my favorite is the sixth one

anonymous asked:

Omg so at what age did you watch the sixth sense? Because it’s one of my favorites too and I love love love m. night shyamalan but I think the first time I saw that movie I was kinda young so my mind wasn’t blown. I was just kinda like ahhh that makes sense. I was robbed of the mind blowing!? So sad.

I was like 12 !!! And my mom and I were having a marathon and she was like hoe watch this

anonymous asked:

What would you recommend to someone who is just starting to watch horror movies?

Oh hell, yeah!! I love giving recs and I LOVE when people start getting interested in horror. I’ll give you recs in a few different categories so that you don’t watch anything you wouldn’t enjoy:

Early Horror Movies (Most Are Black and White, 1900′s-1950′s):

Personal Favorites From the 1960′s (Suspenseful):

Must-Sees of the 70′s (The Beginning of the Golden Era):

1980′s Cult Classics (The decade of good special-effects make up):

Horror-Comedies:

Best of 2000′s-now:

Other Favorites (AKA 90′s horror):

Seeking Paintings | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: You, a muggle-born artist, have been hiding your feelings for Draco Malfoy for years now. Though, after an unplanned meeting in the astronomy tower things between the two of you start to change. Even more so after finding each other in the Room or Requirement.

Word Count: 3,573

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: not my gif credit to owner


You stare out into the vast horizon from the astronomy tower. This was your favorite hideout during your free period. You much rather enjoyed the view when it was light outside. Sure you love astronomy class and looking up at the stars but this was just different. Better.

You pulled out your old, hard-cover, weather-beaten sketch book and began to draw the landscape before you. You made sure to grasp and add every detail to your drawing. You began shading in the sunset when you heard a voice behind you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked in a rotten tone and you already knew who it was.

“You don’t own the astronomy tower, Draco,” you say blandly while continuing your work.

“You know this is were I go in my spare time,” you hear him huff.

“I know,” you blush, hoping he doesn’t know that besides the view one of your favorite part of this spot is that it’s that it’s his spot too. Then again, how would he even know that, it’s not like you two are exactly close.

You hear him start to walk away and your heart sinks. Just once you’d like him to stay up here when you’re here. Maybe then, you too could become close. You’d had this battle with having a crush on Draco since first year. Now here you are, sixth year and the most interaction between you two is fighting over the astronomy tower.

“You know you can stay right?” You boldly say. You swallow hard when you hear him stop in his tracks.

You hear his footsteps begin again but this time coming back towards you.

He sits a few feet from you, “Just don’t expect me to talk to you.”

You just smile and shake your head continuing to look down at your sketch book. For a few minutes you two stay like this, you drawing, him (probably) thinking. You wonder what could be going on in his head, he seemed to be thinking pretty deeply.

You feel him inching towards you at a snail’s pace, from the corner of your eye you can see him watching you draw everything from here to the horizon. You hate yourself for the blush creeping up on your face, by the time he’s within a foot of you your face is bright red.

“Why are you blushing?” You look up at him and see he’s smiling, a genuine smile.

Because I’ve been hiding my massive crush on you for nearly six years.

“I just get embarrassed at people watching me work,” you shrug.

“Why?” He asks seeming genuinely interested. “You’re really good.”

“Thanks,” you’re blush gets even deeper.

You break eye contact and look back down at your sketchbook. The rest of the period is made up with you finishing your sketch and Draco watching intently. He’s completely mesmerized at how you can just see an image and recreate it perfectly on your page.


It’s Saturday and you aren’t needed nor expected anywhere, which is why Saturdays are your favorite days. You usually spent these days roaming around looking for inspiration for a new art piece. Which is exactly how you plan to start today.

You roam the school grounds aimlessly, constantly moving your head around to grasp every aspect of the school. You step into the one of the many courtyards and feel inspired to sketch it, until you realize you’ve already done that… Ten times…

You sigh and realize that after six years of constantly working in the same space it’s going to be hard to find a completely new area for your art. Just this year and the following before you can finally start travelling and finding more inspiration worldwide.

In your attempts to find a new spot you’re again not looking forward. causing you to slam right into someone.

“Hey, watch where- oh, hey Y/N,” you hear Draco’s voice quickly turn from intimidation to delight.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you ramble.

“Don’t worry about it,” he laughs at how cute he thinks you are when you ramble.

A blush creeps onto your face, “Well, I best be going.” As you turn to walk away he grabs your wrist and turns you back to face him.

“Hey, are you going to the Quidditch match today?” He inquires.

“Um I wasn’t really planning on it,” you scratch the back of your neck.

“Oh,” his face slightly falls. “Well, I’d like it if you went,” he says his cheeks turning slightly pink. “Even though you’d be rooting for Y/H and not Slytherin,” he looks at the ground.

“I mean I probably should go, it's sixth year and I haven’t gone to a single match,” you shrug and he looks at you dumbfounded.

“Not a single match? Well, you definitely have to go now,” he laughs and so do you.

“Well, I guess you can count on me being there,” you say before turning and walking away. You look over your shoulder, “And I guess I can root for Slytherin just this once,” you wink and quickly face forward as your face turns crimson red. A crazy amount of adrenaline must’ve been rushing through you for having the courage to wink at Draco Malfoy.


You take a seat in Y/H’s section for the Quidditch match, all your housemates do a double take when they see you arrive. Which were followed by ‘finally’, 'it’s about time’, 'I didn’t even know you knew how to get here’ and more sayings around those lines.

You don’t know to much about Quidditch, especially since you’re a muggle-born. Not that you know much about muggle sports either. Your friends have explained the game to you many times, you got the logistics but you just didn’t know why it was such a big deal. Maybe you’ll actually figure it out through watching a match.


Draco rose up into the air on his broomstick to prepare for the start of the game. On his way up he scanned the crowd for you and a smile creeps onto his face when he sees you sitting in Y/H’s section. He can tell you look slightly out of place in the stands and is glad to see you actually showed up. He keeps up the hope that you’re actually here for him.

He has been trying to convince himself since second year that he doesn’t have feelings for you. That he could never have feelings for a muggle-born. Except as he’s grown older through his school years he’s realized that muggle-borns aren’t that bad. He’s realized he was just told to think that way, not that he actually believed it.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the blow of the whistle signaling the beginning of the game. Slytherin immediately takes hold of the Quaffle and manages to score within the first minute. A chorus of boos and angered shouts comes from Y/H’s section. Draco looks over to see you remaining silent among your peers. He smiles, hoping you may be rooting for Slytherin…for him…silently. Even if you’re not, at least you aren’t booing.

Draco circles around the field, scanning for the snitch. He’d be lying to say that he wasn’t losing his interest in Quidditch, squinting into the distance searching for a flying ball of gold gets boring after awhile. Of course, he didn’t know if the sport itself was actually starting to bore him or the stress recently rested upon him was making him lose interest in the things he loves. Apparently stress can do that. 

He sees a flicker of gold in the distance, shocked at how early on he’s spotted it he doesn’t fully believe he saw it. That is until he sees the seeker for Y/H dive in the direction of the flash of gold. He quickly follows and the two chase after the golden blur, neck and neck. Draco shoves the other seeker, causing him to spin off course and leaving Draco to be the only one in pursuit of the snitch.

He’s extremely close, he takes a hand off his broom and reaches towards the snitch. He feels cold metal on the pads of his fingers, he just needs to get a grip around it. Almost…

Wham!

He’s nearly knocked off his broom as pain seers through his ribcage. He got hit with a bludger milliseconds before he could grab the snitch. He holds a hand over his ribcage and groans in pain. He rises back into the air to find he’s near Y/H’s section. He looks over at you and you mouth to him, 'Are you okay?’. He nods and manages to give you a faint smile as reassurance.

When he starts to move upward he hears many whispers, “Did Draco Malfoy the Draco Malfoy just smile?”, “Did he smile at you, Y/N?”, “Is there something going on between you two?”, and things of that nature.

He looks back in your direction to see your cheeks turning pink while multiple people start to question you. Though more importantly he sees a smile on your face at the thought of people thinking something is going on between the two of you.

Suddenly, his interest for Quidditch returns. Except rather than loving the sport, wanting to be the best, and move towards winning the House Championships, his goal and motivation to win comes from you. He wants to impress you, and suddenly he finds himself squinting at the field and scanning it as if his life depended on it.

Ten minutes pass with no sign of the snitch. Y/H is currently in the lead, sixty-twenty. Draco continues to scan the field, keeping an eye on the other seeker to see if they look to be in pursuit. He finds himself glancing over at you often as well, trying to make sure you aren’t growing bored. Good thing he’s doing this because it is when he shifts his eyes to you that he spots the snitch once again.

This time determined to get he speeds off in the directions of the flicker of gold. He soon gets close enough that the snitch is hardly a blur anymore. He stretches out his arm when he feels someone bump his side, not strong enough to knock him off his path though. It’s Y/H’s seeker, Draco gives them a menacing stare before turning his eyes back to the snitch. The two race around the field with their arms reaching towards the snitch, they’re neck and neck. Draco, determined to win, jerks his hand out so roughly he fears he might’ve dislocated his shoulder. It would be worth it though, he feels his hand close around the snitch.

He slows down and waves the snitch above his head, wearing a proud smile. The rest of the Slytherin team flies over to congratulate him. He hardly notices their presence as he starts to look for you, to see your reaction. His smile fell, you weren’t in the spot you had previously been in. You weren’t anywhere to be seen.

A look of disappointment washes over Draco’s face as he moves back to the ground. Where did you go? Why did you leave? Did you just not care enough to stay? Did you leave because Slytherin won? Was it foolish of him to think you were here for him? He was disappointed that he ever let that thought into his head.


The rest of the Slytherins were celebrating in their common room, but Draco was in no mood for a party. Though every time he tried to move towards the dorms one of his friends would pull him back to the center of the crowd.

“Dude, what up with you,” Blaise leans onto Draco. “You know you can’t vanish from a party after a win.”

Vanish.

He hadn’t been to the room of requirement in ages. If he was already disappointed with himself he might as well make it even worse by working on that cabinet.

“I actually have to go do something,” Draco mutters before peeling away from the crowd, this time being successful.

He begins the journey from the dungeons all the way to the seventh floor, left corridor. Constantly, he finds himself dodging behind corners at the sight or sound of a teacher. When he makes it to the entrance of the Room of Requirement unscathed he begins to pace and think deeply about what he needs.

I really need to work on this cabinet. If I don’t fix it in time I’ll probably get myself and my family killed. To work on this cabinet though I’m really going to need some privacy. No one else should be able to go in or out. I really just need to be alone, even though I’d rather be talking to Y/N, figuring out why she left the natch early… But I really need to go work on this cabinet in private.

He thinks to himself, allowing him access to the room. He steps inside and begins to make his way to the vanishing cabinet. He examines a feather from the last time when he used that cabinet on a small bird. He begins to realize it’s spending days on end staring at this cabinet that he truly begins to hate what he’s become. He knows he had no choice, it makes him hate all those who did. All who didn’t have people pressuring him to be evil. To kill or be killed. It makes him hate all those who had good people in his life.

He just wanted one good person in his life, he needed one good person in his life.

Where am I going to find a good person who wants to be in my life?

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a crash from somewhere in the room, faint whispering follows. Someone else is in here.

He draws his wand from his pocket, becoming extremely alert. He swallows hard, the last thing he needs is to be caught in here. He slowly moves towards the sound of the crash, pashing piles and piles of randomized objects. The faint whisper becomes a distinct mutter, a girl’s mutter.

He jumps out from behind the last pile of things before him and the unknown girl and raises his wand. However, he immediately lowers it at the sight before him.

“Y/N?” He questions putting his wand back in his pocket.

You look up at him and gulp. You are kneeling on the ground in front of a puddle of spilt paint to the side of a canvas. Your face turning a bright red to match the paint covering the floor.

“Draco,” you say wide-eyed. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he tuts.

“Well, I needed a canvas and some oils,” you shrug. “So, I went to the room that would supply me with my needs.

"Well, I needed privacy as in no one else being in here,” he says coming off more hostile than he wants to be towards you.

“Maybe you don’t know what you’re actually needs are,” you look down at the ground, saddened at his hostility towards you. Just when you were beginning to think he could actually like you, how silly.

He remembers what he was just thinking about. Where am I going to find a good person who wants to be in my life? “Maybe you’re right,” he admits.

You look up at him and try to suppress any thoughts of him needing you from your head. You look back down at your paint puddle and go back to cleaning.

“You know there’s this thing called magic,” he chuckles before pulling out his wand. After giving it a little flick all the paint moves back into the container.

You tut before letting out a muffled thanks and standing back up. A slight frown forms on your face as you dip your paintbrush into your now unspilt paint and get back to working on your canvas.

“I thought you’d be a little more thankful,” Draco raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t like to mix magic and art,” you huff.

“How come?” he presses on, sounding as though he genuinely cares.

You sigh, not sure if you’re completely comfortable about divulging your childhood to Draco, your muggle childhood. If you even wanted to dream about having a chance with him you figured it wouldn’t be best to remind him you’re muggle-born. However, he’s expecting an answer and you only have the truth.

“It just when I was younger I was told I had a gift when it came to art,” you sigh. “They said my art made my talent seem like magic,” you smile at the memories. “I guess I wanted to keep it all down to talent not literal magic,” you shrug,

“Oh,” is all he has to say. “Well, can I see what you’re painting?”

At that you freeze, brush in midair dripping paint onto the ground. You swallow hard and your face becomes a deeper red than Draco, or anyone has ever seen you as. You slowly turn your near paralyzed head to look at him wide-eyed, You do not even want to imagine Draco’s reaction to your current work, yet alone see or hear it in reality.

He chuckles, “I’ll take that as a no.” You slightly nod and turn back to your work. “If I can’t look at it can you at least tell me what it is?” Your face is burning at this point, it feels so hot you fear you may need to go down to the hospital wing.

He appears next to you and you nearly choke on the lump forming in your throat. You set your brush down and timidly turn your head to look at him. You get a side view of his head, slightly tilted with a flattered expression resting on his face.

“Is that me?” He smiles brightly and you swallow hard.

“Is that weird?” You timidly ask.

He turns his head to look down at you, a smile still plastered on his face. “Not at all.”

He looks back to examine the painting even deeper as you rock on your heels as an anxious tick. The painting is a site you captured in your head at the match. Draco with his hand outstretched towards a golden blur, you seeker right at his heels. You painted the world around them as a fuzzy haze to show they were moving at top speeds. In the background one could distinguish the field, goalposts, stadium full of students, as well as the other players flying about.

“Is this why you left the match early?”

“Yeah, I just got the idea and rushed here to go and paint it,” you shrug. Then, you fully process what he just said. “You noticed I left?” Your eyebrows knit together and you move your gaze to him.

“Of course,” he says looking at you. “I did it for you,” he states. “I woke up this morning and the last thing I wanted to do was go looking for a golden blur. Then, I remembered you said I could count on you being there and I knew I had to play.” You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, so Draco continues. “I was planning on inviting you to the after party as my date but you weren’t there,” he shrugs. He’s trying to play it cool but truly he heart is beating a mile a minute. He was not intended to profess his love for you but before he could stop himself the words were slipping from his mouth.

“D-date?”

“Yeah, is it so weird for me to take the girl I’ve liked since second year to be my date?” There’s no going back now. It’s out, the secret is out. Draco Malfoy has feelings for Y/N Y/L/N.

He waits for you to say something, anything. He heart is racing and his cheeks are turning pink. He hopes you’ll say you feel the same but you just stay silent.

Your mouth hangs agape, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “You’ve liked me since second year?”

“Is that weird?” He timidly asks as you did previously.

“N-not at all,” you smile wider than ever, your face only turning slightly pink. “I mean I’ve liked you since first year.” You see his eyes light up at that, he looks as if this is exactly what he needs to hear.

You two stay silent for a moment, gazing into each others eyes. Both of you wondering what to do next. His eyes slowly move down to your lips, linger for a second, then dart back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathes out so quietly you barely hear.

You nod and try to suppress the butterflies in your stomach. He takes a step closer to you and lightly grips your elbows. He pulls you close and stares deep into your eyes. He starts to lean in as do you, both closing your eyes. His lips gently connect to yours. He softly moves his lips against yours, his hands moving down to your waist as yours get tangled in his hair. Neither of you pull away until you both are gasping for air.

“So did you win?” You giggle once you’ve caught your breath.

“I have now.”

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aesthetic book recommendations: The Bartimaeus Trilogy

“Believe me, I know all about bottle acoustics. I spent much of the sixth century in an old sesame oil jar, corked with wax, bobbing about in the Red Sea. No one heard my hollers. In the end an old fisherman set me free, by which time I was desperate enough to grant him several wishes. I erupted in the form of a smoking giant, did a few lightning bolts, and bent to ask him his desire. Poor old boy had dropped dead of a heart attack. There should be a moral there, but for the life of me I can’t see one.”  

Honestly one of my favorite book series ever written, we don’t talk nearly enough about it. 

Cursed Child Scorbus Rec List

This really has become more of an index than a rec list, with categories of: 

Full length chaptered stories, Series, arcs, collections and short chaptered stories, Atmospheric, poetic, ficlets and drabbles, Pre-slash, Fluff, Established relationships, Flangst, Dark Angst, Humor, Holidays, Coming Out, Smut, Fix-Its/Re-Writes, and AUs

Last time I counted there were over 200 fics on here!

Basically my requirements for this list are:
Is it Cursed Child compliant, in the CC universe or do the characterizations feel close enough to CC?
No disturbing side-pairings or themes (i.e. no dub-con, abuse, drug use, infidelity or major character death. Exceptions will have warnings.)
Is it decently written, easy enough to understand and not cringe-worthy?
Did it make me smile or feel things?
Have I actually read it?

There are many stories, especially multi-chapters and WIPs, that I haven’t gotten around to yet, so this list is mostly made up of one-shots. It is my New Year’s resolution to read longer works. Feel free to add your recommendations in your reblog! Happy Holidays you wonderful little fandom! 

Note: I have categorized these fairly loosely. Some fics may fit into more than one category, but I don’t list them twice unless they are individual parts of an arc. The first section is uncategorized. They are a few of my faves, though I definitely have favorites in other categories like atmospheric and fluff, however these ones seemed slightly more complex and are a bit longer. So consider this category…


A Good Place to Start

*Best Mates- picascribit

“You deserve to be with someone who really likes you. Who thinks you’re brilliant.“

Scorpius grinned. “I’ve got you for that.”

One of the first Albus/Scorpius stories I read after CC, and still one of my favorites. This is Part 1 of Pica’s Scorbus Arc, but it is perfect as a stand-alone. The stories do get more mature.

*The First Date- rainystreetlights

“Still under the impression that you should have been the first to get a girlfriend eh? What can I say… Ladies love me.”

“Ladies tolerate you.”

‘One-Shot set in Albus and Scorpius’ sixth year at Hogwarts. When Rose doesn’t show up, Albus and Scorpius end up going on an accidental first date. Pure Scorpius and Albus fluff. Awkward conversations and a lot of strange situations’.

I love this so much. This author has seen the play and it shows. Her characterizations and dialogue are so spot on. So awkward, adorable and heartfelt!

*The Ball- torestoreamends

‘A ball is being held at Hogwarts to celebrate the end of fifth and seventh year exams. Scorpius has agreed to go with Rose, and Albus shouldn’t be as upset about that as he is. Dancing, fancy robes, obliviousness, and a small sprinkling of brotherly advice ensue.’

This is so gorgeous. Just her description of the robes slayed me. Read everything by torestoreamends!

*Seasons- starlightpeddlar

‘From the moment Scorpius and Albus get on the Hogwarts Express for their fifth year, things start to change. Albus starts to gain confidence both in the classroom and out of it, and Scorpius’ realization that he has greater feelings for his best friend threatens to leave him more alone than he’d ever imagined’.

Wonderful four chapter prequel to ‘Quietly’. Quietly is quite long and intense, but this is a nice getting together story, though it is still quite meaty and introduces important themes for the series.

*Put Your Guns Away Its Tea Time- frombluetored

‘Ginny Potter estimates it will only take three days into the Weasley-Potter family holiday for Albus to act on his feelings for his best friend. Albus estimates it will only take three days for him to die of embarrassment. And Scorpius, well. Scorpius is just glad to be there with Albus in the first place.’

I love this so much! The characters are so spot on and we get to see other Next Gen kids as well as all the grown up characters we love. Come for the Scorbus, stay for Ginny and the whole Weasley clan.

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Don't bother with faces [AU]

Pairing - Jason Dean (J.D) x Female Reader

Word Count - 577

A/N - this is kinda shit sorry 

J.D stepped off his motorbike, taking in the new scenery around him. It was your stereotypical high school, and he should know, seeing as he’s been to at least fifty.

He glanced around at all of the students. Most in little groups with their friends, laughing and talking about the latest gossip. A sigh escaped his lips. Nothing was different. Everything was the same.

He kind of missed Veronica. The thrill and chase she had given him. It was a bummer when she managed to shoot him down and defuse the bomb. Oh well. Maybe he’ll try again some other time.

The boy walked up the steps to his new school, his black trenchcoat flowing like a cape behind him. Maybe students were looking and pointing. He didn’t care. He’d be gone in a week.

That’s when he saw her.

She was sitting under a tree with a book in her hand. Her forehead was crinkled in concentration. Her Y/H/C hair was practically shining in the sunlight.

His breath hitched and his heart seemed to be a million miles an hour. Oh no. Not another girl. Not another Veronica.

As if sensing his anxiety and panic, she looked up, making eye contact with him. J.D quickly turned his head and walked into the school building. He was just going to have to avoid her.

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The day seemed to go by slower than normal. He had fallen asleep in third period, gotten a detention. The teacher already hated him. Just the regular cycle.

By fifth period, J.D was practically itching to leave the school. He hated doing all of this. Sitting in a small classroom and forced to work.

Sixth period came along. He thought about skipping, running straight out of the back doors. Then she sat beside him.

“Hi,” Her voice was soft and welcoming. “I saw you this morning and figured that you’re new.”

J.D nodded, trying to be as distant as he could.

She smiled and stuck out her hand. “I’m Y/N.” After waiting a few seconds for him to shake it, she slowly pulled it back. His copy of Moby Dick shined into the corner of her eye.

“Moby-Dick? That’s what I’m reading.” Y/N said. “It’s one of my favorites. When did you start reading?”

J.D sighed. This girl wasn’t going to leave him alone. “About a month ago, back at my old school.”

“Where did you go?” She asked.

“Westerburg High.” He replied.

Y/N nodded for a few minutes. “Would you have happened to have met anyone named Heather McNamara?”

“Yeah, I think I heard her name once of twice.” J.D was confused on how Y/N knew Heather. Wait. Did she know Veronica?

A smile stretched across her face. “That’s my cousin.”

Oh shit. Of course it is.

J.D plastered a fake smile on his face to try and hide his now decreasing panic. Veronica hadn’t told anyone. That was good.

For the rest of the class period, Y/N kept managing to find new things to talk about. At first, it annoyed J.D to his core. This girl just really knew how to make his stomach flutter and he hated it.

But then, after a while, it was nice.

She wasn’t like Veronica. She wasn’t gloomy and depressed. Her outlook on life was the most optimistic thing he’d ever heard. This girl still had hope. He had never seen that before.

He liked it.

midnight star (1)

genre: thief!au

star of the show: NCT’s Taeyong

word count: 2,303 words

author’s note: the first part to a 7 part series because I’ve had this idea for too long and I love Taeyong.    

other parts: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)

Originally posted by itsmyluxion

opening line: “A thief who steals to feed his own competitive ego, Lee Taeyong has never tried to steal something as intangible as a heart before, let alone yours.” 

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anonymous asked:

There's this drarry fic I read but haven't been able to find again. Harry and Draco have a potions mishap in hogwarts and they have sex. Fast forward to adulthood and harry is bitten by a werewolf/something and is very protective over his 'pack' (people he considers family/pack also people he's slept with). That's all I remember. Can you help me find it?

YES. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVES!

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (81k)
Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

Now, for anyone who hasn’t read this, I wouldn’t peg this as a werewolf fic so even if you usually aren’t into that, chances are you’ll like this anyway. This fic is written by one of my absolute favorite writers and it is in my top 10. I’ve read it many times and I will rec it until everyone on earth has read it.

Why you should read it:

• Auror!Harry
• Harry has a motorcycle
• there’s sooooo much pining it is beautiful and amazing I can’t
• Draco has an owl who hates delivering mail
• it’s also all in Draco’s POV which is awesome
• clever!Draco too!
• The Noble and Most Ancient Game of Drinks
• side-pairing Pansy/Luna which is perfect
• “Pots and Pans”
• the entire fic is HILARIOUS, in the laugh-out-loud kind of way
• it is also packed with cool world-building details such as how the Floo Network works and how it’s handled by the Ministry (AGNES!!)
• Harry is an adorkable idiot that I love oh so much
• really he is super precious™
• he’s also POWERFUL yes
• Harry has an on-going battle with the NAME (Name And Moniker Establishment) at the Ministry, he has such a gift for “offensive” acronyms that they dare not speak his name
• also quite a bit of case!fic in there

A Date With Markiplier

So I’m sure most of you are aware of @markiplier ’s most recent video which is a choose your own adventure-esc story. I’m completely in love with the idea and how it was executed. Team Markiplier did a fanastic job with it and i was movitaved enough to do this! i spent 10 hours making these cute little gifs and the lack of sleep was worth it. (Thanks for the motivation to get my ass in gear once more :) )

So here we go on the adventure that is a Date With Markiplier:

Warning! THERE ARE SPOILERS! these are all of the 10 endings and so if you haven’t gotten them I may spoil it for you! First Ending: Meta 

AKA, Mark being a huge dick 


Second Ending: I Had So Much Planned

AKA, use wheelies to escape your feelies


Third Ending: Vanilla 

this one was the first one i did, and i was just going to do this and Chocolate but i got carried away…

AKA, Pure Vanilla Bean 

Fourth Ending: Chocolate

This was supposed to look more menacing than it actually does. Oh Whale 

AKA, OMFG DARKI IS BACK!!1!!

Fifth & Sixth Endings: Peanut Butter Blues & Tuna Triumph

These are some of my favorites because they are so random and they remind me of the history lesson videos 

AKA, What. The. Actual. Shit. Just. Happened.

Seventh Ending: Alien Abduction

AKA, the newest MIB movie looks great!

Eighth Ending: The Big Dig???

I believe that this is the eighth ending??? Please Correct me if I’m wrong

AKA, I just watched a full grown man scrape the floor with a spoon for ten minutes

Ninth Ending: Mark Ded AF

AKA, this is why you never split up 

and finally, the Tenth Ending: True Ending

AKA, The Return Of Wilford Warfstache

Sorry for the long-ass post, but i hope you like the fruits of my efforts. I am a beginner in digital art and I know its not perfect, but that’s why i posted it. :)

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http://imgur.com/gallery/pE7Vb - For more pictures, build-list, and process

This will be on display at @galoogamelady and @bryborg table next week for Kumoricon!

Thank you to all my amazing and intelligent friends for the support and suggestions they gave along the way. This has been my favorite project to date.

http://cameronaugust.tumblr.com/post/152322525881/one-more-set-of-pictures-some-specific-requests <– Requested pictures

(kiss) like real people do

Zayn is the new kid at Acadia High and as Niall is the most popular guy on campus, he is assigned to working with the new guy who gives him more feelings than are necessary.

long way from the playground

Louis should really get over being in love with her best friend. Harry doesn’t help by acting less than platonic. Liam is Liam and Niall is the best wing woman ever.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) - @louehvolution

Harry thinks he has good reasons for avoiding relationships. Meeting Louis puts those reasons to the test.

devil town

a southern us au

truly, madly, deeply (10 things i hate about you) - @magicalrocketships

The one in which they’re all in sixth form together, and Harry auditions for X Factor without them.

i just want you to know who i am - @gettingaphdinlarry

It’s Niall Horan’s senior year and it’s going to be great. He’s got a solid group of friends, a new job, and he gets to take his favorite class again, as long as he keeps a journal his creative writing teacher will never read.

When his crush takes the same class, he’s glad he has something to confide in.

Even if that something is a notebook that can’t talk back.

like candy in my veins - @littlelouishiccups

Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.

king and lionheart - @alienproof 

Louis can’t remember a time when he didn’t hate being an omega. But maybe he just needed Harry to come along and make him his.

somethin’ bout you - @paynner

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

breaking the rules (like we’re changing the game)

Louis and Harry try secretly dating. Try being the operative word.

i have your dreams (and your teethmarks) - @aloequeerafic

Louis and Harry don’t believe in second chances, but sometimes it feels like the universe does. A Music Industry/Getting Back Together AU.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'll just say I've followed you for Drarry but stayed because everything is absolutely marvelous! Favorite drarry blog hands down so I need to ask, because I haven't found almost any, do you know good AU fics? Preferably lengthy ones. Thank you so much love 💖

Thank you so much!! You’re so sweet :) Here are my favorite AUs- I hope you enjoy them!

Sorted into Different Houses

Leo Inter Serpentes (Aeternum, 516k so far, WIP): It’s a retelling of all the books with Slytherin!Harry. It finally does justice to Slytherin House and all my favorite snakes.

Cunning and Ambition (MinaAndChao, 372k; not complete!): Also a retelling of each book with a Slytherin Harry. It’s a lot of fun, but it was abandoned during the sixth one. 

Sacrifices Arc (Lightning on the Wave, over 2 million words): Harry has a twin brother named Connor. Harry’s sorted into Slytherin, and it follows him throughout his years at Hogwarts, but it’s quite a bit darker than the other two series.  

Slytherin Lovers (Hijja, 5k): After losing their Quidditch game, Draco gets to spank Harry.

Chaos Theory (Tessa Crowley, 103k): Draco is a genius Ravenclaw, and he becomes friends with Harry during their first year at Hogwarts.

Re-sorted into Different Houses

Malfoy Flavor (Vorabiza, 195k): Harry finds out he’s Snape’s son, assumes a new identity, and is re-sorted into Slytherin during his sixth year. It’s such a fun, pro Slytherin fic! 

The Owlery and the Slytherin (writcraft, 11k): Kingsley orders Harry to finish up his NEWTs and get re-sorted into Slytherin to try to help eradicate the pervasive anti-Slytherin bias. 

Golden Age (zeitgeistic, 53k): To promote interhouse unity, McGonagall decides that all seventh and eighth year students will be re-sorted into a different house. Harry and Draco both end up in Hufflepuff, and have to work together to solidify the magical wards. Normally, I really don’t like Draco in any house besides Slytherin, and Hufflepuff is the last one I’d put him in, but somehow, this author makes it work. It’s a fantastic, fun, and interesting read.  

Canon Divergent Hogwarts Era Fics

Secrets (Vorabiza, 411k): This diverges from canon after HBP. It starts with Draco coming to Harry for help sheltering his daughter from the Death Eaters, and from there, they embark on a quest to hunt down the horcruxes and stop Voldemort once and for all. It’s my favorite characterization of Harry and Draco’s relationship in any fic. 

Temptation on the Warfront (alizarincrims0n, 180k): At the start of Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s Horcrux hunt, Remus deposits Draco on the steps of Grimmauld Place, stating that Draco has defected. Although the trio is naturally suspicious of him at first, Harry finds himself hopelessly drawn to him, and Draco ends up joining them on their quest. It’s such a gorgeous, emotional fic, and it has one of the best characterizations of Draco I’ve yet to encounter.

Twist of Fate (OakStone730, 312k): Harry and Draco get together during their fourth year at Hogwarts, but keep their relationship a secret. It doesn’t directly contradict canon; every interaction they have in the books still occurs, there’s just another meaning behind everything (for instance, they’ll stage fights to stave off suspicion, and agree that “Scarhead” means “I love you”). They’re so perfect together, and it will tear out your heart before slowly knitting it back together. 

Abraxan Wings (khalulu, 14.5k): After the Sectumsempra incident, Draco loses the use of his legs. Harry comes to speak to him afterwards, and Dumbledore ends up forcing them to room together. They grow close, and Harry urges Draco to switch sides.

Nonmagical AUs

Worlds Apart (QueenyMidas, 30.5k): Harry and Draco’s characters in World of Warcraft meet, and their initial animosity soon gives way to flirting and sexting. They’re both unaware that the boy on the other side of the screen is their high school rival. The characterizations here are amazing, and their banter gives me life. This is exactly how I like to see them!

To Be Where I’m Going (In the Sunshine of your Love) (theweightofmywords, 19k): After attending rival high schools, Harry and Draco end up at the same college and have to be on the swim team together. They slowly become close, and as their friendship deepens, Harry finds himself falling in love with Draco. After graduation, they go on a road trip across the country, and Harry can’t help hoping for more. It’s beautifully written with such soulful, emotional pining.

Synthetic Bonds (mypetelephant, 116k): Draco is a grad student and Harry is Lucius’ protégée at Malfoy Corporation. To become CEO of the company, Harry has to marry Draco; unfortunately, they absolutely hated each other in school, and are thus not sold on the idea. Luckily, they have incredible chemistry to help keep things interesting as they try to get to know each other better.

Mad Blood Stirring (@provocative-envy, 3k): Harry and Draco are professional hockey players on rival teams who have a penchant for sexting each other, fucking in hotels, and eschewing conversation in favor of sulking or exacting revenge

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night (femme, 22k): After Astoria dies, Draco decides to quit his job as a professional Cricket player and take care of Scorpius. He ends up buying a café (mostly to piss off his dad), and meets Harry, a hot politician who makes him unaccountably flustered. 

Interpreting Draconis (Dacro, 11k): Draco’s been put in charge of his family’s company in the wake of his father’s disappearance. He’s Deaf, and Harry’s hired as his interpreter. 

Catfish (QueenyMidas, 47k): Draco and Harry are hosting MTV’s Catfish. Even though they hated each other in high school, they decide to try to get along for the sake of the show.

The Princess Thief (olimakiella, 31k): The mysterious art thief Draco Malfoy tries to rob the Louvre and escapes persecution. Luckily, bounty hunter Potter is on the case. Most of the characters are Muggles here (except for Harry).

Draco’s Boy (empathic siren, 186k): Harry moves next door to Draco when they’re eight years old. It follows them into adolescence, and shows Harry trying to cope with the Dursleys’ abuse and his struggles in starting a relationship with Draco. 

AUs with Different Universes 

Life Is a Twice Written Scroll (lauren3210, 22.5k): While it initially seems like a traditional eighth year fic, it quickly develops into a rich study of choices and the ripple effects they cause. Draco imagines what would have happened if he had done one thing differently, and is shocked to wake up the next day and find himself living in a world where he had made that particular choice. He explores different realities that hinge on his choices, and finds himself drawn to Harry time and time again. It also has a gorgeous companion piece that explores one of the alternate universes in more depth. 

Oscillate Wildly (Marks, 57k): Harry collapses during his sixth year and wakes up in a hospital, surrounded by Muggle doctors and some familiar names and faces. He’s jolted back into his normal world the next morning, but continues to experience breaks, wherein he’s in a Muggle mental institution and is told that he created the world of wizards and magic as part of an elaborate fantasy. Both worlds feel real to him, and he struggles to decide which life is preferable.

Turn (saras_girl, 307k): Although it starts with Harry being married to Ginny and living an epilogue compliant life, he’s jolted out of this when he suddenly wakes up and is married to Draco. He finds that in this new reality, he sought Draco out after Sectumsempra and apologized, thereby setting a different (and happier) course for himself. 

anonymous asked:

who is your favorite band/artist? at the moment mine is MIKA

oh my god dude u just sent me into infodump hell mode here we fuckin go

ok so as of now my favorite band would probably be glass animals, because holy shit their stuff is so intricate and complex?? like the overall musical texture is just a+. i can listen to their songs over and over again without getting tired bc like literally every time i hear something new its wonderful

but liKE I FEEL LIKE IM LEAVING OUT SO MANY MORE THAT ARE ALSO MY FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS so here are some honorable mentions in no particular order

  • Gorillaz: would die for all of them. the new album literally killed me and then rose me from the dead
  • Nine Inch Nails: great music for going AAAAAAA!! strangely, also good music for crying
  • Panic! At the Disco: Beebop Eureka is the only man ill ever love
  • Bush: Also good AAAAAA! music. strangely powerful though??
  • Radiohead: there was a post that i saw on here once that said something like “radiohead makes music for people who are afraid to ask for ketchup at mcdonalds.” to this day its the truest statement ive ever read
  • Arctic Monkeys: this band always slips back into my life at the weirdest times and i just roll with it 
  • Foster the People: My favorite band in sixth grade. i still love them to death. torches will always be sacred to me
  • The Offspring: from my edgy phase (which im still lowkey in)
  • Fall Out Boy: I CANT EVEN PUT THIS ONE INTO WORDS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. GOD BLESS AMERICA
  • Nirvana: I was blasting smells like teen spirit while driving past my old middle school and it scared the shit out of the sixth graders. A+ music
  • Weezer: Shout out to the cute girl that got my gay ass to listen to this one
  • Pierce the Veil: And this one too
  • The 1975: Look shes really pretty and wonderful ok dont judge me
  • Two Door Cinema Club: I listened to them because the album cover for tourist history has a cat on it. i have no regrets
  • Grouplove: Good summer vibes. their music always cheers me up
  • Twenty One Pilots: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I have no excuse for this one

One of my favorite headcanons are the ones that involve Lucius having Severus help him date Narcissa. It’s just great because Lucius is in sixth or seventh year when Severus starts attending Hogwarts, and having Lucius get love advice from an 11-year-old is just great.

Sweetness Part Three

Part Two

Y/N’s lips were formed in a pout as she sat in the small office of her and Harry’s home. Hers happened to be much more clean than Harry’s, up until today. Wedding binders, magazines, books, anything that held something to do with a wedding laid in front of her. Harry offered to pay for a wedding planner but she refused, she wanted it to be something special, to be just like how she had dreamed of it. Harry wanted it to be just how dreamed, he could care less if they married in a venue, on the beach, or in city hall, as long as she was happy.

Y/N sighed, looking at the watch on her wrist. She turned on the telly, switching to the channel that Harry’s interview would be airing. Harry had informed he was attending the after party for a bit, but she didn’t want to go, parties weren’t her things and she had been tired recently. Her graduation had happened last weekend and she was tired out from the graduation party her mother had thrown, then the one Anne had, then the one Harry had, so Harry had understood.

“So you and Ms. Y/N are getting married,” James smiled, showing a picture of the two.

It was one Harry had posted on his instgram, her arms around his shoulders, her chin resting on his shoulder, a smile on both of their faces, eyes bright and full of love. The picture was one of her favorites, it was taken on the sixth day they had spent together.

“Yes,” Harry smiled, “she just graduated last weekend, so now she is on full on planning mood. Figuring out who’s coming, and all. We want a small wedding.”

“Are you helping with planning?” James asked.

Harry laughed, shaking his head, “no, no, it’s all her. I’m not even allowed to pick my tux cause she doesn’t want it to be crazy, I did though get to pick the napkins,” Harry laughed, “so when you go James, make sure to tell her the napkins are the best thing.”

“Out of the whole wedding, the ceremony, you want me to tell the bride that the best thing is the napkins?” James asked.

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Perfect (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by ameliawilliams

Request:  Hiya! So.. lately i’ve been obsessed with your writing and Ed Sheeran, so I was wondering if you could write something like a songfic from the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran with Newt and the reader (even better if it takes place in Hogwarts but it doesn’t have to) also it’s ok if you dont want to or my request doesn’t make any sense, I hope you have a nice day anyway! xx - Anon

This is based off the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran


I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

You had first met Newt Scamander in your fifth year at Hogwarts.  He was your partner in Care of Magical Creatures.  He was a most handsome sight, but a shy one at that.  You loved nothing more than to talk to him.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Newt Scamander first felt the feeling of true love in his third year at Hogwarts.  When he met Y/N L/N, his partner in Care of Magical Creatures.  He admired her strength, smarts, courage, bravery, everything about her.  Not to mention she was a real beauty.  Every guy in fifth year swooned over Y/N, leaving Newt down thinking he would never get to call you his own.  Little did he know, you loved him just the same.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was

Your and Newt’s friends always teased you about how obvious it was you loved each other.  After months of begging and pleading, Newt’s friends finally got him to work up the courage to ask you out on a date.  Some of your friends were behind you when Newt asked you, and they started squealing of happiness.  When Newt asked you out it was clear he was very shy and nervous.  You had to help him finish his sentence.  You told him of course you would go out with him, and his adorable face melted into the happiest look you had ever seen the Hufflepuff show.  (Even happier than when you got to study Bowtruckles in Care of Magical Creatures).  

I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

On your date you saw Newt open up more than he ever had before.  He had so much more confidence now that you had actually said yes when he asked you out.  You loved this about him; how he could brighten up any room just by simply cracking a smile.  Towards the end of your date (which was a day in Hogsmeade during the spring)  Newt’s striking seafoam eyes stared into your E/C ones.  He lifted a hand to cup your cheek, and leaned in to connect your lips with his.  This was the bravest you had ever seen Newt.  Naturally, you kissed back as your lips moved in perfect sync.  It was a nice, slow, passionate kiss.  You both pulled away, but only for a second before you crashed your lips onto his.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

A year later in sixth year, on a gorgeous autumn night, Newt took you out to the courtyard after dinner with him.  He led you to a spot in the forbidden forest that had been decorated with fairy lights.  It was a beautiful sight.  You asked Newt what this was, but before you could finish, Newt used his wand and set the needle on a record player that began playing lovely classical music.  Newt pulled you into his arms and set his hands on your waist.  Smiling because you knew what he was doing, you set your hands on his shoulders and began slowly swaying to the music. 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

This happened just after dinner, and you weren’t wearing any makeup and the two of you were in your school robes.  Once you two picked up the pace a little bit and began dancing more freely, you laughed and said: “I look a mess tonight, Newt!”  All he did was peck a kiss to your forehead and say:  “Darling.  You look perfect tonight.”

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

After your dancing date, you two were sitting side-by-side at the base of a large willow tree (not the Whomping Willow).  You had your head resting on Newt’s shoulder while he held your hand on his lap.

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own

Newt started telling you how one day he was going to marry you and you two would make the most beautiful children together.  You smiled and laugh, staring at the beautiful stars that dotted the sky like millions of raindrops.

We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds

Newt felt different around you.  A good different.  Like he could pour out all his troubles and secrets and you would be there to listen to every word he had to say.  You felt the same way about Newt.  You both rarely hid anything from each other.  And if you did it was most likely because of a surprise for the other.  You and Newt had been through everything together, a couple nobody could ever break apart.

I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

Ever since you both began dating it was evident you were both happier people.  Nothing could bring you down, except a few fights here and there that often ended with hugs and flowers.  Newt loved you more than anything and everyday as he fell asleep he told himself:  “I’m going to marry her one day.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Ten years later, here you are.  Walking down the aisle with your arm linked in your father’s, a gorgeous and intricate white gown hung from your shoulders.  Your soon-to-be husband Newt stood at the end, a huge smile on his face.  As you finished the walk and stood next to Newt, he leaned over to your ear and very faintly whispered, “You look perfect tonight.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight

Newt and Y/N.  Y/N and Newt.  The perfect pair.  You were his angel.  And to think, when you first met you were nothing more than teenagers working together to pass a class at a school for witchcraft and wizardry.  Now, a married couple living in London.  Everything was… well… perfect.


Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

like fizzled out fireworks

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood
setting: best friends au, summer before oliver’s sixth year
wordcount: 1852
a/n: a foray into one of my favorite au’s for flintwood


They’re stargazing on a clear summer night in the field that separates Marcus’ house from Oliver’s and he rubs his bare heels against the grass, knowing he’ll have stains on the bottom of his feet when they finally part for the night.

It’s late and quiet. He’s got the bridge of Oliver’s nose in his peripheral, and content washes over him. Normally he gets fidgety this late in the summer, the premise of school drawing ever closer a damper on the holiday spirits, but they’d flown and practiced for hours in the evening and it’s quieted his nerves.

When they go back, it’ll be another season of rivalry and biting remarks. But for now, Marcus breathes in the sweet scent of grass and broom polish, relishing how similar it is to their first summer together in little league, and every one after that.

Oliver’s voice breaks the silence. “Look,” he points towards a cluster of stars, “Didn’t we learn about that one in astronomy?”

“Probably,” Marcus rumbles, “S’ probably one of the boring ones, though.”

They’re so close that he can feel Oliver’s chuckle on his left side, but he doesn’t look over.

“What do you consider interesting, huh?”

Marcus pokes his tongue into the corner of his cheek. “I dunno. The stories, you mean?”

“Sure.” Oliver props himself up on one elbow and Marcus steels himself to avoid the warm brown gaze that he’s gotten so used to over the past few months.

He grips a handful of grass and pulls, feels the give of the roots in his palm. “I guess Eridanus is cool.”

Oliver snorts. “With the son trying to drive the sun chariot?”

Marcus can feel Oliver’s gaze on his face. “Yeah, that one.”

“You have weird taste.”

“Sure.”

Oliver lets himself fall back onto his back, shifting restlessly to get comfortable again, and Marcus watches the faint spiraling of the stars. He wonders if he’s imagining the movement, wonders if he’s imagining how Oliver seems to be just the slightest smidgen closer.

Maybe it’s better that they don’t really have the space for this, for these moments, at school. Marcus doesn’t think he could take that much of Oliver in one bout. He’s sure he’d drown too quickly.

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