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BTS as things
  • Namjoon: staying out until three in the morning, watching firework shows, stuffed animals, your favorite clothing store, couple outfits
  • Seokjin: Having your favorite meal after going without it for a long time, holding hands, cherry blossoms, flowers, baking with your best friend, a perfect outfit
  • Yoongi: listening to your favorite song with high quality headphones, cold hands, neon lights,long walks late at night, candles, soft blankets, clean sheets, running in the rain without an umbrella, classical music
  • Hoseok: Perfect weather, dasies, movie nights in the summer time, singing alone in the car, dancing barefoot in the rain, blowing dandilions
  • Jimin: Fuzzy socks, the night sky, fairy lights, soft lips, flushed cheeks, rooftops, cuddling on a rainy day, having someone play with your hair
  • Taehyung: Quiet art exhibits, concerts, swiming fully clothed, laughing so hard you cry, long showers, ripped denim jackets, smudged eyeliner
  • Jungkook: movies playing as you fall asleep,discovering new places, perfectly fitting clothes, giant stuffed animals, orginized desks, the sound of rain

Headcanon: Professor McGonagall has a muggle wife she never mentions to the students, because they never ask.

Four years after Harry’s left Hogwarts he visits McGonagall’s home to talk her out of retirement, and the door is opened by a woman he doesn’t recognise. Confused, he introduces himself and asks to see McGonagall. The woman recognises the name and invites him in, saying Minerva will be home soon. She then talks a mile a minute, but not about the war - about the stories she’s heard about the golden trio from their head of house. About how Harry stood up to Umbridge, and how clever Hermione was, and how Ron had been able to beat her chess game, and how PROUD Minerva was of them all.

By the time McGonagall does arrive, Harry and her wife are chatting like old friends. Minvera’s wife calls her things like “Darling” and “Pumpkin.” Harry cannot believe his ears.

Harry is invited to tea every Wednesday from then on. He always looks forward to it.

Fluffy Post-Reveal Adrinette Things
  • “*giggling* Your teeth” “omg” “*giggle snort* I keep hitting your teeth” “marinETTE” “*scream-laughing* I’M SORRY” “I’m getting braces” “no no no pls chaton I love your teeth hahahaha*snort*”
  • Adrien whispering things in Marinette’s ear at school and she’s giggling harder and harder (mostly because it tickles) and the rest of the class just looks exhausted
  • Adrien attempting to teach Marinette Chinese again and trying (and failing) not to laugh at her but she’s so hopeless and she keeps whining and swatting his arm
  • *bangs pots and pans together* BIG SPOON MARINETTE
  • Dates at the Agreste mansion. Gabriel is actually present for the meals and Marinette CANNOT act natural, God help her
  • Adrien casually leeeeeaning on Marinette when he wants to look at what she’s doing
  • Adrien shoving his entire head under Marinette’s hand because he wants her to play with his hair (he falls asleep after a few minutes)
  • Marinette making funny faces at Adrien during photo shoots so he’ll laugh more naturally
  • Mama and Papa Cheng open the trap door just a bit to see how the bebs are doing with their studies, and their desk chairs are pushed up right next to each other’s!!! and they do that cute tag-team swoon (Marinette hears them and screeches at them to go away)
  • Walking to school together. Holding hands. Doing that arm swing thing but like ridiculous high until they’re trying to windmill it and turning themselves around and Alya and Nino are like “wat r u doing”
  • Marinette carrying Adrien piggyback and running around the school and they’re both laughing and enjoying themselves and Alya and Nino are like “seriously wat r  u doing”
  • Sneaking out of class to transform during akuma attacks together. But like exaggerated synchronized sneaking with the huge steps and everything
  • Rubbing each other’s temples when they have headaches
  • Putting ridiculous clothes on the Ladybug and Chat Noir statue in the park every April Fools Day
  • Marinette trying Adrien’s rock climbing wall. “You keep going, I’ll keep admiring the view,” says Adrien from down below, causing Marinette to fall.
The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

Cancer: *is the Crying Baby* 

Leo: Worry not, I will calm you with my talent for, uh, singing, “rock-a-bye baby in the -” baby: *screams louder* leo: okay well, fuck you too

Virgo: Gross pls tell me this thing didn’t poop OH MY GOD IT POOPED GET IT OFF GET IT OFF

Libra: Smiles and patiently calms the child, artfully hiding their discomfort and disgust, thinking “why the fuck do people keep making these things I hate them I hate them I fucking hate them ughh”

Scorpio: *glares* shut the fuck

Sagittarius: Tbh if you were my kid, I’d probably “forget” you in a shopping cart at the grocery store… shit, where is your mother? Don’t tell me she-  HEY LADY, YEAH YOU, COME GET YOUR KID

Capricorn: Calmly sets the child down and walks away forever

Aquarius: According to some scientific studies, crying indicates that in later life, the infant will adapt qualities of…

Pisces: Me too, kid. Me too.  By the way, it only gets worse from here…

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Ron:</b> Why are you naked?<p/><b>Harry:</b> I don't have clothes.<p/><b>Ron:</b> *opens closet* You have shirts, pants, jackets, hi Draco, socks...<p/></p><p/></p>

Klance Carnival AU where Lance’s little sister volunteers at a local carnival as a fortune teller and Lance tags along to help out. Shiro and Keith also volunteer and after their shifts are over, Shiro dares Keith to get his fortune told because Keith doesn’t believe in all that junk

  • “Come on Keith, if you don’t believe in magic what makes you think those conspiracy theories are even real?” “YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”
  • Lance doesn’t know too much about tarot cards, but he was really interested in palm reading during middle school and literally spent nights researching about it and reading his entire family’s palms 
  • “Lance, just watch the booth for ten minutes I’ve been sitting here for like five hours straight, tell whoever shows up that I’ll be right back” 
  • Keith walks in, rolls his eyes and almost immediately walks out when he sees a crystal ball but Lance’s voice keeps him from leaving “So you’re here for some answers? You might have to wai-” “I-I’m actually here to see just how real this actually all is” “Oooh so you’re a non believer huh?”
  • They sit down at a circular table and Keith kinda regrets storming in here immediately after what Shiro said because he’s actually nervous and expected an old lady to be running this booth…not some attractive guy
  • “Palm please.” Keith’s face gets a little red when Lance gently grabs his hand
  • “What are you doing?” “Palm reading.” “But the sign outside says card reading not palm reading.” “O-oh uh this is a special edition for non-believers only.”
  • “Is this your first palm reading, Keith?” “How did yo-” “You’re wearing a volunteer name tag” 
  • Lance feels a bit rusty because it has been a while since he’s last read a palm so he’s just aimlessly dragging the tip of his finger across Keith’s palm (which is really much softer than it looks)
  • Lance sort of gets lost in thought and realizes he’s been tracing the lines for minutes now. He looks up at Keith to see if he’s noticed and then attempts to hold in his laughter when he sees just how intense Keith is looking at their hands
  • “Why are you laughing, did my hand say something weird about me?”

Bonus: Lance’s sister gets distracted by the cotton candy machine and takes a bit longer than intended

There’s a little box sitting in Cas’ room.

The walls are still naked, the bed has no covers and nothing but the occasional borrowed book from the Bunker’s library resting on the nightstand indicates that anyone even lives in this room.

But there’s a hidden box under the bed, a box Dean only found by accident, when he was returning Cas’ freshly washed trenchcoat.
The box is empty - except for two photos (one of Claire, one of Sam and Dean) and a small, frayed black feather.

The box stays in the room, under the bed, even when Cas isn’t there.
It makes Dean breathe lighter, to know that Cas leaves something here that is valuable to him. That way he knows Cas is coming back sooner or later.

And he does.

Every time.

Because there’s something valuable waiting for him back home, in the Bunker.

And Cas wouldn’t abandon him in a million years.

-In a muggle bar-

Someone: *staring hungrily at Harry ordering drinks by the bar*

Draco: ‘’Hmm, I see you have good taste in men. Impeccable.’’

Someone: *eyes firmly on Harry’s butt*  

Someone: ‘’Mmm, yes, impeccable.’’

Draco: ‘’Well, unfortunately for you, he too has impeccable taste. In me.’’

MMMM tastie improvement fresh out the oven

Prompt # 146

“Don’t look at me like that! Say something, please!”

“I just found out my best friend and love of my life isn’t human and you’re criticizing me for being shocked?! What do you want me to say; ‘That’s nice honey, what do you want for dinner, pizza or tacos?”

Headcanon that Viktor and Yuuri do not really fare very well during fights.

They do fight like most couples do. It does not matter what they fought about; there are just those days when the timing is not right, and their reactions are not proportional to what they are arguing about. Sometimes it is Viktor who is not in the mood and it just so happened that that it is an off-day for Yuuri, too. Sometimes it is Yuuri who points something out, a minor thing like dog food running out or dishes left in the sink, but it had been a long day for Viktor and he had not yet told Yuuri that he got an earful from Yakov earlier that day over one thing or another.

So they fight. Tempers flare and sometimes it is petty. They both dislike yelling, but then there are also those days, and sometimes they say things they do not mean. One person’s eyes sting first and that usually puts a stop to things – but then, the damage has been done. Sometimes they apologize immediately, but there are also days when they just part ways. Yuuri tends to leave first more often than not, locking himself in the bedroom or the bathroom or wherever there are four walls and a closed door that would keep him away from Viktor.

There are those days, albeit few and far in between (which is good because they truly are the worst of days), when they would fight so badly that night would find them with one in the bedroom and the other on the couch. It is usually Yuuri who refuses to join Viktor in bed; he doesn’t like touching Viktor when they are in a fight.

What they never really managed, though, is to spend an entire night apart. Always, be it at midnight or as late as 4 am, Viktor would come out of the bedroom, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yuuri,” he would say, voice low so as not to startle Yuuri awake, should he already be asleep. (Yuuri never is, on nights like that.)

Sometimes Yuuri would turn to him; sometimes he would not. Either way, Viktor would pad quietly across their moonlit living room and usually find Yuuri curled up in a bundle under his own blanket, awake and miserable. He does not say anything, his Yuuri, but then Viktor knows him well enough not to expect it. So instead, he would just kneel down at the front end of the couch, move slowly so as to let Yuuri stop him any time in case he was still angry with Viktor. Yuuri never is and neither does he ever stop Viktor, and if anything his eyes would sparkle in the moonlight, sad and expectant, and it is how Viktor knows: Yuuri is sorry, too.

Viktor would open his arms and Yuuri would fall into them, his relief obvious in the way he sharply inhales like one breaking the surface after nearly drowning. The hug is never gentle, always nearly crushing Viktor’s neck by how tightly he clings to him, but Viktor never minds. He only also breathes in deeply and shakily, holding Yuuri just as tightly, before wrapping the blanket he brought around the both of them. If he had his way, he would pull the blanket over Yuuri’s head and just hold him to his chest, reclaim him for himself and hide him completely from the world. His, his, his - never to leave him, never, never not his, not even when the fights are so bad that Viktor could feel his heart break over again whenever he remembers them.

He makes do with wrapping the blanket around them as tightly as he can manage. Yuuri never complains, so Viktor wonders if it comforts Yuuri, too. They fall asleep like that, locked still in their tight embrace after many kisses and whispered apologies, limbs tangled beneath the blanket that would surely be too warm and stifling when they wake mid-morning. It is not always the most comfortable thing, waking up that way, but they never really got rid of making up like this – not when, at least in the evenings, lying together like that feels absolutely perfect, and is everything that they needed.