only like 7 but still

Me: It’s the weekend and I finally have time to do creative things for myself!

*looks at wip files*

*looks at blank ps canvas*

*looks at blank google doc*

*looks at half-knitted things*

*looks at game icons*


*quietly lies on the floor*


get to know me meme: [1/5] villains » Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Harry Potter, portrayed by Jason Isaacs

“Malfoy’s been giving generously to all sorts of things for years …. Gets him in with the right people … then he can ask favors … delay laws he doesn’t want passed … Oh, he’s very well connected, Lucius Malfoy….”


💖💓💖💗💘💕✨🌸🌺🌷🥀💐🍒🍑☀️🌸🌷🥀🌼🌼💐💕💜💓💖💐🌸💗💘😊💓🍒a whole mood 💖💓💖💗💘💕✨🌸🌺🌷🥀💐🍒🍑☀️🌸🌷🥀🌼🌼💐💕💜💓💖💐🌸💗💘😊💓🌸


I read Wings of Fire because Faustinator told me to. It turns out they’re actually somehow really good? Like man I haven’t enjoyed reading this much since I read Percy Jackson in the 11th grade. The only downside is there are no gay dragons yet, but I’m only on book 2 out of like 7 so theres still time

Anyways here are the main characters with a lot of creative liberties in their designs…


just some Cool Kids,

in which y/n is pregnant and hormonal… 

Everything was wrong. Y/N was so frustrated. She didn’t know who she was more upset with herself or Harry. All she knew was that she was 100% over this pregnancy thing.

“Babe, come on. Don’t be like this." 

She moved further away from him on the couch. "No. I will be like this because it’s all your fault. You’re the one that wanted the kid. Wouldn’t stop touching me until I got pregnant. Now, I should thank my lucky stars if I even get a hug.”

“Well, if you want to cuddle I can–" 

"No! I don’t want to cuddle Harold. I want you inside me,” she said shooting glares in his direction, then she was hit with an all consuming craving hit her making her forget about why she was angry, “Also, cookie dough. Do we have some in the fridge?" 

"Well, yeah,” he said, and her eyes lit up. He was pretty sure this was the only time he had been able to make her somewhat close to happy all week. But, he had to stop her as she went to race to the refrigerator. “Love, you can’t have that cookie dough." 

She stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around. "What do you mean?" 

He sighed preparing himself to break the bad news. "It has raw eggs in it. Says it right on the package." 

Her mouth opened and closed multiple times before she burst into tears and sank down to the ground. He rushed to her side and pulled her to him. "You’re supposed to make me happy, Harry. That’s what you said when we got married,” she cried. 

Harry felt helpless. He wanted to keep her happy, but he was scared to sleep with her and he had to look out for the baby when it came to this stuff. He knew she could be a bit irrational, but no one wanted to see their wife cry. “I could bake them, if you wanted me to?" 

She released a small shrill and smacked him away. "I don’t want cookies! Stop making stupid suggestions! Just leave me alone!” She pushed herself off the floor and ran upstairs to their bedroom.


“I’m sorry,” Y/N said when Harry entered into the room about twenty minutes later. 

She was lying on her side, facing away from him and rubbing her stomach. He slid in behind her and placed his hand over hers. “I’m sorry, too." 

She rolled over to face him. "Why are you sorry?" 

"If I would’ve known being pregnant would make you this crazy…” he trailed off giggling. 

Hey!” She pushed him away only to pull him back in and press her lips to his. 

He pulled her on top of him to deepen the kiss. Soon, she was pawing at him trying to get any and all clothes off. And, that’s when he pulled away gently shutting her down. She didn’t notice, though. He supposes she thought he was moving her off to get his pants off seeing as she had already removed his shirt. She took her shirt off as well and looked to him who was just laying. “Come on, Styles. Off with the pants. I haven’t got all day. Well, I do, but I don’t want to wait all day." 

He ran his hand through his hair, pulling at the strands a bit. "But, the baby…” he huffed out. 

She looked over at him trying to contain her annoyance. “The baby is wondering why its daddy won’t give its mumma some love.” “I don’t know… won’t we be disturbing it? With all the poking and prodding, and what if I hurt it?" 

Y/N looked at him for a few seconds before laughing and straddling his waist once again. "You’re so daft. Harry, it’s in my womb. It’s got its own little place in there. You can’t like break it or anything, you know?" 

He still looked weary. "Oh… well… still…” He gestured his hands in a circular motion, and she looked at him as if to say ‘so…’ “I can’t be in there when the baby is in there." 

A wild glint entered her eyes. "I’m barely pregnant! Only three months, H. The baby is barely a baby. He’s only about 7 cm. That’s like almost 3 inches." 

"Yeah, well, I still don’t feel comfortable–" 

"Fine!” she yelled, but made no effort to get off him. Instead, she began grinding down on his thigh, sighing out in relief.

Harry gasped, “What are you doing?" 

"Since, you’re being selfish and can’t get over yourself long enough to help your pregnant wife who’s carrying your child get off, I’ve got to do it myself,” she said between grunts. 

“I’m not– I’m just– Y/N…” he eventually moaned out. 

“You’re hard,” she noted, flipping her hair out of her face.

He gripped her waist, but she slapped his hands off. 

“No, this is for me. You don’t want me, so you don’t get to benefit.” She placed her hands on his shoulders to get a better angle. “Oh god, H." 

He tried to keep his composure, but as she came to her finish he let out a disgruntled groan. "I do want you,” he said and put his hands back on her waist. 

“Do you really?” She undid his trousers, and slipped her hand into his pants, testing the waters. 

“Mhmm…” he exhaled burying his face into her neck. 

“What about the baby?” she taunted. 

“Baby’s fine. ’S in your womb, innit he?" 

"What about all the poking and prodding?" 

He whined and flipped the two of them over. "Leave me alone… I want you." 

"It’s about time,” she quipped with a smirk. “I’m all yours. And, after can you get cookie dough I can eat?”


its like 60 degrees in my apartment so i just put on my pajamas and got into bed but my face is cold so ive got my whole head wrapped up in a blanket and basically this is ridiculous but i’ll probably end up going to sleep in like 20 minutes so its probably on the whole a good thing


hold on tight, this ride is a wild one