• Marcus tells Adrian first.
  • He’s mumbling and nervous, unwilling to look Adrian in the face.
  • He flinches when a hand falls on his shoulder, but Adrian’s grip remains strong. 
  • “We’ll need to do something about your hair then. You completely butchered it.”
  • Marcus gapes at Adrian and then can’t help the bubble of laughter that comes up when Adrian gives him a warm smile.
  • The process is a bit chaotic as Adrian does his best to fix Marcus’ attempt at a hair cut, but when he’s finished, Marcus is pleased.
  • He doesn’t have time to say his thanks as he’s whisked from the bathroom and then has piles and piles of Adrian’s uniforms tossed into his arms.
  • “I don’t think I’m that much bigger than you, at least one of these should fit.”
  • Marcus heart lifts because finally he doesn’t have to wear his old clothes anymore.
  • Not unless he wants of course. He’s not afraid to admit his legs do look nice when he’s wearing a skirt.
  • After a few tweaks and questions of, “How does your chest feel?”, Marcus finally thinks he’s ready for their next class.
  • Adrian sticks by his side as they leave the common room, the both of them ignoring the few stares, but it’s not until they see students from other houses that Marcus starts to get nervous.
  • Taking a deep breath, Marcus focuses on the feeling of Adrian with him and the thought that he is Marcus.
  • He can hear the whispers of other students though and musters his best glare as he and Adrian make their way up to class. 
  • Most of it, he can handle because it’s not that much different from before, but seeing the Gryffindors when he enters the classroom is another story.
  • He can feel their stares despite the fact that barely anyone has taken notice of his entrance in the room.
  • Marcus presses closer to Adrian as they take their seats and he buries his face into one of the textbooks.
  • “Looking good, Flint,” a familiar, too familiar, voice comments from nearby.
  • However, it’s not filled with sarcasm or disgust like Marcus had expected. He glances up from his book and swallows when Oliver’s eyes are still on him.
  • “It’s Marcus now,” spills from his mouth, his finger toying with the page of the book.
  • “Marcus,” Oliver repeats. “I’ll remember that.”
  • A small smile threatens its way onto Marcus’ face, but Oliver’s already turned away and the class has started. 
  • Marcus barely focuses on the lesson however because Oliver
  • Oliver goddamn Wood
  • had said Marcus.

For the Anon who asked me something with Kanjiklub. I hope you like it!

♡Stay Safe♡

Normally I don’t do this, but everyone should block  c/ringeyreblogs (without the slash). Don’t go on their blog (lots of nsfw stuff) but they’re targeting anti blogs, chire/kidcore blogs, and maybe mental illness blogs (they haven’t yet but I wouldn’t put it past them). They’re just some jerk who likes making fun of people, but it’s best to block them before they interact with you.

@fxck-ddlg I hope it’s ok if I @ you in this post as you had an experience with the nasty blog ( 。 ╯ ㅅ ╰ 。 )

Time Machine - Ingridarcher - Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Time Machine

Chapter 1 - Time Machine

The first real shipfic I’ve posted, I think. For a super-obscure ship(Tracer x Genji) with like 2 fans on earth.


Genji sighed at Mercy’s familiar, purse-lipped, knowing smile. “It’s been five years, Dr. Zieglar. I don’t think she wants-”

“GENJI!” A voice called from across the room, and far too fast, something zipped towards him, then bowled him over onto the floor. He looked up, and Lena Oxton was over him, grinning ear to ear.

“It really is you, isn’t it? It’s not just some jerk in a mask messin’ with me, eh?”

Genji shifted underneath her and said, quietly, “No, it’s me. Hello, Ms. Oxton.”


Current mood.

anonymous asked:

I love Mode Bella!!! They are beautiful and so very cool!!! They have to deal with a lot of nasty people and a lot of times they have to repeat themselves over and over just because some jerk decided to shit on someone, but they never give up and they constantly hold their own. I hope they feel better and know that they are loved and appreciated for being the big beautiful person they are.

Originally posted by abritandayank

I’d like to add, in light of recent conversations going around Tumblr, that is it perfectly all right to blog about what you don’t like. If you don’t understand a ship, or a character, or a show, and you want to post about it, feel free. Because in the end, it’s your blog and you can post whatever you want. 


Don’t tag it. Don’t tag your anti-ship stuff with the ship name. Don’t tag your character hate with the character name. Tag it anti ~ship~ or ~character~ hate. Let people who like the thing like it. 

And people who like something–as long as those who don’t aren’t being mean about it, leave them alone. This goes for morally grey characters, too. If you’re fascinated by their complexity, that’s cool. But if other fans of the show or movie or book find them less redeemable than you do… that doesn’t mean they don’t understand the character, or that they need to read the books again. It means they view the character differently than you do, and that needs to be okay. 

soma week day 5 - skinny dipping

hurt/comfort anyone?

i promise no one bites the dust this time.



Black*Star dropped his shorts, mooned the lot of them and canonballed into Kid’s pool. Someone whimpered – it could’ve been Tsubaki or Kid, honestly, Maka wasn’t sure. All she knew was that Patti leapt in right behind him, sans clothing and fists high in the air.

Maka slowly shot a glance to her partner. He was not oogling Patti, thank goodness, and instead had taken to jamming his hands into his pockets and looking any and everywhere but the pool, where Black*Star had taken to commanding that they “GET IN THE POOL RIGHT NOW MORTALS” or else he’d “INTRODUCE THEM TO THE WRATH OF A GOD.”

She squirmed where she stood and shuffled closer to the safety of her partner. There was power in numbers, and while Soul might not’ve been the best fighter, he at least looked intimidating. Their friends didn’t need to know that her partner was a closeted lap dog and all around puppy, and that he spent his time lounging on the couch in his pajamas with his head in her lap. For the time being, she’d let them think he was more shark than man, all sharp teeth and frightening red eyes.

Kim dove into the pool and Maka shot Soul another look. If he caught a peek of Kim’s (admittedly) nice ass, he didn’t show it. Jackie squawked and Kim beckoned her in, raising herself out of the water enough for Maka to realize just how busty her fellow lady meister was.

Soul looked particularly mournful, and perhaps there was something to be said about the downsides of being a faithful weapon. He sympathetically watched Jackie swim toward her meister, her bare back slender and regal amidst the moonlight.

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Daily Monster 296: Buggane

Region of origin: Isle of Man

Ogre-like boggarts from the Isle of Man, bugganes were brutish but generally solitary creatures, content to live away from in burrows and ruins unless disturbed (or, like people, some were just jerks looking to pick a fight), at which point they could use their great strength to mete out destruction. To this end, fairies would use bugganes as hired muscle to enact punishment on mortals who had somehow offended them.