like he's in love with harry and all his little things

A CONCEPT.

okay everyone settle in and listen to how QUEENIE JUST FUCKING REKT NEWT.

People ALOT OF PEOPLE like to label Queenie as the “dumb blonde sister” when in actuality she’s brilliant and not just because she can read minds. She is seen sewing her dress, but also has fashion/ sewing magazines all over the house and on her desk at work. Shown by her gorgeous dress she’s FUCKING GOOD AT IT. She’s also great at pastries which Jacob I’m-opening-a-bakery-I-love-pastries notes. She has sewing supplies on her desk too. She was based a little bit on Marilyn Monroe who people labelled as a dumb blonde but who was FUCKING EDUCATED CLEVER AS HELL (good job JK you slay queen slay).

So back to this scene. Newt is trying to sneak out and has just put his hand on the door. Queenie can read minds and she obviously knows he’s about to sneak out but she knows her sister is going to help him find his beasts and he NEEDS that help. JK Rowling wrote in the script that when Tina sees that Newt is trying to sneak out she’s disappointed in him. BACK TO QUEENIE: so rather than just yell “everyone this plant dork is trying to leave” she subtly reads that he’s going to and asks this seemingly innocent question that draws everyone attention to him. She’s so considerate in this aspect even though she’s ratting him out to Tina. She doesn’t want him to look bad because he’s trying to leave. She knows that he’s not a bad person he wants to leave for noble reasons, but he should take into consideration that he doesn’t need to do everything alone. Also it’s a nice question to begin with because she’s actually taking into consideration what pastry he likes. When I first saw this in the trailer I thought “oh she’s being really nice and asking him” WHEN REALLY, GUESS WHAT, SHE’S BEING CLEVER AS FUCK. Queenie demonstrates this quality all the time in the film, like when she says “ladies things” to get out of revealing Newt’s briefcase or uses her feminine charm to distract her boss. She’s super intelligent to be able to do wandless magic, complicated wandless magic and is powerful enough to feel it rooms/levels away from her sister when Tina gets sentenced to death. 

In short she’s savage as hell. 

Introducing Draco to Social Media Would Include:
  • “Face… book?”
  • “Tumblr? Isn’t there supposed to be an ‘e’ in there somewhere? I don’t trust it.”
  • “Who is Instagram and why does she sound so tacky?”
  • His favorite filter on Snapchat is the dog filter because he’s just that white.
  • His story is 200 snaps long and all about Potter.
  • “Tweeter?”
  • Whenever he gets a notification from Twitter and the phone makes that bird sound, he screams like a little girl.
  • “Whats the point of making a video if it’s only six seconds long? I can’t even finish my sentence in six seconds.”
  • “Besides, why have eight different social media accounts that do the same thing? You can post short videos of yourself on Vine, Insta-whatever and Snapchat… Why are Muggles so redundant?”
  • BUT YOUTUBE THO
  • He loves Dan and Phil, obvi
  • You find him two weeks later in the bedroom singing ‘I’m a Barbie Girl’ in front of a camera without a shirt on.
  • “Uh… Draco… What are you doing?”
  • “I WAS MAKING A VIDEO FOR THE YOUTUBE! LOOK AWAY!”

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All the small things happening when dating Credence Barebone! ❥

touchy:

·butterfly kisses:
credence is very sensible to touch and gets overwhelmed so easily, so butterfly kisses are the best way to go. he loves it when you give him cute, little pecks on his forehead, cheeks and literally everywhere on his body.

·playing with your hands:
credence is so fascinated by your hands, probably because he doesn’t like his own because they bring back bad memories. he is always fiddling with your fingers and presses your fingertips to his lips whenever he can.

·cold lips:
credence is always cold and so are his lips but you love the cool, tingling sensation you get when kissing him. equally, he loves feeling the radiation from your warm lips.

·scars:
credence has a lot of scars, his mother didn’t spare his back either. he is very unconfident because of them and you don’t let any chance fly by to straddle the ‘on the stomach-sleeper’ credence and caressing all of the scars on his back.


moments n feelings:

·with credence there is no evening or morning, there’s just floating through time with him. there isn’t a favourite daytime or getting excited for bedtime. there’s just being calm and happy all the time. even when he has panic attacks or nightmares and you have to stay awake the whole night calming him down, you wouldn’t want to change a thing.

·credence is OBVIOUSLY an introvert, so he loves doing ‘introvert-thingies’ like reading and drawing. credence loves it when you read for him but when you get too tired, you change parts and he will read for you!! credence isn’t too fond of words so it’s always a special moment when he reads page after page for you.

·when credence smiles he tends to look down or hide it. you can’t stand that, so you always grab his face and force him to look at you when he is smiling and that makes his grin only wider.

·bubble baths! credence and you love spending time in the tub together! of course things tend to heathen up often but there are equally as many times where you would just look at each other, nap or have foam fights. bonus: credence is addicted to bath bombs and he is the bath bomb commander because you don’t put them in the water carefully enough. he always explains to you, if you do it careless it dissolves way to fast and he loves to watch it melt.
bonus-bonus: your favourite bath bombs are the ones with glitter in them because when credence gets out of the tub he looks like an actual angel that just came from heaven through your bathroom window, with all the glitter on his bare body.

·you two spend hours drawing together. even though, you are kind of jealous because he is way better at it. well, at least his handwriting is horrible. you also use his horrendous handwriting as an excuse to getting all the love notes he writes for you, read to you.

·when you are cleaning, you love to dance to some jazz music and credence always secretly watches you through the door gap. but most of the time you catch him and it pretty much always ends in a private lap dance for the boy.

·you rarely go out in public, you prefer taking walks in forests etc., but when you do nobody would ever be able to guess what you two (especially credence) have gone through, since you two become the giggliest people and do things like starting to slow dance in the line waiting for your movie tickets.

Please, Stay

Lyric Prompt: (requested by anonymous) “With tears in my eyes I begged you to stay. You said hey man, I love you, but no fucking way.” (The Front Bottoms – Twin Size Mattress)

Imagine: Newt prioritises his creatures over your relationship, time and time again. It gets to the point where, if you are troubled, you feel like you can’t talk to him because he will simply wave you off.

Author’s Note: My heart broke a little bit while writing this, it’s a short one but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all the follows, likes & reblogs. I have so much love for you all in my heart :~) P.S. this is apart of my new lil thing that I’m doing with lyrics, so if you have a song and a theme, send them on in! X

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Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include...

- Dating a legitimate genius, which means he helps you study, and you get great marks on all your exams
- Always sitting in between his legs, leaning your back against his chest
- Wearing Slytherin quidditch sweatshirts with his name and number on the back
- Whispering in each other’s ears
- Getting your hair played with and your back rubbed all the time
- Reading to each other while the other massages their back, plays with their hair, cuddles them, etc.
- Loving being with him when he wakes up
- like his husky/groggy morning voice
- and messy hair
- and super warm and sleepy cuddles
- just everything about morning Draco is great
- He literally just wants to touch you all the time
- Cute little smirks
- Being super flirty, secretively during class
- Chivalry at a whole new level - holding doors open, fetching things for you, always making sure you’re warm/full/happy enough, standing up for you against others, talking you up to his friends
- Hickies/love bites
- Stealing his socks when your feet get cold
- Him complaining about it
- Even though he secretly thinks it’s the most adorable thing on the planet
- Passing each other notes in the shape of different things during class
- Kisses upon kisses upon kisses on your neck, shoulder, cheek, temple, back of your hand, forehead, lips…anywhere, really
- Seriously so many kisses
- Sometimes he just needs to chill
- But maybe not
- Sass and sarcasm back and forth
- Seriously…All of the sarcasm. All. Of. The sass.
- Holding your hand or resting his hand on your leg underneath the table during class/meals
- Being kissed with your back against the wall
- Having the literal best smelling boyfriend on planet earth
- Firewhiskey
- Sneaking into each other’s rooms
- Him loving you despite your non-pureblood status, and you loving and helping him even through his difficulties with death eaters/Voldemort
- Baths in the prefect bathroom
- Warming your hands up underneath his shirt and him just smirking at you
- His black suit
- Receiving incredibly nice holiday/birthday gifts
- Being hopelessly in love with his rare, but precious true smile and laugh
- The best cuddles in the world
- Jealous Draco
- But that not being a bad thing at all, really
- Him carrying your books to class, shopping bags at Hogsmeade, etc. for you
- Being fiercely, fiercely protected
- Alone time in the common room consisting of a warm fire, two glasses of firewhiskey, soothing music playing on a crackly ancient record player, and him eventually tugging on your hand to slow dance and kiss you

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By @hphogwartsimagines

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Sirius and Lily Make James Jealous :)

eh whatever

  • the group at the end of 6th year. So they are all really good friends but jily isn’t like official (yet).
  • Lily and Sirius both being in a bummed mood because their home lives are basically shit.
  • “Hey. Lils. I know what will cheer us all up.”
  • “This better be good. Spill it Black.”
  • Sirius rubbing his hands together like a greedy little child that just got an adult to say yes to buying him candy. 
  • “Okay. Okay. Okay. So, you know how Prongs is like madly in love with you and you are like totally head over heals for him?”
  • Lily blushing because she doesn’t know how obvious it is that she likes James. “I never said I liked-” 
  • “So what we do is we pretend to date right?”
  • Lily making a gagging face.
  • “And Prongs will get like super jealous and then he’ll make a move and you two will end up together. Plus we get to see James get flustered. It’s a win-win!” 
  • Sirius getting all excited and clapping his hands and jumping up and down. 
  • “I’m not so sure Sirius.” 
  • “Please, Lils. Please! I’m not asking you to fuck me to make him jealous.” he winks at Lily, “although that is always an option.”
  • Lily starting to say no but then deciding that there was no harm in playing along and that she really needed something to take her mind of petunia. Plus maybe it would get Potter’s attention. 
  • “Fine.”


  • The next morning Sirius and Lily walk into the great hall for breakfast holding hands. 
  • James seeing them and spitting is food out all over the place. (Most of it landing in Remus’s hair.)
  • Sirius pulling Lily along to the table. “Morning Prongs” 
  • Remus hiding a laugh behind the sleeve of his sweater because last time he checked, Sirius wasn’t interested in girls. So this must be some sort of prank. 
  • James staring at them throughout most of the meal because hOW THE HELL DID HIS BEST MATE DECIDE IT WAS OKAY TO STEAL HIS GIRL!
  • Sirius planting a kiss on Lily’s cheek causing her to blush a bright shade of pink. 
  • Lily deciding she better go hard or go home and turning to Sirius with doe eyes, placing her hand on his chest (as if to fend him off) and saying in a low voice, “Sirius, honey, save it for the dorm.”
  • James’s eyes almost popping out of his head.
  • Him spitting, “Pads, could I talk to you in the hall for a moment?”
  • “Sure,” winking at Lily, “I’ll be back in a moment my little… deer.”
  • James and Sirius barely making it to the hallway before James grabs Sirius by the collar and pushing him against the wall.


  • “What the hell do you think you are doing?! That’s Lily.”
  • Sirius putting his hands up, “I’m just having a little fun. And trust me, mate, she’s fun.”
  • “We agreed in first year that Lily was off limits.” James sounding that he’s either going to start crying or screaming.
  • “Look. Prongs. You want the girl? Go get the girl.”
  • “I will.” 
  • James storming back into the Great Hall and yelling in front of everyone, “Lily Evans, you deserve so much more then that dog could ever give you.” 
  • By this point in time, James has made it back to the table where Lily is sitting and he bends down, gently placing his hands on either side of her face, and crashing his lips onto hers. 
  • He can feel her smiling through the kiss but doesn’t care why because she is kissing him back. 
  • And the first years wondering what the HELL is going on.
  • Sirius sitting next to Remus while Lily and James are still eating eachothers faces. 
  • “They are pretty cute,” Remus says with a smirk.
  • Sirius leaning real close to Remus’s ear and whispering, “Not as cute as you.”

FIN

Like You Love Me

I’m so completely not sure about this (*censors all the things wrong with it*). But I was thinking about it awhile ago and spun this out, and I’ve been told it hangs together. At the very least… food for thought? x.

“You’re beautiful when you cum,” you sigh.

Harry laughs his deepest, biggest belly laugh, and you scowl.

“What’s funny?” you demand of him.

“How?” he asks with a popping dimple and a half of a grin. “How’m I beautiful?”

You bite your lip in thought and consider him. “It depends,” you admit.

“Enlighten me,” he teases you lightly.

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This could be our thing

Short little one shot about Harry and his lovely girlfriend baking christmas cookies together. Hope you are all well and that you’ll like this! :) 

Warnings: none, it’s pure fluff

Gif isn’t mine but oh gosh look at his face!

I pressed the doorbell to my boyfriend’s apartment and though I’d done it several times before, it still freaked me out. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I breathed in shakily as I waited for him to open. My hands were shaking too and my knees weaker than they ever had. Harry would be here any second to invite me into his home and it’d be so ordinary and what any other couple did on a daily basis. Seeing Harry would be normal, just like hanging out with him. Only that it wasn’t, not in my head. Though he was familiar to me by now, coming by to his house to spend the afternoon with him, had a rush curse through me and made me wanna jump around. My tummy was dancing with happiness.  
I heard a faint hum followed by steps, then I was met with the sight of my boyfriend. He was so gorgeous it surprised me anew each time. His soft brown hair stuck out in different directions and the shirt he wore emphasized his muscly figure perfectly. Harry’s clear green eyes instantly locked with mine and a smile stretched his lips the moment he saw it was me.

“Hello, love!” he greeted me happily and opened his arms so I could step into them and hug him.

My reply was muffled as I pressed my face into his warm chest and I breathed him in contently while wrapping both arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly for a moment. Harry chuckled lowly before making a cooing noise and I felt him brush his nose against my temple.

“Did you miss me?”

I only nodded and smiled against the fabric of his jumper. Harry chuckled once more and wrapped both arms around my waist, squeezing tightly but not too tight all the same. He was perfect, I thought. Fair enough, Harry and I hadn’t been dating for too long yet, so it was possible that me believing he was flawless came from the rush of being in a new relationship. But honestly, I couldn’t think of any part of his, that I couldn’t fall in love with.

I slowly loosened my hold on him and took a step back, looking up at him with a mirroring smile on my lips.

“What’s the plan?” I asked, “You called and I’m here. What did you need my help for? Is something wrong?”

Harry grinned smugly at me and squeezed my hips to which he was still holding on to. “I didn’t really need your help. Just wanted to lure you here so I could test my freshly baked cookies on you.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have to go to such lengths,” I giggled and reached down to take his hands, “You only would have had to say the word ‘cookie’ and I’d rushed here faster than I have now.”

“Oh, alright, nice,” he laughed, squeezing my fingers before he pulled me into his apartment.

The warmth of his home enveloped me, instantly setting me at ease and calming my anxious emotions. Though they still had me wary around him and think twice about every move I made, I didn’t feel awkward. Harry and I had started dating a little over a month ago and everything was going more than well. He was funny and had me laughing most of the time we spend together. His intelligence surprised me anew whenever we had a long conversation and above all he was the nicest person I’d ever met. And though Harry never failed to make me feel comfortable, it was difficult for me to fully let go around him. Being with him was so new and not like anything I knew. Sometimes I felt ashamed for being worried, as nothing indicated that he struggled with getting used to have a girlfriend.

I slipped off my shoes and being the gentleman he was, Harry reached for my arms to steady me. He even hung my coat for me, making my heart jump at how cute he was being and so I leaned up to kiss his soft cheek in thanks.

A blush rose to his cheeks and his dimples showed. “C'mon, love.”

Harry led me to his kitchen where I could already smell the sweet scent of cookies and he directed me to sit on the counter so I could watch him. I hesitated first, uncomfortable with the idea as it almost felt a little intruding, but he insistent and so I clumsily climbed up and sat down.

“Now, I don’t want you to do anything,” he ordered and gave me a stern look, but his cheeky eyes betrayed him and I giggled. Harry continued: “I didn’t call you to do my christmas baking for me. You just tell me if you like the cookies or not.”

I shrugged and let my feet dangle from the high surface. “Sounds good to me. Wouldn’t wanna bust your ego.”

Harry pushed some of his longer strands out of his lovely face and turned back to face me, stopping his action of fastening his blue apron. Both of his hands were white with flour which I somehow only noticed now and my heart sped up at how incredibly adorable he looked. So comfortable and sure of himself, confident and funny. All Harry Styles and cute houseman at the same time.

“Bust my ego?” he challenged.

I nodded. Harry stepped closer and I spread my legs slightly so he could stand in between them.

“Now tell me,” he spoke lowly, one of his hands reaching up to poke my nose in a teasing gesture, “how would my oh so lovely girlfriend, manage to bust my ego? Which I don’t have, by the way. I’m not a vain person or-”

“S'not what I meant,” I reassured him and gently traced his forehead with my index finger and he momentarily closed his eyes, “I know you’re not a vain man, Harry.”

“Then what is it you were implying?”

I shrugged and took hold of one of his hands. “I’m quite good at baking myself, you know?”

Harry raised both brows and though he still grinned, I noticed something else light up in his eyes.

“Quite good, huh?”

I nodded and kicked my feet a little faster.

“How good?” Harry asked.

“You said you didn’t want me to bake for you, so you’ll never know.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded, as if deep in thought, then he pulled his hand away from my hold. “Good. This has just become a competition, then.”

“Has it?” I wondered and leaned in to press another featherlight kiss to his warm cheek.

Harry quietly hummed and nodded. “Oh, yes.”

His hands found my wrists and I shrieked when he began to pull. “Harry!”

A laugh fell from his pink lips and he grasped my waist so he could lift me off the counter and set be back onto my feet. I came to a tumbling stand and held onto his shoulders for a moment, before allowing him to step back so he could opened one of the drawers to our left.

“What are you doing now?”

He didn’t reply, but instead crouched down and began looking for something. Once victorious, Harry turned to stand in front of me with another blue apron in his hands, holding it out for me to take.

“Are we really doing this?” I asked, not quite sure if he was being serious or not.

“Absolutely,” Harry chuckled, “Put it on and get ready to have your ego busted, darling.”

“Alright, slow down,” I laughed.

….

My hands were sticky with dough and I felt way too hot. Harry had just put the second tray of oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookies in the oven and was now helping me with cleaning up the bowls we had used.
In order to find out who was the better baker, we’d decided to both make the same kind of cookies and then afterwards choose whose were better by shape, taste and color. We’d only made it to half a tray though, before Harry’s flour covered arms had wrapped around my waist to pull me to the side so he could take away my space and bake by himself, claiming that I wasn’t playing fair.

“How am I not being fair?” I’d then asked and had thrown some flour at him.

“You’re cheating, I know it. No way your cookies are sticking together better than mine are.”

“Oh, you’re such a sore loser,” I’d accused him, before I’d pushed at his chest so I could resume with my own tray.

Harry had only let me form one more cookie, before he once again wrapped his tattooed arms around my waist and he’d pull me flush against his chest, forcing my hands from the dough bowl. I’d laughed and had only struggled half-heartily, too happy to be in his arms again.

“You won’t even let me win,” I’d whined.

I’d shuddered when his warm mouth had settled right between my shoulder-blades in a kiss and my head had moved back to rest against his shoulder.

“Baking is my thing,” Harry had murmured quietly, “You’re not supposed to be better at something I was trying to impress you with.”

“Awe,” I’d cooed and laughed when he’d squeezed me tighter as a low growl had fallen from his mouth, “It doesn’t have to be my thing or just yours. Could be something we do together, you know?”

I smiled at Harry as he now stood beside me, drying the last spatula we’d used. Noticing me staring at him, he cheekily nudged his him with mine, smiling so wide his cute dimples showed.

“I’m really happy to be here,” I confessed quietly.

“Christmas has always been my favorite season,” Harry replied calmly and put the spatula away.

He then turned to me and reached down so he could hold onto my waist gently.

“And I think with you by my side, I might just like it a even more.”

When Harry’s warm lips found mine, I was still smiling. My heart squeezed almost painfully and my tummy tingled when a low moan fell from Harry’s mouth in response to me deepening the kiss. His hands moved from my waist up to hold my jaw before traveling down my arms to take hold of my wrists, pulling both arms up and laying them around his own neck.
We hadn’t started dating long ago and there were still a few insecurities to overcome on my part, but in that moment I knew, that there was no place I’d rather be than wherever he was. Harry made me so incredibly happy and I felt like the luckiest person in the world. It was too early to say it, and I would keep it to myself for a long while, but I knew then, that I loved him with all of my heart.

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if there is one thing i’ve really come to understand over the last day is that when it comes to harry’s image/solo career, it’s such a delicate balance. because on the one hand if he all of sudden comes back on the scene and starts being in our faces and super public and showy, then people will say he’s being an attention whore and trying to take the limelight away from the other 3/trying to overshadow dunkirk and turn that press into the harry styles show. then on the flipside if he doesn’t do anything at all and remains mute and just drops an album out of the blue with zero fan engagement, he runs the risk of looking like he’s super arrogant and just expects people to buy his stuff. so how does he find a balance there? and does he care about that? as a new solo artist who loves and respects his fanbase, one would think he and his team would.  i think that’s what we’ll hopefully see happen (and IF - again I stress the IF) his album is coming as soon as people are implying, then the transition into that balance is gonna have to happen soon. 

Better Man’s Secret Message

I know I’m probably better off on my own
Than lovin’ a man who didn’t know
What he had when he had it
And I see the permanent damage You did to me
Never again, I just wish I cOuld forget when it was magic
I wish it wasn’t 4am, standing in the mirror
Saying to myself, yoU know you Had to do it
I know the brAVest thing I ever did was run

SomEtimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again
But I just miSs you, and I just wish yoU were a better man
And I know why we had to say goodbye
Like the baCk of my hand
And I just miss you, and I just wish you were a better man
A better man

I know I’m probably better off all alone
Than needing a man who Could change his mind at any givEn minute
And it’S always on your terms
I’m hanging on every careleSs word
Hoping it might turn sweet again
Like it was in the beginning
But your jealousy, I can hear it now
You’re talking down to me like I’ll always be around
You push my love away like it’s some kind oF loaded gun
Boy, you never thoUght I’d run


Sometimes, in the middLe of the night, I can feeL you again
But I just miss you, and I just wish you were a better man
And I know whY we had to say goodbye
Like the Back of my hand
And I jUst miss you, and I just wish you weRe a better man
A better man
Better man


I hold onto this pridE because these Days it’s all I have
And I gave You my best and we bOth know you can’t say that
YoU can’t say that
I wish you weRe a better man
I wonder what we would’ve become
If you were a better man
We might Still bE in Love
IF you were a better man
You would’ve been the one
If you were a better maN
Yeah, yeah


Sometimes, In the miDdle of thE night, I can feel you again
But I just Miss you, and I just wish You were a better man
And I know wHy we had to say goodbyE
Like the bAck of my hand
AnD I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man
A better man
Better man

We might still be in love, if you were a better man
Better man


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Things I Love About Remus J Lupin

- His dedication to his schoolwork that stems from a desire to prove himself worthy of being there
- He never raises his voice in an argument yet still comes out the winner almost all of the time
- Because he doesn’t like to lose, he rarely gets into an argument unless he knows he is right
- He went undefeated at chess his third year, making him one of the greatest players Hogwarts had seen in some time
- How he is always messing with his hair to try and cover that scar by his temple
- His determination to never let Peter feel left out of anything
- That little eye twitch he gets when James and Sirius are up to something and he has to decide between being their lookout or trying to talk them out of it
- That grimace when he remembers he is a prefect and he really should talk them out of it
- The glint in his eyes when he says screw it
- Sometimes he rolls his r’s a bit without meaning to
- His dedication to his friends
- Sirius Black

George Weasley x Reader: “I’m All Ears”

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Originally posted by relationshipaims

-Requested-

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anonymous asked:

Could you write something fluffy about George after he loses his ear and the reader comes downstairs that night to visit him and they kind of like confess their love for each other and snuggle or something

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You were currently staying at the the burrow with your best friends, the Weasleys. They were more like your family, since you didn’t really have one to call your own. They took you in after your first year at Hogwarts, the year you had become friends with the twins, Fred and George. Although, you had always felt something more towards George. 

Earlier this evening, you had rode on brooms to the Burrow, having to fight off Death Eaters on you way there. You had gone with George, and you felt sorry that you were unable to block the curse that cut his ear off. The whole thing had made you quite nervous, and even a little scared. Mad Eye and Hedwig had both died on your way there, both of whom you were pretty close to. 

You had just woken up from a horrible nightmare about it, so you grabbed your wand, because you didn’t feel very safe without it, and went downstairs to get a drink of water. However, you heard something, or rather, someone muttering to them self when you came down. 

“Lumos,” you whispered, and a small light came from the tip of your wand, but you realized you didn’t need it because of the moonlight shining through the windows, so you quietly whispered “nox”. Then you saw the tall, red-headed figure with a bandage wrapped around his head, and realized it was George. 

“Georgie? What are you doing down here?” He was looking in a small mirror with a distressed look on his face. He didn’t turn around when he noticed you were there, which was very odd of him. 

“I could ask you the same question, (y/n).” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Me neither. I keep having nightmares about…you know…” you were almost too scared to put the horrible things you were dreaming about into words, but you knew he would understand.

“I know, it’s alright.” He was still looking at the mirror, not turned around, but now, his hand was on the spot where his ear used to be. You walked closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder, and quietly asked, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I wrap the bandage too tight?” Earlier, you insisted on being the one to clean him up, since you felt that it was your fault that it happened in the first place. 

He quickly turned around and looked you in the eyes. “(y/n)? Do I look ugly without my ear? Do you still like me?”

You replied, “George Weasley. You look adorable with or without both ears. And I love you with all my heart no matter how you look.”

You immediately blushed so much that your cheeks turned into a crimson red color and your face felt as hot as the sun. You thought, Did I really just confess my love to George?!

However, George smirked and pulled you closer to him as he gently placed his hands on your hips, and you stared deep into his gorgeous brown eyes. “You love me?”

Wait a minute, does he actually like me back? No way…he couldn’t possibly…

“(y/n), can I tell you something?”

“I’m all ears.” You replied. “Get it? All ears?”

You both laughed. “Haha, very funny (y/n),” he said with a smile on his face. “I love it when you laugh at my jokes and pranks, and you don’t think it’s immature when I do them, and you even like to do them with me!” 

At this point, you were still blushing, just slightly, and were looking down at your feet. He lifts up your chin, looks into your eyes, and whispers, “but most importantly, I want you to know that I love you.” He cupped your face in his soft, delicate hands, slowly leaned in, and kissed you. 

Not knowing what to do, and being pretty surprised, you finally realize that George Weasley, the funny, adorable prankster that you’ve had a crush on since your third year, likes you back! 

You close your eyes and place your hands in his fiery red hair, which you also found super hot about him, and started to kiss him back. The kiss was passionate, but also gentle, and there was something about it that said, “I love you, and I will take care of you.” 

He pulls away from the kiss, and you lean forward just a little, not wanting it to end. He smiles once again, and places his forehead against yours.. 

You open your eyes and look into his, and quietly whisper, “George?”

“Yes (y/n)?”

“Will you stay with me…until I fall asleep?”

“Of course love.”

So he grabs a blanket, the fluffy, maroon one that he knows is your favorite, since it’s warm and your favorite color, and then sits on the couch, and extends his arm out to you, telling you to sit next to him. You quickly walk over to him, on the couch in front of the warm, cozy fireplace, and lie down between his legs, your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, which you heard gradually slow down. He placed the soft, fluffy blanket over both of you, and you felt so warm underneath it, also wearing his maroon sweater with a G on it, and you also felt safe again, in his arms.He started to gently stroke your (y/h/c) hair, both of you just enjoying each other’s closeness. 

“Georgie?

“Yes (y/n)?”

“I really, really love you.”

“I’m madly in love with you too.”

And the two of you quickly fell asleep, but he made sure that you fell asleep first, and he never left you, the whole night. 


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He’s in Love - Carl Grimes x Reader

A very short one and i am sorry that it is both disappointing and late but I have had a mixture of illness and work as well as an exam tomorrow and it is all a little hectic. Things should get better after this week and I may return to the joker!! 

“What’s that smirk for?” Rick came up behind Carl on the porch making him jump as he was sat on the porch step. Carl sighed and shook his head,

“Nothing,”

“Oh so you gazing across the street at (y/n) is nothing, is it?” he moved to sit beside me,  “Carl, young love is tough, you really like her huh?”

“I never said anything about love, dad.” I groaned sinking my head into my hands as if I could disappear into my hat. I had to admit, what I felt wasn’t far from it. The way she pulled her hair up while she worked or how she would just slump out on the couch at ours after a long day and pass out and look peaceful. Or even the way she would look after Judith, bouncing her and bringing little things back for her on runs.

“How long?”

“Ever since she started talking to me” this is quite probably the most embarrassing thing, my dad giving me advice on love and not just that, love in an apocalypse - pretty damn impossible if you ask me,

“I reckon you tell her, just get it out”

“And if she says no?” I asked crossing my arms after pulling my head out of them, finally giving him a sideways glance

“No to what?” great, Michonne.

"Our Carls finally a teenager.”

“Go on” she laughed leaning on the post next to dad,

“He’s in loooveee” I smacked Rick on the arm

“Oh boy!” I could hear the smirk on Michonne’s face, “you need to tell her, it’s Chiana isn’t it”

“It’s not her” I lied beginning to blush. My dads head turned and I could see his smirk,

“Denying it will get you no where, son. Handle her heart with care. (y/n) is strong, but she is also delicate. Don’t ruin that. Do not be responsible for really messing her up.”

“Thanks for the confidence dad,” I sighed

“You’ll be fine, Carl, go talk to her either now or later after chores. I know that dates aren’t really  thing anymore… god knows what is you can do now a days, ask her to hang out a bit or something then ask her to go steady.”

“Go steady?” Michonne chuckled, “God, Rick this isn’t the 1940’s.”

“Might well as be in this state.” I stood and paced up and down before them before stopping to face them.

“What do I even say? Hey (y/n), mind if I hold your hand around everyone and kiss you in front of people? You know, just cause it turns out I don’t actually wanna be your friend anymore - oh no I definitely don’t want to be your friend anymore I want so much more than that because seeing you around Ron drives me insane and if I could just kinda have you to myself that would be great thanks.”

“Well,” dad smirked,
“What?”

“Yea sure, I mean kissing you doesn’t seem to bad of an idea.” I froze for a moment before turning on my heel. Her face was pretty close to mine. We looked at each other for a moment and I thankfully heard two sets of footsteps moving away. “Ron drive me insane too to be honest but, ain’t got much choice with an apocalypse and all that.” Even now she still joked and played around but I was still stuck on her first sentence,

“Wait, what?”

“The apocalypse?…”

“No, no I noticed that a few years ago actually” I laughed nervously.

“Well you know, kissing does pass time pretty well” she smiled, “I have wanted to do that for a little while actually.” for the first time she blushed a little and glanced down so I ook my chance. I leaned in a little making her look up before I carefully pushed my lips against hers.

can we just imagine Persephone drawing on Harry’s ankle with his pen, when they’re all sitting around watching the telly in the evening and Harry doesn’t have the heart to tell his little 3-year old to stop so he lets her do what she wants; and it ends up just being scribbles and swirls and dots and circles.

“you drawin’ on daddy’s skin, Poppet?”

“mm-hmm.”

“that’s very beautiful, Poppet.”

“Harry, be careful with it. she’ll get a bit rough.”

“she’s fine, Gorgeous. don’t have the heart to tell her to stop.”

“you’re the best daddy, Peaches. gon'a have to put her to bed soon, okay? she’s got a busy day with your sister.”

and the next day, when Gemma takes his little girl for the day, Harry ends up going to the tattoo parlour and get her little picture tattooed onto his ankle that he surprises you with when he gets home. xx

*takes deep breath*

((OOC: So my writing bug has been devouring me lately and tumblr is basically an Aladdin’s cave of inspiration, as is the world of a certain Rowling we all know and love.  

So, this silly little thing was heavily inspired by @asktheboywholived doing this over here , (which you should go and see if you want to know what’s put poor Moony in this mood). They in turn were inspired by @toujrspur doing this over here.  Both are fabulous people, go lookie if you haven’t already :) ))

Do What Now if I’m Wrong?

Sirius Black was a monster.

This fact, whilst blissfully abstract to some, was nevertheless a truth universally acknowledged.  Much like those gentlemen of fortune in want of wives and so forth (he’d had a rather worrying obsession with Pride and Prejudice through his sixth year which he refused to analyse).  Unlike these particular men, however, Sirius Black did not know how to take no for an answer, had no sympathy for awkward, horrifying slips of the tongue and was a truly terrifying mix of guilty and repentant to the depths of his soul and truly, utterly shameless.  Hence the monster.

Lily was still (a little wonderfully if he was honest) quietly furious with Sirius.  It didn’t affect their day to day relationship, but she’d never quite developed the forgiveness he himself had.  Peter still just got very quiet and looked at James.  James got that perturbingly adult look on his face he’d been perfecting since doing Head Boy stuff with Lily and said something about: Well, what did he expect after all this with Evans?  This was perturbing for a number of reasons, the least of which was the sudden and instinctive check that James wasn’t going to punch him.  They’d done that in fourth year, which he still thought privately was unfair.  The more pressing concern was that James was passionate, highly intelligent and occasionally deathly serious.  Wise had always been Remus’ patent expression and he wasn’t altogether pleased with it being pinched, especially since he had no buggering clue what he was being wise about.  If Sirius had a problem with Lily at all, Remus thought, it would be for that unstoppable, slow moving earth shift in his best friend/brother that not even he could ignore.

He supposed it might be because he’d spoiled the secret by telling Lily.  Their boys’ club had not only grown by one but sprouted female parts and this, Remus knew, was probably ‘not on’.  However, given the circumstances at the time, Remus also rather thought Sirius could shove it.

Unfortunately, Remus knew that all this maudlin supposing was distracting him from dwelling on the monster that was Sirius Black and the ‘incident’ that still made his toes curl and stomach flip in embarrassment.  Remus had always been very careful to cultivate defences against this sort of thing and stupid floppy hair and toothy grins and unabashed, flagrant disregard of the fact that Remus was trying very hard to be angry with a person should not warrant this amount of uninvited thinkage.  Though, caught between thinking of the monster or the ‘incident’ was not a choice he wanted to make and why did that seem to be the only choice this morning?  

Stupid git didn’t have to look so bloody chuffed at the prospect, either, did he?  If it had just been another ‘haha Moony did that thing where he said something that may have been interpreted as sexual’ that would have been a normal Wednesday breakfast at school.  But for one (he refused to think ‘heart-stopping’ because that would be gauche) moment those blue eyes had gone very big and very vulnerable and then pleased as sodding punch, which happened less often than people thought.  Much like when Remus had come downstairs on Friday 31st March to breakfast and announced that just because Sirius Black was a selfish, unthinking, soul-shrivelled prat didn’t mean there would be no April Fools.  Such pure and unadulterated happiness in a person was unfair, really.  Grossly so.

Almost as unfair as said monster sliding onto the bench opposite him and spilling tea all over Remus’ half-written Charms homework.  It was a testament to his monstrosity that all Remus could do was watch as panic set in, curses and flailing dripping napkins and dabbing of parchment and mumbled ‘Sorry Moony’s’.  Finally he stilled, looking up a little stupidly.

“What?”

Remus discovered he’d been caught staring.  Monster.

“Well if you will make a spectacle of yourself.  What do you want?”

“To get you another cup of tea.”

“I can get my own, thanks.”

“That’ll be two more teas then.  And the Ravenclaws have cake, wait there.”

“How old are we?”

“Never too old for cake.”

He should probably have a witty answer for that, but the monster had just done that thing with the cheeky grin and Remus found his eyes siding to the back of Sirius’ neck where he could barely see the skin.  Some part of him that wasn’t all wolf became inexplicably pleased all of a sudden, some strange teenage masculinity that had always secretly rebelled against how his cardigans and love of chocolate and way with small animals had cast him in a certain role for a certain type of boyish joke.  The infinitely masculine Sirius with all his ‘birds’ had certainly not been averse to the idea of switching things up a bit and he knew that was the wolf because no human could have taken in the wide eyes, tense line of his shoulders, hitch of breath and know it for the submissive gesture it was.  Not that it had lasted long and Remus could only hope he himself hadn’t then been so obvious.  By the far-too-knowing smirk he’d received, his hopes were in vain.  Sirius wasn’t a wolf, but he was more dog than boy sometimes.

He pushed the thoughts out of his head as Sirius sat back down, pushing a perfectly made cup of tea over to Remus and glaring at him until he took a fork and had a bite of cake.  Monster.  For some reason, watching godlike Sirius Black do that foul thing where he went between chewing the inside of his lip and tossing his hair back, ever the heir, made everything not funny anymore.  He’d played with his cuffs at Remus’ bedside, too.  It was the first time he’d known Sirius to be utterly silent and the first time he’d realised that he’d done so specifically because Remus asked him.  Not James.  Not McGonagall.  Remus.

“I can’t.”

Sirius looked at him and all his fears that he was blowing this out of proportion and it was just a joke melted away.  Sirius looked old like he only ever was when he got drunk enough to talk about his family without swearing.  Until he cocked his head.  

“‘Cause you don’t want to?  Or ‘cause you think I don’t want to?  Or ‘cause you think I don’t want to as much as you want?  Or the other way round?  Which is bloody stupid, really.  ‘Cause if you don’t already know and actually, I know you, you great prune and I’m taking you outside.”

Remus was still trying to make sense of the babble when he was dragged out of his seat, sparing a fleeting, disorientated look at his full tea cup which now seemed to be on the other side of the Great Hall.  Along with his bag and his soggy homework.  It appeared he was allowing himself to be man-handled outside by a monster.  Which was strange, because he was pretty sure he was the monster.  Only wait.

The fresh air made him feel instantly better, something settling in his shoulders and his gut at the scent of pine and lake.  Trying not to drown in years and weight and boyhood and looks and betrayal and pack was more difficult.  They rounded the corner, careering down the hill towards the lake, deserted this time of year.  Balls but it was cold.  Sirius turned, laughing as they managed to stop but he’d seen this laugh before and he was sick and tired of all of it.  Something clicked: Here you are, ladies and gentlemen - Remus Lupin: wizard, werewolf and a compete bender for his best friend.

“Sirius.”

“What.”

What had they been arguing about last night again?  Oh yes.  Was he slightly hysterical?  Probably.

“I hold to the fact that James helping Lily pick out curtains for their future flat does not, in fact, make him a ‘prancing trollopy girl’ as that is inaccurate and beneath you in equal measure.”

Sirius was looking at him like he’d starting lecturing him on the mating habits of the honey badger in fluent Korean.  Perhaps monsters need more help.

“What I mean to say is.  You’re still wrong.  Very wrong.”

And that was it.  All his literary prowess and he couldn’t think of anything else to say.  So he waited.  And watched.

It was instant, the change, just like before.  Those big eyes, the little jolt that took Sirius’ body from something brash and imposing to something less readable but strangely acquiescent, hanging on what was about to happen to him next, knowing that he wasn’t in control of it.  Only this was Sirius Black and it lasted just long enough for Remus’ doubts to come back full force before that submission shifted seamlessly into boldness.  One last thought about where this ridiculous boy might have learnt to wait for the blow and then the wolf took all those doubts and told him exactly where to stick them.  Oh look, Remus thought rather abstractly as trembling, powerful fingers swept his hat off, I did that ‘interpreted as sexual’ thing again.  Teeth nicked at his neck trying to get under his old scarf, Sirius’ hair was floppy enough to tangle at his own knuckles and when he finally managed to breathe out it was a mutual laugh into each others’ mouths which should have been unpleasant but wasn’t and those strong fingers wouldn’t have let him pull away if he’d wanted to.  Sirius was doing that thing again where he was too sodding happy to properly exist without breaking a law somewhere.  This was so much worse (better, he dared to think, better) than Friday 31st March, however, thus confirming what, as Remus had already posited, was universally acknowledged.

Sirius Black was a monster.

Why did everything in Harry’s house have to be so damn high?

It hadn’t been long since Kingsman’s very own Jesus had been cleared to go home from medical after spending months of gruelling physical therapy at the manor, and the moment he was cleared Eggsy had offered to help in any way he could. It was only fair, considering everything the man had done for him (there was also the teeny, positively almost nonexistent, really, little fact that Eggsy was in love with him, but that was neither here nor there).

While Harry puttered around the house trying to do as much as he could - and sometimes more than he could handle - Eggsy had taken to doing chores around the house; cleaning things like the floor where the repetitive movements were still hard on Harry’s muscles, making sure said man took the medication for said muscles as well as for his migraines (there was a whole rainbow of medications, and Eggsy had made a list to keep track of them all and pinned it to the fridge. And the bathroom mirror. There may also have been one on Harry’s nightstand. He just wanted him to get better, was that a crime?), and laundry.

Oh, laundry.

Eggsy could feel the strain in the backs of his calves as he balanced precariously on a stool, one leg jutting out behind him for balance, while he tried to reach for the socks that had made a home at the bottom of the dryer. It wouldn’t have been a hard task, normally, had Harry not gone for a stack set in the hall closet so that there could be a neat little folding table. But the fact of the matter remained that it was up high enough that Eggsy had somehow managed to get himself inside the machine. Almost. He was certain that with a little bit of wiggling he could unstick his shoulder.

Probably.

Eggsy let out a high keen at the back of his throat at the unfortunate nature of his circumstances, and right on cue there was a polite cough from the doorway. He felt himself sag.

“Need help?” There was laughter in Harry’s voice as he no doubt watched the process with interest, but Eggsy managed to turn just enough inside the dryer to be able to look at him.

“I’ve got it, Harry. Thank you.” Harry chuckled and closed the distance between them, one arm skimming up his back before wrapping around his waist firmly, and then the man appeared at his side, still holding him, to reach past him inside the dryer. Without looking at what he was doing, Harry plucked out all three socks Eggsy had been trying to reach.

“You could have just asked, you know.” The arm around his waist tightened as Harry helped guide him out of the machine without hurting himself or trying to dislocate any joints. Eggsy tried valiantly not to think about Harry’s hands on him, but with him so close it was a rather difficult task. Eventually - by the loosest sense of the term - he gave up and focused on trying not to make a noise that had the very real possibility of making Harry uncomfortable. When Harry managed to get him free he toppled backwards, feet hitting the floor about the same time as his back wound up against Harry’s chest, the man’s arm still locked around his waist.

“Didn’t want to trouble you.” Harry’s laugh was a rumble against his back, deep and rich, and Eggsy was glad Harry couldn’t see his face.

“You didn’t want to trouble me? Darling.” Eggsy slipped a little further into Harry’s hold at the endearment, and he considered it a rather embarrassing reflex. Harry’s fingers splayed over his side, and there was still laughter in Harry’s voice as he rested his chin on Eggsy’s head. “Nothing you could do will ever cause me trouble.”

Little things about the next generation kids..
  • Teddy: Ravenclaw. Left-handed. Loves drinking tea, but he only adds milk, no sugar. Excels in Charms. Very shy. Hates flying. Horrible at Herbology. Wants to become an Auror like his mum. Enjoys drawing and painting. In love with Victoire his whole life.
  • Victoire: Ravenclaw. Loves to sing. Plays piano. Overly dramatic. Plays hard to get. Very outgoing. Hates tea. Excels in all classes but Potions. Hates getting dirty. Sometimes seen as arrogant. Known as being the most beautiful in her year.
  • Dominique: Slytherin. Very studious. Loves dying her hair. Drinks black coffee. Writer. Activist. Close to her little brother. Doesn't see eye to eye with Victoire. A subtle rebel. Wears a lot of black. Loves Potions. Doesn't see eye to eye with her mother. Fiercely independent.
  • Louis: Hufflepuff. Loves the outdoors. Very sensitive. Horrible at Quidditch. Close to Hagrid. Loves Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. Loves photography. Close to Dominique. Hates conflict. Admires his Uncle Charlie.
  • Molly II: Slytherin. Outspoken. Challenging. Determined. Puts too much sugar in her tea. Sarcastic. Protective. Cuss words make up her vocabulary. Bisexual. Charming. Always gets away with everything. Resembles her Grandmother in looks.
  • Lucy: Hufflepuff. Loves her cousin Louis. Organized. Goody goody. Daddy's girl. Bites her lip when she's nervous. Wants to become a healer. Opposite of her sister. Very close to her Grandfather.
  • Fred II: Gryffindor. Handsome. Light-hearted. Jokester. Keeper on the Quidditch team. Reckless. Loves his Grandmother's sweaters. Fiercely loyal. Fascinated with Muggle sports.
  • Roxanne: Gryffindor. Fierce. Logical. Chaser on the Quidditch team. Very close to her brother. Sarcastic. Excels in DADA. Spitting image of her mother. Intimidates boys her age. Always has her nails painted. Gets good grades without trying.
  • Rose: Gryffindor. Outgoing. Likable. Albus is her best friend. Strategic. The brain. Loves reading about Muggle politics. Chews her nails. Has a ton of freckles. Concerned. Loyal to default. Afraid of failure. In love with Scorpius.
  • Hugo: Gryffindor. Light-hearted. Risk-taker. Loving. Extremely protective of Lily. Lives in detention. Secretly McGonagall's favorite. Clumsy as they get. Friends with all the ghosts.
  • James: Gryffindor. Mysterious. Future Auror. Charming. Rebel. Loves to party. Vodka is his favorite. Extremely intelligent. Smokes on occasion. Enjoys Qudditch but doesn't play on the team. Never takes anything too seriously.
  • Albus: Slytherin. Sensitive. Caring. Adores Rose. Soft-spoken. Book worm. Idealist. Ambitious. Has nightly discussions with Dumbledore's portrait. Loves long walks at night. Always sneaks out of the common room after hours. Has a sweet tooth.
  • Lily: Gryffindor. Personable. Talkative. Loves the outdoors. Sweet. Hippy. Excels in Herbology. Close to her godmother. Always wears her hair in a braid. Resembles her mother. Has her nose pierced. Daddy's girl. Vegan. Obsessed with Muggle magazines.
  • Scorpius: Slytherin. Crazy about Rose. Close to his father. Charming. Manipulative when he wants to be. Hates dressing up. Popular. Seeker on the Quidditch team. Loves to debate. Best in his year. Sensitive. Intelligent.
  • Lorcan: Ravenclaw. Serious. Dedicated. Loves non-fiction. Obsessed with Muggle science. Resembles his mother. Quiet. Loner. Loves Transfiguration.
  • Lysander: Ravenclaw. Idealist. Dreamer. Optimistic. Resembles his father in looks. Has his mother's spirit. Interested in wandlore. Tries to make the world a better place. Has a lot of friends.
Wanna Know Why I Like Darcy?

It’s the same reason Ron is my favourite HP character. Don’t get me wrong, I love a lot of characters and Hermione is fucking awesome.

However.

The reason I love Ron so much is because he’s average. He’s an okay wizard. He’s an okay student. Sometimes he really pulls it out of the bag, and sometimes he really doesn’t.

He’s not “special” like Harry, he’s not super intelligent like Hermione. It’s reinforced by the fact he’s got tons of family and they’re all good at something in particular.

And there’s Ron. Overshadowed a little by his friends, kinda forced into the background a bit by all the family, but he steps up to the plate anyway. He knows he’s kinda average, and he’s out there fighting because it’s the right thing to do.

Like Darcy.

She’s overshadowed by Jane and Erik. Both super intelligent scientists and working in a realm that isn’t even her area of expertise. Then Thor turns up. Maybe he’s not intelligent like Jane, but he’s special - other worldly, super strength, heir to the throne of a far off place.

But Darcy steps up. Both times. She’s stuck in an unfamiliar city in Thor 2, the world about to end, her boss and best friend has disappeared (and might be dying for all she knows), the other scientist she knows is dancing around a national landmark with his bollocks out.

She’s outmanned and outgunned, but she does what little she can anyway. Because she has to.

MCU is stuffed full of extraordinary characters. I love Black Widow, love Wanda, love Sif; love Maria Hill; but they’re not average by any means. Darcy is the little guy, the normal person in a sea of extraordinary faces.

You think by writing about that it’s self insert? I HOPE to be a person who steps up to the plate even when they know they’re outmatched. A person who does the right thing BECAUSE it’s the right thing.

I don’t need any more superheroes who have a moral responsibility to step up because they have super strength and abilities; that’s a given. Give me someone who has NOTHING and goes right ahead anyway.

God knows the world needs more of it.

little things: next gen edition

teddy lupin. hufflepuff. loyal and outgoing. wears his hair blue 90% of the time. splits the remaining 10% between the weasley red and his cousin draco’s platinum blonde. likes snogging victoire all over bill and fleur’s house because bill’s face turns redder than his hair and it makes fleur laugh. kind hearted. sometimes at christmas dinners he changes his nose into all sorts of things to make the younger kids laugh. doesn’t understand why uncle harry looks so sad during this. he misses his mum and dad more than he could ever put into words. expert at potions. 

victoire weasely. ravenclaw. is fluent in both french and english. is extremely glad to be a ravenclaw because blue looks fantastic on her. head over heels for teddy lupin. loves her dad more than anything else except maybe her pet lizard. manages to keep up straight o’s all throughout her schooling. head girl. doesn’t care for quidditch one bit, but loves muggle football. is sick of people always being sad on her birthday. takes her coffee black. 

james sirius potter. gryffindor. loves quidditch as much as breathing. always jokes about being the protective older brother but he’s very much aware that lily luna could kick his ass. his coffee is more sugar than anything else. quidditch captain in his sixth year. sometimes feels like his chest will collapse at the pressure to live up to his namesakes. lives off pop-tarts. shamelessly enjoys muggle soap opera shows. wants to play for puddlemore united when he leaves school.

rose granger-wesley. ravenclaw. has never lost a game of quidditch to james sirius. has a big crush on padma patil’s daughter. can kick her dad’s arse at chess. always gets books for her birthday. loves visiting her mum at the ministry. allergic to cats. sometimes wishes she didn’t feel as pressured to do well in school. thinks her uncle harry’s cousin dudley is absolutely hilarious. can and will beat anyone in an eating competition of any sorts. witnessed a car accident on a street one day and has been able to see thestrals ever since. loves the colour pink even though it looks ridiculous with her hair. 

albus severus potter. slytherin. is sick of people telling him that he has his fathers eyes. can’t decide if he thinks his namesakes were brave or immensely idiotic. despises quidditch with a burning passion. enjoys being his fathers not-so-secret favourite. falls asleep in front of the fire reading 5/7 nights. sneaks into the ravenclaw tour every wednesday night to spend the night with scorpius. thinks mr. malfoy is hilarious. is made up of ninety percent sarcasm. understands his grandpa’s fascination with muggles more than his cousins. loves going on late night drives.

scorpius hyperion malfoy. ravenclaw. his favourite christmas tradition is staying up all night watching movies with his mum. comes home for the holidays in first year to find his father has decorated his room in blue and bronze. ravenclaw win the quidditch cup the first year he’s on the team. sometimes when he looks at albus severus he thinks he’s in love. doesn’t like his grandpa much. loves unicorns. shares hair-care tips with victoire weasley. doesn’t want to have children. still sleeps with the stuffed dragon teddy lupin gave him when he was born.

molly weasley ii. slytherin. has never got higher than an acceptable in any of her classes. best friends with fred ii. proud to be named after her grandma. wishes her dad would let up about her behaviour. her uncle george is secretly her favourite. she was thirteen when she realised that if her cousins stood in a certain way for family christmas photos, they could spell dirty words with their sweaters. loves the pet chickens her grandpa gave her. hates cooking more than anything. wishes lily luna wasn’t so good at quidditch because she’s sick of being the reserve seeker. loves when her mum uses her eggs and bacon to make faces on her plate.

lily luna potter. slytherin. spends months begging her biggest brother teddy to teach her to change her hair because she’s sick of looking like christmas with her red hair and her green robes. is a big fan of muggle romance movies. james once told her that she threw like a girl and she threw the quaffle at him so hard that his nose was broken in three different places. her heart aches when she looks at the stars at night. cuts her hair shorter than albus’ in fourth year. grandma is furious but her mum loves it. opens the chamber of secrets in her third year, much to her dad’s confusion. likes boys and girls but mostly quidditch.

lorcan scamander. gryffindor. in love with lily luna. sometimes resents his twin for choosing gryffindor even after he went to hufflepuff. wants to work with dragons like charlie weasley when he grows up. his dad paints constellations on his bedroom ceiling and then spells them to move like the stars do. if it wasn’t for rose weasley in ravenclaw, he and james sirius would guarantee gryffindor a win every time. when he was very little he set fire to all his dresses and proclaimed he wanted to be a boy like his brother. manages to break something in every divination lesson he attends. 

dominique weasley. slytherin. has a pet snake that likes lily luna better than her. is very glad she didn’t inherit the family freckles. loves visiting her mum’s family in france. loves french food. loves french boys. refuses to learn french. wants to be a professor when she graduates. has her dad wrapped around her little finger. her patronus is a baby elephant and she can’t figure out why. always manages to wing her eye-liner perfectly. 

fred johnson-weasley ii. gryffindor. enjoys studying more than quidditch. spends every thursday night having dinner with molly at hagrid’s hut. wishes his dad didn’t see his dead twin every time he looked at him. has successfully introduced spelling to grawp. would eat cereal for every meal if roxy didn’t force feed him vegetables. hates being away from his mum during school term. spends his summer’s working in his dad’s joke shop. wishes the time turners weren’t all destroyed because he wants to take every class hogwarts offers.

hugo granger-weasley. hufflepuff. loves that school always feels like a big family outing. likes watching quidditch but refuses to get on a broom. has tea with professor trelawney on sunday mornings. wants to be an auror when he’s older. hates history of magic because he’s sick of hearing about the war his parents lived through. his dad gave him a white ferret to take to school in first year and mr. malfoy was red in the face at the train station when he noticed. gets away with every single prank he pulls at school. 

lucy weasley. hufflepuff. wishes that there were more out gay girls at hogwarts than just her cousins. loves her mum but she just doesn’t get her the way dad does. prides herself on excelling at school. is always up for a late night trip to the kitchens. doesn’t understand why her dad won’t let her have a pet rat. spends the weeks leading up to christmas helping her grandma knit everyones jumpers. befriends the finnigan-thomas triplets immediately even though none of them share a house. sleeps in her dad’s old gryffindor shirt.

lysander scamander. hufflepuff. thinks his mum is barmy. loves her anyway. glad his parents made a mistake when they bought home him and his ‘sister’ because he loves lorcan a lot more as a boy. is in love with louis weasley. a big fan of cheerleader movies. wishes his dad would stop bringing home weird things from work. spends summer between fifth and sixth year teaching himself french. flogs the marauders map from james sirius in term two of third year, and manages to keep it hidden for a solid week. loves to fly.

louis weasley. ravenclaw. loves being at school with all his cousins but sometimes wishes he’d taken mums offer to go to beauxbatons. was in love with teddy lupin between ages seven-ten. thinks his dad’s scars make him more handsome. secretly loves lily luna the most out of all his cousins. doesn’t understand why everyone obsesses over quidditch when there’s muggle sports like gymnastics. falls in love with lysander scamander in his sixth year. is a confused and impressed by luna lovegood. wishes victoire wouldn’t let her pet lizard roam around the house.

roxanne johnson-weasley. gryffindor. sometimes forgets the names of all her cousins. is responsible for starting the lgbtq safe space club at hogwarts. thinks uncle charlie had the right idea about not having children. sometimes when she’s flying she wonders how high she could go, wonders if she could just leave earth behind. punches a fifth year hufflepuff in the face when she’s twelve because he made a racist comment. wishes it was acceptable to put gravy on her pancakes. her detention record finally overtook her fathers in sixth year, and she’s making it her goal to overtake james potter and sirius black by the time she graduates. watches the beauty and the beast movie at least once a week when she’s home.

pansexualharrypotter  asked:

Okay so you made a headcanon of Harry and Draco going to a trampoline park, what would happen? (I need this lmao, thank you, bro) ((Also your headcanons are great, pal, love 'em))

DRARRY GOES TO THE TRAMPOLINE PARK

-okay so they are the oldest people there by like ten years
-Draco literally screams when he sees the trampolines and immediately tries to start jumping in the middle of a bunch of children and they all run away but he doesn’t even notice
-Harry is much more self conscious and kind of just does these weak little hops while he watches Draco having the time of his life
-“HARRY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS IS THE FUNNEST THING WE’VE EVER DONE COME JUMP WITH ME”
-Draco grabs Harry by the wrists and tries to force him to jump in circles with him and eventually he gives in bc Draco is so fuckin cute when he’s excited
-they start having a rlly fun time and their laughter is louder than all the screams from the children
-parents are staring at them
-then they fall down bc socks are slippery so naturally they start making out in the corner of the gym
-they are asked to leave by the manager because there are children present
-Draco makes a lot of loud proclamations about the injustice of their institution and how he will be informing his father about this (“he has CONNECTIONS, you know!”)
-Harry is just trying to drag him out the door and his face is soooo red
-they finally get to the car and they’re both laughing so hard they can’t breathe and they’re sweaty and out of breath and happy and then they make out some more the end

Um so anyways this happened I’m r rally tired right now God bless so this makes -2 sense ALSO THANKS FOR ALL OF THAT YOURE SO SWEET OMG ILY