idek what this is shut up

  • Hufflepuff: ...yes...
  • Gryffindor: How?! You're so nice and sweet and Slytherin's so...Slytherin!
  • Slytherin: Dude, I'm standing right here.
  • Gryffindor: Oh, shut up, you know what I mean.
  • Slytherin: Yeah, you're right. I'm just as surprised that Hufflepuff likes me as you are.
  • Hufflepuff: Oh, shut up, both of you.
  • Gryffindor: Well? Why do you like someone
  • Hufflepuff: Sly's not that bad! You just don't know them like I do! They may seem all mean and tough but, on the inside, Slytherin's just a big ol' teddy bear.
  • Slytherin: *blushes*
  • Slytherin: *blushes more* *glares at Gryffindor* Fuck off, asshole.

This is for @wittyy-name and her (and @wolfpainters) fic SUADWM! <3

Alright my hand is hurting so jUsT tAkE IT! I’ve been working with Paint Tool Sai 2 on this one! (the struggle :’))
Happy Birthday Witty!! :D I hope I’m still kind of on time??

people judge theodore nott in the simplest of the terms.

slytherin, son of a death eater, orphan, rich, pure blood, intelligent, a loner.
wrapped around in his own arrogance and pettiness.

little they know, though.

little they know about the pain carved onto him, the real scars linked to stories of disappointment, hurt and remorse, and the pain that didn’t leave any visible marks, but runs the deepest into him. how he remembers, in vivid detail, the way his mother’s eyes lost their spark when life left her, when her body hit the floor with a dull sound. the silence after that, the silence that followed him around, all his life.

little they know about the universes living within him, the ones which made the darkness sparkle with light. about the books he loves to read, slipping away into a reality that doesn’t have death eaters, family expectations and blood lines, the stories theodore nott can fall in and inhabit, without having to speak, to pretend to be someone else.

little they know about his dreams, his real dreams, not the nightmares of memories and the metallic scent of blood, or the guidelines perfectly traced by his father about his future wife, and his future position at the ministry and the importance of the blood legacy. thedore nott’s dreams are in the corridors of st mungo, as a mediwizard, in the fouth floor. in his most secret dreams, he could imagine his own mother there, in the janus thickey ward, it’s better than remembering her cold, lifeless hands.

little they know about the feelings bubbling up in his chest. the butterflies in his stomach that make him flush and stutter and that doesn’t add up to the image of pettiness, arrogance and coldness. the yearn in the pit of his stomach for things he cannot have, but he cannot stop wishing for, embodied in calloused hands and deep dark eyes, fleeting touches and whispered words that theodore nott knows they are just a token of friendship.

little they know about the warmth, the care, the worry, the love, the hope, the anxiety, the trust. about the complexity of his character, about the layers, about the contradictions, about the internal fights of what he was taught and what it’s actually right. about the moments he wishes he could give up, feeling he’s crashing under expectations, and screams and the silence, and the cold.

stripping theodore nott of all the things that define him and shaping him with the things people think they know about him, it’s like tracing a labyrinth with no exit, a riddle itself, like the very complex personality of theodore nott is.

and very few people could actually see the cracks, and the depth.

A Mostly Decent Proposal, Cat/Kara, Rating: PG

Kara tries everything. She drops Cat’s name. Lena’s name. Supergirl’s name. The snotty publicist turns her down each time with increasing relish. 

“The tastings are for engaged couples only, Miss Danvers.”

And it’s not like she doesn’t try Alex. It’s maybe a little insensitive to ask given that Maggie hasn’t exactly given an answer to the spur-of-the-moment proposal yet, but dammit Kara is feeling sorry for herself. Now the best cake on the entire West Coast is being kept from her by the sad fact of being single.

Not that she would have married Mon-El. Honestly it had been effort enough to teach him to chew with his mouth closed. But it had been less lonely, less Kara left behind, less table for one and going to bed early and alone. 

She posts to Facebook in desperation, hoping Winn or James will volunteer to play her fake fiancé and grab one of the exclusive tasting appointments. There’s only four left today, and Kara wants one with a need that’s bordering on obsession. 

Before anyone can reply and save the day, a text from Cat arrives. 

Assistant AWOL. Have my car out front in 5. Meet me there.

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Seventeen as Vines/Videos

Hey there, my chickadees! I’m sorry we’ve been absent lately, we’ve been busy and I’ve been having trouble with the requests, but please take this shitpost about Seventeen as an apology! This is all in good fun, and not meant to offend anyone or make fun of any of the members. This was probably done before, but I can’t remember the last one I saw, so here’s my take on it!

- Admin Mimi

Originally posted by litaeral

S.Coups - The ‘Try Me Bitch’ vine

Jeonghan - The ‘Too Much Drama at School’ video, but in this instance, he created the drama, and is walking away from it ‘innocently

Joshua - The ‘Little Girl sings Hallelujah’ video

Jun - Idek what to call this vine but for some reason I thought of him when I saw it

Hoshi - The ‘Freestyle Dance Teacher’ video

Wonwoo - ‘What you gonna do’ vine (again idk why I thought this but for some reason it reminded me of Wonwoo)

Woozi -  Father and son who love each other very much’ vine (Woozi’s the dad obvs LOL)

DK - The ‘Kid on Crack’ vines (I’m sorry lmao)


The8 - The ‘I won’t hesitate, bitch/Real housewives of vine’ vine

Seungkwan - The ‘SHUT UP’ video

Vernon - The ‘Mini Golf’ vine (honestly me)

Dino - The ‘What the fuck is up, Kyle?’ vine


Jeonghan with Dino

When S.Coups leaves the SEVENTEEN dorm unsupervised

pansexualtrashcan  asked:

YO nurseydex "nice. great. perfect. fuck this." or holsom "quit it or ill bite"

Yolio, my friend.
I realized the other day that I am the shittiest in the world at writing ransom, so nurseydex it is. 

Dex was not having a good day. At all. In fact, it was decidedly bad.

The worst part was that there wasn’t anything especially horrible that happened. It was just a unch of small things, all at once. First he forgot his bio lab in his dorm, after he spent all night working on it, and the TA wouldn’t accept it late. The strap of his bag broke, and yeah, he’d been using the same one since his junior year in high school, but he had budgeted to buy a new one next month.

In an effort to make his day a little brighter, Dex decided to stop at Annie’s and splurge on himself. Bitty got him hooked on their stupid hazelnut mochas, but he rarely spent the money on himself. He barely got a sip before he spilled it all over shoes.

So, yeah, everything sucked. None of it was life-shattering bad, though, which just pissed him off more.The only thing he had to look forward to was the fresh lemon bars that he knew Bitty had set aside for him. And maybe, just a little bit, he was looking forward to the Haus, too.

He wasn’t sure when it happened, but sometime between his first semester and his third, Dex started thinking about the Haus as home. It was nothing like his actual home, back in Maine. His house was always quiet and pristine.

The Haus, though. It was always loud and messy, full of people and the weird combination of fresh pie and microwave corndogs. Some part of it reminded him of life before Michael signed his enlistment papers (and his death warrant). A little bit of that tension he’d felt building between her shoulder blades for years eased when he walked into the Haus.

Yeah, the day sucked, but he had that, at least. The only bad thing about the Haus was the Nursey seemed to love being there just as much as Dex, and what he could put his finger on exactly was when he fell head over heels in love with Nursey.  After a grueling practice one morning, they changed, like usual, in the locker room. But for the first time, Nursey noticed the small tattoo Dex had tucked under his bicep. He got this overjoyed look on his face, more excited than Dex had ever seen him look before, and that was it. That was the moment when Dex realized he was in love.

Dex hated it. He didn’t want to fall in love. He wanted to go to school, graduate as soon as humanly possible, and make as much money as humanly possible. No feelings, no drama. Hockey was his backup plan, and that’s it. No time for love, or dating, or feelings of any kind.

Among other things, it messed with his game, which means messing with his plan B. Every time he looked at Nursey, he got stupid fluttery feeling, which made him angry, which made him lash out. Lashing out ruined any sort of friendship they had, which made him even angrier. And that, all of that, translated to how they played together on the ice.

Usually, he could hide the stupid hurricane of emotions he felt whenever he saw Nursey, but he was having a bad day. He wanted the weird peace the Haus gave him and he wanted lemon bars, and nothing else.

Dex especially didn’t want to watch Nursey flirting with his stupid peer review partner. So, when he walked into the Haus and saw just that, he couldn’t help his outburst.

“Nice. Great. Perfect. Fuck this,” and walked out.

The fucking lemon bars could wait. They could barely make up for his already shitty day, let alone make up for all of the shitty things he would feel having to sit through a forced conversation with Nursey.

He barely made it four houses down frat row when he heard steps running after him. Dex didnt have to look back to know that is was Nursey. He didn’t bother to slow down.

“Dex, hold up. Dex, wait.” A warm hand clapped on his shoulder, just this side of too hard. “Dude, fucking stop.”

Dex stopped with a sigh. He turned, and seeing Nursey’s stupid face didn’t do anything to help. His stomach swooped and it made him a whole new level of angry.

“What do you want, Nursey?”

“I want to know what the fuck your problem is.” There was a look in those green eyes that Dex had never seen before.

Something in Dex broke. Any somewhat reasonable answer was a lie. It wasn’t anything that contributed to his bad day that was the problem. It wasn’t even the bad day. It was everything, all at once. It was all his stupid feelings. That was the real answer, the answer he was sick of not giving.

“What’s wrong with me is that my socks are sticking to my shoes, since I spent money I don’t have on a coffee I spilled straight away. My problem is that I needed my bag to last until next month and I broke it today. My problem is that my dick lab TA refused to take my report late, so the highest I can get in the class onw is an 89.

“My problem, Nursey, is that every time I walk into the Haus and see you flirting with whatever his name is, I don’t know if I’m more mad at him for being your type or at myself because I’m not. And my problem is that more and more I don’t know if I want to punch your stupidly beautiful face or kiss it.”

He noticed that Nursey’s hand was still on his shoulder. Some time during his incredibly ill-timed speech, he had taken several half-steps forward and was now well into Nursey’s personal space. Dex couldn’t help but look at Nursey’s face. He expected anger or maybe that same odd expression from earlier, but the small smile was a surprise.

Dex felt Nursey’s hand slide carefully down his arm, slipping solidly into his own. “You think my face is beautiful?”

Just like that, the day was forgotten. All the crap fell away and it was just stupid chirps and cute smiles and a warm hand. “Shut up, you know you’re cute.”

“Oh, no. You can’t downgrade me from beautiful to cute like that.”

Dex took another small step forward, close enough that their shirts brushed against each other. “Fine, you’re beautiful. Now, can I kiss you while I still feel like it?”

He got a small nod.

The kiss wasn’t spectacular. It wasn’t fireworks. Dex’s shoes still squelched and his shoulder was sore, but it was exactly what he wanted. And it was perfectly them.

hey zarkon x honerva/haggar fam

a random thought came to my mind just now. 

seeing as there is too much ship name confusion going around (it’s me. i can’t remember which tag to use or track tbh) 

if i create a poll for ship names, will you guys vote? i’m planning to have one up if you guys want it. so let me know~ 

(also comment your preferred ship name so i can include it as well. I know of only five right now.)


12. “Stop judging me”
20.  “Open up, I got McDonald’s.”

A/N: I wanted to try this text message thing and this is my first ever written like this sooo tell me your opinion about this one & if I should do more text message imagines. Sorry it took so long ily

Warnings: uh none? Just fluff and McDonald’s is mentioned. Gif is not mine, credits to the owner.

Originally posted by sirisaacnewtmas

Where r u


Are u still mad at me?
read 9:48pm

Oh c'mon, your ignoring me now?


shut up


Don’t be mad

Um, I am going to be mad for a while, you idiot

Idek why ur mad at me because I didn’t do anything?

What the hell

You ditched me at the bar where I never even wanted to go and I tried to find you and then I found u talking to a group of girls and then some jerk spilled his drink and then I smelled like beer and u didn’t even notice

Then why did u came if u didn’t want to

I wanted to hang out with u

wait, are u jealous
read 9:56pm

Do you LIKE me???
delivered 9:56pm

Do not close your phone
delivered 9:57pm

Come back
Come back  
Come back
Come back
delivered 9:57pm

Ok I’m coming over
delivered 9:59pm

I’m outside
read 10:20pm


Open the door please



Go away I’m going to sleep

Open up, I got McDonald’s


Dylan sent a picture  

Y/N went to open her door and streched her hand out. 

“Give me my food.” 

“I’m not going to give you these if you don’t let me in”, Dylan answered. Y/N snorted and let him in. She grabbed the brown paperback with McDonald’s logo on the side and went to the kitchen without saying anything to him. Dylan followed and sat across her staring her as her eyes brightened when she saw her favorites inside.  She put the foods on the table and Dylan reached his arm in order to steal couple of french fries but his hand got slapped away.

“Dude”, she said with a cautionary tone.

“Sharing is caring”, he said and tried again.

“Do not steal my food or I’ll dye your hair pink while you’re asleep.” Dylan looked at her smirking a little. “Somebody’s being overprotective over their food.”

“Don’t judge me, I’ll consider forgiving you after I’m done with these.” There was a moment of silence until Dylan spoke again.

“So, about last night..”  

Y/N interrupted. “Please, don’t.”

“We need to talk, I’ll forget it after we’ve talked, okay?” Y/N thought about it and eventually she nodded.

“I am extremely sorry about ditching you. The girl group kind of  surrounded me and I had no idea you felt like that and you know I would never do anything to upset you, right?” He looked like a sad puppy and you tried your best to not go over and wrap your arms around him.  

“Yeah, that’s okay”, Y/N said smiling softly.  

“No, it’s not okay. I promised myself I would do everything to protect you from stuff like this and it hurts like hell because, well, I like you a lot.” Y/N looked at him like she had just seen a ghost.

“You what?”

“I like you more than I should.” Y/N grabbed rest of her french fries and slide them over the table to Dylan.

“Feelings are mutual”, she smiled and blushed. They stared at each other for a while until Dylan stood up and pulled Y/N from her chair.

“Since both of us just confessed our feelings, do you think it’s okay if I kiss you now?” He whispered hand still on her hand.

“I think it’s more than okay”, she whispered back and pulled him closer so she could reach kiss him. The kiss got pretty intense and a moment later you pulled away to catch your breath.

“You taste like french fries”, Dylan said and tried to hold his laughter.  

“Oh shut up”, Y/N laughed and kissed him again.

idk why but i can imagine this happening
  • Taehyung: i wonder if dogs think "that's a good boy" whenever we throw the stick at them
  • Jungkook: tae-
  • Taehyung: do they think that we are the ones playing with the stick?
  • Jungkook: hyu-
  • Taehyung: do they think we're their slaves when we give them food?
  • Taehyung: are they happy when we leave 'cause it means they have the house to themselves?
  • Taehyung: what if th-
  • Taehyung: if you wake him up he'll most likely kill you but do as you please
  • Jungkook:
  • Taehyung: now, what was I saying?
  • Taehyung: oh right-

anonymous asked:

hi!! idk exactly how to word this, but do you know of any fics where d or p uses kisses/sex to shut the other up or convince them of something? thank you for all your hard work!! 10/10 scientists say ur the best

Just Shut Up (ao3) - Set directly after the last Impossible Quiz video. Dan’s a brat and won’t let a silly game go; Phil just tries his best to help.

Make Me - Phil Lester should know that if your enemy says ‘Shut up!’ you shouldn’t answer ‘Make me’. Pastel!Dan Punk!Phil High school AU

Make Me - d&p sharing a dorm room and at night dan is afraid of the dark so he talks and talks and phil is extremely annoyed until one day he tackles dan in bed “would you shut the fuck up already” “make me” and they kiss.

- Sam

“What the fuck?”

That wasn’t quite the reaction Ian was expecting from Mickey when he took his shirt off, but when he noticed Mickey looking amused at something behind him and glanced over his shoulder to see the mirror, Ian understood. “Shut up.”

“What the fuck is that?” Mickey spun Ian around to get a better look and barked out a laugh.

“I don’t fucking wanna talk about it, alright?” Ian turned back around and started pulling off Mickey’s shirt in an attempt to derail the conversation, but Mickey was having none of it.

“Did you actually get a fucking pair of tits put on you?”

“Oh, yeah, like I’m the only one making stupid tattoo choices.” Ian jabbed at the botched ink on Mickey’s chest to prove his point.

“Hey, at least I like the thing I permanently inked on my body.”

“Just like?” He tried to distract again by hooking his fingers in Mickey’s jeans and pulling him in for a kiss, and this time it worked.

“Maybe a little more than like,” Mickey admitted, getting back to the task at hand.

After they finished reacquainting themselves with each others’ bodies, when Mickey was settled in his rightful place as little spoon, he tried to bring it up again. “So, fucking tits, ey?”

Behind him Ian stiffened up, and not in the fun way. “I really don’t wanna talk about that right now.”

Mickey didn’t like that there were things he didn’t know about Ian now, but he got it. There were things about Mexico that he didn’t feel like talking about right away either. “Alright. But if you want we could go get our fuck ups covered up together.“

"You want to cover up my name?” Ian tried to pass it off as nothing but Mickey sensed a hint of disappointment.

“I want to get the misspelled hack job I did on myself while I was blitzed on prison hooch covered up with something that looks half decent. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your name in it.”

“You don’t have to,” Ian argued, but sounded pleased as his fingers brushed the ink in question.

“You’re right. Maybe I’ll cover it with ‘Firecrotch’.”

“Don’t even joke about that.” Ian’s fingers sought out Mickey’s nipple and pinched, and Mickey shouted and grabbed Ian’s hand. “Maybe I’ll get your face tattooed above my tits.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”