mud flying

some of the pranks green day has pulled on other bands
  • kaiser chiefs: green day brings an entire jazz band onto the stage during their set.
  • prima donna: crashes their set with toilet paper, confetti, booze, and costumes. also filled their dressing with smoke and confetti.
  • franz ferdiand: gets a bunch of random guys to play bagpipes onstage to while wearing kilts. also toilet paper flies everywhere.
  • jet: green day goes onstage dressed up as animals with a bunch of male strippers. the male strippers start taking their clothes off onstage.
  • the bravery: popcorn, mascots, male strippers, and toilet paper everywhere. the bravery actually got revenge on green day by “recreating” woodstock 94 and having mud flying around during their set.
  • rise against: tre cool brings a foosball table onstage and starts playing it with the band members during their show.
  • billy talent: tre cool gets the sound people to create a loud bang during the song “rusted from the rain”. the entire band gets really scared but then laugh after realizing it was tre pranking them.
  • paramore: same thing as billy talent. tre cool creates an unexpected explosion. 
  • 30 seconds to mars: this was at a music festival so they weren’t even technically playing with green day but tre (obviously) decided to prank them anyways. he goes onstage dressed up as jared leto and starts banging cymbals while dancing around the stage.
  • afi: green day comes onstage in the middle of their set dressed in animal mascot costumes.
  • my chemical romance: had a huge garbage bag full of popcorn above the stage that opened during mcr’s set, covering everything with popcorn. every time gerard way tried to say something into his microphone, a loud explosion would interrupt him. green day then proceeds to come onstage, fighting each other with light sabers.
  • jimmy eat world: green day would randomly set off concussion light blasts in the middle of songs.
  • the interrupters: green day crashed their set while in costume and tried blindfolding all the band members and putting tape over their mouths while the interrupters were trying to sing. 

there are more but these are some of my favourite ones. this band is honestly out of control.

Not Boring

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a request with something such as the reader has always been told she’s the ‘boring’ girl and she’s really insecure about it? But like Dean or Sam likes her any way and reassures her that they like her no matter what?

Pairing: None 

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Some rainy day fun…


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“You’re an angel?” (Pt 1 ????)

Originally posted by secretsocietyofwonderland

Originally posted by clexakomtrikru

Originally posted by thecwarrow

Warnings: Violence??

Fandom: Arrow, Flash, Supergirl, Legends of Tomorrow, Justice League??

You are a superhero who has recently gotten her powers and has finally gotten a chance to use them. You run into Flash, Supergirl, and the Green Arrow. This prompts them to try and recruit you into the Legion of Superheros. What happens next can’t be summed up in a paragraph.

I might make this a series??? Tell me if you guys like it!



            You scampered frantically across an abandoned rooftop, mind racing at a million miles an hour.

Today was the day.

Or- maybe it was the night- if you wanted to be technical.

Finally after months of bothering and pestering your adopted father- he was letting you do what you wanted.

You wanted to help people.

And now at this very moment- the people you needed to help were in danger.

You skidded to a stop, white boots scraping against the cement roof.

On the street below the man- or thing- that you had been tracking was tearing up the street below.

Clayface.

And he had company.

Super company.

Supergirl streaked through the air, a large projectile flung from her arms as she passed over Clayface. It took you a second to realize that the projectile had been Green Arrow.

You cringed, watching sympathetically.

Arrow landed solidly on Clay’s head, jamming two arrows into the mud cranium to give himself a better chance of staying on. This would have been a good move- if Clayface wasn’t actually made completely out of clay. Arrow’s feet suddenly began to sink into Clay’s head, the mud becoming thick and heavy around the hero’s legs.

GL seemed to realize what was happening just as he was setting the charges on his arrows. Green Arrow cursed, realizing he couldn’t move the bottom part of his legs. He was stuck- knee deep in clay.

Supergirl seemed to realize this, making a detour in her flight so she could get Arrow out before he blew.

Clayface saw her, softening his right arm. Once Supergirl was close enough, the deformed villain flung his giant mud arm in her direction, clay connecting with Kryptonian.

Unfortunately for her- she wasn’t as immune to clay as she was to bullets. Supergirl stuck, unable to move as Clayface flung her straight into a building.

You wince, debating if you should just intervene.

Suddenly, a blur of yellow and red streaked past Clayface, grabbing onto Green Arrow.

This would have usually freed GL from most traps.

But- Clayface was pretty sticky.

The red streak stopped, unable to run any farther.

Your eyes widened, even though you were unsurprised.

Flash.

You nodded, wondering if any other superheros were hiding in the shadows, waiting to pop up and fight.

Oh wait.

That was you.

The two arrows exploded, mud spraying everywhere. But instead of that helping, the explosion just seemed to piss off the giant mud man. Clayface simply reformed, but instead of smiling- he was frowning.

Flash looked back frantically, seeing his friends legs still covered in clay. There was a long line of muck stretched tight across the road, one side connected to Arrow…

And the other was, of course, Clayface.

Flash cursed, realizing what was about to happen.

Clay face sneered, craggy mud face crinkling evilly.

Suddenly, Supergirl flew out of the building she had been thrown into, once again ready to fight.

But so was Clayface.

The long rope of clay that held Arrow and Flash grew taught as Clayface grabbed it. He swung the two superheros right into Supergirl, the group clashing in mid-air.

Clayface laughed, sounding like someone stepping in squishy mud.

Yuck.

The three superheros were across the road, most of them not moving. Clayface began to move forward like a huge slug, leaving mud everywhere as he moved towards the downed superheros. You frowned, making up your mind.

“Nasty.” You said to yourself as you jumped into the air.

Clayface loomed over the three superheros, left hand hardening into a spiky ball as he sneered.

“I don’t know why everyone has always made such a big deal about you three. I should have done this years ago-” Clayface was cut off.

Instead of dealing his finishing line this came out of his mouth:

“BLRAGHGHBLURR!” He screamed as his mouth was filled with a jet of water.

You snickered from across the street, holding the the crushed fire hydrant in you arms as you angled the torrent of water at the clay behemoth with your foot.

“I’m sorry were you saying something?” You ask, smirking as you tipped your toes to the sky and watched as the water began to deform the villains face.

“GRGLBFLURBBB-”

“I’m sorry I- I can’t understand you. Is there something important you were doing earlier?” You asked. The villain made his way over to you, deteriorating as he did so. He was five feet away now, trying to raise what looked like his old spikeball arm.

You didn’t worry though.

He was too soaked to do anything to you now.

Clayface made a frustrated noise, mud flying from the hole that used to be his mouth.

It almost got on your face- ew.

You angled the spray up, flooding the monster’s face until you couldn’t here his screaming anymore.

Just bubbles.

You reeled backwards and then let yourself shoot forward, bringing both fists down on top of Clayface’s head. The mass of clay crumpled, sagging into a defeated pile of mush.

You nudged the lump with the toe of your boot.

Clayface didn’t move.

You nodded, satisfied. Turning to the open spout of water, you realized that this fountain had been spraying water all over the street like rain.

Whoops. 

You shoved the hydrant back on the water spout, even thought you couldn’t exactly figure out how to fit it back on. You tilted you head, the fire hydrant standing crooked.

Good enough right?

“Excuse me?”

You turned, forgetting there were people here- this wasn’t one of your training simulators.

Fixing your homemade mask as you turned around, you gripped the sleeves of your black hoodie.

You came face to face with the three you had just saved- Flash, Supergirl, and Green Arrow.

Your (e/c) eyes widened under your mask, finding it weird they were actaully talking to you.

Well- you did save them so it made sense- it just wasn’t how you expected this night to go.

You expected civilians- maybe even reporters.

Not superheros.

Supergirl was waving at you, an awkward smile on her beautiful face. You looked at her- and then Arrow and Flash as they walked over to you, brushing off drying clay from their suits.

“Yeah?” You asked, trying to straighten up and look cooler than you were.

Which was hard to do when you didn’t actaully have a suit- just a hoodie, leggings, boots, and a cheap dollar store mask.

You hadn’t really planned this past the fighting.

“Who are you?” Arrow immediately replied, suspicion evident even under the mask.

You blanked.

Had you even considered a codename?

You felt mud crawling up your leg as you thought. Looking down angrily, you kicked your leg and stamped on the clay.

But it was sticking.

You groaned and bent down, poking at the clay with a scowl on your face.

“What is it?” Flash asked, leaning down to look with you.

“He’s reforming.”

You made up your mind.

“He needs to be taken in.” You said out loud, even thought you were mostly talking to yourself.

You rolled up your sleeves and sat in a crouch, placing both hands onto the damp clay.

“What do you mean-”

“Please don’t talk. Last time I tried this I passed out. I don’t want that happening.” You told Flash and then turned back to Clayface.

Your powers were tricky.

You didn’t even know everything you could do. You weren’t even sure if this would work.

But you never know unless you try right?

You pressed your hands against the clay, focusing on picking up the electrical impulses from Clayface.

Well- you hoped he was still human enough have electrical impulses.

White energy crackled around your hands as you looked, some energy arcing through your (h/c) hair. The three superheros just stared, faces cast in a white glow.

Your eyes snapped open, hands pulling away from Clayface. Your hands still crackled with energy, but now so did Clayface.

You were shocked.

“I did it.” You said out loud, a small smiling forming on your face.

“Did what?” Supergirl asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. You stood up slowly, keeping your hands out in front of you like your powers could shut off at any given moment.

You pursed your lips.

“I’m not exactly sure, but I know I can do this!” You said and snapped your fingers.

Clayface disappeared.

 Flash jumped.

You smiled, scampering to the spot were Clayface had just been.

“You killed him?” Arrow asked, tone angry. You scoffed as you kicked your feet around the area where the villain had just been.

“Of course not. I sent him to Arkham Asylum.” You said absently mindedly, stopping slowly as you realized what you just said.

“I sent him- to Arkham Asylum.” You said again and turned around, facing the three superheros slowly. They looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something.

You were an idiot.

You sent Clayface to Arkham without alerting the people who worked there.

You felt a feeling of dread wash over you.

What if he hadn’t even gotten there?

What if you had killed him?

Oh.

Oh that wasn’t a fun thought.

“I have to go.” You said quickly.

“You what?” Flash asked.

“I have to go! Sorry I couldn’t stay. But uh- Clayface. Prison- he may not be there. And if he is… people need to know. Yeah. That sounds right. Bye.” You said, all of your words coming out scattered as you began to walk away.

“Wait- we don’t know-”

”Bye!” You said and jumped into the air.

You flew away, white energy trailing after you.

The three superheros watched you go, completely silent.

“Someone needs to help her.” Arrow said, thinking of all the dangerous things you could do without guidance.

“Yeah.” Supergirl agreed, arms folded with her eyebrows knitted in concern.

The two looked at Flash- who was smiling.

“Cisco is gonna have a cow when we tell him what kind of things we just saw.”

☀ ——— Phineas and Ferb Sentence Starters.

’ We’re gonna build a rollercoaster! ’
’ Wow! Isn’t that kinda impossible? ’
’ We’re gonna need a blowtorch and some more peanut butter. ’
’ Oh-ho-ho MAN!! I can smell the peanut butter! ’
’ There’s a world of possibilities… Maybe we should make a list! ’
’ Hub is overheating… Hub is overheating. ’
’ Well, it was definitely better than the gorilla in the cake. ’
’ Why, it’s… it’s… It’s beautiful! ’
’ Would that be electronically fuel-injected? ’
’ Why have snow when it’s too cold to enjoy it? ’
’ You guys are gonna need some help. ’
’ You know, mummies had their brains pulled out through their nose. ’
’ We must be going the right way. ’
’ And by incredible, of course, I mean completely credible! ’
’ Is my nose really that pointy? ’
’ Aren’t you a little old to be a professional boxer? ’
’ It all began on the day of my actual birth. ’
’ Nonsense, kid! Go for the gold! Fight fire with fire! ’
’ You mess with the bull, you get the horns, buddy! ’
’ With 176 million hits, they can be in diapers for all I care. ’
’ Wow! Is this banana hat for some cool tropical dance number? ’
’ The curse has been lifted, and you’re no longer a monster. ’
’ I really mean unexpected–what are you doing here? ’
’ Then I guess I’ll just find a nerd and take his underpants. ’
’ That sounded like screaming children. ’
’ We beat ya! You’re big old purple pickled eggs! ’
’ Yeah, now they’re gonna fatten you up so they can eat ya. ’
’ Wow, look at all the bells and whistles! ’
’ The last one home is a big ol’ purple pickled egg! ’
’ Oohhh! I can’t believe I am just stuck here. ’
’ How long are we supposed to just sit here? ’
’ Well, I suppose things can’t get any worse. ’
’ Well, I hope that’s not going to be an issue.
’ I fly into mud, with a paper bag on my head. ’
’ How did this chocolate river get here? ’
’ We will now lay waste to the surface dwellers! ’
’ Fantastic! You look like number one! ’
’ You guys heard that, right? It wasn’t just me? ’
’ Heh, heh. I know, I’m just messing with ya. ’
’ That’s creepy on so many levels. ’
’ Doctor? Since when are you a doctor? ’
’ Well, It’s a body of fresh water surrounded by land. ’
’ That, my friend, was a past life. ’
’ Don’t just stand there! Kiss her/him! ’
’ No! It’s going to blow the roof off this place! ’
’ No way! We are not your personal slaves! ’
’ Now you can go clean the toilet. ’
’ The real shock is you’re just noticing this now. ’
’ That would explain the talking zebra. ’
’ No rules? Well, if those are the rules. ’
’ Well, you know, they must be done by now anyway. ’
’ That was completely out of character. ’
’ Come on. Be a good sport. ’
’ What? I thought you said it was a roller rink. ’
’ Come on, come on! See? ’
’ Let’s see, what do I usually do? ’
’ They say if you love something, let it go. ’
’ Are you…sweating through your eyes? ’
’ Just turn off the home movies! ’
’ These are so much nicer than the ones I lost! ’
’ Close your mouth, honey. You’ll catch flies.  ’
’ And just to express how sorry we are, here’s my credit card. ’
’ You have our permission to ruin us financially. ’
’ I mean, uh… I’d love to give it a try. ’
’ It’s even worse than I thought… ’
’ No more annoying songs about moons! ’
’ Oh, but I like a good toe-tapping dam song. ’
’ Actually, I’ve been trying to avoid you. ’
’ Can I get you to sign some liability waivers? ’
’ Why don’t you come by and we’ll all walk over together. ’
’ Like I said before, losing to a girl/boy doesn’t count. ’
8

“The gods give many gifts, Bran. My sister is a hunter. It is given to her to run swiftly, and stand so still she seems to vanish. She has sharp ears, keen eyes, a steady hand with net and spear. She can breathe mud and fly through trees. I could not do these things, no more than you could. To me the gods gave the green dreams, and to you… you could be more than me, Bran.” ― Bran I, A Storm of Swords.

Make Me Yours

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Request: I love your blog so much and I have a request I’ve asked several blogs and no one has taken it and I’d love very much to read your take on it. A heavy smut set in season 2 at the farm; the reader is kind of a loner, has black hair and a few tats and piercings; she likes to sing and dance to herself a lot, she (along with being half Daryl’s age, mid-twenties) also has some daddy issues.. and over time he falls in love with her and all of her “quirks” ;). I realllllyy hope you consider this.

Summary: Set in season 2, on Hershel’s farm. Rick’s group is just starting to settle into an easier life on the farm when Daryl and Glenn come across a woman in the woods (reader) and bring her to the farm. They hit it off. Smut ensues… of course. The rest of the request will be in there too! I hope you like it! (I did not get to the daddy issues, but I did give her major man issues… ;) )

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Rick looked around the farm and smiled to himself as he took in the view. His people were safe, finally. He smiled as he watched Carl run around with his mother in the sunset glow. The group had been at the farm only a week or so, but things were finally starting to become put together. They scavenged and used all the camping supplies they could find to build a mini-city outside Hershel’s farmhouse, a ways down the road.

Rick watched as T-Dog and Dale laughed about something, both standing across from the small bonfire they had constructed in the middle area of the city. Andrea sat on top of the R.V. that blocked the city from the road, the brim of her hat hung low, and her eyes stalked the area ahead of her seriously. She was probably one of the best watchmen he had. He smiled a little, looking down at Shane who also could never just relax. He sat at a small picnic table and feverishly cleaned his guns over and over, staring over at who knows what.

Rick focused on the sun setting behind the RV and closed his eyes, tilting his head back, and enjoying the last rays of the sun. He was so grateful to be able to be stationary for once, he was so tired of running. He had to find a way to convince Hershel to let them stay. Rick’s smile turned to frustration as he opened his eyes and searched the ground below him, as if it had answers. Rick stood lost in his own thoughts for a moment, when he suddenly heard Daryl and Glenn’s voices entering the background, calling his name.

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Sacrifices - Part two of In my way

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Part 2 of In my way
Draco x Reader


“You have had my word Narcissa.” Snape drawled, Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix stood in front of him in Malfoy manor.
“I know Snape, I know that you will do it if Draco cannot but I need to know what else troubles him? He should be proud to have been chosen by the Dark Lord.” Narcissa insisted and Snape found himself wishing that he could apparat from the scene.

“I believe his distraction to be a mere infatuation.” Snape offered and resisted a wince when Bellatrix let out a loud cackle.
“A girl? That’s what turned his head?” She cackled, “Not a problem, bring her over we’ll get them to make little baby Death Eaters.”
“Bellatrix don’t be so vulgar.” Narcissa snapped at her sister before focusing back on Snape, “Who is it?”

“Y/F/N  Y/L/N.” Snape confided and if possible, Narcissa paled even more.
“Who?” Bellatrix asked, bored of the theatrics.
“She’s one of Harry Potter’s closest friends, one of his strongest allies.” Snape clarified.
Bellatrix’s nostrils flared in annoyance at first before she adopted a sick smile, “No matter. Draco is a good looking pureblood from a strong name. He can charm her, take the information that he needs from her.”
“Do you think he could?” Narcissa asked Snape. He didn’t answer.

It had been a hard year on everyone so far.
Harry spent most of it trying to convince you, Hermione and Ron that Draco was a Death Eater until his time was taken up by being part of the Slug club with Hermione and Ron had taken a key role in the Quidditch team. But you couldn’t bring yourself to mind that your friends were all wrapped up in their own lives because it meant that no one was going to disturb you and Draco as you sat hidden behind the Herbology greenhouses playing with the Muggle playing cards.

You’d not seen him much recently, he seemed heavy with the weight of life. His pale skin, which usually looked so regal, made him look sickly and gaunt.
He lost your game again and threw the cards into the pile with a curse.
“Temper temper Mr Malfoy.” You taunted and he glared at you.
“It’s a stupid game anyway.” He grumbled and you laughed at him.

“Are you laughing at me?” He accused and you nodded. He narrowed his eyes at you before diving forwards and catching your waist with his hands and tickling you until you squealed for him to stop. His hand clamped down over your mouth and he lay over you so that his body covered yours. You shot him a look and he inclined his head to where a group of third year Slytherin’s where looking around confused after hearing your squealing.
After a moment they left and Draco removed his hand from his mouth and moved his body off of you, though he was still leaning over you.
“Are you that embarrassed to be seen with me?” You snapped.
He looked down at you with a soft expression even though he still seemed jumpy, “It’s just better that no one sees us together.”
“And whys that?!” You retorted.

He shook his head and leaned down to give you a chaste kiss between each word, “Because. I. don’t. like. To. Share.”
You giggled and leaned up to wrap your arms around his neck as he kissed you again. You knew that he was hiding something but so were you, you had contacts with the Order of the Phoenix. So you had both agreed not to discuss your lives too deeply.

You and Draco had shared a tender goodbye before the breakup for Christmas, it was finally then that you confided in him that you were worried about him, it was obvious something was eating away at him.
Draco had blatantly ignored your concerns, he simply kissed you goodbye before either of your friends could come to interrupt you. You had laughed and told him that he couldn’t just shut you up by kissing you, he argued that it clearly worked.
Even though you missed him, you were thoroughly enjoying your time at the Weasley’s in the run up to Christmas.

That was until the Death Eaters came.

With The Burrow crackling on fire behind you, you rushed through the fields, your legs and chest burning as you ran from your pursuer. You could hear your friends calling for you and having dared to look back over your shoulder you could see that Antonin Dolohov was gaining on you fast and somewhere in the back of your mind your consciousness screamed that this was the man who had helped kill Ron’s uncles.

Your lungs burned as you ran full sprint until you ran straight into someone, the shock of the impact sent you reeling. You crashed onto the floor, skidding through the mud and your wand flying off. With a groan you jumped back to your feet as fast as possible, to come face to face with your almost boyfriend.
“Draco.” You whimpered, your body ached from the force of the impact with the ground.
“What are you doing here?!” He hissed, his eyes darting around the field and focusing on where Dolohov was still in pursuit.

“Get out of here.” Draco hissed taking you by the arm and dragging you away, he reached down and took your wand from the mud and shoved it into your hands.
Tears pricked at your eyes, “Draco please don’t tell me that Harry was right?” You whimpered.
He said nothing but continued trying to push you away from the scene, you could feel him panicking.
Turning quickly you knocked him off balance, raised your wand at him and charmed, “Legilimens!”

You didn’t have much practice with this charm, only what Harry had helped you practice when you’d been constructing Dumbledore’s Army and he’d not resisted you but Draco did.
But saw all you needed too in those flashes of memory. Draco having been chosen to do something for the Dark Lord, his fear and his feelings towards you.
As the charm wore off Draco rapidly tried to explain away what you had seen but you were already gone. You ran back to the house and Ron caught you as you burst through the field, he held you as you cried into his chest.

You didn’t tell anyone why you were crying. They didn’t ask.

—-

Your world had been turned upside down since then. Dumbledore, one of your heroes, had been killed and Hogwarts, your home, had been brought to its knees by the boy that you loved. Well that was if Harry was to be believed and he’d never lied to you before.

Your life became a whirlwind.

You, Harry, Ron and Hermione fled school, some of your other friends claimed that you’d abandoned them but they wanted to live in ignorance about Voldemort and his return.  

The next time that you’d see Draco would be at Malfoy Manor. Harry and Ron were locked in the Cellar while you’d been locked in the attic, you could hear Hermione’s screams from downstairs and for the first time since all of this had started you allowed yourself to breakdown.
You’d spent hours clawing at trap door in the floor trying to escape so you could help her. You fell back against the wall, tears streamed down your face and your hands bled freely onto the floor.

Even though she had stopped screaming hours ago, Hermione’s screams resounded through your mind stealing away your consciousness so you didn’t hear Draco slowly creep the attic door open.
You didn’t feel him moving your hands but you did feel the alcohol he poured over them.
Hissing you kicked him away and held your bleeding stinging hands to your chest.
He caught a hold of your torso tight in his arms as he fell and pulled you down with him.
“Shhh Y/N be quiet.” His plea made you still and after a moment of checking that you weren’t going to try to kick him again he pulled your hands out from between your bodies to look over the damage that you’d done to yourself.

He pulled a cloth from his suit jacket pocket, he split some of the alcohol on it then slowly began to wipe between the cuts on your hands. He looked almost apologetic but mostly he looked scared and tired.
You didn’t know if it was the lack of light that circled his eyes so dramatically or if you were so tired that your eyes were playing tricks on you but no one could look that tired and still be up taking care of someone else.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice betrayed how painful it had been to talk after your sobbing.
He flinched at the harshness of your voice but stayed focused on your hand refusing to look at you, “I live here.”
“I imagined it would be nicer.” You croaked and gestured to your decrepit attic prison.


He let out a breathy laugh but it came out as forced and painful as your own utterances. It was easy getting lost in watching Draco care for your wounds and forgetting about the world that you were both apart of, the opposite sides that you inhabited. You’d been in his mind, he couldn’t use any charms on your hands without Death Eaters knowing that he’d used a healing charm. Like how Harry had been rumbled for fighting Dementors at Privet Drive. They’d be questions and Draco, possibly his whole family, would be blown apart for helping you.

He finished cleaning your hands and you both sat in swelling silence until you broke it, “Hermione?”

“S-she’s alive.” Draco mumbled and you flinched at the implication. All you wanted to do was find her and make everything better and kill fucking Bellatrix.

A creak downstairs sent Draco jumping to his feet, he caught you by the elbows and pulled you up to stand with him.
“You need to leave here.” He whispered.
“Funnily enough I’d had that thought all ready.” The sarcasm rolled off of your tongue easily and Draco gave you a small honest smile and for a moment it was almost as though you were both still carefree teenagers hiding behind the Herbology gardens sneaking kisses.
“I’ve got you a way out.” He stepped away slightly so that you could see behind him were Dobby stepped out from the shadows.

“Miss Y/N it is very good to see you, now Dobby must save Harry Potter.” Dobby gave you a wide smile but stayed far away from Draco.
“How did -?” You asked.
Draco cut you off, “He used to be our elf, he’s going to get you out of here.”
Your breath caught as he leaned down to press his lips to yours, his hand wound tightly into your hair as he held you too him knowing that once he released you that you’d be taken from him.

He released your hair and you pulled away from him before leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. His arms circled your waist as he held you too him and you both ignored how Dobby was whistling awkwardly at the display of affection.
“Come with us.” You whispered.
“I can’t.” He breathed against your lips, “You know I can’t.”

He leaned back and kissed your forehead, “Stay safe. We’ll see each other again.”
“What if next time you can’t save me? What if you have to kill me?” The whispered words of insinuated betrayal wound their way around Draco’s heart and squeezed until he thought it was broken.
He could never hurt you. He wouldn’t let it happen.

“You’ve always been annoyingly good at saving yourself, you don’t need me.” He tried to make you smirk and gave you a small tight smile. He kissed you hard again before Dobby took your hand and you were apparated away.  

Finally on the beach you crumpled, you fell to your knees and cried for your losses.
You cried for Hermione’s pain as you would have happily taken it as your own, you cried for Dobby’s life and for Draco sacrifice.
Draco could be killed for helping you, your friends wouldn’t trust you if they knew what Draco had done for you. But no one would ever find out as Dobby had taken the secret to his grave.

As the request wants a happy ending there will be another part to this.
No GIFS mine.

King in the North

(Jon x Reader)

Words: 1,993

A kinda-sorta sequel to this smutty bit here.


The shouts rumbled like thunder over the Bay of Ice. “KING IN THE NORTH! KING IN THE NORTH!” The very stones of Winterfell seemed to shake beneath the chanting, pounding of cups, and stamping of feet. “KING IN THE NORTH! KING IN THE NORTH!” And even from your far, far place in the hall, you could read the fear in Jon’s eyes.

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Resurrection

Prompt: Reader has been hunting erratically with Sam every since Dean died at the end of 3x16. What happens when he comes back?

Reader Gender: Female

Character / Fandom: Dean Winchester / Supernatural

Words: 7,886 (I originally posted this as 4 separate chapters on FanFic and AO3)

Warnings: Nothing really… angst & fluff I guess.

“Go ahead. Underestimate me. I dare you.” Your fingers flex around the handle of the machete. Having been dipped in dead man’s blood, it would poison the vampire the moment her skin was broken.

She sneers, exposing a row of razor sharp teeth. “You think you’re bad ass, don’t you?”

The muscles between your shoulder blades are rigid. The nest had been infiltrated easily enough. The vampires that lay at your feet were freshly turned, less than a month judging by the amount of bodies that had been showing up at the morgue. Now, only one remained. The ring leader was standing in front of you. She was older, more experienced than her fallen brethren, but that didn’t mean much. Not when she was facing a hunter of your caliber.

You arch a brow as you twirl the blade expertly at your side. “I don’t want to brag, but yeah.”

“Allow me to put you in your place.”

This moment right here is what gets your blood pumping. You love the rush of adrenaline, the way it makes you feel. All of your senses are heightened, your hunting instincts kick into overdrive until there are no more bad guys, until they’re lying dead at your feet. And then, when the effects have worn off, you’re left wanting more. You crave the next rush, the next hunt, the next kill, the next injury.

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Guess he is a "jack of all trades"

So we are playing 5e home brew when the party was getting battered by some mephits

DM(me)- your paladin has just had her insides ripped out by one of these flying mud creatures. Bard, it’s your turn.

Bard - I cast healing word on the paladin (his girlfriend ooc)

*rolls*

Me - paladin, you are healed by the bard for 8 points

Paladin - *gasps for breath and comes to*

Sorcerer - great, you made her orgasm… Not at the table bard!

Bard - what can I say? I guess I’m a cunning linguist!

metalwarrior22  asked:

Korrasami with this one pls Val: “I’m a superhero and you’re the villain, but I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face” au

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Send me another my dudes

Asami pulled her mask off, stuffing the last of her costume into a trash bag and storing it behind dumpster outside the hospital. She was exhausted and worn from a long day of patrolling the city, and visiting the hospital always left her emotionally spent. There were only so many people she can save and those in need here were definitely out of her reach despite the hundreds of millions she donated to different causes yearly. She took a moment to gather herself, shaking her hair out of her ponytail and fixing the ruffled clothes she had prepared ahead of time.

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