just in case you were having a good night

Listen. I see antis getting mad again and I feel like I need to speak up. Do you think we are doing this for fun?

I wish Louis and the other boys were having babies for real. Just not under these circumstances. If I had a reason to believe Louis is straight I wouldn’t be here talking about Larry. I’d be excited at the thought of Louis being a dad. I would be talking about what a lovely couple Louis and Danielle make. But that’s not the case. For anyone with a brain willing to look at facts it’s clear this stuff is shady.

Similar case for Liam. I would love to be excited at the thought of him being a dad. Yet I’m not.

Babygate 1 and 2 are literally what our worst nightmares are made off. We don’t make that shit up cause we like drama. There’s enough drama without 1D. The reason so many Larries have left is (mostly) not cause they stopped believing. It’s because it was too stressful for them. These events are causing people stress, they are making us worry.

I would love to be able to just believe everything that’s being fed to me and not be bothered. But I can’t. I have a functioning brain and I notice things are not what they look like. I can’t and won’t ignore that. Please stop being so mad at us. If you believe Freddie is Louis’ son, go ahead. If you believe Liam and Cheryl are happy, sure. I don’t mind you thinking that if you don’t harass me with it. Yet you are the ones yelling at us for having a different opinion. Can’t we just leave each other alone? Time will tell who is right and wrong.

Pizza (Lafayette x Reader)


Request- “Hey I love your Lafayette x readers!! Could you do another Lafayette x Modern! Reader?? Where they have a scary movie marathon and the reader get scared do they like cuddle and its super cute”

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Movie night with the crew. You down?

You smiled at your phone and texted Alex back. 

Sure where?


Frenchy’s in ten ;)

You rolled your eyes at your phone even though you know Alex couldn’t see. Ten minutes… You looked down at what you were wearing. Was this good enough? More importantly, would Lafayette think you looked good? You sighed and shrugged. It would have to do. You needed to leave, like, now.

You went into your bathroom and put on some perfume. Just in case. You checked your makeup and decided that it was passable. 

Almost exactly ten minutes later, you arrived at Lafayette’s door. You’d barely knocked once when Alexander opened the door, with a huge girl. 

“Well hello, Y/N.” He smiled at you. “Don’t you look spicy.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You gonna let me in or what, asshat?” You pushed past him, and he put his arms up in mock surrender. 

“Ayye! Y/N’s here!” Hercules shouted from the couch. He stood up and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. 

“Y/N’s here?” A voice said. You heard a lot of crashing and swearing before Lafayette emerged from one of the doors. 

“Hey.” he said calmly. You bit back your laughter. 

“Hi there.” 

“I thought we weren’t inviting Y/N because-” 

“Shh!!” Alexander and Hercules cut Lafayette off. You turned around and raised an eyebrow at Alex. 

“It’s nothing. How was your day?” Alex asked. 

“Fine.” you said carefully. These boys weren’t telling you something. 

“We’re just waiting for Laurens. Then we can start watching.” Hercules said. “Laf’s making homemade pizza.” 

You turned around and looked at his sheepish smile.

“Do you want help?” 

“Oh no it’s-” 

“Of course he does!” Alex pushed you and Lafayette into the kitchen. You looked around at the kitchen. There were different ingredients strewn all about. On one portion of the counter there were three circles of dough with red sauce on them. 

“What do you want me to do, chef?” you asked. Lafayette smiled and looked around. 

“Well…you can put topping on these,” He motioned to the sauce covered pizzas, “while I roll out more dough.”  You nodded and got to work. 

“Is this enough cheese?” you asked. Lafayette turned around from where he was working and leaned over your shoulder, placing his hands on the counter on either side of you. 

La perfection

You turned you head to see Lafayette looking at you, making your faced extremely close. You breath caught in your throat as you looked at him. 

“I-” you tried to speak, but no words came out. You saw Lafayette’s eyes go from your eyes to you lips. You could’ve sworn he was getting closer, or maybe you were. 

“John’s here!” Hercules yelled from the other room. You jumped slightly, and Lafayette turned back around and started rolling dough. You added more topping to the pizza’s and picked up the pans. 

“I’ll uh put these in the oven then.” you mumbled. Lafayette nodded and so you did that and left the kitchen. You greeted John who was now sitting on the couch. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” Alex announced. You sat down on the two person couch by yourself and pulled out your phone. Moments later, Lafayette came out from the kitchen. He took a seat next to Laurens. 

“The pizza won’t be done for awhile. Go ahead and start the movie.” 

“What are we watching?” you asked curiously, pulling your feet up onto the couch. 

“You’ll see.” Hercules flashed a grin at you. He turned on the TV on which the movie was already paused at the start of the opening credits. Alexander came out of the kitchen holding a beer. He looked from you to Lafayette and sighed. 

“Laf. Move.” 

“Why?” Lafayette asked offended. 

“I wanna sit by John.” he said. Lafayette rolled his eyes and moved to sit by you. 

“Cold?” he asked, offering you a blanket. You shook your head and looked back at the TV. Hercules pressed play on the movie and Alex turned off the lights before sitting in between Hercules and John. Some names flashed on the screen and you tried to guess what movie it might be. Then a single word flashed across the screen. IT. 

Oh fuck you guys!” you yelled. “Gimme that.” you mumbled to Lafayette. You took part of his blanket so you were now sharing it. Hercules and Alexander were dying of laughter. You glared at them over the blanket, which was pulled up to your nose. Lafayette looked down at you with a smile. 

You were probably half way through the movie, and you were clinging onto Lafayette’s arm for dear life. 

“It is fine, it is not even real.”  he whispered in your ear. 

“I know..” your voice was shaking and your head was almost completely under the blanket you and Lafayette were still sharing. He put an arm around you to hug you, but he didn’t pull away. 

Was he? Were you? 


The clown reappeared on your TV screen, and you decided not to think too much into it. You would’ve let anybody cuddle you at the point. But you were glad it was Lafayette. He smelled amazing like fresh bread and soap. He looked down at you and smiled. You blushed and turned back to the movie just as something jumped out at you. You squealed and buried your head in Lafayette’s side. You felt his ribs shake with laughter so you hit him in the stomach. You felt kind of like a little kid all curled up into Lafayette with your legs up to your chest, pretending a blanket could save you from the big scary monsters. 

A little bell chimed, signaling that the pizzas were finally done. Lafayette got up to go get them. 

“I’ll help!” you chimed, bouncing up. You were eager to get away from the movie. You followed Lafayette into the kitchen. Once you got there, you felt like you could finally breathe. In the light, you noticed a bit of flour clinging to Lafayette’s cheek. Without thinking, you reached your hand up and brushed it away with your thumb. You pulled your hand back quickly when you realized what you’d done. You turned around to hide your blush. 

“So should I-” Lafayette grabbed your arm and spun you around. His placed his hands on the small of your back and pulled you into him. His lips met yours quickly. You could nothing but stand there wide-eyed for a moment, but you soon leaned into his lips, your hands gripping his arms. Lafayette pulled away and stepped back. 

Je suis désolé I just. You were scared and it made me feel really protective and-” 

You leaned up and kissed him. 

“Don’t be sorry.” you said with a smirk. Lafayette smiled at you. You heard the door of the kitchen slam shut. 

“THINGS ARE HEATING UP IN THE KITCHEN Y’ALL” Laurens yelled. Lafayette face palmed and you blushed deeply. 

“We should get these pizzas in their mouths. Maybe, they’ll stop using them.” 

You laughed slightly and helped Lafayette cut the pizzas up. You may or may not have been staring at him arms the whole time. When you got back to the living room, all three boys were looking at you with grins on their faces. 

“One word from any of you, and nobody gets pizza.” Lafayette said. The mumbled angrily and grabbed slices. The movie started again. You were still scared, but it was overshadowed by lots of joy. After IT you got to pick the next movie, since you had to sit through a scary one. You stayed for another two movies. You wanted to stay longer, but Alex refused to leave before you claiming he “didn’t want to be an uncle yet.” Alex gave you so much shit while the two of you walked to your car. 

You were laying down in bed, unable to sleep because your mind kept switching from Lafayette’s lips to a freaky clown, when your phone chimed next to you. 

French Fry

We should not have watched that movie. I can’t fucking sleep. 

I found a diary while I was out hiking in New Hampshire. I have to admit, I’m thoroughly creeped out by what was written inside.

by reddit user iia/ tumblr user unsettlingstories

The diary was from a while ago; 21 years, according to the dates. It was sealed really well in plastic wrap and stuffed in a watertight bag. If I hadn’t hit the thing with my shovel when digging a hole to take a dump, I never would’ve found it. I wish that would’ve been the case because I can’t stop thinking about the stuff I read. I’m only going to share the fucked up parts, but all I’m leaving out is the lady talking about how she and her husband were spending the month camping and having a good time. There, I just saved you 5 pages. Here’s where it got weird:

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zach had a feeling that she’d been doing what she had to piss him off, get some sort of reaction out of him and it had worked like a fucking charm. it had started with her going out in the skimpiest clothes possible, making sure that all eyes were on her in the club and there was no denying that was the case. the good thing was that zach knew there were eyes on him too, being an nfl quarterback got you that kind of attention. any other night and he would have been using that to his advantage, fucking a stranger in the bathroom while his girlfriend was dancing, but that wasn’t gonna be happening, at least not anymore. it was obvious the two of them were together with the way they danced, zach grinding his crotch against her ass as they were surrounded by bodyguards, but that didn’t stop one punk coming over and dancing in front of her, hands on her hips as she was pressed between the two of them. one of zach’s biggest problems was how jealous and paranoid he got so when she didn’t push his hands away, zach lost it, sending the guy flying to the floor with one punch. there would be articles written about him in the morning but he didn’t give a fuck, all he cared about was having a good night and guys knowing where they stood, which the guy on the floor didn’t. wrapping his hand around his girlfriend’s wrist, zach dragged her through the crowd, not stopping until they were outside where he led her down an alley. with bodyguards blocking the view for other people, zach slammed her against the wall, hand wrapping around her throat as he held her there. “you think it’s okay to dance with other guys like a fucking whore, huh? who the fuck do you think you are?” it came out as an almost snarl as he looked into her eyes, hand tightening. “do you know how lucky you are to be dating me?”

I’ve been re-watching Gargoyles because I used to watch it all the time as a kid but I didn’t remember anything about it except that there were gargoyles that were stone during the day and came alive at night. I’m into season 2 now and I can’t help but wonder why more people aren’t talking about the main human character. 

In case you’re not familiar with the show or have forgotten, meet Elisa Maza, New York police officer. Not only is she a good person (she shows again and again that she is dedicated to upholding the law and doing what is just and fair for all involved) but she’s also pretty badass. 

She doesn’t always have the brute strength to beat her enemies in hand-to-hand combat (though she can put up quite a fight) but she makes up for it tenfold with her sharp wit. She’s very good at using her surroundings to her advantage, tracking down criminals, and figuring out the plans of the various villains and magical creatures she and her gargoyle friends encounter.

She also survived a near-fatal gunshot wound (I won’t say who shot her, in case anyone wants to go back and watch the series) and was itching to get back on the job very soon after.

Some of you may have already picked this up but Elisa, in addition to being a badass, is a mixed-race woman of color. This is most of her family (her mother, father, and brother):

Her mother is African American and her father is Native American. Elisa, her brother Derek, and her sister Beth interact with the parts of their heritage on different levels so the show also explores, to an extent, what life is like for the kids in a multi-racial, mutli-cultural family.

I think it’s kind of sad that she doesn’t get more attention, especially here on tumblr where I’m constantly seeing posts asking for portrayals of strong women of color. Why aren’t we talking about Elisa Maza?

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Barry couldn’t stop staring at the way your lips would part when you couldn’t figure something out, or the way they pressed together when you were too deep in concentration.

“You okay Mr. Allen?” Harry came behind him and asked.

“Y-Yeah. Im fine.” The speedster managed to blurt out after a long pause.

“…Okay. Snow and Ramon went home already; you should probably do the same. I’ll be going to bed now in case you need me.” The older male obviously did not buy any of Barry’s excuses but decided that it would be better to not push this.

“Okay. I’ll just go say bye to Y/N and I’ll be out too. ‘Night Dr. Wells.”

“Have a good night Barry”

Barry made his way to you but you were too immersed in your research to even notice that the handsome young man left a trail of flying papers from how fast he ran to you.

He found it cute how you mumbled words to yourself about the things you were doing.

“…but the equation will not make sense…okay…twenty…good…no…seventy-five…”

“Y/N…” Barry whispered in your ear bringing you out of your world of thoughts.

“Oh- Hi, Barry… sorry, have you been calling me long?” You asked brushing a strand of hair and setting it behind your ear.

“No. Actually, I just came by to say good night.”

“Good night. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked pursing your lips hopeful for tomorrow for when you would finally see him since today you didn’t have time to have a ten second conversation with him.

There they were, those lips again, if only you knew the things you make him feel when you look at him like that.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked only realizing he said that out loud when your eyes went wide and lips parted in surprise. “i-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, it’s just that I think…uhh goodnight.” He turned to walk away but you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Barry… I umm like you. I have for a while but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.” You looked up at him only to see a smirk planted on his face and you couldn’t help but to smile too.

“I really like you too…” He brought himself closer to you and setting his hand on your waist to pull you close and his other hand was placed under your chin as he tilted your head up to meet his lips with your own in a sweet kiss.

I spent an evening surrounded by beautiful humans and bubbly and actual bubbles and giggles and wine and whiskey and cheese and baby’s breath. It was the kind of night you day dream about with a sigh. You believe you are content with fantasy because it would be too good to be true. I didn’t pinch myself all night, just in case.

(Although if it were a dream, I feel like the sadistick, flogger, dragon tail and @floatycrownythingz’s deceptively dangerous bare hand would have worked better than a pinch😉)

The Fight

A/N: Okay, well… this is my first angsty fic I’ve ever written so I honestly don’t know if it’s any good lol. I would really appreciate any feedback (good or bad) you guys would have :-) Quick summary: Reid and Reader get in a fight right before Spencer leaves for a case. Enjoy!!


You were about to go out on a much needed date night with your boyfriend, Spencer, when his phone went off – he checked it, then looked up at you with a look you knew too well.

“No. You cannot have another case, Spencer, you just got home!” You threw your purse down.

“Y/N, I know it’s hard and I’m sorry. But I really need to go – we can reschedule another date night soon, okay?” He began walking into the bedroom you two shared to grab his go-bag.

You rolled your eyes. You were sick of it – you and Spencer were a great couple when you actually got to be together. But his job tended to get in the way of that a lot.

Spencer walked into the living room where you were standing and wrapped his arms around you and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. “I’m really sorry, I know how much you were looking forward to this, but I promise I will make it up to you”

You took his arms off of your waist and stood with your arms across your chest. “This date is supposed to make up for the last time this happened. And the one before that. Spencer, we have tried this so many times - we barely see each other anymore!”

Spencer could see how angry you were getting, which was starting to get him riled up. “This is my job. This is my life. You knew that getting into this relationship. I’ll call you from the plane, okay?” he grabbed his go-bag.

Tears were starting to collect in your eyes. You couldn’t believe how insensitive he was being. “You’re really going to leave like this?” you barked at him.

You could see him clench his jaw. “Yes, I have a case. It’s an abduction of a little girl, she’s only 5 years old…” he began before you cut him off.

“Don’t you dare try to make me the bad guy here, Spencer. I feel bad for that little girl and her family, I really do, but the team can do this one case without you. Spencer, I need you home… please” You knew what you were asking for was a tall order, but there were 5 other profilers there that could help. He did not have to be there.

He let out a big sigh. “They need me, Y/N. I know I’m not around much, okay? But J.J. and Will make it work. Derek and Savannah make it work. Why can’t we?” He kept looking at his watch, which irritated you even more.

Enough was enough. “Look, Spencer, I know your job is very important to you. I just thought I was more important than that… apparently I was wrong” you threw your arms in the air dramatically.

“Y/N, you are important to me – you know that! Can we please just talk about this when we get back?” Spencer shouted at you, clearly just trying to get the argument wrapped up so he could leave.

“Just leave – go be the big super hero that you are and just leave!” you pointed out the door.

“Well, at least I contribute some good into the world, unlike you!” he shouted as he slammed the door behind him.

Your mouth gaped open at what he just said. You were a receptionist at your father’s construction company – you knew that you didn’t do the kind of good Spencer did, but it wasn’t fair of him to throw that in your face. It was such a bizarre insult, but the thought of him comparing your jobs by how much good you contributed into the world made you livid.

You sat on the couch for a moment to collect your thoughts, then decided what you had to do. This was so much more than his snarky comment when he stormed out – this was all the times he cancelled on you, the birthdays and anniversaries he missed, the late nights you had to fall asleep alone… you were just sick of it all. You needed to get away.

You stormed into the bedroom and got out your suitcase. You threw as much clothes and toiletries as you could stuff in there and zipped it up. If he couldn’t get his priorities straight, then you were going to decide for him. You dialed your mom’s phone number and pressed send.

“Mom? Hi… I was wondering if I could come home… indefinitely?”


Spencer sat slumped on the plane with his head resting on his hand after the team was briefed on the case. He couldn’t believe what he had said when he left. He didn’t even care what you did for a living nor did he think it was bad just because you didn’t do the kind of good he was doing, he was just mad. Rossi saw the look on his face and decided to get up and talk to him.

“What’s going on, kid? You usually would have read, oh probably 3 books by now, but I see you haven’t even touched your first one” Rossi urged him to spill what was going on.

Spencer decided not to fight him and just tell him what was going on. “Y/N and I got in a really big fight right before I left… she’s mad about how much I have to be gone for work and I said some things I really shouldn’t have… and then I just left on such a bad note…” he rubbed his forehead thinking about how bad things were.

Rossi processed what he just said then answered. “Look kid, I’m not sure if I’m the right person to be giving you advice considering the amount of divorces I’ve had, but I can tell you this: Y/N is a great girl, and I can tell how much she means to you. Maybe you need to take a little bit of time off to remind her of how special she is to you. And for goodness sakes, call her and apologize” he gave him a pat on the shoulder and Spencer gave him a weak smile.

He got out his phone and looked at his background – it was a picture of the two of you, faces pressed together with wide, right-in-the-middle-of-laughing smiles. He dialed your number, then pressed send.


You had just arrived at your mom’s house, when you felt your phone buzz. You looked at it, only to see Spencer’s smiling contact picture in your phone. You knew he was calling to apologize, but you didn’t want to hear it. You pressed the ignore button, then proceeded to walk into your childhood home.

“Hi, sweetie” your mom gave you a sad smile as she embraced you. You let the tears you had been holding in go into her shoulder, as she rubbed your back. You went inside and laid on the couch with your head in her lap, as you told her about what happened – and how you didn’t know what this meant for you and Spencer.

Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing

Requested by anon: Dean catches the reader masturbating.

Word Count: 1678

Warning: Smut

A/N: Man, this one has NO plot, just smut, and I’m okay with that.

“Good morning,” Dean smirked.

God, you were not prepared to deal with his smugness. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. You, Dean, and Sam, hunted together, and you stayed in the bunker with them when you weren’t on a case. Privacy was nonexistent, and the three of you were okay with that. It was only a matter of time before one of you interrupted the other during a…private moment. Dean didn’t have to act like it was a huge occasion.

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psa to everyone going thru any sort of ‘haunted maze’ this year

be nice to the actors

be nice to the actors

be nice to the actors

they work their butts off so that you can have a good time and a good scare!! its a LOT of work to put on makeup night after night, and then shuffle into over-sized outfits just so you can scream at people until 3 in the morning. its cold, and its wet, and its hard work. theres too many cases of these actors being abused because they were doing their job; my family often comes home sick and hoarse because we scream too much during the month of october.

what to do in a haunted maze:

- DONT drink, smoke, or take any other sort of nonmedical drug before entering; the way you smell can make the actors sick, and the way you act under influence can put the actors and other customers in danger.

- treat the props with as much respect as you would a person; one of my scenes last year had ‘bodies’ hanging from the sealing, and people would punch them out of place and incidentally hit and injure other people with them. not only that, but it ruined the experience for other customers because broken props arent as scary.

- if you feel unsafe because of an actor, or you are on the verge of an anxiety/panic attack, contact one of the workers. there should almost always be a security guard in whatever area you are in. if you need to leave, they will lead to to the nearest exit.

- remember that you paid good money to have this experience. the maze i work in can cost anywhere from 30 to 50 bucks a person - and its a shame to be kicked out 10 minutes in because you cant act like a decent human being. (its happened plenty of times before. we arent afraid to kick you out.)

(feel free to add any other major what to do’s/what NOT to do’s that i missed.)

a few horror house horror stories:

two years ago, my sister worked on a bus, and the smell lingered in there the entire night because the smoke just got trapped in there. my sister suffers from chronic daily migraines, and the smell of cigs/similar items didn’t help her head at all; and thats not including all the screaming she did for 5 hours into the night.

last year, my mom worked as the clown, and a man twice her size blocked her into a corner and kicked her down until a security guard could get to him; all because she scared him and his friends made fun of him. she had a black eye for weeks.

two actors (teenage girls) were acting as a part we call the ‘well girls’; they got hypothermia and had to quit halfway thru the night because it was too cold. one of the girls fingers were blue.

another actor got heatstroke; he was a big guy, and his costume was basically a huge fuzzy cocoon made to look like sasquatch. 

the girl playing as red riding hood was sexually harassed at least once a night, if not twice; she was older and knew how to handle herself, but she had to have a guard stationed next to her at all times because of this.

(feel free to add any more if you’ve got them; i know there are a million stories to be told.)

(i could go on but i actually have to leave for work in 10 minutes.)

TL;DR: just have common sense okay it sucks to work that late and in such conditions and we dont need a bunch of jerks ruining our night because they feel like we need to be punished for doing our jobs correctly

we have fun when u guys have fun, so knock urself out and scream as much u want as long as ur not a jerk about it

TITLE:  I Guess This is Growing Up


AUTHOR: the-stuttering-kiwi

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being another child that Odin has brought back to Asgard to raise along side Thor and Loki.  Thor is always the older brother but even from a young age there is no denying the connection between you and Loki.

RATING: Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: GUyyyyyyssss thank you all so much! It amazes me that I still have you attention with this fic! And in case anyone is wondering I am still working on Blood of my Blood, I just hit a wall with it.

And it’s all downhill from here

Your good intentions slowly turn to bitterness

Re-occurring episodes with each and every kiss

And I can tell you’re going through the motions

I figured you were acting out your part

Once again we’re playing up emotion

Which one of us will burn until the end

New Found Glory - All Downhill From Here

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The Perks of Being an Art Major

Zel dropped his book bag at the door and set the 18"x24" sketchbook from his late life drawing class on the kitchen table. Everything seemed to drag on extra slowly today and he was just glad to be back here.

“Seb! You here?” he called out as he unzipped his hoodie, though not speaking too loud in case his roommate was sleeping.  The two shared a small two-bedroom apartment off campus and while Zel would have preferred to be on his own, he couldn’t really afford it. His supplies for school took up a good portion of his income, and goodness knows waiting tables at a pub just barely made ends meet.

Sighing a little after not hearing an immediate answer, he plodded towards the fridge and opened it, only to find that their leftovers from the previous night were gone as well as two beers. “Are you fucking kidding me…” he hissed beneath his breath, slamming the door. “I put a note on that stuff, too, an’ you know it!” he growled, a bit louder this time.


Zutara Month Day 18: End of the World

(I’m not even sorry for this)

“Keep hitting refresh!”  Katara screamed as she tried to reload Fandango on her phone.

“I’m trying!”  Zuko shouted as he opened another tab, just in case.  

“We have to get tickets!  I can’t not see Star Wars on opening night!”

“I got in!  There are tickets still for the 17th!”  Zuko quickly scrolled down to find a good theater.  “8 pm good for you?”

“Yes we can get dinner and then go buy the tickets or I break up with you,” Katara commanded.  Zuko clicked on the show time and cursed softly as the page took almost a minute to load.  One quick PayPal sign in later and tickets were acquired.  “I love you!”  Katara kissed him in thanks.

“It’s not like this is the end of the world or anything,” Toph said.  “You’ve not seen a space battle once you’ve not seen them all.”

following in the night *open starter

    Walking down the hall, she could have swore she heard someone walking after her. Of course, there were people in front of her laughing and talking but they were too far for her to hear every single noise. When she turned around she realised nobody was following her.   ‘ It must have been Peeves.’ she thought out loud as she continued walking ; she didn’t knew where she was going - but she was going somewhere.

    Holding the daily prophet close to her chest, she finally let tears fall down her cheeks now that she lost the happy group that used to walk in front of her. She just found out that her little brother was almost killed, gasping for air - she stopped walking when she heard that noise again. Quickly she wiped her tears before turning around and facing the person.

  “ Can I help you? Cause’ it must be a certain reason of why you are following me, right? “ her voice was silent, even if she didn’t intended it to be silent. She was this close to burst out crying, awful thoughts about how she could have saved her brother from being trapped in St Mungo’s Hospital if she would have been there. But with all that, she was showing no emotions, narrowing an eyebrow at the person who followed her ; just hoping that her eyes aren’t puffy red.