pass note

anonymous asked:

Can I get Shino seeing his short s/o wearing one of his tshirts please?

This was little harder for me to contemplate. I hope I kept Shino in character for you. Thank you for the request. Let me know if you liked it or not.

Shino reacting to the Reader in one of his shirts

Shino was having a pretty moderate day as he was heading back home after a day of teaching at the academy. Kids could be so strenuous and loud, but they were usually respective of his presence. It was when they were unsupervised that he caught them doing things they were not supposed to. His insects took care of that for the most part, sharing intel on what the kids did when he wasn’t in the classroom. He knew who cheated, who tried to show off, who passed notes, and who liked who in class.

It was slightly amusing in a way as he watched this newer generation rise before his eyes. He was sure there was some promise to them but some were extremely annoying. Shaking away his thoughts of work, he entered into his home and expectantly looked for you.

When Shino found you, he halted in the doorway of your shared bedroom. His eyes had dilated slightly behind his glasses upon seeing you as you were only clad in what appeared to be one of his shirts.  His shirt hung from your body as it was two sizes to big for you and covered you to the bottom of your butt. Shino could even spy the glimpse of your undies depending on if you bent over or moved quickly in a certain way.

You were doing laundry and seemed unaware of Shino’s presence as you hummed along doing your chores. You reached over the bed grabbing your clean pants that came out of the dryer to fold when you felt Shino reach over you.

You gasped in surprise. “Oh Shino! I didn’t hear you come in,” you stated.

“Perhaps it was because you were distracted with the laundry,” Shino rationalized, his tone smooth.

You laugh shyly. “Hm, not quite. I was actually thinking of something else,” you spoke coyly, turning to face Shino, the bed behind you.

“Oh? Care to share” Shino spoke calmly, his tone not giving anything away.

“Hm… I could, but I don’t know if should,” you teased as you ran your bare leg up the side of Shino’s pants.

“Perhaps your thoughts have something to do with this,” Shino responded, coolly as he fingered his shirt that you were wearing.

You smiled innocently up at him. “What… no… I was just out of clean clothes that’s why I was doing laundry,” you bashfully remarked, feigning innocence as you eyed Shino.

Your leg was still rubbing up his leg as you were leaning back against the bed. True be told, your thoughts weren’t so innocent as you were making them out to be. Shino was standing over you, seemingly indifferent as his eyes drew in all of you.

“Likely story.”

Suddenly, Shino’s mouth had encased yours as you two shared a heated kiss. His hands were at your waist while he pushed you down on to the bed, scattering the once folded laundry onto the floor. You were quick to run your hands up his shoulders, to his hair and removing the spectacles that obstructed the view of his eyes you so desperately loved.

Once his glasses were off, Shino broke the kiss looking down at you and you could see the smoldering look he had in his eyes for you. Shino quickly shrugged off his jacket that had covered part of his face earlier and was a nuisance to when you two were kissing. His lips soon found yours again as his hands trailed up your bare legs, bring a shiver down your spine.

His grip was firm as one planted itself onto your side under his shirt while his other settled on hooking your leg to his hip. You could feel his excitement in his pants and you pulled Shino in closer, wanting more contact with him. It was everything you had been thinking about minutes before he arrived as the two of you spent the rest of the evening getting lost in each other.

1. I know letting go may feel like hitting pavement but sometimes staying is like getting hit by a train you’ve seen coming for miles.
2. There are symphonies that are screaming it is going to get better. Listen to the music.
3. The most fight you’ll ever feel is from inside your heart.
4. Nostalgia is only good for telling you bedtime stories. Don’t let it tuck you in at night, don’t let it keep you warm.
5. Keep the moments that you wish could live on for a gazillion years close to your heart, never let them burn out.
6. You’ll find someone that’s not them. You’ll love again and it’ll be pure and significant in its own way.
7. They remember it all. They’ll see how much you impacted their lives much later.
8. You may hate high school, but it’s when it’s almost over that you get flashes of when you were young and passed notes with your first love in art class and had talks with teachers that really mattered and you’ll want it to slow down. Take it in, there’s good in everything.
9. Sometimes the one that was your perfect match will be the one to watch you burn.
10. What’s meant to be yours will always find its way home.
11. It’s okay to change without them. Remember that you are the main character of your story.
12. Music cures it all.
13. Telling the story of how I fell in love with you still warms me from the inside out. Teach me how to let go of you.
14. Falling out of love makes you feel like you’ll never want to do it again, but the feeling of your heart dropping when he tells you he’s wanted you all these years is worth the stab at the end.
15. You jump off the cliff hoping there won’t be daggers at the bottom, and when you’re young you think you know how much it’ll hurt. When it comes, you’ll realize you had no clue.
16. My biggest fear was not being with you. I’m becoming someone without you, and it doesn’t feel right.
17. The nicer you are, the more beautiful you become.
18. One day you’ll meet again, and it’ll be just as scary and beautiful as the first time.
19. You’ll find your person. You may not recognize them at first because they’re not as shiny as they are in the movies, but you’ll know by the calm they bring.
20. Thank God for him.
21. The boy who runs in my dreams isn’t as dishonest. He holds my hand whenever I need to feel less alone and I sit around his kitchen table and talk to his mother about poetry. She goes on to say something about how statistically people are more afraid of love than anything else and the things I don’t say- tell her all there is to know about me. That I’m afraid beyond measure of what love can do to a person. Because I spent the last two years loving someone who didn’t know anything other than tearing apart the sole purpose of my existence. The boy who runs beside me in my dreams convinces me that love isn’t always teeth and bite marks. In my dreams, my scars aren’t there because I never tasted a bitter love before. The boy in my dreams loves me enough to let me meet his mother and destroys the idea that love is what I came here to die for.
22. Maybe love stays, maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.
23. I glance off in another direction, but I always glance back at you.
24. Things that are sweet like this attract the worst kind of hungry.
25. I don’t think you’ll ever realize you changed everything for me.
26. I found faith that summer. The lips told stories I fell asleep to, the hands promised to hold on. But bliss is temporary when you pull your hands away from your eyes, and summer only lasts 3 months.
27. Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.
—  27 Things to take into 2017, roseyheartbeats 

So we can take the world back from a heart attack
One maniac at a time we will take it back (x)

jughead and betty questioning dilton:
  • dilton: hey... i don't think you're literally allowed keep me here and interrogate me or anything...
  • betty: dont worry - we have permission.
  • jughead: here. *passes him a note*
  • dilton: ....
  • dilton: this is just a scrap of paper that says 'we do what we want' ...

ok but concept: AU where kravitz acts as a mailman sometimes and passes notes between magnus and julia 

plot twist: they all fall for each other 

i’d like to thank not only god but also @prinxe for this ship that was truly a team effort between the two of us


Watch: President Obama just gave a speech in which he achieved extremely high levels of Dad and roasted the heck out of his daughters

National treasure and humiliating father Barack Obama made history when he used a speech at a high school to mock the texting habits of his daughters and general teens before moving on to his smooth, pre-text, note-passing skills when he was in high school.

Gifs: TIME


  • Pureblood: HA! I have invented this device that will hold a focused light better than a candle without having to use Lumos all the time!
  • Muggleborn: Flashlight
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  • Pureblood: See I can send a quick note across class without an Owl
  • Halfblood: *pulls out cell, and pushes a few buttons*
  • Muggleborn: *takes out cell and looks up* Cell Phones
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  • Pureblood: Lets go for a country ride
  • Halfblood: Sure
  • Pureblood: Good, I'll get the carriage set up should take only 10 minutes
  • Muggleborn: *drives up* Car is ready
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  • Pureblood: *pokes head through the floo* Hey guys!
  • Muggleborn: *sits back revealing computer screen* Hey, I was just going to add you to the Skype conversation.
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  • Pureblood: Hey i just found out this cool spell that plays music!
  • Halfblood: Ipod
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  • Pureblood: My mom has this clock that tells her where we are
  • Muggleborn: GPS Phone Tracker
Who Cares? (M)

Genre: Smut, fwb!Jimin, university!Jimin, fluff
Word count: 2773
Description: You wouldn’t change what you have with Jimin for anything, the only problem is putting it in words.
Author’s note: It’s been a while since I posted anything, but I read some really nice comments and messages yesterday and finally got inspired to finish something. Like always, I’m not sure if I managed to convey the feelings I had while writing, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.

!Edited, because I wasn’t content with the original version. ><

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Alex throwing stupid romantic puns at Maggie and Maggie falling crazy for her


It starts in bio lecture.

Because bio is amazing, bio is incredible, bio is everything.

But this lecture? This lecture is too damn boring, this lecture is too damn easy, and the girl sitting in the row in front of and slightly below her is chewing her pen and doodling different kinds of neurons in her notebook, and there’s a leather jacket slung over the back of her chair and she is fine.

And, if the state of her notes – and her doodles – is any indication, she isn’t bored because she doesn’t care about enzymes. She’s bored, it seems, for the same reason Alex is – because this shit is too easy.

So Alex does something she’s never done in her life: she passes a note in class.

Hey – sorry to bother, but you look about as bored as I am. Bio’s great – I can tell you think so too, your dendrites are awesome – but this stuff is too easy. Wanna keep each other occupied? What’s your name?

She rips the page full out of her notebook and tosses it down onto the girl’s desk. The girl stiffens, hard. Stiffens like this isn’t her first time getting passed a note in class, and like it hasn’t been a pleasant experience in the past. She glances up to see where it came from, and her eyes – god, her eyes, her eyes are gorgeous – change somewhat when she meets Alex’s gaze. She’s still wary, but now, maybe something else, too. Maybe something hopeful?

She opens the note skeptically, slowly. And she huffs out a smirk as she reads it.

Alex grins down at her and her heart races as the girl scrawls something back.

Her fingers brush Alex’s as she reaches back with the paper without turning around, note in her hand, and Alex gulps because she swears electricity passes between them. She wonders if the girl felt it, too, and her normally steady hands tremble uncharacteristically as she reopens the note. She grins as she reads.

Thank god, someone who knows a neuron when they see one. Name’s Sawyer. Maggie Sawyer. Yours?

Alex doesn’t hesitate.

Maggie’s a beautiful name. Definitely suits you. You know I could write it on my calculator. And mine’s Danvers. Alex Danvers.

Maggie full out chuckles this time, and Alex blushes as Maggie writes.

Their fingers brush again when Maggie passes the piece of paper back, and Alex could swear she did it on purpose.

You this smooth with all the girls, Danvers?

Only the ones who’re made of as much copper and tellurium as you are.

Maggie laughs out loud this time as she turns around and flashes Alex with a dimpled smile. Alex’s heart stops, and she doesn’t care that the kids sitting near them start to glare.

CuTe, Danvers. Very CuTe.

Alex blushes, and Alex squirms in her seat, and Alex knows she’s a goner, because Maggie got the joke, got the line, perfectly, perfectly, perfectly.

She holds the door for her as they leave the lecture together forty-three minutes later, by unspoken agreement, and they realize – as they talk through their schedules for the term that started just yesterday – that they’re in the same lab, too.

They’re dating within a couple of weeks – because Alex passed her a note in lecture (their rapidly-developing tradition) that asked if Maggie was her appendix, because she really wanted to take her out – but that doesn’t mean that Alex stops with the lines.

“Maggie, how many protons do you have?”

“Probably several billion, Danvers,” Maggie answers without looking up at Alex, her head buried in her physics text book during one of their library dates.

“No, I think you only have eleven.”

Maggie furrows her brow and tilts her head and looks up slowly and groans with a growing smile. “Oh no, Alex.”

“Because you’re sodium fine.”

“Jesus Christ, woman, you have no nerd limits,” Maggie says, but what she means is you’re adorable.

Sawyer, is it getting hot in here? Alex scrawls during bio lecture, and Maggie looks askance at Alex’s sweatshirt and knows that she most certainly is not warm. She smirks and she writes a question mark and she waits for Alex’s next move.

Must be our bond forming, Alex writes, and Maggie snorts.

Nerd, she writes, but what she means is I love that you care about making me laugh, I love that you care about complimenting me.

“If I were an enzyme, I’d be DNA helicase,” Alex murmurs in her ear when they finally have Maggie’s dorm room to themselves, and Maggie laughs breathily as she pulls Alex by the belt loops toward the bed.

“Wanna unzip my genes, Danvers?” she asks, but her heart is racing with more than just adrenaline, with more than just lust, because Alex is laughing and Alex is touching her gently, gently, gently, and Alex is putting her hand under Maggie’s head as Maggie lays down, and Alex is the biggest nerd she’s ever met, but she’s her nerd, and Maggie wouldn’t have it any other way.

anonymous asked:

Lance is that Ravenclaw that only applies himself to the things he's interested in and the professors get so pissed at that then he gets all O's on his O.W.Ls and they are all just ???? He ends up creating spells and potions for the dumbest shit but it's also really useful? Like that spell he made that makes the paper turn into sparky blue dust when touched by a teacher that he made so he could pass notes ends up being used by the ministry with top secret info. 1/?

2/? One of his fellow classmates has dysphoria? He dicks around with a potion that gets rid of it and it ends up being a widely sold product. Basically if something interests him he can do it. If he doesn’t care he doesn’t do it. He’s not fond of history of magic cuz it’s boring as fuck? He charms a quil that takes accurate notes on everything the teacher says and focuses on something more interesting. He makes visual effects that can’t be seen by anyone over the age of 18 for everyone else

3/? He has to hold back snickers as sparks fly around Snape. He loves care of magical creatures and is super good with them. He never becomes a prefect but all the younger Ravenclaws come to him for help and advice because he’s super good with younger kids and he loves helping them figure stuff out. He’s almost always getting in trouble alongside Pidge(Ravenclaw and Slytherin friendships are both the best and the worse because they are both so cunning) for doing stuff like sneaking into the 

4/? Forbidden Forest to interact with some of the creatures or going into the restricted section of the library because they both wanna see what’s in it. A lot of times Lance managed to worm them out of detention with a promise to never do it again and a wink to Pidge saying we totally will. He’s an amazing Quiditch player and is a Seeker for the Ravenclaw team and sees the Seeker from Gryffindor(Keith) as his rival because he is seen as the best broom rider because of his control of the broom.

5/5 While Keith makes crazy yet controlled dives for the snitch based off instinct, Lance is more of an observe the whole field and find an easy yet cool way to get the Snitch kind of player. He has about 20 different plans on getting for different scenarios such as where the quaffle is, where the beaters and bludgers are, how his team is doing and what the other Seeker is doing. Also a random thought but I think his wand would have a unicorn tail hair core and probably made out of willow ??

This. This is just perfect, you have 100% convinced me, Lance is totally Ravenclaw. This needs to be a fanfiction omg

Written for one.


No one prepares us for this in school. We study and pass tests and pass notes and pass for normal, but no one tells us what to do with the hurt. Some of us are just wired to feel it more acutely. So I was given the gift of drugs and alcohol. They were my angel and made everything quit hurting.

I wish I had exciting stories to curdle your blood and terrify you into sobriety. I wish I could spare you having to find it for yourself. But I can’t.

I only know that my world shut down so fully that it turned into Getting Loaded and Everything I Have to Deal With So I can Get Loaded.

I felt nothing. Nothing for my child. Nothing for my husband. My career. It was all just crap between me and being as high as I wanted to be. It didn’t work any more.

That is hell. The utter absence of anything other than something you know will kill you and you can’t even manage to care about dying. There was no light because I had closed my eyes.

You don’t have to. There is help and relief and joy. I found mine in the rooms of recovery. That’s all I can say. No intervention or shame or fear will make you go. You need to want it.

But if you do… it’s there and it works. You can find your light as long as there is breath in your body, no matter how many times you have tried. You are loved.