody wishes she would just chill it’s just a high school production please Weiss calm down.

-Pyrrha is a supporting character/Weiss’ understudy? in the cast, and she’s totally the cast Mom. Like the one who brings in Timbits on weekend rehearsals and enough tea to fill an ocean during show week so that no-one gets sick

-Yang is an ensemble member who sometimes gets bigger parts, usually comic relief stuff. She’s always super up-beat, and that one person who goes around talking about how she feels like the whole cast is one big family and it’s super cheesy but people love her anyway. She’s also a fantastic dancer.

-I feel like Ren is the choreographer just because of that one chibi episode. He’s a bit of a slave driver but everyone knows he’s damn good at his job (they’re all so screwed when he graduates)

-Nora…honestly I’m not sure what Nora would do. Makeup? Costumes? She mostly got involved ‘cause Ren was involved and those two are inseparable in any AU

- Jaune walked into auditions by accident and somehow landed the lead he doesn’t know what he’s doing and Pyrrha might be brainstorming ways to take out Weiss so she can stage-kiss Jaune and he’s so confused send this poor boy help.

Anyways listen I will talk about rwby theatre kids until I die so if you wanna know more (or even if you don’t idc) hit me up

lady--of--greenwood  asked:

So I'm back again, because I just love your art and it gives me way too many ideas XD Sorry if I'm a little annoying but I was wondering what do you think Glorfindel and Ecthelion would look like as kids? Maybe splashing around in a fountain with golden flowers floating around? Is that too specific?!

I think they would look astonishingly cute tbh

skrimiche  asked:

Okay so I saw you wanted prompt ideas, so... Mute!Lance (whether it's because of an accident on a mission or just always having been like that, you decide). Thanks and have a great day!

Gotta love the mute Lance

“Do you humans ever shut up?!” The Galra soldier rubbed his temple in annoyance as Lance raised his voice even louder, filling the cell with random facts and spanish cusses. 

“Hey! Blue! Shut up or we’ll make you shut up!” The other Galran soldier smirk at his buddy and Lance rolled his eyes before continuing his rant on pineapple on pizza and which waves are the best to surf on. 

Lance knew what he was doing, he was keeping all the attention on him, resulting in the attention being drawn away from his yellow and green teammates. He didn’t think twice about what he was doing, he knew he wasn’t the most valued team member, he was just a boy from Cuba after all. He glanced over at Hunk, who was nursing his swollen leg. If he knew what Lance was up too he made no indication on the matter. 

Good, I don’t think he’s caught on yet, he took a brief moment to swallow the access spit in his mouth and continued to talk. He knew if Hunk was aware of his plan to take the blame for everything he would not approve. 

He closed his eyes and opened his eyes, taking a brief look at the younger girl who laid in the corner of the cell unconsciously. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly and sighed in relief, she’s still alive.  

“So I just don’t understand why people feel the need to bring a knife to a gunfight. It just doesn’t make an-” 

“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP?! For the love of Zarkon.” The guard groaned again and Lance shut his mouth as the cell door opened with a squeak. 

“I can make him shut up,” the other Galran pushed the cell door opened more and entered the cell, heading straight towards Lance. 

“Lynxes? What are you planning on doing?” The Galran kept walking, stopping and kneeling in front of Lance, his hand reaching for his chin. 

Lance stared at the Galra, now known as Lynxes and fought back to control his breathing. Shit, shit, shit. 

Lynxes smiled and forced Lance’s head upwards, his eyes staring into the murky ceiling. “What are you going to do?” Lance managed to grunt out through his clenched teeth. 

“Yeah I’m curious as well,” the Galra crossed his arms and stared at the scene in front of him. 

“Don’t worry Kirnon, I’m just going to give us some peace and quiet.”  Lynxes  smiled again and brought his claw up to the Blue Paladin’s throat, “let’s hope I don’t accidently kill you.” 

Hunk started to scream before Lance knew what was going to happen, but not even three ticks later pain consumed Lance’s neck and his realsed a silent scream. 


Lance stumbled out of a healing pod roughly three weeks later, his vision coming back in bright white colors before settling in the familiar color scheme. He was immediately wrap in someone’s arms and he pulled them closer to him, enjoying their presence. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry,” the voice cracked slightly and the arms holding him began to shake. 

Lance immediately identified the voice and pulled the boy closer to him, opening his mouth to speak but finding that nothing came out. He couldn’t produce anything. He pulled himself away from the Red Paladin, his hand coming up to his throat, his slim fingers running over the new rough area on his neck, towards the middle. 

Now Lance wasn’t a master on human anatomy, he couldn’t name all the bones or tell you the different types of muscles but he knew the general idea of where everything was located, and he knew where the vocal cords were. Tears began to burn in his eyes as he began to gently rub the spot on his throat, he meet Keith’s eyes with fear and shook. 

I can’t talk, I can’t talk. How will everyone remember what I sound like? He thought about his mother and everyone in his family, the ones that would never hear him again. 

Keith wiped his face before wiping Lance’s eyes, “I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve this.”

Lance nodded simply because it seemed like the proper thing to do, he glanced at the door and saw everyone staring at them, tears welding in their eyes. He swallowed once, not even surprised at the lack of pain he felt. How am I supposed to be a paladin now? 

I’m back baby <3

My poor baby, why do I hurt him? :( 

I hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long! 

Thank you!! 

mahixk  asked:

Hey sav I was wondering do you ever worry about getting too big to fail. Like your fans stop thinking critically of your work and instead just love it because they love you. Like if you made a purposely bad poem and still got nothing but positive comments. I'm sorry but it's something i think about alot. Also I'm struggling with the paradox of wanting to be known and being SUPER antisocial, any ideas?

Oh, all the time. It’s something Bert and I talk about a lot. Encouragement is helpful and appreciated, obviously, but I’m so terrified of growing stagnant. Just making the same mediocre shit over and over again. That’s part of the reason I’m really excited about the novel! My editor will tell me what works and what doesn’t, and then the “book people” will have at it, and it won’t just exist in the YouTube world where everyone is quite nice but ultimately not conducive to growth. 

That being said, I still struggle with accepting criticism. So I should shut my trap.

Regarding your second question: Same. No ideas.

Reiji Sakamaki x Reader: Monster

It’s nsfw (+18), bdsm, rape, triggering… just a stuff you don’t really want to get through. It’s not romantic nor funny. If you’re sensitive, don’t read this. And don’t ever try to do it.
Possible OOCness.

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GUYS I JUST HAD THE COOLEST IDEA (okay maybe not but I like it)

I saw Fantastic Beasts last week with @barduil and it has traumatized and amazed me in the most wonderful ways so of course I have lots of crossovers in mind but my fave is this one :

We all know Bard understands birds right (which was shamefully forgotten in the films but whatever) ?? So how about finding a baby Thunderbird in the woods and deciding to raise him (only to find out later that the smol birb was destined to become a 5 meters-high flying version of Thor but who cares it’s still Bard’s baby) I mean that would be cool

Also instead of an elk Thranduil is riding a huge Thestral (because he faced death the day he got burned by some rude dragons you know) but it’s often awkward to ordinary people because they just see him floating around (I’m sorry it makes me laugh too much I had to share)

CheesePie OTP Song though...

All my life has been a series of doors in



And then suddenly I bump into you

I know, cause like, I’ve been searching my whole life to find my own place

And maybe it’s the party talking, or the chocolate fondue

But with you

But with you

I found my place. I see your face. And it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before

Love is an open door

anonymous asked:

omg! i saw the fanart you reblogged, i'm so excited you ship them now too! they're just so perfect!

bwahahaha i love this ask so much because i genuinely cannot tell what ship this is referring to omfg. ok i am officially inviting audience participation. time for a quick game, fam: