pit bother

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: why is felix listed in the enemies of the inquisition section of the world of thedas: volume 2??? felix puts the inquisitor in touch with dorian, tells the inquisitor about the venatori and what they're planning, openly turns against his father and tries to get him to give up his plans and go home, accepts his own death and refuses to focus on it choosing instead to comfort his father, races back to tevinter to talk up and promote the inquisition and is overall a really awesome, compassionate, thoughtful character who wants to change things for the better as much as dorian? enemy of the inquisition? really bioware w t f?

An old lady called me an eyesore =P

It didn’t bother me, since I felt too awesome in this JSK, which is so light and comfy! <3

MMM: Holy Cross Collar Mesh top (without collar) + Table Ornament JSK + Red Jewel Cross pendant, Aatp: headbow + wristcuffs, IW: Rose Bouquet stripe embossed OTKs

Past Me: Haha! You guys and your waifus and husbandos. I’ll never fall into that pit.

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Good lord, how could I let this happen…

anonymous asked:

Hi! Would you write a blurb about the Marauders, reader and friends drinking together during Christmas or a holiday and Sirius acting all cuddly with reader because he's drunk and he gets very touchy feely when he drinks? If not, that's ok :) thank you!

I might have changed this a little bit and it’s possibly the worst thing I’ve written so I deeply apologise in advance and hope you can forgive my sorry ass.


It was Christmas, your favourite holiday of the entire year. It was amazing how easily you just jumped out of your bed even with the thin sheet of ice that covered your windows that made your body shiver and the too early hour that struck on your dorm’s clock.

You had never dressed yourself so fast, not giving a shit before putting the most festive jumper that you had in pure excitement. Euphorically getting all the presents settled at the end of your bed and leaving in a hurry to the Gryffindor dormitory, trying to find your friends in a rush. You ran carefully not to drop anything and entered your best friends’ room as if you had just won the lottery, and the prize was in their room.

“HAPPY CHRISTMAS!” You shouted in delight, finding your four favourite boys messily waking up and smiling at your joy. You sat in the exact middle of their room and settled all your presents in front of you, waiting for your friends to sit next to you with their own gifts so you could open them all together. The boys got excited at the realisation that it was truly Christmas now they were a little more awake and let themselves be as euphoric as you were, whose happiness just happened to be contagious.

“Happy Christmas, sweet.” Mumbled Sirius as he sat next to you with his gifts and pecked your cheek softly, making you slightly blush. And soon, they were all around you, ready to destroy all the packages and colourful sprinkled papers to kill the curiosity that was bothering the pit of their stomaches. The freezing snowstorm outside contrasting with the comfortable warmth inside that dorm.

After letters, gifts, laughs, hugs and thank you’s had been shared between you, you left for the great hall, where breakfast was being served. While you ate, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and yourself discussed what you could possibly do during the holidays you were about the spend inside the thick walls of Hogwarts.

“Well, there’s a least what, 50 students who are staying for the holidays. We could throw a Christmas party in the Gryffindor common room.” Said James, while he put an interesting great amount of chips in his mouth.

“What about the room of requirement? I think it’s safer, after all, we don’t want those bloody Slytherins in our dearest common room, now do we?” Suggested Sirius, who was expecting to get completely wasted as an attempt to forget about the fact he was completely in love with his best friend and had no chance with her, and therefore, didn’t want to be bothered with anything or anyone.

Everyone seemed agree and quickly each one was designated with a different part in the set up of Christmas party and you were all parted to make sure it would be somewhat memorable.

After all the set ups and cautious invitations, everything was completely ready and people were already showing up. Satisfied with your work, you plopped down one of the comfy chairs next to the windows, away from the noise that kept getting louder as more people arrived and you sighed.

You pulled your knees to your chest and felt disappointed in yourself for not feeling utterly ecstatic in that moment. You loved Christmas, you were in a party with your friends spending the holidays in one your favourite places. But the emptiness carved in your chest seemed to tell you otherwise, what was possibly missing? Sure, you missed your family but that was not it.

And then you saw him, and it made sense, you understood.

A bottle of some alcoholic cherry beverage loosely hanged by his fingertips, swollen lips and one of his famous tipsy smirks plastered on his face. His hair was not neatly combed and short as it used to when he was little, it was sort of messy and a bit long, almost hitting his shoulders, but he still looked just as ravishing as he did the first time you’d met. Having feelings for your best friend surely did hurt, but not as much as it did when a few seconds after he left the cornered hidden spot, a beautiful Ravenclaw girl suspiciously followed his lead and walked out, rubbing her also swollen red lips and adjusting her skirt. It’s not as if you ever thought you had any chances with him, he would never settle down - especially with you - but it still hurt, you still effortlessly daydreamed of a maybe, even if it didn’t exist.

And surely the sound of shattering was from your own heart and not from the bottle of beer who fell from a Slytherin boy’s shaky hands to the floor, breaking into a thousand billion pieces. And surely, if it wasn’t for Sirius himself coming to sit next to you, drunk out of his mind, you would have gone back to your dorm, devastated.

You tightened your knees to your chest as he sat way too close to you. “Having fun, love?” He giggled, putting his arm around you and pulling you closer to him. You were trying really hard not to spill out all your feelings since you too, had a certain amount of alcohol in your system. However, the feeling of his arms around you and the scent of his cologne were not helping you at all, so you only nodded. Afraid if you opened your mouth, everything would just slip.

“You sure about that, starlight? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” He questioned as he played with your fingertips as if they were magic.

“I’m okay, now what about you, are you having fun?” You asked trying to changed the subject, but it didn’t work very well. “Eh-, it’s rubbish. But it’s getting better now that you’re here.” He said, not a hint of joke in his lips.

‘That flustered girl over there disagrees.’ You thought, taking the bottle from his hands and taking a sip yourself as he watched you. But he seemed to have heard your thoughts because he tightened his grip around you. “Could you please stop being all touchy, you’re not making things easier.” You mumbled more to yourself, saying it so quietly you were surprised he actually heard.

“Making what easier, sweetheart?” He questioned genuinely, but you only shook your head and muttered a ‘never mind’ that almost didn’t reach his ears. “C'mon, doll. You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” Insisted Sirius.

But you insisted in shaking you head and trying to distance yourself from his touch, however, you were failing miserably. The closure only got bigger and soon you were so curled up in his chest that you found it hard to breathe. It wasn’t uncomfortable - not at all, that was in fact perhaps one of your favourite places to be in the entire Earth, but your feelings were at the edge of your limits and you were scared if he said anything or even moved you’d spill.

“M'sweet girl.” He praised pecking your cheek with soft lips. “What’s bothering that pretty heart of yours, huh?”

“You.” You mumbled, “You are.” You said, closing your eyes to any reaction that he could possibly get, you were spilling on him like coffee on clean white sheets, spreading and inking the light fabric. You didn’t see Sirius’ eyes sobering up, and you didn’t see him growing in pure contentment as you spoke. “I might have been in love with you since the fourth year and each day, each girl, each pet name, each touch - make it harder for me to just move the fuck on.” You let it out. “I love you but you have no eyes for me.” You mumbled to his chest. The lack of response made the desire to disappear burn like gasoline.

“M'sorry, I should go.” You muttered trying to untangle yourself off his grip, but his arms only tightened around you. When you turned your head to plead for him to just let you go as embarrassed tears sprinkled freely down your cheeks, soft warm lips were soon lightly on the top of yours as if you were made of thin porcelain. Your frame glued to his as Sirius pulled you closely to his body, as if he didn’t held you tight you would just vanish from his arms. The euphoric feeling of his lips on yours intoxicating you, making you think that if he pulled away even for a brief second, you’d melt in agony. But the damned lack of oxygen made it necessary for your lips to part.

“I’ve loved you since third year, my eyes have been on you since I was bloody thirteen, Y/N. You’re not going anywhere away from me, love.” He spilled giggling, pecking the edge of a timid smile that was starting to form in your lips. Wasting no time in pulling you back to his chest and peppering you with more kisses as the boys celebrated what they had just seen from afar, having no doubts that Christmas would be memorable.

Today's Episode of Vikings:
  • Gisla: Wow, shieldmaidens! And Lagertha is the bravest? I wanna meet her! *hearteyes*
  • Fandom: BITCH SHE GON KILL YO UGLY ASS BETTER STAY AWAY SHE WILL SLIT YO UGLY ASS FRENCH THROAT, DIE BITCH YOU AIN'T GOT NOTHIN' ON LAGERTHA YOU'RE NOT FIT TO EVEN WASH HER UNDERWEAR STAY TF AWAY BITC
Slippery Slope

A/N: Longish one-shot. Mostly fluff. 

Rating: Tame

Warning: Unbeta’d; read at your own risk. 

I’m still learning this whole tumblr thing, so thanks to all the people that liked or reblogged my previous story. Thanks!!! 


Clarke has faced grounders and mountain men, has survived man- eating gorillas and biological warfare. All she’s been through makes her current situation even more ridiculous. Her situation that of being slung over Bellamy’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  She’s never been one for playing the damsel in distress, and her current position of staring at Bellamy’s ass is humiliating to say the least. Not that the view isn’t great.

She feels a light smack on her own behind. “Loosen up, princess,” Bellamy says, his voice filled with glee.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Clarke grumbles.

“Yeah, huffing it through the woods while carrying an injured woman on a hot summer day is what I call fun.”

“I told you I can walk,” she tries to shimmy but Bellamy holds tightly to her thighs.

“And I told you that you’d only slow us down.”

“As if we’re making much progress like this.”

“Doubting my stamina?”

She rolls her eyes as she curses the muddy hill she had slipped down. She had twisted her ankle and although it wasn’t life threatening her injury turned a one-day hike into at least one overnight stay in the wilderness. She and Bellamy are in a goodwill mission of sorts, visiting nearby villages to strengthen their alliance by getting to know the grounder people, their customs, and sharing what knowledge they can.  She hopes the grounder village they are visiting wont take offense at their late arrival.

How the hell had she survived this long when a little mud had put her out of commission? To be fair, Bellamy’s overprotective nature hadn’t allowed her much choice. He had taken her into his arms at her first wince of pain when she had tried to step on her wounded ankle. She had squirmed and tried to get down, hence the slung over his shoulder part.

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Preference #205 Illegal

Liam- Liam was staring wonderingly at the ceiling, scratching his beard, “you’re asking me what the baddest thing I’ve done was?” you nodded and looked at his pensive face. “Um, once - when I was six - there was this one store, and they had some wicked golden sneakers with light underneath, so like, I took my shoes off and walked out with them and somehow I never got caught.” Liam was smiling thinking about the moment. “I still have em in my closet.” the next time he brought you to his house he showed you the golden shoes, all worn out.

Zayn- “Zayn?” you looked outside the car window staring at a huge graffiti mural oddly familiar. “Yeah?” “Did you spray paint that wall?” Zayn looked out the window and showed half a smile. “You did! Oh my God! That’s illegal!” Zayn kept smiling and looking at his artwork. “Me and my friends did that a while ago. That same night we snuck in this old home and chilled.” you knew what he meant by ‘chilled’ and although you were sort of turned on by his bad boy side you couldn’t help but point out everything problematic. “So in one night you, ruined property - it’s really nice to be honest - trespassed, and used illegal substances.” Zayn nodded, “I’ll tone it down for you next time.” nonetheless he looked proud of his work.

Niall- Usually you would always try and purchase physical copies of albums and records but there were so many you wanted to listen to it just wasn’t possible so you figured out a way to download the music illegally. “Babe? Why are you smiling like ya did something bad?” he hovered over your computer and saw the albums being downloaded on your iTunes. “Y/N! That’s bad!” you giggled, “Not everyone is rich Horan.” he shook his head but was grateful to finally hear some new music.

Louis- No matter how many times you shouted that you were running late, Louis procrastinated his routine which led you to be on the road, speeding. “We’re definitely getting a ticket.” you kept looking in the rear view mirrors to see red and blue flashing lights. “Relax, we’ll be fine. The tommo doesn’t get tickets.” well sure enough, the ride ended and you made it without a ticket. When you came out from the movie premiere you walked across the front of the car and noticed a pink slip on the windshield. You gave the ticket to Louis, it read: Illegal extended parking. “I thought the Tommo didn’t get tickets.” you pat his shoulder, “Fuck.” he said slipping the paper in his back pocket.

Harry- Harry showed up just in time for The 1975 concert thinking he could get in since he was friends with Matty. “Sorry, sir. You’re name isn’t on the list.” Harry was surprised but got out of the way. “He probably just forgot. C’mon we can still get the cheap seats.” you reassured him but he wouldn’t give it up. “No, let me try something. Play it cool okay?” you nodded and followed him in the line.The guards were letting groups of people get in the venue and Harry and you managed to sneak in one group. When it was time to check for tickets Harry pretended to look in his pockets and holding your hand he darted through the crowd and in the pit. Security didn’t even bother running after the two of you because of the mess. Harry was hysterically laughing, “That was such a rush!”