Bokuto probably has a pair of owl uggs that he wears before and after
practices, and the rest of the team absolutely hates them. And Akaashi
has tried to burn them on several occasions but Bokuto always keeps a
close eye on his favorite shoes. He calls them his “hootie booties”
There was the Mindelan device: a gray owl, wings outstretched, on a blue field rimmed with cream. There were two differences between this shield and those of her brothers. On Kel’s, the owl hovered over a pair of crossed glaives, cream embroidered in gold, matches for a Yamani glaive. The other difference was the shield’s border: it was formed by two thin rings, the outer blue, the inner cream. A distaff border, the heralds had named it, the coat of arms of a lady knight.
- Squire by Tamora Pierce
I thought it was high time to do some Tortall-inspired crochet, and who better to become a cuddly toy/blanket than the Protector of the Small? You can see the grey blanket taking shape behind Dragon, who is helpfully modelling the shield until Keladry gets arms and a head.
tell me about gryffindor boyfriends with slytherin girlfriends !
Alright! I already did a GryfindorxSlytherin post, so if you want more than this just scroll on down and find it :)
Gryffindor boys trying to do cute things with snakes for their girlfriends, but generally failing cause come on it’s a snake so “like do you want a snake scarf or something I just don’t know what to do ok sorry lions are better”
Slytherin girls with Gryffindor boyfriends complaining to each other about how reckless they are like “he didn’t even check to see if the broom was enchanted or just a normal broom he just jumped. I swear to Salazar he has negative brain cells.”
Gryffindor boys bringing all their extra blankets down to the Slytherin dormitory on chilly nights, knowing their girlfriends have to be cold down in the dungeons.
Slytherin girls fussing over their boyfriends constant state of clothing malfunction, straightening their ties and attempting to smooth down hair without even realizing what they are doing
Arguments about quidditch. All. The. Time.
Slytherin girls always seeming to make the first moves, cause Gryffindor guys are actually usually pretty intimidated tbh
Gryffindor blokes swimming to the bottom of the lake with a bubble head charm to try to wave at their girlfriends, receiving no less than three weeks worth of detention when caught
Gryffindor guys turning green at the thought of meeting her parents
Slytherin girls becoming automatic best friends with their Gryffindor boyfriend’s adorable little siblings, doting on them and giving them gifts and things
Let’s hope and pray they never break up. They are too strong and proud to take it well and their screaming match would be the talk of the school for a week
But if they last you better believe they will have the greatest adventures and the best stories
What would Gryffindor and slytherin girlfriends be like?
They have a tendency to fight about the silliest of things but the make ups are worth it
They are the type of couple who will do things like go for jogs together.
The Gryffindor will have lazy days though, where she will pout and be like, “Can’t we just stay here and snuggle by the fireplace?”
“No, as cute as you are right now, I did a three minute mile yesterday. I have to beat it.”
“Oh, fine! But I want the most romantic date that has ever romanced when we get back!”
“That sounds fair.
The Slytherin thinks that Valentine’s is a bit silly but she knows the Gryffindor is a hopeless romantic, and even though the Gryffindor will insist that she doesn’t want anything, the Slytherin will go all out for her girlfriend.
Like the Gryffindor will wake up to dozens of roses at the foot of her bed and sweet notes as well as sweet chocolates.
The Gryffindor is a bit more careless like, “All I got you was this heart-shaped box of Honeyduke’s chocolates.”
The Slytherin is like, “Ooo, chocolate, gimme!” and spends the next hour eating her chocolates and convincing a somewhat tearful girlfriend that she didn’t want anything more, “You’re the one who wants those grand romantic gestures, and I’m happy to do them for you. I don’t need them. It’s fine.”
“But still -” the Gryffindor will start but the Slytherin will interrupt her with a kiss. (She does that a lot actually, interrupts the Gryffindor with kisses.)
The Gryffindor will still plan a huge romantic date for the Slytherin sometime later in the week.
And, as much as the Slytherin insists she doesn’t like or want them, the Gryffindor can tell how happy she is to receive it.
The strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee brought a smile to your face as you push past the door. It makes a small tinkering noise indicating that a customer–you in this case–had arrived and you caught a pair of owl-like eyes staring at you as you made your way to the register. A smile on his face as he greeted you, already punching in what you wanted.
“The usual right?” He asked, looking up at you and you nodded, laughing a little as you pulled out your wallet.
“Do I really come here that often?” You hand him your card and he swiped it, handing it over to you again. He chuckled, pulling out a medium cup from the stack beside him and plucked off the pen sitting between his ear.
He began to scribble down something on the cup. “Yeah, you do.”
You laughed again and tapped a finger to your chin, feigning deep thought. “Hmm I wonder what today’s terrible pick up line will be.”
The apples of his cheeks tinged a rosy shade. “H-hey! These are quality!”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his defensiveness as he began to make your cup of coffee.
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t realize how much thought you put into them.” You said, trying hard not to smile to big. He’d think you were teasing him again, which you were but still.
He pouted as he secured the lid and handed it over to you, as he rested his free hand over his heart. “They’re straight from the heart.”
You suddenly feel your breath catch in your throat and face warm as your fingers touched and gazes locked. You’d definitely be lying if you said you didn’t have a small thing for the owl boy barista and maybe it was also the reason why you came so often. Clearing your throat, you regained your composure and pulled Bokuto out of his trance as well.
“Well, I appreciate it. Thanks, Bok–”
He shook his head and smiled. “Call me Koutarou.”
“Al-alright. Thanks Ko-koutarou. I’ll catch you later, yeah?” The name felt foreign in your mouth, yet it gave you a warm feeling. He was actually pushing past formalities and you couldn’t lie to save your life if you said you weren’t even a little excited.
He looked down at the counter, grinning shyly before glancing back up at you.
“Yeah, I’ll see you around, [Name].” He replied, waving as you exited the cafe. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked down at the cup, his messy hand writing scrawled across the styrofoam.
Okay but lowkey doesn’t Draco strike you as the kind of guy to have the most fashionable shoes of the century? And not just a couple of high class expensive pairs that he busted money on. He’s got tons. And no one at school reeeallyy saw them because their robes always went to their feet, and seeing the tips of his shoes probably didn’t cause much attention.
But when he went plain and regular and showing off those different kinds of shoes, people just kinda went daaamn
Think about it, his school trunk was FILLED to the brim with pairs, and of course he had his own shrunken pocket armoire for his designer clothes don’t worry, but a TRUNK packed with shoes. So much so that he probably stored some under his bed as well.
He’s got everything, oxfords, brogues, calves, even sneakers that are ‘In’ in the muggle world. Brands that half of the people in the world would have to sell their house to afford, shit like that, in every colour that’s reasonable. He’s got it all.
So imagine Draco just kind of sitting on the edge of his bed, shining his shoes after a day of use, or on his knees trying to organize them under his bed or in his trunk, or sending an order by owl for another pair and his roommates groaning when the owl and box come im because their room is COVERED in shoes that they’re not even allowed to touch.
Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x reader
Summary: When you just can’t get to sleep, sometimes all you need is fresh air and your favourite moose
A/N: Omg I really like this. I’m pretty proud of it tbh
Getting to sleep was always impossible after a hunt, the adrenaline that had previously kept you alive now settling for keeping you awake all night.
Giving up on trying to fall asleep, you grabbed a thick hoodie and your boots to wear over your pyjamas, making your way quietly through the bunker and out the door.
The cold night air wrapped around you like a soothing embrace, ruffling your hair gently. You climbed onto the hill near the door, lying down on your back in the grass and staring up at the stars. The dew soaking through your clothes didn’t bother you as you let yourself forget all the stress and fear that came hand in hand with hunting.
You didn’t shift your gaze from the stars as a familiar voice called out to you.
“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” you replied sarcastically, smiling softly. You heard Sam chuckle before he lay down in the grass beside you. Momentarily tearing your eyes away from the sky and glancing across at him, you saw that he was in his pyjamas too.
“Nightmares giving you grief again?” you asked, although it was more of a statement. Barely a night went by without the peace and quiet being interrupted by the screams of one of the three of you trying to escape a nightmare.
“I was trying to stay awake to stop them,” he said. “And I heard you leaving and thought I should check up on you.”
You frowned. “You have to sleep, Sam. It’s not good for you.”
“Says you, night owl,” he grinned, nudging your side gently. You chuckled quietly.
“Okay, so I’m a hypocrite. Doesn’t mean I can’t give advice.”
Sam shivered slightly as a cool breeze blew over you. You sat up, shedding your hoodie and holding it out to him.
“(Y/N), that won’t fit me,” he laughed. You grinned sheepishly.
“Yeah it will, it’s yours.”
He raised his eyebrows. “So that’s where it went. Keep it,” he added. “It suits you.”
You smiled softly, putting the hoodie back on and zipping it up to your chin.
“(Y/N) we should go inside. It’s freezing out here,” he said eventually, rolling over to look at you. He smiled slightly at your sleeping form, the relaxed look on your face a look he rarely saw.
Sitting up and stretching, he scooped you up in his arms, being careful not to wake you. He fought the urge to kiss your forehead as you buried your face in the crook of his neck sleepily.
You blinked sleepily as you felt someone pulling your blankets over you, looking up in confusion. The last thing you remembered was lying on the hilltop with-
“Sam,” you mumbled, catching his hand as he turned to go back to his room.
“Yeah?” he asked, still smiling at how cute and vulnerable you looked. It wasn’t a side to you he’d seen before.
“Will you stay?” you asked shyly, still playing with his fingers distractedly. “It might help with the nightmares,” you added. He nodded slightly, kicking his shoes off.
“Budge up,” he smiled, sliding into bed beside you. He tangled his legs with yours, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you protectively. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, his chin resting on the top of your head.
“G'night, Sammy,” you mumbled, your eyes finally drifting shut. He pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head. You only just caught what he whispered before you fell asleep.
“Sleep well, Night Owl.”
Hey! I really love your blog. All the head cannons are so amazing and they make my day all the time! I was wondering, if you have any extra time of course, if you would write head cannons for a gryffindor girl and a ravenclaw boy? If not that’s fine. Thank you for running this amazing blog!!!!!
Thanks Anon #2! So we have multiple requests for a Gryffindor girl x Ravenclaw boy, huh? It would probably go something like this:
Ravenclaw boy keeps moving to seats closer to her every class, she knows what’s going on but it’s taking too long like please hurry up and talk to me
Gryffindor girl cursing the Ravenclaw’s ink to explode so he stays after class to clean it up
She couldn’t help it but now she’s just standing there staring at him in shock at what she just did but too nervous to do anything else
He catches sight of her as the last one in the room and asks her sheepishly to help him clean up, of course he doesn’t need help though he could just use magic but it’s too good to pass up fate has decided it’s time
She comes over and starts talking with him and soon they are talking easily and just sitting on the floor with the mess all cleaned up, but neither move to go to dinner and end up talking for hours on the floor
the Gryffindor girl admits what she did cause she can’t stand the guilt and he just shrugs and smiles, standing up and offering her his hand
She takes it and doesn’t let go, and they head off to try to find some hot chocolate, and maybe another quiet place to keep talking, neither can stop smiling
Cutest couple ever; do everything together and can’t help but talk about the other to their friends all the time
Go to visit the vegetable patch together all the time so they can just talk about everything and debate theories on various things and have some alone time
They don’t really fight all that much, although they do get a little jealous of each other over various feats in classes and things
She pushes him to get out of his shell and he makes a whole bunch of new friends, and he teaches her about the joys the magical world has to offer from everything he’s learned from books and other Ravenclaws
“She could have killed me, you know.” He turned to look her dead in the eyes as he spoke. “It would have been easier for her. I wasn’t planned, I wasn’t wanted. I just sort of happened.”
“My mom’s own mother called her a ‘bad mother’ for letting me live, did you know that?” He leaned back on his hands, a sneer on his face as he looked up and spoke to her. “A ‘bad mother’ because a mother does what’s best for her child and killing me was what was best for me.” He spit the words like venom. “Because what kind of life can a half-breed live. What kind of difference could it make. What kind of mother could she be, disowned like her father promised she would be, if she kept me. The only way a destitute widow can be a good mother is to kill her child. It was mercy.”
That is a MUCH to pleasant cover image for this story, but here we go.
So big warning up front, this fic deals with some heavy stuff. It ends in a big inukag fluff fest, but BEFORE THAT, it deals with some heavy. stuff. So be warned, I really don’t think too many people will like this particular little (haha not little this thing has become a monster) fic, but here it is, 4,000 words + off my proverbial writer’s chest.