im sitting in the hongkong airport literally laughing out loud to myself like a fucking crazy person because the entire food court is asian foods and theres just this one place in the center called the fucking spaghetti house and its just full of white people im in tears and im alone
Yeah I imagine it'd be kinda like Hercules. When Link loses the Triforce he becomes less confident and brave but eventually learns he doesn't need it or whatever.
When Link realizes he doesn’t need the triforce to be courageous, the power returns to him and defeats Ganondorf! (Imagine the ending of Hercules where he punches Hades in the face, only Link punches Ganondorf)
Ok I always imagine ginny being really short and Harry really tall and him making fun of her for being short so could u pleeaaassse write a fluffy fic about this?
A/N: I don’t think I followed the prompt exactly, but I think it’s pretty close to what you wanted? This is kind of bizarre. It started with a prompt and somehow we
got here 2,000+ words later. I made myself laugh, so hopefully you will too :)
Ginny didn’t mind being short. Really. In fact it had benefited her often
in her personal and professional
life. People, whether brothers or Quidditch opponents, constantly
underestimated her abilities and sheer gritty determination based solely on
what some would call her…diminutive stature. Plus, for the every day
stuff, she’s a witch, so it isn’t like reaching the top shelf is a big deal.
With a quick flick of her wand, that all important and nearly forgotten packet
of biscuits flies into her waiting hands, read to be devoured.
So, it’s safe to say Ginny didn’t much think about her height, compensating
with skill and a fiery personality that practically begged someone to give her a reason to perform a bat bogey hex.
This was the state of affairs for most of her existence; that is until
she moved in with Harry and he decided to show off how tall he was any chance he got.
Somehow, the blasted man always manages to show up when Ginny is about to
retrieve something from its high perch – whether a clean set of sheets, Harry’s
old Weasley jumper, or the sack of flour she only pulls out when a sudden need
to be domestic washes over her on a lazy Saturday afternoon. No matter
the object, as soon as she tries to summon it, his long, lanky hand appears and
he’s handing it to her with that stupid smile she wants to kiss and smack in
equal parts. Perhaps not equal, he is
rather cute, but there’s still a definite need to smack…and then maybe kiss
Anyway. One particular evening,
Ginny decided this had gone on long enough, and after a fortifying cup of tea
so strong her spoon stood up in it, that may or may not have had a shot or
three of firewhisky in it, she had resolved to confront her beast of a husband.
Well not a beast but she has to get revved up and name-calling helps, a
practice Gwenog encourages and Molly Weasley tolerates with flared nostrils and
violently clicking knitting needles.
And so it was that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, youngest seeker in a
century, Auror extraordinaire, came to be stuck to his own kitchen cabinets
with his wife tapping her foot impatiently.
I was running to where I knew the team would be at along the rooftops. After a little bit I got to the edge of the roof. I knelt down on the edge of the roof to see them surrounded by demons.
“Do they always get into trouble like this when I’m not around?” I asked no one in particular. I laughed to myself. I gathered my strength and blue light started to surround my hands and then snow started to form. I shot my powers of ice and snow down toward the demons and completely covered them. When the snow cleared the demons were frozen solid in ice. I smirked to myself and stood up straight.
“Well it’s about damn time that you showed up Y/N!” Jace yelled up to me. I looked at them and chuckled.
“Oh! You would have been just fine without me. Just a bit more beat up.” I yelled back. I could tell from the rooftop that he rolled his eyes. I started laughing and so did the rest.