(I didn’t even realize it was you when I started @sawthatwink . Two in one day. You do good prompts ❤)
“Look- Malfoy, get back here!”
“No,” Draco said coolly.
Harry stomped after Draco as he lifted his chin and walked into the great hall, intent on ignoring Harry.
Harry ran a few steps grabbing Draco’s arm and pulling him back, “Look, if you just asked Slughorn-”
“I will not,” Draco bit out and jerked his arm back, “Release me, Potter.”
Harry tightened his grip and took a half-step closer, “I know he’s not the- your first choice but he’d apprentice you if you-”
“If you asked,” Draco snarled.
Harry scrubbed his free hand through his hair in frustration, “That’s not-!”
“NOW KISS!!” Someone shouted.
A wave of silence flowed through the hall followed immediately by a ripple of laughter.
Harry quickly let go of Draco, stumbling backward, his face growing hot.
Draco’s mouth had fallen open in shock, his entire body gone stiff as an ironing board.
Ginny climbed up onto her bench, hands cupped around her mouth as she began chanting, “KISS! KISS! KISS!”
Amid the laughter, more and more people began to take up the cry, filling the room with an echoing ’KISS! KISS! KISS!’.
Harry had the inexplicable the need to reassure Draco of something, whatever would make him feel better. He had been trying for months to win Draco’s trust and now it all seemed to be falling apart. Yet, he couldn’t seem to string words together, all of them running into a jumbled mess of embarrassment that came out as ums,errs and I don'ts, It’s not-
Draco unfroze slowly, looking hurt at first but quickly growing furious. His hands clenched into fists and stormed right out the doors he had come through originally.
There was a collective groan as he left.
Harry was torn by indecision before finally deciding to go after Draco. He didn’t know what he was going to say but he couldn’t leave it as it was.
Harry never got the chance. As soon as he was in the hall, Draco grabbed his arm in one hand, the other pressed flat to his chest, pushing Harry back until his back hit the wall, pressing all the air out of him. The kiss that followed took the rest of his air, leaving him gasping, his mind reeling, Draco’s eyes searched Harry’s, pinning him to the wall more firmly than his hands ever could, before he turned and marched away.
Several seconds passed before he was able to think clearly again and then pushed off the wall to go after Draco. He didn’t know what he was going to say but there was no way he could leave it as it was.
So I guess this is a no-scale victory? I am a habitual daily scale user. I saw it as data collection and didn’t use it as an indicator of my worth (took many years to get here). I just finished my second low carb shift and I was working on weighing myself at the end of every shift vs weekly. I got dressed for my walk this morning and thought I looked very good and that I can see progress. Then I realized that if I weighed myself, I would either be happy that the scale showed progress OR my day would be ruined if the scale showed an increase (even though my eyes showed me something different when I looked at the mirror). The scale would either make me happy (which I already was) or put me in a negative spiral with an unhappy number.
I chose happiness and didn’t weigh myself. Huge victory for me!!! Changing my mindset is something I’ve been working on and today I got a huge win!
Well, you can do whatever you want here but i absolute hate how you "hate" a character who a lot of people like, specially me. Jay is a good character, but is good for us! You have your opinion but remember, this is not funny anymore!
oh,, n,,o,,, gyuyts… thtiis iissnt//., funny anymre”””!!!! whwhwhat is ss tunmnblr ususer baiaonkidkdudragojn gonn na ddo to mmeE!! iimm sososo scareed…
Legit though this is the fucking internet and if you can’t handle a joke blog that’s meant to be humourous you should just get the fuck off it. If you took a second to actually take in my content you’d realise I’m just kidding.
You sound so damn hypocritical anyways, “I hate how yo hate a charatceR!!” and then “but its an opinion (:”
and anyways… Loads of people like Lloyd Garmadon?? Loads of people like Morro? But no it’s okay for you to hate them isn’t it? :) You have priveleges. But whats this?? Orlando here is owner of blog i-hate-jay??? she must be evil!! For saying “I hate jay”!! that threatens me and my insecure love for a lego brick!!
Maybe get off Tumblr if you are upset with people having blogs that you may disagree with
Is this another prompt? It’s a good one! It only took me like 30 seconds to come up with what I wanted to write!
I hope you’ll like it! Canon!Brienne is so uncomfortable in a dress, I decided not to put her in one in this…
Sansa is getting ready for prom.
Sansa had always been self-conscious about her height. By the age of twelve she’d become half a head taller than all the boys in her year. While she’d always enjoyed being the centre of attention as a little girl, standing out like that only made her uncomfortable and embarassed.
She’d only ever found the one boyfriend who was taller than her, and even with him she could only wear three-inch heels tops. It might be silly, but Sansa was sad every time she had to put another lovely pair of shoes back after she’d tried them on.
Somehow discovering she also liked girls only made things worse. Margie and Dany were petite and though Sansa’d had butterflies walking hand in hand with them, she’d often felt like a freak, towering over them the way she did.
She’d met Brienne when picking up her best friend Podrick after fencing practice. She had legs for days, impossibly blue eyes and the most amazing smile Sansa had ever seen.
Their first conversations had been stilted and awkward, but one afternoon, when they’d been sitting on bench across the ice cream parlour, Brienne had leaned in to press a feathery light kiss to her lips. Now chocolate-chip ice cream would always remind her of their first kiss.
Sansa liked Brienne. A lot. She wasn’t sure she’d say she loved her yet, but she was definitely in love with her. She often thought Brienne was simply the best person she’d ever met and that she didn’t deserve her.
She also loved the fact that Brienne was at least half a foot taller than her. With her she didn’t walk with her shoulders hunched down. For once she didn’t feel awkward and unladylike when out with her girlfriend.
Resting her head on Brienne’s shoulder when they hugged or stretching out on her toes to kiss her made her feel delicate and cherished. And being able to wear whatever pair of shoes she liked was just the icing on the cake.
She fastened the straps on her silver heels and rose, smoothing out the skirt of her royal blue dress to take one last look in the mirror. There was a soft knock on the door and Brienne entered.
“Are you ready, love?” she asked, coming up behind Sansa. She put an arm around her waist, pressing her lips briefly to her bare shoulder.
“Gods, you’re gorgeous, San!”
She turned around to face her. Brienne was wearing a black jumpsuit with the ivory jacket Sansa had picked out for her. Her hair was swept to one side and she had a slight blush on her face.
“You look stunning, Bri,” she breathed.
A dazzling smile lit up Brienne’s face as she leaned down for a quick kiss. “Let’s go then!”
Presenting the rough animatic for the show’s main titles! This was a true labor of love and a chance to work with one of my animation heroes, Hiroyuki Imaishi(Best known as the co-founder of Studio Trigger)!
For this project, we began by solidifying the theme song. Our team at Mint Potion Studios, headed by composer Jake Kaufman, created a blood-pumping disco song that not only extols the virtues of friendship but also brings to mind the visual of robots exploding. As an easter egg, the first 9 notes are a callback to the theme song of the original 2012 “Lakewood Plaza Turbo” pilot!
We sent the theme song and some early episodes to Imaishi-san in Japan for him to get the vibe of the project. He sent us a mind-blowing storyboard- he created an otherworldly image of a planet encased in a discoball seamlessly transitioning to a wild action sequence(described by him as “CRAZY FIGHTING”)! Our storyboard supervisor Jeremy Polgar took it from there, and animated the heck out of it. Pausing randomly on the final version reveals some pretty out-there character drawings!
This intro is very special to me, as it encapsulates all of the feelings of the show into one place. It took months of coordinating across multiple time zones. It was a challenge to get all of the main characters, rivals, settings, and a discoball all in 20 seconds! Please, enjoy our hard work!
Storyboard: Hiroyuki Imaishi
Director: Jeremy Polgar
Revisions & Additional Animation: Max Collins, Anna Craig, Ian Jones-Quartey
(A little background: At the very beginning of the campaign, probably the second or third week of an “every saturday night” campaign, our DM introduced a fantasy-weed-dealing Goblin named Krang. He tried to get us to smoke some “herbs” that were enchanted with a stun spell. We knocked him out, took the herbs, and as a druid, I made brownies with them. At the current moment, we’re trying to stop a slaving operation.)
Me: DM, I’d like to try something.
DM: Oh no. Go ahead.
Me (In Character): “So, if you don’t mind, my business partners and I have something of a tradition after we complete a business transaction. Would you mind partaking in a brownie with us?”
DM as the Mindflayer, the head slaver: “A-a brownie? …I don’t really know you guys…”
DM: Roll for persuasion.
Me: (Rolls a 16.)
DM: I really wanna see this work, so I’m going to roll intelligence against it. (*rolls*) Well, hot damn, he rolled a Nat 1. He says “Oh boy, a brownie!” and crams the whole thing into his mouth.
Me: Okay, and just as he’s stunned by this brownie, I’d like to cast Pass without Trace, surrounding us in darkness and silence in a 30 foot radius.
Friend who’s playing as a Monk: And just as he casts Pass without Trace, I drag the Mindflayer off the path behind a boulder and knock him unconscious.
Me: And I’d like to have our friendly ghost follower, Edwin, possess this man’s unconscious body.
(We then went on to go down another level to the Dungeons, rescue the kidnapped leader of the slaves, and have the unconscious body of the Mindflayer use Mindblast against 8 imps and 2 water elementals.)
What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??
Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.
Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses.
He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.
Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.
“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”
“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.
“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”
“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty.
“Um, hi,” he said.
“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.”
“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.
“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.”
“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.
“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase.
Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.
“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.
“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”
“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”
Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.
“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds.
“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.
“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.
“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.
By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.
Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED
Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at.
He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.
Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.
“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.
“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”
“Is the draft still there?”
“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.
“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.
“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.
“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.
“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”
“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”
Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.
No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.
Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.
“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead.
omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.
omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit
omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard
Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.
zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM
omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17
A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.
omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.
zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?
omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing
zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)
omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?
zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.
omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.
zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?
omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?
zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…
omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.
Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.
“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he
brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”
you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a
train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden
tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t
how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the
chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he
toying with you or was he being serious?
Jungkook was your best friend and his
intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held
your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was
anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted,
and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could
trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and
decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you
am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask
himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life
The library was a place you were supposed to be able to go to to study, and usually it was. There was something about sitting by yourself that let you study easier and focus better. Silence filled the library most days and you never had to worry about someone coming and bugging you over something that would be considered a waste of time. That was until you met Jeon Jungkook.
At first he was another one of the bad boys on campus, a title you thought would drop when entering college but somehow persisted for him. He wore it proudly on his chest like the words of others defined who he was without a problem. It was something you had never liked before, but it was different with him. The only reason he had started talking to you in the first place though, was because he had started to crush on your best friend.
The library was a place where you were able to study and learn without anyone bothering you, but it seemed now that Jungkook had started crushing on your best friend, he had recruited you into helping him get her to fall for him. It was like no matter where you ran away to he would always find you and follow you around until you helped him with what he needed.
First of all, let me clarify that I when I say taekook is “real”, I don’t mean it in an enforcing and “suck that!” manner. It’s more of a “I believe in the possibility of my OTP” reaction and I’m not trying to say that they really ARE in a relationship IRL. (See this post) I want to be able to scream and smile over taekook all I want without people thinking I’m that offensive, rude and crassy-ass shipper :^) just want to make it clear that I am open to different ships and wouldn’t directly harass another ship.
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get on to the good stuff ;) Taekook is the ship closest to my heart because of their interactions. I’ve always believed in the possibility of taekook harbouring romantic feelings towards each other. It’s the constant skinship with each other, the intense looks exchanged. It’s them cuddling together in each others’ beds, and the playful touches. It’s when Jungkook looks jealous whenever Taehyung interacts with others. It’s when Taehyung jumps onto Jungkook for a piggyback ride and when Jungkook obliges happily.
It’s also the way they seem to gravitate towards each other, a lack of distance whenever they’re standing side by side. The way they tease playfully, the way one licks their lips while staring at the other. The way they seem so comfortable around each other, lingering glances and touches exchanged. There’s so many more I want to list out, but I think you get the idea. Something tells me that they might be more than just friends.
Remember the way taekook hold hands? Fingers intertwined, like it’s second nature to them.
Do you recall them cuddling? In beds and on mats, the intimacy kills me.
Space? Well, not really.
What’s this? Yes please.
Besides, have you seen the way they look into each others’ eyes? It’s as if they hold the world.