maybe i'll try to do more

delicate-cherry  asked:

Dramione + angst + please don't kill Draco and Hermione 💜

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

setting: modern, non-magical, high school au

Everyone finds out.

Everyone finds out they’re fucking, specifically, the Monday after prom, when half the senior class is still trying to wash glitter out of their hair and hide their Plan B receipts from their parents. Yearbooks are being passed around, skinny black Sharpies bleeding ink and ex’s and oh’s and the kind of burning, overwrought nostalgia Draco already wishes he had an eraser for.

It’s just a rumor until it isn’t.

It’s just a rumor until the iPad camera shutter snap echoes and echoes and echoes around the cavernous interior of the empty auditorium—and, oh, Draco will have to remember to laugh at that, later; getting caught, finally, on an actual fucking stage—when he doesn’t have her dressed pushed up and his boxers pushed down and the taste of her tart and sweet and wet on the tip of his tongue—

Everyone finds out.


That isn’t the real secret, though.

It wouldn’t be a big deal, if it was anyone else.

It wouldn’t be a big deal, if it wasn’t Hermione fucking Granger.

“What do you mean, that wasn’t the first time?” Potter’s voice cracks, slightly, on the last two words.

Draco smirks.  

Hermione wore a Yale sweatshirt to school the day she got her acceptance letter.

Navy blue and bright, bright white. Crewneck. Her jeans were tucked unevenly into the tops of her boots, and all Draco could think about was how much better she’d look in Dartmouth green. In Princeton orange.  

In nothing at all.

“After the shit he’s said?” Potter demands, sounding angry in a way that almost—almost—surprises Draco. Almost might as well be the story of his fucking life. “To you? About you? After the shit he’s done?

Hermione’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click. “Yes,” she says simply, before reaching for Draco’s hand.

Draco had gotten better, over the years, at pretending.

It was a learned behavior. A conditional response to a childhood spent digesting the morals of Disney movies and anti-bullying campaigns and half-hearted reprimands to be nice. To be better. Smiles could be faked. Compliments could be forced.  

Letters of recommendation, however—character references, long-winded tributes to his sportsmanship and his discipline and his superior time management skills—those couldn’t be.

“I’m in love with him,” Hermione says, and it’s a little bit surreal how deeply Draco understands her honesty. “People can surprise you, Harry, even when you don’t expect them to.” She hesitates, curling her fingers into Draco’s palm. “Especially when you don’t expect them to.”

“Looks like we’ll be at school together next year,” Draco remarked the Friday before spring break.  

Hermione’s lips parted. Pink and full and bare. “You—Malfoys go to Harvard.”

He shrugged. Her sheets were itchy against his shoulder blades, patchwork red and gold flannel warm with residual body heat. “You’re the only thing I don’t want to leave behind,” he said.


a soft and beautiful man and the sharp asshole that lives in his house

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."
Things I Do Instead Of Writing
  • Daydream about my story
  • Daydream about writing
  • Read posts about how to write well
  • Make an incorrect quotes blog for my story and post stuff to it
  • Try to plot and then get distracted
  • Try to worldbuild and then get distracted
  • Stare at a blank page
  • Think about AUs for my story
  • Tell my friends about scenes that are cute or funny or intense and not actually write them
  • Draw maps for the fantasy land
  • Take notes on characters
  • Take notes on setting
  • Try to organize said notes 
  • Daydream about becoming a bestselling author
  • Who should I cast in the movie
  • Should I even let Hollywood make a movie or will they screw it up

(via K.A.R.D - Rumor M/V Making - Youtube)

He started speaking English, and I just couldn’t….. *_*

“Let’s go home.”

Mary, Sam, Dean, and Cas walk out of the barn slowly.

Mary takes a deep breath and, with her head down, heads straight for her car.

Sam looks to Dean, who stares at Cas, nods, then follows Mary.

Cas looks at Dean, and for a moment they just stare at each other in silence.

Sam and Mary whisper quietly in the distance.

Cas opens his mouth to say something, but before he can Dean has his arms around Castiel’s waist and his head in Castiel’s neck.

Cas wraps his arms around Dean as well, seeming to say that he meant what he said, that the Winchesters are family.

Dean takes a deep breath and sighs into Cas. He strengthens his hold around his waist.

And in his relief, Dean decides to say what he should have said long ago, and now only with the courage that comes from hearing it said to him first.

“I love you too.”

Can we all just agree that Queen Rhea is basically outer space Lillian Luthor

Originally posted by fatedxdestiny

Originally posted by missmysteriousm

  • Rhea hates Kryptonians cause she’s from Daxam and she thinks Kryptonians are very stuck up and better than Daxamites
  • Lillian hates most aliens but has a super hatred for Kryptonians cause well, a Kryptonian put her son in jail and she thinks Kryptonians (well only Clark and Kara) think of themselves as gods.
  • Rhea keeps blaming Kryptonians for everything bad that happened to her
  • Lillian keeps blaming (a) Kryptonian for everything bad that happened to her (son) {Rhea gets an extra point though cause her planet literally is dead but c’mon stop trying to make Kara feel guiltier than she already is}
  • Rhea wants to make Daxam great again
  • Lillian wants to make Earth “safe” again
  • Rhea manipulates/forces her son into doing things he doesn’t want to 
  • Lillian manipulates/forces her daughter into doing things she doesn’t want to
  • They’ve both physically hurt Kara (can u not? plz? thenks.)
  • Both are amazing villains
  • Their children are in love with Kara

please let angus nap thanks

Church's story arc ending monologues:
  • Alpha (Season 5): You know Caboose, I used to not care. I just went along with orders, and hoped that everything would work out for me. But after all that's happened, you know what I've learned? It's not about hating the guy on the other side because someone told you to. I mean, you should hate someone because they're an asshole, or a pervert, or snob, or they're lazy, or arrogant or an idiot or know-it-all. Those are reasons to dislike somebody. You don't hate a person because someone told you to. You have to learn to despise people on a personal level. Not because they're red, or because they're blue, but because ya know them, and you see them every single day. And you can't stand them, because they're a complete and total fucking douchebag.
  • Epsilon (Season 8): I'd like to say that I found her right away, that I just walked into the Epsilon Unit, and there she was, waiting for me. As you can probably guess, it didn't happen that way, but, I know she's in here somewhere, and I'll find her. We always seem to find each other, for better or for worse. I don't know why the Director did what he did. I don't know if he was trying to revive a memory from his past, or if he was just trying to get it out of his head. But I figured out something that the Director didn't. It took Alpha, Delta, and the rest to help piece it together for me, but what I've learned is that a great love is a lot like a good memory. When it's there, and you know it's there, but it's just out of your reach, it can be all that you think about. You can focus on it, and try to force it, but the more you do, the more you seem to push it away. But if you're patient, and you hold still, then maybe... Just maybe... It will come to you. I just need to make sure I'm somewhere she can find me. I think this place is a little different than it was before. See, out there, everything is based on the Alpha, but in here, I guess I'm the Alpha. And maybe this time through, things will be a little different for me as well. I guess I'll find out. And I mean, hell, if you have to live the rest of your life in a memory... you might as well make it a good one.
  • Epsilon (Season 13): It was Doyle who made me realize something I never thought of before. There are so many stories that some brave hero to save the day, and because of their sacrifice, the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everyone lives happily ever after. But the hero never sees gets to see that ending. They'll never know if their sacrifice actually makes a difference, they'll never know if the day was really saved. In the end, they just need to have faith. Ain't that a bitch?
The 100: Sentence Starters
  • "Tell me, if we released your people and theirs, what would have happened to mine?"
  • "If you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you. You're forgiven."
  • "I tried. I tried to be the good guy"
  • "Their blood is on your hands."
  • "But I made this choice with my head and not my heart."
  • "Either you get up and fight this or you crawl away and die alone like a coward."
  • "You think you're a god at everything."
  • "Maybe there are no good guys."
  • "Empirical evidence doesn't lie."
  • "You say having feelings makes me weak, but you're weak for hiding from them."
  • "Touch me again and I'll end you. In a non-criminal way."
  • "Maybe life should be about more than just surviving."
  • "Stay alive and be ready to fight. War is coming."
  • "After everything we've done, do we even deserve to survive?"
  • "I won't let you die."
  • "You're a natural born revolutionary."
  • "I won't let you surrender."
  • "I'm just trying to do what's right."

I’ve officially submitting all of my essays and am done with this semester, and starting my summer vacation now. So, first thing’s first, it’s time to purge my drafts.

Drafts: 336

Oh man, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. Based off the ask I sent to @sorcererinslytherin last night about Ryan and Trevor as half-brothers. Enjoy the this 2000 word drivel

Ryan storms out of the house, slamming the door on his way out, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his too large leather jacket. His breath is misting. It’s cold. The sky is clear with the moon shining down upon him. He doesn’t feel the cold. His blood is burning too hot. He’s angry. Pissed off at Craig and up to the last straw. He’s done. He’s done with them. He’s done with their family. He’s done with their dumb ass rules and—


He stops, anger abated at the voice as he turns around. Trevor runs after him. The t-shirt he wears is too big, and it pulls at Ryan’s heartstrings for a moment. He remembers when his mother brought Trevor home for the first time when he was eight. He was so small then. He’s still small even now, all gangly limbs wrapped up in second hand clothing.

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