light off the fireworks

First Kisses

Their first kiss wasn’t spectacular. No one stood in the background, waiting to light off fireworks while hordes of people cheered and applauded. There was no performance at all, really.

The fact of the matter is that their first kiss was on a Tuesday night, and Draco was making Harry stay up with him to study for a Defense Against the Dark Arts exam they had the next morning. They were the only ones in the common room. But Harry looked at the clock and realized it wasn’t Tuesday night anymore, it was actually Wednesday morning, and somehow during their studying they’d slumped over onto each other, eyelids weighed down with sleep. The fire had all but burned out, the glowing coals casting a dim orange light across the two boys on the overstuffed sofa…

It wasn’t spectacular. They just sort of… fell together, I suppose, melting into each other, and Harry wasn’t sure where his mouth ended and Draco’s began anymore. He kept falling. Harry hoped he’d never hit the ground.


Their first kiss was in the rain after Harry and Draco were both shit-faced drunk, stumbling out of the bar while still swaying in time to the pumping music inside. Harry’s glasses were askew, and his cheeks were flushed, and god, his pupils were so dilated… Draco had intended on mapping out every corner of Harry’s face so he could remember it later when he went home alone like usual, but when he straightened Harry’s glasses for him, his hands lingered against his cheeks, thumbs tracing Harry’s lips. Their foreheads pressed together. He could feel Harry’s breath against his mouth and when he finally closed the remaining space between them, Harry’s wand shot out sparks and singed Draco’s coat. If you weren’t looking closely as you walked past them in the dark, you’d think it was one cloaked figure, standing very still outside the crowded bar.

Draco didn’t go home alone ever again after that night.


Their first kiss was in the eighth-year common room, surrounded by friends who had all had far too much firewhiskey to drink. It was Harry’s turn, and his face was already beet red. He wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or from what was about to happen, but he wasn’t sure that mattered right now. He spun the bottle as hard as it would go. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and the bottle just kept going… There was no way there wasn’t magic involved in how long it took it to stop spinning. Maybe he was so drunk, it had stopped spinning hours ago and he just hadn’t noticed.

The room went silent.

Harry was particularly aware of the fact that there was a floor beneath him, and something else underneath, and he felt entirely too heavy to hold up. He looked at who the bottle pointed towards and wished the floorboards would give way to send him plummeting into whatever room was beneath them.

And Ron was assuring him that no, if he really didn’t want to, he didn’t have to do it, but Pansy started chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and made everyone else join in. Hell, even Hermione was pumping her fists and chanting, and all of the blood in Harry’s body rushed to his head. He was most definitely a deep shade of scarlet now.

He looked up from his lap, though, and inches in front of him was the one person he never thought he’d touch in a way that wasn’t with malintent, and his eyes were already closed.

Draco tasted like peppermint and booze. The first time, at least.


Their first kiss was full of fire and anger and sweat, and they were seventeen. There was no one left in the showers after Slytherin lost another Quidditch match to Gryffindor, and Draco was convinced Harry had cheated. He’d almost had the snitch. He could have beat him for the first time in his life. Draco punched first, hitting the hard brick wall and bloodying his knuckles when Harry ducked out of the way. Harry’s face was covered in dirt and neither of them had much in the way of a hairstyle after playing out in a rainstorm for several hours. But Draco couldn’t think about Harry’s unkempt hair or muddy face right now, because somehow Harry had pinned him up against the wall, breathing hard and muttering something about how Draco should think very hard about what he did next…

Harry had hickeys landscaped across his chest for days.


Their first kiss was confusing for both of them. Of course Snape had paired them together for potions again, and Harry was prepared to sit back and let Draco do all the work again, but they were being watched so Draco thrust into Harry’s arms some things to chop up that had nothing to do with what they were brewing. Harry was getting a Dreadful in this class and he wasn’t sure how he was going to finish school if he flunked out.

“I’ll help you,” Draco mumbled, and Harry became aware that he had somehow managed to say all of this out loud.

“You’ll what?” asked Harry, dumbfounded.

“I said I’ll help you, you git,” Draco sneered, “McGonagall wants me to do something for the less fortunate because it might help me get a job when we get out of here.”

So Harry agreed, and for two hours on Saturday nights Harry and Draco had a scheduled slot of time to argue study. They’d never spent time alone together though, at least not for this long, and Harry began to notice little things about Draco. Like how when Draco was thinking hard about something, he flossed his hands through his hair, pulling it all off of his forehead and accentuating his widow’s peak. He looked like a blond vampire like that. It was a good look on him.

“What did you just say?” questioned Draco, one eyebrow raised. Harry had thought out loud again. Shit. He tried to think of something to cover up what he’d just said, but it was all out in the open now. He couldn’t backtrack on something like that. Draco looked beyond pleased with himself, and Harry felt his jaw clench. That git.

God, Draco got under his skin, but here, in the empty potions classroom, alone, he looked…

God.

He got under his skin so much that skin was all Harry could think about now. Draco’s skin. It was softer than he’d ever imagined. And his lips were another story.


And that’s what I love about fanfiction. The fact that we can write into existence hundreds of first kiss, each one unique in it’s own way, but each one dripping with more magic than anything you can cast with your wand. Each one the jumping off point for an infinite universe of stories, love, heartbreak, and laughter. So here’s to beginnings. Here’s to more first kisses.


Thank you @parkkate for reminding me of the post I made a few months ago that fell along this line! I figured I’d have at it once again like I did with the other post I made yesterday since I don’t really remember anything I wrote last time! 

Fireworks are Weird

With the approach of the 4th of July, and my own town’s weekend fireworks display occurring in view of my window as I write this, I got to thinking.  

Fireworks would be BAFFLING to an alien races.

I’m not sure which would be worse.  Being taken by surprise by the bright flashes and loud cracks and pops in the sky, panicking because those could only be the first signs of a deadly attack, complete with shells whistling through the air, or seeing people buying the things by the truckload, not just for professional use, but to simply light off in their back yard.

—-

“Human-Steve, what are "Fireworks”?  I see places of business opening out of nowhere with no information or advertisements beyond the single word.“

"Well, they’re.. Hmm.. I guess you’d call them toys, or maybe single-use decorations?  They make bright lights in a bunch of different colors, and loud noises, and we use them to celebrate important events.”

The alien nodded, a gesture it had learned meant understanding.  "Ah, I see.  Digitally projected entertainment.  We have similar devices on our world, though-“

Steve held up a hand, shaking his head.  "Digital?  No, no, no,” he chuckled.  "They’re little explosives.  Gunpowder packed with different kinds of material to burn in different colors when we launch them.“

"Ex- explosives?”  The alien wringed two of its three pairs of hands, putting the other pair on the sides of its head.  "Surely you jest!  I saw families, children purchasing these fireworks!“

"Nah, they’re harmless.  I mean, every year there’s an idiot or two that blows his hand off or sets his hair on fire, but I mean, they’re usually doing something stupid to begin with.”

The alien has no reply to this.  What reply could there possibly be?

unamedwatcher  asked:

Did you really convince little Steve Rogers that the fireworks on the fourth of July were for his birthday?

actually no. 

that was the handiwork of one mrs sara rogers, who used to take her little asthmatic arrhythmic tiny baby son on the roof to watch the fireworks on his birthday. (mostly so that they didnt have to be in the apartment with steves dad, who had shellshock which he medicated with waaaay too much alcohol, and he was always worse on the fourth, since it sounded like there were explosions going off everywhere. steves dad died when he was three, and my ma said once that mrs rogers might have missed him, but she didnt miss the bruises he left.)

 as it happened, that was how i first met steve–on the roof of the building when i was four and he was turning three. i actually remember it, which is pretty incredible considering how old i was and how swiss-cheese my brain is. but there was mrs sara, with her tiny little baby on her hip. i’d never seen anybody so fair-skinned and blonde as mrs sara and stevie, and the lights off the fireworks painted them all sorts of colors. most of the other little kids were crying and had to be brought inside because the noise scared them, but not baby stevie–he was reaching his little bitty baby hands up, trying to grab the sparkly fireworks. probably the noise didnt bother him because he was partially deaf, but mrs sara always insisted that it was just that he had more courage than could fit inside him. 

generally, she also mentioned that all that courage had taken up the space where his common sense was supposed to be. 

when steve was three, he said his favorite color was america–by which he meant red, white, and blue, because that was the colors for his birthday, and everyone always celebrated with him.

even after mrs sara died, us barneses kept up the fireworks story, and i passed it on to the howlies eventually. 

i dont know how old steve was when he figured out that the whole city wasnt just throwing him a huge birthday celebration, but im sure that if you asked him, he’d still insist the fireworks were for him.

whatever PR schmuck decided to name him captain america probably had no idea how accurate a name it was. 

Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

6

Oregon’s Columbia River Gorge, the area known for Multnomah Falls was set on fire yesterday by kids lighting off fireworks and is causing massive issues from smoke and ash to major evacuations of stranded hikers and towns full of scared and worried people. This is devastating both in loss of beauty and nature and of memories and homes of many folks here. Please send love. This is scary.

🌲Help your Tree Hugging Friends in the PNW🌲

If you know anything about the PNW… It’s that we are on fire right now. The government and other people are focusing on hurricane relief, while we are also suffering. We have been suffering from fires for a month now. Almost nowhere in the state of Oregon is it safe to be outside, whether it be from fires or the smoke from them. Hundreds of thousands of acres of land have been burnt and it’s only getting worse. It’s only spreading more. Every day the smoke here gets worse. I literally woke up feeling sick and have a headache from it. We are losing more and more precious landmarks and vacation spots every day and people are at risk of losing their homes. My favorite places to visit and swim at are now destroyed and won’t ever be the same. And it only took a matter of days. These aren’t happening far from home either, only a 30 minute drive from Portland.

Some of it is from thunderstorms. But some of it (the worst and most devastating of it) is from senseless acts of people lighting off fireworks and leaving their campfires unattended. They’re from people having no respect and carelessness for others and the place they live.

And because of the hurricanes on the east coast… We aren’t being helped. The government isn’t sending anyone over here to help combat the fires. We are doing it ourselves. We are going it with countless volunteers and people who care. It’s frustrating of course that we don’t have enough resources to do more and slow the fires down faster (most of them are 0% contained…and there are a LOT of fires), but we are all doing what we can because we care. We care about where we live. We care about nature. We care about one another. The PNW spirit is strong y'all and we sure love it here.

If you’re from the PNW and want to help, visit gorgefriends.org they’re organizing restoration volunteer efforts. And if you can’t volunteer or live too far away, the biggest help you can be is to donate money to groups here, especially the Hood River fire department.

If you can donate $1 to Hurricane victims… you can donate $1 to forest fire victims too.


I hope to see some of you out there once volunteer missions start up.💘

Hcs for Hanzo, Genji, Gabe, Jack, and Jesse watching fireworks with their s/o

Hanzo

  • Hanzo wouldn’t say much, really. He’d be watching them, practically mesmerized by the colors, and appreciating the beauty of them in every way.
  • He’d also have you pulled fairly close, an arm around your waist with his other one being used to hold himself up on the ground.
  • He’d spare glances at you every now and then, probably in between the waves of fireworks, and just watch you enjoy yourself.
  • You’d tug on his shirt and point at the ones that really caught your attention, and he’d only hum in response and nod.
  • You wouldn’t notice his stares until close to the end of the show, and when you did, he’d admit to it wholeheartedly. He’d hold up his hands in surrender and press a small kiss to your temple.
  • “You looked so happy watching them, my blossom, I couldn’t speak up.”
  • You two would head home, and after the show, he would have most likely bought some sparklers from a firework store himself.
  • He’d light one for both of you, and he’d let his burn. But you? You’d do everything with yours; draw in the air with it, write your names, or just wave it around. And all the while, Hanzo would watch and appreciate how lucky he was to be with you.
  • Afterwards, you’d ask him why he watched you so much and didn’t enjoy himself like you did.
  • “I can’t help myself…your beauty captivates me.”

Genji

  • He really enjoys the giant green fireworks that fade out to yellow, sparkling in the sky as they die out.
  • He’ll sit next to you, the both of you wrapped up in a huge blanket. His head lays on your shoulder, hair tickling your cheek.
  • He has to excuse himself for a moment, but the fireworks are so loud, you couldn’t hear his reason.
  • He’ll come back just to surprise you with his own “fireworks.”
  • You’d hear a loud BANG behind you, right next to your butt.
  • Giggling, he’ll hand you a box of those little poppers you throw at the ground.
  • As you two listen to the fireworks behind you, beautiful colors silhouetting your shadows, the two of you will be having a great time making each other dance around the exploding bags of pebbles.
  • You’d stop to watch some particularly amazing fireworks, pointing them out to Genji so he doesn’t miss any really cool ones!
  • Genji suggests bringing in a ping pong paddle to play popper ping pong, but it’s just a really bad idea that could end up minorly burning someone.
  • The two of you don’t really think about the mess you’ll have to clean up later until the main show is over and the two of you are stepping on sharp rocks and paper.

Gabriel

  • He’d probably not take you to the firework show in town, saying it’s “ridiculous” or “irrelevant” and that “we can have our own show at home.”
  • You’d kind of not agree with him, and do your best to persuade him into going to the show, but he’d win, like always.
  • You’d be waiting at home when he returned with the fireworks. You’d be expecting some measly little packages of sparklers and smoke bombs, and maybe some sizzlers, but what you see would surprise you tenfold. Four large packages, all varying in contents – they’d come up to the height of your waist, fucking hell – and Gabe would only have a smug smirk on his face as you look at them.
  • You’d still kind of not enjoy doing fireworks at home, but when Gabe sat you down in a safe area while he prepared them, you’d cross your arms and wait for the inevitable forest fire.
  • But– there would be none. He’d scare you at first, suddenly lighting one of the more larger fireworks, and when it went off in the air, you’d let out a yelp.
  • But…watching them, you’d find them pretty neat. They’d all be dazzling colors; red, green, blue, orange, yellow. They’d go off, continuously, and Gabe would suddenly appear next to you.
  • “Do you like them, mi amor?”
  • “Yes, Gabriel. I think they’re fabulous. Thank you.”
  • “Told you that this would have been better than the show in town.”

Jack

  • He’ll be grilling up some food for the big show in the park. The two of you are out for a picnic while you watch the fireworks.
  • “You want a dog or a burger?”
  • He’d like to think he is “Grillmaster: 76” but his grilling skills aren’t exactly up to par with his fighting ability.
  • He’s got his large cooler full of soda and beer.
  • When he’s done making dinner for the two of you, you’ll both sit and try to enjoy your charred meals.
  • Just add a little more salt, maybe then you can stomach it.
  • Or just wait until after the show to eat.
  • You’ll both be sipping your drinks, watching the beautiful fireworks light up the sky.
  • He’s relatively silent when watching them, rarely commenting on how nice a few of them look.
  • It’s not particularly exciting to sit and watch fireworks with Jack, but it’s nice to just relax next to him and forget about the struggles in the world.

McCree

  • He’d be hooting and hollering over every gigantic explosion with his arm draped around your shoulders.
  • “Whew, what a beauty!”
  • He’ll whistle at the LOUDEST most OBNOXIOUS booms.
  • He’ll be drunk. He really likes to celebrate when the big fireworks are out.
  • He has definitely purchased confetti pistols for the event. Handing you one of your favorite color, he’ll challenge you to a duel.
  • The triggers on these pistols are always incredibly hard to pull and there’s always the chance you’re going to burn your hand when the gunpowder goes off. 
  • When he shouts fire, confetti flies all over you, the strong scent of gunpowder filling the air. Your own pistol broke of course, but McCree bought around five packs of those things you are given as many chances to shoot him as you needed.
  • He’ll lend you a hand, assisting you in the proper way to pull the trigger without getting any of the negative repercussions.
  • As you sit and watch the finale of the big fireworks show, he’s showering you in confetti from the confetti pistols.
  • You’re going to have to scrub really hard to get the smell of gunpowder out of your hair, but McCree sure had his fun.
Steven Universe New Years Kisses

Sapphire and Ruby: Steven tells them to do it and they just Go For It. And then they don’t stop. This is an Earth traditional Steven, they are being ceremonial Steven, they will go all night.

Connie and Steven: kiss on the cheek since they are smols, then they beg to keep staying up and Gregg gets a headache from their screaming and sugar high

Amethyst and Pearl: Amethyst freaking french dips her onto the table as a joke but fireworks go off and the lighting is all right so she goes for it. 

  • Pearl kisses back, Amethyst drops her on the floor out of surprise

Sadie and Lars: too nervous, hormones too high, they go for it both at once and hit their heads, Lars says holidays are stupid and stalks off only to meet his hubris (as he does) and get hit by a stray firework

Lapis and Peridot: no one tells them anything and they think the sky is exploding, kiss goodbye and then Pearl skypes them to say everything is fine. Lapis flips her off.

The Cool Kids: kiss all at once, very complicated, but they almost pull it off with some advanced planning. Jenny sets off her own firework, it hits Lars.

Modern Outsiders Headcanons (4th of July Edition)

- Two-bit has been stockpiling his stolen fireworks all June

- Johnny and Ponyboy go to the towns parade

- Dallas was supposed to go with them but nobody knew where tf he was at

- Darry👏has👏the👏best👏bbqs👏

- Dal shows up drunk af like an hour after the parade ends

- He is pissed he missed it cause he was hoping to cause some trouble with any socs there

- Buck and Tim lit off firecrackers in his room to wake him up

- He tried to fight them but let’s be real he lost🤷🏻‍♀️

- Two-bit literally acts like he’s at a rave ALL DAY

- “TWO-BIT STOP” Darry yelled for the 9657th time

- Curly keeps somehow turning everything into a way to flirt with ponyboy

- pony lowkey flirts back

- Darry and Tim are glaring at their younger brothers the whole time

- TIMS DEATH STARE WHEN PONY LAUGHS AT HIS DUMBASS BROTHERS JOKES

- Angela dresses patriotic af

- Her outfit, her nails, and her makeup are all red, white, and blue

- Dallas makes fun of her for it

- she throws pop it’s at his face

- he’s defiantly gonna have at least one scar from it

- pony fucking hates fireworks more than anything else on gods green earth

- soda tries to convince him to come join the gang for like 2 hours

-he won’t budge

- Steve makes one comment

- “Stop being a little bitch horseman”

- suddenly pony loves fireworks and they’re his favorite thing in the world

- Angela gives soda an American™ makeover

- they have matching nail polish

- Two-bit passes tf out before sunset

- steve finds his firework stash

- everybody lights them off without two

- Jonny boi™ tries to wake him up but hes just out

- he is angrier than anything on July 5th

Celebrating the 4th of July with The Twins Would Include...

Together

🇺🇸  Going downtown to see fireworks on the night before the 4th, wearing one of their sweatshirts, all three of you decked out in Red, White and Blue

🇺🇸  Staying up late, setting off smaller fireworks from your driveway with your parents and their parents watching, talking and catching up

🇺🇸  Taking tons of selfies and posting them on every conceivable social media platform with every relevant emoji you can think of

🇺🇸  Getting metallic star stickers and putting them at the corners of your eyes and temporary tattoos on your ankle and wrist

🇺🇸  The boys would obviously want to do this too and they’d make fun of you a little for it but they’d also think you looked great

🇺🇸  Staying up all night and sitting by the water, watching the sun set, having a bonfire and sitting close to both of them, and then watching the sun rise again on the 4th

🇺🇸  Being exhausted, but leaving at like 5 AM to go get breakfast sandwiches and coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts down the street

🇺🇸  Basically being zombies when the parade starts, but the gunshots from the old-timey rifles and the canon shots definitely wake you all up!

🇺🇸  The boys would compliment you when you changed your outfit

🇺🇸  All of you would go upstairs and take a nap together, falling asleep in front of the tv while a movie was on before waking up and going to a cook out together

🇺🇸  You’d play with your little cousins and take more pictures to commemorate the day

🇺🇸  They’d both stare a little too long at you when you all decided to cool off in the pool and you came out in your bikini

🇺🇸  You: “What?”

🇺🇸  Them: “NOTHING! 😳 ”

🇺🇸  Later on, someone would set off more fireworks from the driveway and you guys would walk down to the beach to watch the big fireworks together

🇺🇸  You’d stay out so late on the beach, watching the stars and occasional fireworks together, glad you had your best friends by your side

Ethan

💥  He’d come up with cute themed nicknames for you like “his little firework”

💥  He’d insist you wear his sweatshirt with pride, noting that it was blue and matched your Red, White and Blue outfit

💥  “Actually, I just love seeing you in shorts, my hoodie and those three-stripe Adidas…is that bad?”

💥  This obviously then became your uniform over the holiday

💥  He’d hold you close whenever you watched fireworks together, lacing his fingers with yours

💥  He’d have you laughing the entire holiday weekend

💥  “Time for a rousing round of everyone’s favorite holiday mystery game: ‘Is it Fireworks or Gunshots?’!”

💥  “ETHAN.”

💥  He’d kiss you and hold you and wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to him whenever he got the chance 

💥  “Someone’s feeling affectionate.”

💥  “Holidays are meant to be spent with ones you love, and I love you and I want you to know it.”

💥  He’d come over to your house with Red, White and Blue daisies on the morning of the 4th

💥  He and Grayson would take you to the beach for a few hours before you all went to a family party at the Dolan house

💥  Lisa and Cam would be thrilled to see you

💥  There would be a comfortable fire going in the fire pit after it got dark

💥  The boys would try to set off fireworks in the backyard

💥  One of their cousins would take a particular shine to you and everone would think it was adorable

💥  “Are you and Ethan gonna get married?!”

💥  “Maybe one day!”

💥  “I hope you do because I love you.”

Grayson

🎇  He’d take tons of pictures throughout the weekend to commemorate and to show you off

🎇  You’d take a super cute kissing-sparkler picture

🎇  “Sparks flying whenever I see her 😍 ”

🎇  He would make you a tank top in red and blue tye-dye to wear

🎇  He’d want to sneak off with you to make out at the family party you were at

🎇  “I can’t help it babe, you look so beautiful and I love you.”

🎇  He’d be patient and wonderful with your family, explaining what he and Ethan do on YouTube. He’d be extremely polite to everyone in your family, which would earn everyone’s respect

🎇  You’d walk down to the carnival together and go on the ferris wheel and he’d win you a big stuffed animal no matter how long it took him

🎇  “I’m so glad you found such a nice boy, sweetie.”

🎇  The two of you would have matching coozies for your soda cans

🎇  He’d teach your little cousins how to skateboard in the street in front of the house at the party

🎇  He’d help your aunt wash dishes and talk to your uncles about various sports

🎇  You’d walk down to the park together and listen to the Army Band play the concert for the veterans

🎇  As it got darker, he’d help your uncles set up the fire pit so everyone could stay warm

🎇  The two of you would light off a small firework together and you’d kiss as your cousin snapped a perfect picture

🎇  “I’m sorry my family is so…much to handle.”

🎇  “I think they’re great, just like you.”

🎇  He’d want to watch a fireworks display, just the two of you, so he’d take you to a special spot up on a ridge where the two of you could be romantic and he would tell you how much he loved you as each firework went off

🎇  “They’re nothing compared to you.”


So I based this as if they lived near me, in Bristol, RI and I think it would be really fun to do the 4th with them! Thank you so much for requesting, anon!

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(A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!)

“Sneaking out at night, aren’t we? How mischievous.” Fred spoke, teasing you with a smile.

“Is the prank supposed to go off tomorrow while the Slytherin’s are practicing?” George questioned.

Both men were on either side of you, as you three walked- well sneaked out of the castle, and outside, leading them to where you had a surprise for them. You had told the two boys that you had an idea for a prank that involved the Quidditch Pitch, but that you needed their help. The twins easily accepting as soon as you had said the word, “prank”. You had been best friends with the two boys since you met on the train that first year. You had taken notes on the two, being able to differentiate who was who, how different but also similar they were in personality, as well as personal interests, and their birthday. But they didn’t know that.

“Be patient, I have this all planned out.” You smiled as you all approached the Quidditch Pitch.

You quickly found yourself in the middle of the field, it was quite dark and hardly any of you could see anything. Just some fireworks sitting in the middle of the field. You grabbed out your wand from your robes, saying an incantation as the fireworks shot off quickly, lighting up the around in dashing colors. Fred and George’s eyes followed the sparkling beams of light as they had exploded into the air, the words “Happy Birthday Gred and Forge” appearing in bright letters, sparkling. There was no doubt in your mind that others from the castle could see this, just as your watch had hit midnight, April 1st. Fred and George’s birthday.

The two boys laughed and smiled with excitement as their eyes were practically glued to the scene. You took this opportunity to grab a bucket that was placed off to the side of the fireworks, though it could be mistaken for water, it was definitely not that. You went behind the boys, bucket in hand as you tossed the liquid over their heads, as a gasp of surprise emitted from both of them. Slime covered their hair, down their robes, nearly every inch of their body.

“Happy birthday you two! And Happy April Fools!” You smiled brightly as they two boys glanced at each other, then back you.

“Come here (Y/N!)” Both boys yelled as they quickly grabbed you, hugging you tightly as you could feel slime drench your body as they cuddled into you. You had wanted to protest, to try and break free. But you felt yourself lingering in their embrace as all of you laughed.

“Thank you, (Y/N)”

anonymous asked:

Shane's video: conspiracy theory that they're in a relationship. He brings up "uma thurman watched me have sex" with phil's old poster in his room, then there's a screenshot with "exposure editing" that shows them kissing in a halloween gaming video when lights are off and then the formspring where dan says interrupted by fireworks reminds him of phil. THEN shane straight up says he thinks they’re not in a relationship and are just fucking with the fans cuz they think it's funny. yikes

i can’t believe i even have to deign this with a response but i feel a slight responsibility to do so, so here it goes.

first, do not click on this video or watch it if you can avoid it. a large part of the motivation to even broach a topic like this in this way is for attention and to stir drama. don’t play into the blatant attempt at exploitation and justgive this video a pass. the summary above is pretty comprehensive from what i can tell.

second, i do think there is a difference between someone with the platform that shane has making a video like this and viewers of dnp discussing their own opinions on dnp’s status in their own forums. shane has a public audience. shane has influence. shane is, on paper, a colleague of dnp. digging up old tweets and fs screenshots that have since been deleted and essentially making fun of them in front of a large audience is a pretty lowly thing to do.

third, accusing two people of blatant manipulation of their audience is an even more lowly thing to do. this has been such a shift in tone for people who seek to “debunk” the idea of dnp’s romantic involvement. instead of ridiculing or deriding fans for delusional thinking, many people in recent months have instead shifted targets to instead accuse dnp of lying, manipulation, and exploitation for profit and for fun. that’s not a casual claim to make. it implies that dnp have taken some sort of pleasure out of lying on an enormous scale over many years and that they continue to do so in order to drive speculation about their private lives and, in so doing, drive consumer interest in their brand. it’s a weighty allegation with enormous moral implications and what it really seeks to do, make no mistake, is place pressure on dnp to clear the air. either come out/confirm their status explicitly or sit quietly while people accuse them of despicable motivations and actions left, right, and center. those accusations are one thing from viewers. they take on a totally different weight when they’re put forward by someone who is a colleague with an audience of hundreds of thousands, and potentially millions.

pressuring anyone w a non-het orientation or anyone in a non-het relationship to out themselves (and otherwise submit themselves to being accused of these lowly forms of mass manipulation) is a shit thing to do. while i will always advocate for critical thinking and holding powerful public figures to account, neither d nor p have ever done anything to suggest that a large part of their public presence in the last decade has been founded on intentionally crafted lies and deceit for their own gain. they’ve instead shown every sign of being two people whose connection with one another is something they cherish and seek to protect from public scrutiny. this video was grossly irresponsible and, whether or not it was intended to be so, the effects of it are malicious and totally unwarranted.

Fireworks

Originally posted by midnightinparis

Originally posted by ilovemarrish

Request: Well, I wanted to know if you could make a history with Parrish, i know your Stories are most of the Hales, but, pleaaasse, a story That he fell in love with you (NSFW? ) heh

Author’s Note: So, this request has been in my inbox for awhile and I haven’t had any idea what to do with it. Until now! I used the holiday weekend for a little inspiration and I really hope you like what I came up with! This is written from a different POV than I usually do, but it just felt right this way. Please give me some feedback and let me know what you thought about it! Enjoy J

Warnings: Language; slight smut; fluffiness

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The first time Jordan saw you, you were sitting on a blanket by yourself, head tilted toward the sky as the fireworks went off. The explosions were turning your skin all kinds of mystical colors, making it impossible for him to draw his eyes away.

He watched as you stared at the fireworks above, absolutely mesmerized. Just like he was with you. He wondered idly if you were alone, not wanting to ruin a family outing or something of the like. After observing for several minutes (just glances here and there, nothing creepy), he finally decided that you were, in fact, alone. Which struck him as odd, someone attending a fireworks show for the 4th by themselves.

He would just have to change that, he thought.

The nerves fluttered in his chest as he made the decision to walk over, telling his buddies he was heading out. The closer he got, the better he could see you, and the harder it became for him to breathe properly. What the hell was he supposed to do when he sat next to you if he was this worked up just being at a distance?

“Hey,” he said, barely diverting your attention from the fireworks. Your eyes looked him over carefully before you offered a small smile.

“Hello.”

“I saw that you were alone over here,” Jordan ventured, running a hand over the back of his neck as a blush colored his cheeks with his admission. He was glad it was dark out and you probably couldn’t see it. Or maybe you thought it was just the color from the fireworks. “Mind if I join you?”

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