one night ever after

anonymous asked:

Can't believe I'd ever wish for Danielle smug face back after one night of seeing resting bitch face I'm too good for you let me pretend I care about Louis now he won't know I'm a piece of shit talker he's so unstable I am the light to his darkness his rock and shining armor so everyone sees how amazing I am let me hold his hand like I care I bet the 1D fans will praise me for that one i love Louis so much I watch the originals to laugh at his exes bad acting with him for date night Calder.

Wow that was such a good name description 


You Know Her Name In One Night 

Tangled: Before Ever After premieres on Disney Channel in March, and Rapunzel’s hair will consistently drag through grass all over the kingdom in Tangled: The Series shortly thereafter.

anonymous asked:

Imperial!Jyn and undercover rebel!Cassian au

1) Jyn goes into security. She grew up not quite spoiled, but privileged; her father was high enough in the science command that she was respected but not so high that she was envied. As a child, she never noticed that her father never looked happy, going to work; that her mother held onto her necklace and whispered stories about the times before the Empire, of the Jedi and dissent. As she grows older, she notices, and it means she can’t help but see–see that there are people, outside of Corsucant, who don’t like the Empire. But that’s not a good thing to think, a safe thing, so she pushes it away, and signs up for security track at least partly as a rebellion. It’s good, though, she finds. She likes having something to fight. 

2) She notices him because he smiles at her. No one smiles at security; no one looks at them, really. She’s fine with that. She has her parents at home, and she’s always been a little apart from her peers, aware of the Empire in a way they aren’t. She doesn’t need anything more. But one day, one of the workers–some pencil pusher–smiles at her, and she, well. She notices. 

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Marauders + What Comes to Mind When They Conjure a Patronus

Remus “Moony” Lupin

  • The day an eccentric old wizard going by the name Dumbledore showed up at his front step, carrying with him a Hogwarts acceptance letter Remus never expected to get.
  • September 1st of his eleventh year, sitting in a dormitory with three other boys, feeling out of place and insecure, until the boy with shaggy hair dragged him off the bed, saying, “What, are you just going to go to sleep on your first night here? Come on, come play a few rounds of Exploding Snap with us!” It was the first time he ever felt he had friends.
  • One night in second year, after being cornered by his friends about his monthly disappearances and having to finally come clean, and remembering the funny look James gave him as he said, “Werewolf or not, Remus, you’re no monster to us.”
  • Sitting under a shade tree in his backyard with a letter he read over and over a thousand times, congratulating him on becoming a prefect. Sure, James, Sirius, and Peter laughed themselves to death over it, but they didn’t understand what Albus Dumbledore’s trust meant to someone like him–someone who people are wont to be suspicious of. He wore his badge in quiet pride.
  • Three days before the full moon in the fall of his fifth year, learning the lengths his friends had taken to make it so he wouldn’t have to spend his transformations alone anymore. 
  • The middle of final exam week during his sixth year, studying in the deserted back corner of the library, when a stressed out Sirius Black threw down his quill and said, “I can’t think about Transfiguration, and worry about how you feel about me at the same time,” right before he kissed Remus right on the lips and pulled away with an expectant look. “So?” he had demanded. “Do you fancy me or not?”
  • James Potter’s stag party. Technically, he doesn’t actually remember anything that happened that night–he’s pretty sure he blacked out before it was even midnight–but the feeling? That thick, nostalgic feeling–one last, gigantic hurrah before everything changed–that’s something no amount of firewhiskey could wash away.
  • Holding Harry for the first time, and thinking that maybe there was hope in a world where nothing seemed to go right.

(After the first wizarding war, Remus couldn’t make corporeal patronuses anymore–just little bits of white mist. It seems there are some things so bad, too devastating, that they tend to outshine the good.)

Peter “Wormtail” Pettigrew

  • The middle of his first year, after James and Sirius dubbed their friend group “The Marauders,” and realizing that they accepted him as one of their own. James Potter and Sirius Black, the coolest kids in school–can you imagine?
  • One afternoon in third year Defense Against the Dark Arts, when he scored higher on an essay than Remus. (It did happen to be a full moon week, but Peter still counts it, goddamnit.)
  • Getting asked out on a date to Hogsmeade at age 15 by a fourth year Hufflepuff girl, who was scared of the Shrieking Shack, and was riveted by Peter’s insistence that he’d been in there before and seen the sort of monster that lived there. (She didn’t know he was talking about Remus Lupin, of course.) He snogged her out back behind Zonkos. The praise and high fives he got from James and Sirius later that night might have been even better than the kiss itself.
  • The very first time he transformed into Wormtail, because he knew, he knew, James and Sirius were starting to doubt that he could do it. But he did do it! And after he did it once, transforming became his most favorite thing in the world to do.
  • Asking his friends over during Easter holidays during sixth year, and them accepting. He loved being able to show off all his things to the people he loved and respected most in the world. 
  • The night before the last day of term during their last year at Hogwarts, when the four of them snuck out of the castle into the Shrieking Shack and gorged themselves on Honeyduke’s sweets and pastries from the kitchens, and vowed–absolutely, cross-the-heart-and-hope-to-die, swore–that no matter what happened in the coming war, they would still be together. They would all still be friends.

(Peter only managed a corporeal patronus once, after a lot of coaxing and patience from his friends. It was hard for him to focus on a memory and focus on the magic at the same time.)

Sirius “Padfoot” Black

  • Being four years old and hearing Regulus’ first word. It wasn’t Mama, or Dada. It was “Sirius.” (Of course, it sounded more like “See-russ,” but who’s asking?)
  • His first time in the Great Hall, the Sorting Hat over his eyes, it belting out the word “Gryffindor!” when he had been so certain it was going to say Slytherin.
  • One of the last days of First Year, after being on edge, knowing he was going to have to go back home to his mother (who still was sending him letters about how displeased she was in his house and choice of friends), and James pulling him aside, saying, “I’ll write you every day. I’ll write you so much your mum will go nutty and will be too fussed with all the owls to give you any grief.” When Sirius asked why he’d do something like that for him, James said, “’Cuz you’re my best friend, of course!” like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
  • Two weeks after The Prank, after thinking his relationship with Remus was irreparably damaged, sitting up in his four poster bed, and Remus coming in and sitting beside him, meeting his eyes, and saying the words, “I forgive you.”
  • A night in the middle of summer when he was sixteen, sitting on the Potter’s couch, drenched from the rain, tear tracts on his face, being enveloped in Mrs. Potter’s arms, and her telling him, “This place will always be open to be your home.”
  • The first morning he woke up with Remus beside him, his face peaceful like it never was when awake, and realizing how lucky he was.
  • Watching James exchange vows with Lily and experiencing his happiness vicariously as though they were linked like brothers. Accepting, for the first time really, that maybe they were brothers, blood or not.
  • Meeting Harry Potter and seeing his best friend in his Godson, and seeing a future for the first time in a long time–one that might actually be good.

(Sirius could make corporeal patronuses up until the day he got sent to Azkaban. He never had an opportunity to see if he could make them again, but he was the first person ever to escape Azkaban, so what did it matter if he could do a patronus or not? He was already one up on the dementors anyway.)

James “Prongs” Potter

  • Two weeks into his first year, with the help of Sirius Black, successfully setting off two dungbombs at the Slytherin’s table during breakfast, and thinking that this was the start to a truly beautiful friendship.
  • Hearing from the Team Captain in his second year that he had been accepted to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, which was amazing, because next to pulling pranks with the Marauders, and looking at that Lily Evans girl who made him feel sort of funny inside, flying was his favorite thing to do.
  • The first night the four of them all transformed into Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, because he had been the mastermind behind the whole Animagus business, and there had been more than a few moments where he thought that there was no way they were going to pull it off. It turns out, he loved proving himself wrong.
  • Asking Lily Evans out after Head Boy and Girl duties one day, and her saying yes! She said yes! Sirius, did you hear that?! She said yes!
  • The middle of Seventh year, looking down at the finished version of the Maruader’s Map, and knowing that a piece of him would always exist at Hogwarts. 
  • Asking Lily Evans to marry him after getting home from an Order mission that shook him down to his very core, and her saying yes. Again, she said yes! Who cared about evil wizards and wars when Lily Evans kept saying yes to things?!
  • That stag party. He remembers exactly none of it, (well, except for maybe one part where Sirius was singing something off-tune, Remus kept trying to harmonize with him, and Peter was throwing up in an umbrella stand), but damn, it makes him happy to think about.
  • The birth of his son, all 7 pounds of him, fat cheeks with a mop of messy black hair on his head like his Dad’s. James held him right after Lily had a turn, and saw that his eyes looked just like hers. Up until that point he had kept it together, but having seen something so perfect brought a flood of tears to his eyes. Nothing, James Potter believed until the moment he took his last breath, was better than being a dad.

(James could make corporeal patronuses in his sleep. He was married to Lily Evans! That’s enough happiness to make any dementor run its ass back to where it came from, wouldn’t you say?)

anonymous asked:

Have you ever had a one night stand and how did you feel after it? I had one last Friday and I feel so shitty because I Iike the guy but he hasn't even contacted me after it and I just find myself checking to see if he's online hoping he'll send a message. We met the night out after it happened and his friends knew all about what happened as they came up and said it to me. He was drunk and it was like he didn't even know me! Feeling so worthless about the whole thing.

Ooo anon I am sorry. One night stands can be hard.

I can give you some advice, given my status as a semi-retired intermediate level hussy.

If he’s not contacting you, cut your losses. It sucks and it hurts and it’s an all around shitty situation. It was just sex for him, and you’re probably feeling like it should mean more. If he’s gonna ghost you after sexytime and act like he doesn’t know you, he’s an asshat.

In regards to the feeling worthless thing, your worth is not based on what some dude thinks of you or if a dude wants you. You are beautiful and important and you need to think of yourself that way.

//hussy logic incoming//
Own your decisions, don’t regret them. Don’t let yourself feel like a conquest, one night stands are a two way street. He’s just as much your conquest too. You got just as much from him as he did you.

You had fun (I hope.). He’s gonna be a good memory (I hope). If not, he’s a story you’ll laugh about and tell later.
//end hussy logic//

Anon I am very sorry about all that you’re feeling right now. Take some time to pamper you and remember why you’re awesome. Take a bubble bath, go get a mani pedi, make that new dinner recipe you’ve been meaning to try.

It gets better.

a modern day tangled plot where muse a is the local bad boy — who has quite possibly one of the worst reputations to ever exist, and is known for his thievery, and also for his incredible ability to spend almost every single night of his life at the local police station for one wrongdoing or another — and muse b is the sheltered daughter of an extremely overprotective mother, who literally allows her to do nothing, or go anywhere by herself. muse b constantly dreams of getting to do all the things that other teenagers are doing, such as drinking and going to parties and falling in love, but she’s far too scared of her mother to ever do anything even slightly rebellious. however one night, after a house burglary that goes wrong, muse a is on the run and stumbles upon muse b’s house, which appears empty at a first glance. it isn’t though, and muse b is actually home alone, while her mother is out somewhere. muse b is instantly in awe of muse a, especially after he’s forced to explain just why he’s ended up in her house (( because of the failed burglary )) and she attempts to befriend him, though muse a wants nothing to do with her, and is planning to make a quick escape — right up until muse b turns out to not be as fragile and innocent as she originally appeared, and threatens to hand muse a into the police unless he takes her away from her usual life of order and rules, and shows her a wild night she won’t forget.

Get To Know Me

I was tagged by: @emilywritesaboutdean

Name/Nickname: Legally I’m Samantha, but I prefer Samii

Last song I listened to: Let It Go, I made the mistake of buying frozen thinking my daughter wouldn’t be too into it. I was very wrong.

First fandom: Does Charmed count? I think Charmed counts.

Book I’m currently reading: The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

Worst thing I’ve ever eaten: One night bad decision after bad decision ended in my brother buying cooked squid, and paying me $300 to eat it.

Favorite places: My daughter’s room. Some thing about it feels comforting. Especially when she’s gone.And the Hollywood Hills, if you get up there, late at night(which may or may not be trespassing) you can see the skyline without being interrupted

People I’d like to get to know better:

In Shop Eating

So a hangout.  Galen could do that without messing it all up.  At least if they were at the shop and the potion ran out, he could drink what he had left.  He always made a small supply just for him, just in case.  It was hard to put something personal in something he’d made by himself but he figured it out a few years ago.  Of course, it was always hard but he handled it.  After sending the last text, he started to clean the store up some.  He’d just close up early as soon as Noah got there.  No one really ever came in on the nights around the full moon.  Only after did he get a huge rush.  


How to start a Badlydrawn Blog

JUST DO IT (Steps to follow)

1. Decide on which character you want to draw. IT DOESN’T MATTER WHICH CHARACTER AS LONG AS IT IS ONE YOU WANT TO DRAW. Pick a main character. pick a minor character. Draw someone super obscure. Pick a character that already has a blog (or two…or three thousand). Put your own spin on it. JUST DO IT.

2. Make a first introductory post. Directed at the audience, direct it at a specific existing badlydrawn blog. Tag everyone under the sun. Tumblr has this nice @blog thing now that’s really helpful. The dgm family is friendly and we’ll promote the shit out of you. JUST DO IT.

3. Make sure your ask box is open (If Hoshino drew angst every time I had to message ppl to open their ask box…there would be rivers of tears) and wait.  …. and wait, and wait. Why the fck are you waiting? Draw something, directed at someone and start shit up. You don’t have to wait for ppl to come to you. JUST DO IT.  

4. S I N

Welcome to the family!

Remus Lupin and the Visitor in the Night: HP Headcannon

One night, twelve years after losing everything he ever cared about, Remus Lupin is sleeping in the abandoned apartment block he’s squatting in. Things have been rough, but he’s kind of just accepted it by now. Work is hard to find but he does enough to survive and he has a comfortable mattress, so really what else matters? He is sleeping, restless and alert as per usual (This isn’t a nice part of London) when he is awoken by barking just outside his door. Something feels familiar about that sound. He thinks it must be in his dream and starts to drift back to sleep, only for the barking to rouse him once more.

Remus wakes up fully and looks at the door, just staring as the barking continues. There are stray dogs all around this area and he has food in his apartment, so it’s not an unusual situation, but still, something feels off. Remus walks up to the door, no longer drowsy. Slowly he unlocks the three locks he has had installed, turns the handle and opens the door. The barking stops. There it is, a great black dog. The mutt is silent as Remus stares at it. Remus bends down, hand outstretched cautiously. The dog leans into the outstretched hand, gently muzzling it, Remus pets him warmly, caution replaced by a deep warmth in his heart. He knows it is only a lonely stray (It couldn’t be him. He’s locked away and rotting), yet it reminds him of a time when he was happy. It has been so long since he has been happy.

Remus and the dog sit in the doorway for over an hour, the dog curled up against him while Remus strokes his fur. They hear a crashing sound from somewhere near by, the sound of footsteps. Probably just drunks, thinks Remus. The dog however perks up, fur standing on end. It stands and makes to leave, ready to run from whatever may come for it. Remus feels his stomach drop. He wants the dog to stay with him. As the great beast makes to run from the sound of people coming nearer, it pauses momentarily.
It looks back at Remus, making eye contact.
They hold each others gaze before another crashing sound prompts the dog to flee.

Remus stands in the doorway for another minute before turning back into his apartment. He feels hollow, not locking the door behind him. He falls on to his mattress and dreams of dogs and stags and rats.

The next morning Remus wakes up to the smell of toast and tea. He rouses quickly at the sound of somebody in his apartment. He glances nervously around the apartment searching for the intruder. Shock washes over him when he sees Dumbledore standing by the stove, preparing breakfast.

Hello Remus. I see you are doing better since our last visit.

Owning a bed is not what I dreamed would be the height of my achievements in life.”

Well I may be able to assist you in this matter. I would like to offer you a job. A Hogwarts teacher.”

Remus simply stared at the flamboyant wizard before him. A teacher? With a salary and all? But surely somebody like him would not be allowed to take such a place at Hogwarts. Dumbledore seemed to read the confusion in his eyes. He looked suddenly distressed, an uncommon emotion to see in the aged wizards eyes.

Remus, I am afraid I have some upsetting news for you.”
There was a long pause, Remus felt his insides churn. What more could be taken from him?
“I am afraid that yesterday, Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban. He made it past the dementors somehow.

Adrenalin washed through his blood stream, his heart beating rapidly. Then he remembered.
The dog.
The big black dog with that familiar bark.

sure, goodnight. :)

we met on a facebook meme group, he was 4 years older than me and lived about 5 hours from me. our conversations mostly consisted of memes, rants and whatever was on our mind. he worked as a chef so i only heard from him about twice a day, however he quit work after suffering a breakdown which spiralled into depression. i supported him all throughout his illness and gave him my number if he ever wanted to rant in person. after talking one night, i told him i had to go to bed early as i had an early start at work with which he responded with the message above. throughout my day in work i hadn’t heard from him, but when i got home i found people posting RIPs on his facebook wall. he killed himself at 3.15am, wednesday 5th november 2014. though we never met, i miss him like mad and it feels weird that i never attended his funeral or that none of his friends/whoever is in control of his facebook account has acknowledged me.

rip jack x

Coffee Break

“Okay wait, I’m completely lost.” You drop you pencil onto your notebook I frustration, “There’s imaginary numbers? Like unicorns and Lord of the Rings?”

“It’s really not that difficult when you understand it!” Chloe groans, repeating herself for the third time.

“Well, I’ll try to understand it while I go get another cup of coffee.”
You walk your mug back up to the counter and ask for another latte, flipping through the pastries in the display case: tarts, turnovers, croissants, cake pops, and even a mini tiramisu.

“That’s quite a selection of sugary snacks.” A brash voice mutters behind you.

“Exactly! It’s taking every ounce of my being not to buy everyth- Dan?”
Your jaw drops, you didn’t think you would ever see him again after your ‘one night stand.’ Your brain flashes back to the night before; too drunk to even function, instead of hooking up, you passed out in his bed half naked. Your face feels unusually warm indicating a muted blush approaching your cheeks.

“I thought that was you! I actually find it hard to believe that you’d drink anything without hard alcohol in it!” He chuckled loudly, finding himself absolutely hilarious.

“Yup. That’s me! The drunk!” You feel your face growing warmer. How sad was it that you were only remembered by your alcohol tolerance.

“So, about the other night… I did genuinely enjoy spending time with you, (Y/N).” His cheeks began to mirror yours: bright pink and flaming. “Are you- are you here alone?” He stuttered.

“Yes!” You blurt out, “I mean, no. No, I’m with my friend-slash-math tutor, Chloe.”

“Math tutor?” He laughed. “Didn’t think they had those in college.”

“Well.” You motion towards Chloe who looks back at you with a confused facial expression, “They do. Although, they don’t help too much.” You both laugh.

“Well, um, maybe we can meet up some other time then?” He asks, child-like wonder in his big brown eyes.

“Definitely! Here, let me give you my number.” After a minute of awkward typing and fumbling, you both sit in silence.

When Dan’s coffee came to the counter, he looks at you, doubting if he even wants to leave. He makes direct eye contact with you, melting you on the inside, “I look forward to our date. Our coffee break. Our… coffee.”

You chuckle, “It’s a date.” Dan smiles wide and nearly bumps into the woman in the doorway walking out, causing you to laugh under your breath.

You walk back to your table with your coffee in hand, “What was that?” Chloe smirks.

“Nothing. It was an absolutely brilliant nothing.” You smile, not even attempting to hide your blush; “Now, can we please get back to these imaginary, fairy tale numbers!”

I just really want a fic where Stiles desperately wants to be in a relationship. But he keeps striking out and doesn’t know why. After the date and rare one night, no one ever replies to his messages, etc.. The one time he corners a past date they say his big muscly roommate with the insane cheekbones scared them. To make matters more interesting, Stiles has been getting gifts from Derek for the last year. Every few days, weeks, Derek makes him dinner, takes him out to a thing, brings home animals he hunted himself, makes tokens for Stiles, at one point givez Stiles a pair of the fluffiest cats ever. He never once explains why or makes excuses. But Derek has been courting Stiles traditionally for like a year. but he a too scared to actually TELL Stiles because hes afraid of rejection. It’s also why he says nothing about Stiles’ dates or ‘sleepovers’. This fic wish because a story outline….so sorry