looking forward to the weekend ;)

This Sunday, Wizards of the Coast will be participating for the first time in the Seattle Pride Parade. Here are some pictures of our preparations for the festivities! 

Inclusivity is very important to us, in fact, it’s Wizards of the Coast’s first Core Value. So this weekend we look forward to celebrating with our LGBTQ employees, fans and community.

This Sunday, Wizards of the Coast will be participating for the first time in the Seattle Pride Parade. Here are some pictures of our preparations for the festivities!   

Inclusivity is very important to us, in fact, it’s Wizards of the Coast’s first Core Value. So this weekend we look forward to celebrating with our LGBTQ employees, fans and community.

I spent a few hours drawing a Thor Ragnarok image today, wanted to try and speed up my process and make decisions more quickly. I tend to over think things and want to try and get work out more often!

Hope you guys like it, I’m looking forward to the film! Have a good weekend :D

Positive Weekly Aesthetics

Monday: New week, new motivation, a pile of finished homework and a nicely organised pencil case. A clean, fresh bullet journal spread and empty to-do lists. Your outfit is ready for you when you wake up, prepared the night before. 

Tuesday: Getting into the rhythm, your favourite tunes and morning runs. Your journal starts to fill up, cute drawings decorating the pages. The world seems slow, the week long as it has just started; yet it is chaotic at the same time.

Wednesday: Hump day. Early morning coffee and messy lecture notes, sticky notes with reminders and to-do lists, scribbling on white boards and collapsing in bed with blankets and a good book after a long day, the distant sound of rain hitting your windows.

Thursday: Grabbing brunch with friends and laughing at old memories, green smoothies and almond croissants. Friendly curious talks with your teachers and professors. Working on an assignment due weeks away and watching a movie by the fireplace.

Friday: Looking forward to the weekend, early morning study and typed notes. Going through colourful flashcards at a local cafe, friendly smiles and latte art. Going out at night and loud music blasting through your ears, walking home with friends under the cool air and peaceful stars.

Saturday: Green tea and cold water, warm showers and sleeping in. Readings and PowerPoints, looking out into the busy streets from your beautiful desk. Getting dressed up, sharp eyeliner wings and meeting with friends, engaging conversations during dinner and later crawling into the warmth and comfort of your bed.

Sunday: Lazy mornings and making pancakes in your pyjamas, finishing homework and getting a head start on next week’s readings. Dancing freely as you clean and organise and being comfortable in your own skin. Watching your favourite TV show at night and going to bed early and ready for next week.

Love Galore | Billy Hargrove

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader (fite me)

Summary: Inspired by the song “Love Galore” by SZA. Basically you’re Billy’s side chick that catches feelings. 

Words: 953

Song

Warnings: Implied/ Referenced Smut, slight language, mentions of abuse

A/N: LISTEN if you unfollow me because you don’t like Billy go ahead, but don’t send hate my way because I will block you and cry.  


Why you bother me when you know you don’t want me?
Why you bother me when you know you got a woman?

Why you bother me when you know you know better?

Your peaceful sleep was disturbed by the bed moving rather harshly. Rubbing your tired eyes your mind quickly recalling exactly what had taken place last night. The sudden flick of a lighter broke the silence, shifting your body to the other side your eyes took in the sight that was before you.

Billy Hargrove. Shirtless. Smoking a cigarette.

Feeling eyes on him, he smirked glancing at your smaller frame, taking in a drag of his cigarette. 

“Good morning.” you choked out weakly earning a low grunt in return. Desperately trying to strike up a conversation you continued “Are you staying over today?”

Billy sighed in annoyance.

“You know I can’t do that (Y/N).” He let out a puff of smoke with an exaggerated huff.

“I-I know it’s just I haven’t seen you in a while” You replied sheepishly, a little taken a back by his reaction. You and Billy weren’t dating, he made it very clear what kind of arrangement it was. He would call you whenever he was mad or stressed whether it be about his dad, Max, or his girlfriend and you would have sex. Normally you would have never agreed to being used like this, but Billy did something to you. It couldn’t be love though, that was against the “contract”. You both went to Hawkins and basically avoided each other outside of the bedroom or his car (or wherever he decided was appropriate at the time). He has his reputation to uphold and so did you. You were top of your class and guys like Billy usually didn’t associate with you.

Lately his calls became less frequent and even though you tried to find a boy that you hoped would finally take your mind far away from him, there you were after another night with him begging like a child for him to stay.

“I already told Carol I was feelin’ sick last night she’s probably gonna want to come over.” He deadpanned. Carol had been his girl for the past month, he had stopped calling and began showing up at your window. You moved yourself to the edge of the bed, back facing him.

“You’re serious about her aren’t you?” Your voice merely a whisper, but he heard and he let out a low chuckle, a pit formed in your stomach.

“The hell’s that suppose to mean?” Even though you couldn’t see him you knew his eyes were on you, you could basically feel his blue eyes piercing your soul. You didn’t respond. To be honest you didn’t even know what you meant. After what seemed like eons he spoke again. “If you got something to say stop beating around the damn bush” He spat, you flinched a little, surprised by his sudden change in tone.

“Why are you even here?” you mumbled.

“Sorry I didn’t quite catch that” You knew he had heard you loud and clear.

You turned to face him, making sure to emphasize every word “Why. Are. You. Here. Billy.?”

“You know damn well why I’m here.” He scoffed taking another drag of his cigarette not breaking eye contact. You knew this stand off was only going to end one way, but you had to let your feelings be known.

“I want to hear you say it.” You say louder.

“We have sex (Y/N). Great, stress relieving sex with no feelings attached. That’s why I’m here.” He spat. Tears began to form but you suppressed your feelings, quickly composing yourself.

“You have a girlfriend that I’m sure can give you that, why don’t you go have sex with her instead of playing with my feelings and treating me like shit?” You snapped, Billy was taken aback by the venom in your voice.

“(Y/N). You know we talked about this.” He said cautiously obviously picking up on your pissed off tone.

“I wait at the phone at night like a pathetic piece of shit waiting for you to call the goddamn phone. You don’t even care!” You knew Billy didn’t like being yelled at from him opening up about his abusive dad, you tried to give his behavior a pass, but his total disregard for others- for you.. sent you over the edge.

“(Y/N)…” He warned, hoping that you’d stop. No. You kept going.

“I swear to god you walk around like you’re the king of a castle-”

“Chill out-”

“What the hell Billy! You’re not the only one with feelings!”
“Jesus Christ!” He slammed his hand on the night stand,not phased by his actions you continued 

“You don’t even care about us!”

“There is no us goddammit!” His words shot through you like a bullet. His face was slightly red from screaming, his eyes sharp and uninviting. Billy was pissed, he put out his cigarette and climbed out of bed, quickly throwing on his clothes.

“Billy..” You call out in remorse.

“No. Screw this and Screw you.” You felt a pang in your chest, he slid on his shoes and started for the bedroom door. Immediately regretting the shouting match you had started you reached out for his leather jacket. Billy scoffed and yanked it from your hands. Tears threatening to fall again, you averted your eyes from his gaze, sniffling slightly.

“Billy, I-” Before you could choke out an apology the door to your bedroom slammed shut, you were almost surprised it didn’t come clean off the hinges. A minute later, you heard the harsh roar of his Camaro. He had left you, a mess on your bed. Unlike most times that he left you like this, you weren’t entirely sure he would come back.

It was toxic. But you loved it. You loved him.

And so you found yourself that night once again.

Waiting for him to call.

Call me lookin for ya

I be looking for ya

Got me looking forward to weekends with you baby

Long as we got..

Love, Love, Love, Long as we got..


A/N: I will retreat back into my hole now, thank you. (Requests are open)

we’re having a lab retreat this weekend (which as of now may or may not involve actual science?) and while I am not looking forward to spending two days in the woods with my coworkers and boss, at least this year we’re not inviting the weirdos from the other lab that make the last lab camping trip an actual nightmare

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Here’s some Hufflepuff yellow and irregular verb ending notes! It’s been a weird day; I overslept, my shirt has a hole in it, and these plum candies are a little too sweet for me. Looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend (ᴗ˳ᴗ)

Also: I changed my theme! It has columns now (・о・)

anonymous asked:

How often do you see Molly and the rest of the Weasley clan?

Harry: I see Ron and Hermione on and off during the week, but the whole family gets together at the Burrow-

Harry: I look forward to the weekends, when I can make it. The kids all get along great, and Ginny claims the family quidditch games are about ten times more brutal than anything she deals with professionally. *grins* 

… It’s nice having- … being with family.