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Hella Date Ideas for Hella People

- video games
- laser tag (annihilate ur date)
- go shopping or find a novelty store and buy really weird/cute trinkets and shit
- stay in and watch disney movies cause who wants to do stuff?
- fort
- make food eat it and make more to eat later
- draw each other very badly (or try ur best if u want it’s ur decision)
- PUNK EDITS
- (film ur punk edits)
- be as childish as possible in a toy store
- place flowers on really old headstones bc everybody deserves a flower now and then
- go to an art museum
- read a book to each other or go to Barnes and Noble
- tie dye everything
- play monopoly and possibly hate them afterwards
- take a shower together i mean
- mini golf
- watch horror movies and then watch romantic movies and then sit in darkness and make out
- give each other hickeys
- do each others hair and makeup really badly and take pictures
- (make sure to cover up hickeys)

RP Idea/Concept?

I don’t even know what to call this, but this is something I’ve been considering doing for a while. Though, with Balmung’s recent closure, the timing might be off -squint-

Basically, I have a concept for a Keeper clan, and am opening it for people who might have an alt or whatever that you feel might work in! Just a chance to have some pre-established relationships/contacts, and hopefully, obviously, some RP.

Under a cut, since I got wordy. But if you’re interested, feel free to message me on here, or on Discord: Hithren#9876

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at dawn

presenting the gryffindor quidditch captains through the years to celebrate the new @hpquidditchnet !

It starts at dawn.

Minerva McGonagall stands broom in hand, eyes on the lilac stained sky. She feels the urge stirring in her bones, the urge to take off, to feel the cold breeze under her ribs, to fly. The smell of broom polish is intoxicating, the soft rustling as robes flutter in the wind a symphony to her ears, her heart soaring underneath the red and gold crest.

She is home.


It starts at dawn.

James Potter watches the tired faces of his team as they complete drill after drill. His eyes track their movements, scribbling notes in his head over the lists of names that burned through the evening paper the night before. He etches drills and plays over the images that haunt his dreams, filling every space in his skull with scrawling diagrams until it is just a sea of ink. Marlene sails the quaffle through the hoops, fist in the air and cheer in her throat.

This, he thinks, this is what we’re fighting for.


It starts at dawn.

Too damn early, in Charlie Weasley’s opinion. It had seemed like a good idea when the new keeper, Wood, had suggested it, but now he’s freezing his arse off at five in the morning instead of buried under duvets he’s reconsidering. The sun’s lighting up the pitch, igniting the fire that burns in his stomach.  It’s this feeling in his chest, the one he gets when he flies high above the stands, that makes him feel like he could breath fire.


It starts at dawn.

And Oliver Wood is ready. Because the feel of a broom under him and goggles holding his hair back on his forehead does something to him. Like every part of him finally settles, slotting together to make a machine of blood and bone and sinew. He is ready, captains armband tight around his arm, ready to carve his team into history where they belong. There is lighting in his bones and thunder in his heart.

A storm is coming.


It starts at dawn.

Angelina Johnson can already feel the weight balanced between her shoulder blades, already hear the fears whispering in her ear. But there is fire in her veins and she won’t go down without a fight. She watches her team, her family, fly. Katie and Alicia, laughing as they duck and weave through the air; Fred and George trying to aim bludgers through the hoops; Ron, looping the pitch slowly as he adjusts his gloves; and Harry, Harry with his eyes that have seen too much, making pulling out of a dive look like a lost art.

There is hope yet she thinks.


It starts at dawn.

Well, it should be starting at dawn but Harry Potter has never been known for his timekeeping abilities. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he never does, he probably never will, but standing there, boots crunching under leaves that have swept onto the pitch, he feels a tranquillity he hasn’t felt in a while. The team is different from the one he entered six years ago but it’s still the same warmth in his chest as he kicks off from the ground.

The pounding in his chest reminds him he’s alive.


It starts at dawn.

Ginny Weasley bites her lip as she leans against the base of one of the hoops. The pitch is one of the few places she can come without hearing the screams of battle, without smelling the smoke of war. Her hand is still shaking though as she glances to the stands where she used to sit and watch games, watch her brothers, watch Fred. A new morning breaks as the sun rises and she walks to the huddle of scarlet clad players.

And so the game plays on.

imagine #13

character - Minho

words - 701

warnings - n/a

description - Minho likes you but you play hard-to-get.

a/n - requested by @kawaii-kpop-life ; idk if this is what you had in mind, but i hope you like it!

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poppy: what’s the expression? fool me once, shame on me. fool me twice… fiddle-dee-dee
poppy: fool me once, and I’ll be fooled for a day. teach me to fool people, and I’ll be fooled for the rest of my life
poppy: fool me once, fool me twice, fool me chicken soup with rice
galio: i do believe that’s the expression

IMPORTANT: Please Read

I’m writing a KK fic! It’s been in me for a long time, and, well, I’m tired of waiting!I have a set couple in mind, but I want to know what you think! After all, I am writing this for everyone to enjoy! Comment below and reblog with your vote so everyone can see it! Also, again, if you’d like to be tagged, just use the tag #addsav and I’ll get you down!

Here are the possible couples:

- Willa and Philby
- Charlene and Maybeck

Don’t worry! The other keepers will be making some side character appearances, so if your vote doesn’t win, that doesn’t mean they won’t be in the novella! (And I’ve got something special planned later for Finn and Amanda, so don’t fret, darlings).

Don’t forget: reblog with your couple choice, and use the tag #addsav if you want to be tagged in it!

Thanks everyone!

Yours, WILLALOGY

Sunkissed.

Authors Note: Eventually, these blurbs will get longer, but I can’t seem to keep them going without making it seem boring. Sorry!! Enjoy, lovelies. Xx 

Shawn Master List found HERE  (Gif Not Mine).


It had been four hours since he last said he’d be up in the room in ten minutes. You know he needs time to relax, to breathe in the freshness of the air, to write and sing melodies along the oceanside without being interrupted. He does his best work when he is calm and collected, with only his thoughts circling his mind. He likes peaceful places, usually, he would go to a secluded area, such as the serene cabin he found in up-State New York, but since he is on Tour, he settles with whatever landscape he manages to enjoy most. Today, it is the beach, yesterday it was the pool when only a few people swam quietly.

You make your way from the hotel room to the beach that has now settled down and is occupied by a few couples meandering along the water’s edge. 

You see Shawn resting on the edge of the lounge chair, sporting nothing but a pair of black shorts and his guitar that never seems to leave his arms for more than twenty minutes. He tilts his head to the side, a cocky grin become present on his lips as his eyes observe you shuffling closer to him. 

“Hey, handsome. You single?” You playfully joke, resting down beside him.

He cutely chuckles before pressing a kiss on your cheek, “Hi, baby. I know I said I’d be up hours ago, but I got distracted.” He glances down at his guitar—the guitar that he primarily carries with him everywhere he goes— He’s adhered to the instrument, and to be quite honest, you absolutely love it. Hearing him play his guitar and hum along is one of the things you absolutely love, there’s no sweeter sound than his voice and his guitar. 

“It’s okay,” you tenderly press your hand to his warm, bronzed back, his fingers adjusting themselves along the chords. 

“Wanna hear what I came up with?” He proudly questions, smiling widely as he awaits your response. You nod your head, your fingers tracing small circles on his back, his own fingers beginning to strum the chords of his guitar, humming along with the melody. 

You press your head to his shoulder, your feet buried in the sand, Shawn’s melody echoing beautifully with the sound of the ocean in the background.

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8x14, 10x03, 10x03, 10x22, 10x23, 10x23

Sam knows that these photos are important to Dean. But they’re also important to Sam. He found them in Dean’s bedroom when things were at their worst: when Dean was locked in their dungeon black-eyed and shouting abuse. He took them off the bonfire that the Stynes had made and he kept them beside him to remind him why he had to act. He carried them in the inside pocket of his jacket. And he gave them back to Dean, at what he thought was the end.

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etsyfindoftheday 5 | 1.17.17

leather cord organizer by infusion

traditional third anniversary leather gifts don’t have to break the bank. you can find some beautifully made items on etsy that are under $25, like this super-helpful headphone or cord keeper that wraps up your dangles and dongles neatly and efficiently. happy happy third anniversary kat and ry, i love you guys!! :)