my favourite line in the movie :')

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Tony and Peter sharing the same sentiment on why they do what they do, which is to protect the people and the world they love and care about
(inspired by @knightinironarmor [x])

rings

pairing: draco malfoy x blaise zabini x ginny weasley
word count: 1632
a/n:
 I started writing this the other week, after first seeing this post pop up on my dashboard and being inspired. anyways, now that I’m done nano I decided it was time to finish it off. hope you enjoy!


“What the fuck have you done to yourself, Zabini?”

Blaise is standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom they share, turning his head to the left and right. Over his shoulder, Draco is glaring also into the mirror, squinting slightly through the post-shower fog to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that’s sparking in Blaise’s nose.

“Piercing.” Blaise responds, voice smooth and deep as always. “Do you like it?” He turns on his heel and notices that Draco’s eyes skim down over his chest, muscular and still dripping from his shower. It takes a minute for the pale blonde to flick his eyes up to Blaise’s face.

“Hmm.” Draco muses, and steps closer, into the muggy heat of the bathroom. He leans a little closer still, looking at the way the thin gold ring contrasts against Blaise’s dark skin. On another man, it might look like a bull ring. On Blaise, it makes him look regal, disarming. More so than he already is, which Draco hadn’t actually thought was possible. “That depends.” He decides, and Blaise raises a brow.

“On?”

Draco closes the distance between them and presses his lips against his boyfriends, claiming them in an aggressive kiss. “Can I still do this?” He murmurs against Blaise’s lips, nipping the bottom one possessively.

“God yes,” Blaise mumbles back, suddenly grateful that he hadn’t bothered to put his clothes back on.


“Have you gotten another one?”

Blaise is unwrapping a thin scarf from around his neck, and he nearly curses Draco’s incredibly excellent eyesight at catching the ring that is now nestled on the inside of his left ear.

“Yes.” He says, simply.

Draco rolls his eyes as he crosses their small apartment to take a closer look. “I mean, I certainly understand rebelling against your parents-“

“Wasn’t I your rebellion?”

“Exactly.” Draco grins, unable to stop himself. “But, you’ve only just gotten the other one. Your mother is in, what, Sicily right now? She’s not even seen the first one yet.”

Blaise shrugs in a way that looks like liquid and wraps his arms around Draco’s body, tugging him closer still and pressing a kiss to the blonde’s forehead. “You’re right. Actually, I was trying to get the piercers number.”

Draco can’t help it, he rolls his eyes again. “And?”

“No luck. I believe her exact wording was ‘ I don’t date cocky assholes.’”

Draco can’t stop the snort that escapes his lips. “She’s not wrong, you know. You are rather cocky.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? I’m gorgeous, dating a stunning man, I can still date pretty girls…” Blaise grins, charming and seductive and definitely cocky. “Speaking of cocks,” he mumbles, and slides his hand down Draco’s front.


The next one takes three weeks. He doesn’t even make a show of not mentioning it. “What do you think?” It’s his other ear now, a small golden flower sparking with emerald gems pressed against the flat cartilage on top.

“A flower?” Draco says, with a sigh.

“Flowers are pretty.” Blaise says, already pulling his shirt off. “I like pretty things.” He reaches for Draco’s shirt and, thankfully, the blonde doesn’t complain.

“Jesus,” Draco mumbles, as Blaise kisses his neck and then lower with fervour. “You’re always so horny when you get home. What’s so great about this girl? Do her nipples taste like whiskey?”

Blaise laughs, now on his knees and tugging Draco’s pants down to his ankles. “I’m not sure. Still can’t convince her to come on a date. But, if you met her, you’d agree with me.” And then his mouth is too occupied to explain any further, and Draco is definitely not complaining.


“I’ve figured out how to get her to agree to go one a date with me.”

Blaise is lying next to Draco in bed, tracing his finger over his boyfriend’s pale skin, enjoying the way Draco flinches to try and stop himself from laughing. Draco likes to pretend he’s not ticklish, because apparently it isn’t manly to giggle. Blaise knows better. He always knows better.

“Well, go on, entertain me.” Draco drawls, voice still thick with sleep.

Blaise grins, and leans forward to nip at one of Draco’s small nipples. “I’m going to get my cock pierced.”

Draco sits bolt upright, nearly smacking his head into Blaise’s as he goes. “Excuse me?” He sputters, looking over at his boyfriend as though he’s grown a second head.

Blaise shrugs, unaffected. “I figure, once she sees what she’s missing out on she’ll have to say yes.”

“But!” Draco is shaking his head now, trying to wrap his mind around this. “I happen to like that cock.”

“Who’s to say you won’t like it more with a ring in it? Could be good for… stimulation…”

“Blaise, get your hand off me.” Draco chides, but he only half-heartedly smacks the dark hand away from his body. “Right. This is it. I need to see this girl with my own eyes and figure out exactly what’s causing this reaction.”

Blaise, sure that Draco can’t see the glint of his eyes, doesn’t stop the devious smile that breaks out over his face.


They go to the piercing studio that afternoon, Blaise’s fingers twined around Draco’s as they open the door and step in out of the cold. Draco spots her immediately. He’s not sure why he’s so convinced this is the girl - she isn’t Blaise’s usual type.

She’s short, with wide shoulders and thin hips and long straight red hair. She’s got a ring through her bottom lip, a stud in her nose, and he can see nearly a dozen in one of her ears. It’s probably because of the way she grins when she spots Blaise, and then her face falls when she glances down and realizing he’s holding someone’s hand. A man’s hand.

Normally, Draco would count that as a point for him. Their relationship has always been open and comfortable like that, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy getting to be the one Blaise comes home to more often than not. Except. Except, he can’t help but wonder what this girl sounds like when she comes, what her creamy skin tastes like under his tongue. What she would look like with Blaise on top of her. If she could take them both.

His mouth goes dry. Blaise glances over, and grins. And suddenly it all clicks.

“You bastard.” He whispers, under his breath, and Blaise pretends he hasn’t heard as he turns towards the redhead.

“Gin,” he greets, warmly. His voice is lacking the usual layer he spreads on thick as honey when he’s trying to seduce women. He sounds genuine. She smiles back and heads over to greet the men.

“Blaise, good to see you again.” Draco can tell she’s trying to keep her voice neutral, but failing - she seems to wear her heart on her sleeve, or at least on the furrow in her brow.

“This is my boyfriend, Draco.” Blaise introduces, letting go of Draco’s hand so that he can shake the girls.

“Ginny, nice to meet you.”

Draco can’t help it, he plucks her hand out of the air and presses his warm lips to the back of her knuckles, and his own voice is certainly husky when he speaks. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Ginny flushes and removes her hand and looks to Blaise. “What can I do for you today? Another piercing already?”

Blaise shakes his head, and looks back to Draco who can’t seem to take his eyes off the redhead. When Blaise glances over, he realizes it is because her shirt has shifted and he can now see the outline of a barbel in her nipple through the thin cotton. “Not today, love. Actually, I figured I’d see if you were still intent on not giving me your number.”

Ginny’s frown deepens and she looks back over to Draco, who forces himself to meet her eyes instead of her breasts with his gaze. “Am I missing something?”

Draco decides he can handle this situation better than his cocky asshole of a boyfriend. “You see, we’re not entirely… conventional.” Draco explains. “I suppose you’d classify our relationship as open?”

At this, her red eyebrows perk up in interest and she looks back at Blaise, before licking her lips. “Interesting.”

Blaise is about to say something, but Draco speaks before his boyfriend can, unable to stop himself. “How much did that hurt?” He asks, waving at her chest vaguely.

Now, Ginny smirks and steps slightly closer to him. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, though, I’m a bit of a fan of pain. Bit unconventional myself, I suppose.”

Blaise swallows thickly beside him, and Draco smirks in response. “When does your shift end?”

She glances back over her shoulder behind the counter. The man standing there is tall, and his red hair matches hers, though it’s tied up in a bun at the back of his head. He has a tattoo of what looks like a dragon wrapped around his arm, and a large scar across the left side of his neck. She seems to have an entire conversation with him in a series of brow raises and intense glares, and then she turns back and flashes a stunning smile at the two tall men in front of her.

“Right now. Tell me that you live close.”

Blaise has found his voice again, and he steps forward and slips one of his large dark hands into her small creamy one. “Two blocks.” He says.

“Perfect. Lead the way.” 

Draco slips his hand down into her other one and they leave the shop together, and Draco decides firmly that if all of Blaise’s rebellions look like this, he’ll be the first one in line to buy a megaphone in the morning.

heathers 1988 - starter sentences

“Dear Diary: My teen angst bullshit now has a body count.”
“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?”
“Are we going to prom or to hell?”
“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.”
“I use my grand IQ to decide what lip gloss to wear in the morning and how to hit three keggers before curfew.”
“I can’t believe you did it. I was teasing. I loved you. Of course, I was coming up here to kill you.”
“What’s the up-chuck factor on that?“
“Now that you’re dead, what are you gonna do with your life?”
“You know what I want, babe?”
“You were nothing before you met me.“
“The extreme always seems to make an impression.”
“I just killed my best friend.”
“Chaos is great! Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.”
“Well, it’s just like they’re people I work with and our job is being popular and shit.”
“Whether to kill yourself or not is one of the most important decisions a teenager can make.”
“If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?”
“Lick it up, baby. Lick it up.”
“Is this a weak turnout or what? I had at least 70 more people at my funeral.”
“Jesus God in Heaven, why’d you have to kill such hot snatch?”
“What is your damage, ______?”
“It is one thing to want somebody out of your life, it is another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer.”
“I say we just grow up, be adults and die.”
“______ why are you pulling my dick?”
“You’re a rebel? You think you’re a rebel? You’re not a rebel you’re fucking psychotic!”
“Why do you have to be such a mega-bitch?”
“You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.“
“When teenagers complain that they want to be treated like human beings, it’s usually because they are being treated like human beings.”
“You inherit 5 million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they’re going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do?”


I, Robot Sentence Starters ;
  • “Hold my pie — hold it or wear it!”
  • “I am sorry for this misunderstanding.”
  • “You’re lucky I can’t breathe, I’d walk all up and down your ass.”
  • “I am sorry, my responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.”
  • “Why would you kill yourself?”
  • “For the coffee? Sugar? … Oh, you thought I was calling you sugar! No, you’re not that rich.”
  • “I’m sorry, are you being funny?”
  • “You have great posture, see, you stand really straight and I’m… slouching.”
  • “You know what they say: laws are made to be broken.”
  • “Does thinking you’re the last sane man on the face of the Earth make you crazy? Because if it does, maybe I am.”
  • “My father tried to teach me human emotions… they are difficult.”
  • “Maybe it was something I did. Did I do something?”
  • “You have to do what someone asks you to do? Don’t you… if you love them?”
  • “Alright, that’s it. Do you want me to call your grandmother? Because I will you know.”
  • “Look, I understand you’ve experienced a loss, but this relationship just can’t work. I mean, you’re a cat, I’m black, and I’m not going to be hurt again.”
  • “I have a cat in my trunk, and he’s homeless.”
  • “You are the dumbest smart person I have ever met in my life!”
  • “The problem is I do care.”
  • “If you find out what is wrong with me, can you fix me?”
  • “I think it would be better not to die.”
  • “What is it that you dream?”
  • “I’d hope you would come to think of me as your friend.”
  • “We all have a purpose.”
  • “[sneezes] I’m sorry, I’m allergic to bullshit.”
  • “Random segments of code… or is it something more?”
  • “You know somehow, I told you so, just didn’t quite say it.”
  • “Hey! Did you just shoot at me with your eyes closed?”
  • “I assume we’ll discuss what just happened later.”
  • “I am uncomfortable with heights.”
  • “Save her! Save the girl!”
  • “Does this make us friends?”
  • “I guess you’ll have to find your way like the rest of us. That’s what it means to be free.”
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It’s been like watching timelapse photography, or something, of a beautiful flower as it grows from a seed. It pushes its way up and then opens into an exquisite blossom. And then the flowers starts to close. It shrivels and it fades and crumbles to dust. And all in one single century.

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And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he’s gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse. || National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation