pitch's house

anonymous asked:

Trina (for reasons no one knows) was having a bad day, and wasn't answering any texts. Mendel obviously gets worried, so he bikes over to her house or something like that and knocks on the door but no one answers. He finds that the doors unlocked and walks in to see the house pitch black and Trina sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen just eating Nutella straight out of the jar in the dark.

ME OH MY GOD

Houses - Friendship

Ravenclaw and Ravenclaw

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff

Ravenclaw and Slytherin

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff

Gryffindor and Gryffindor

Gryffindor and Slytherin

Slytherin and Slytherin

Slytherin and Hufflepuff

Hufflepuff and Hufflepuff

I still can’t believe he’s wearing jeans. […] I mean… they do look like really expensive jeans. Dark. And snug from his waist to his ankles without looking tight.
—  Simon “I’m-Not-Checking-Out-My-Jean-Wearing-Enemy” Snow
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You’re at your best friend Nicole’s house, choreographing a hiphop routine when your mother calls you to come home, so you finish the dance and Nicole drops you off at home in her infiniti SUV and you walk in to you pitch black house and you see your mothers backlit shadow in the corner of the kitchen and takes you to the family computer and instead of going “lets talk about it” she opens up every gay porn website and you go “eww that’s disgusting”, but really you’re going “Yep tuesday, wednesday, thursday, I didn’t do anything and friday”. Then, your father in his tighty wities comes down and goes “if it’s yours, just tell us” but wait, there’s more, they found a weird fax, like a document, that nobody recognised and you say “Well obviously someone hacked into our computer” and they believed you 

carry on + hogwarts houses

SIMON - hufflepuff through and through. he’s loyal to penny and baz. he’s caring and kind. and he’s hardworking. this boy loves scones more than anything or anyone except baz and penny. his heart is so big and true.

BAZ - gryffindor. we can all agree that baz is bold. and nerve? baz has all kinds of nerve. he is proud, though perhaps a bit cocky, but does not shy away from anything. his endurance is to be admired, though perhaps he’s a little brash

PENNY - ravenclaw. yes penny is brave, but her defining characteristic is her creativity and wisdom. she’s sure as hell creative and intelligent. she’s adaptive and has a solution to everything on the dime.

AGATHA - hufflepuff. fair play and honesty are core elements of agatha’s character. she’s much stronger than she may look and truly values loyalty, friendship, and kindness. she is just and true exactly like a hufflepuff.

FIONA - gryffindor. oooh. doesn’t she just ooze confidence and courage. she may also have the character arrogance that many associate with gryffindor. she’s determined to all ends.

THE MAGE - slytherin. this man is pure ambition. he knows what he wants and he knows how he’s going to get it. he’s cunning and clever and prideful in his objectives. he embodies the “do what it necessary” motto wholeheartedly

I never meant to make you cry.

Originally posted by lance91leroy

This is a blurb inspired by this post by @secret-rendezvous1d, thank you so much or letting my write this! 

A blurb about a dinner where you flip out at Anne and are left to deal with the consequences. 

You had never been someone to yell at others or start pointless arguments, you could let most things go easily and move on, you knew this and everyone at your house sitting at the table celebrating Harrys tour selling out in Europe knew this too. You were all sitting around the table, yourself and Harry, Gemma and her partner and Anne and the conversation had shifted to grandchildren, you inwardly groaned and tried to avoid the conversation allowing Gemma to talk about their plans to have a few kids now they were married. Your eyes avoided that of those at the table, busying yourself with trying to clean some of the plates at the table, your heart sunk when Anne had said your name and asked you when you were going to give her grandchildren. You looked up and smiled slightly as she started talking about what your children would look like, if they would have Harrys eyes or yours, wether they would be tall like him or short like you. She had looked over to you and asked if you had thought about it and said if you hadn’t you should, “ you wont be able to have children forever my dear” she had said before launching back into various details about your hypothetical children lives, their appearances, their features and accents, things you had thought about continuously, things you and Harry had spoken about as you waited for pregnancy tests and being disappointed when they were negative. You hadn’t meant to scream at her to shut up, you hadn’t meant to slam down the bowl of peas you were holding or to yell at her to mind her own business and that you knew you wouldn’t be young forever and you knew she’d love to have grandchildren because she told you all the time. You hadn’t mean to slam the door to your bedroom so hard you could hear the photo frames on the walls rattle or sit against the door and sob into your arms. Truth be told you and Harry had been trying for the better half of a year to give Anne a grandchild, to have a baby that looked like you and Harry to love and care for, you’d spent the year trying for a baby unsuccessfully in and out of fancy specialists, getting blood drawn, crying over pregnancy tests, seeing fertility doctors and all they could tell you that you were physically fine, and yet a year on and you and Harry had nothing to show for. You had decided not to tell anyone you were trying for a baby, you didn’t want the added pressure onto of what you were putting on yourself, you had been more strict on keeping it a secret after two phantom pregnancies and a miscarriage at the beginning of the year that broke you so much you didn’t known if you could continue to try. So you knew you were out of line for yelling at Anne especially when you could hear her crying downstairs as Harry comforted her, he would be furious at you for the way you spoke to Anne. Despite being married for almost 4 years you’d never seen Harry be more protective over anyone as much as his mother, he never let anyone mistreat her or speak to her rudely, especially when it was his wife, but you wanted nothing more than to have a baby that you just lost it because you couldn’t stand hearing all those things out loud, couldn’t stand the questions of when you were having a baby, because you were trying so damn hard.

You had stayed in your room or the rest of the night, you couldn’t face anyone yet especially not Anne and Harry, despite knowing everyone was staying overnight to wait to hear if the US tour had sold too and that you would see them in the morning right not you just couldn’t do it. You had heard everyone head off to bed as you stayed in the same place in the corner of your room the whole time, next to a box of things you’d both brought for your future child, you had been stupid you thought to buy toys for a child who hadn’t existed yet and despite the sobs that rippled through your body as you held them hope was still present in your heart for a child of your own.  The door had opened letting light into the dark room that was only lit by a small lamp next to your bed, you knew it was Harry by the heavy footsteps that had come up the stairs and especially when he had slammed the door causing you to jump slightly.
“ Yeh owe my mother an apology” he spoke standing at the end of your bed a few meters from you even in the poorly lit bedroom you could see he was angry you didn’t speak to him just nodded scared for the fight that was inevitable at this point.
“Got nothing to say now huh? After you screamed at my mother to shut up and to mind her own business” Harry hardly ever yelled at you but the tone of his voice was filled with enough venom that you could feel the tears welling up again. 
“ What was I suppose to say Harry! Tell her I have been trying to give her grandchildren, that-that I’m filling my body with hormones and getting poked and jabbed at the doctors, that having sex with you is almost a daily chore and that I can hardly look at you with children because it hurts so much and that everyday I loose hope to ever having a baby with you and it hurts so much that having someone tell me that I wont be able to have children forever is enough to make me scream”  you were standing now and couldn’t help the tears that poured down your face or the fact you were shaking almost uncontrollably.
“ You were suppose to tell her that we were trying, not have so little respect for the woman who raised me and ruin everyones night by being a fucking brat” You were sure the hole house could hear your yelling now, you were practically screaming over each other at this point.
“ You will be lucky if she speaks to you again, what happened out there wasn’t right! You weren’t my wife there, you were unfair and harsh to her cruel even! My mother is a strong woman and it takes a lot to make her cry and you did” His words felt like a punch to the gut, you had always looked up to Anne as a strong woman and you felt terrible for what you had done to the woman who had taken you in with open arms, who had held you as you broke when your own mother had died and always kept you sane when Harry was on tour on the other side of the world and now you’d gone and treated her so terribly.
“ I cant even look at you, get out” he spoke walking towards the door before opening it and throwing a pillow and a blanket from the bed to the hallway, you felt like an animal who’d been sent outside after being naughty.
“ Harry please” you cried walking towards him grabbing his hand only for him to yank it away from yours almost in what looks like disgust.
“ I said get out!”

You had stood in the hallway your bedroom door locked closed you were trying to hold your cries in but your sobbing was probably loud enough now that there was no way anyone in the house could not hear you. You had grabbed your blanket and pillow and headed to the lounge room, your cries not slowing at all as you walked through the pitch black house, you couldn’t even work up the energy to place the bedding onto the couch and instead you curled up into a ball on the soft material on the floor and let out the cries you’d been holding in. You weren’t sure how long you had laid there with your eyes closed shut before a light above you was turned on and Annes all too familiar perfume filled the air as she sat next to you on the floor.
“ Come here my darling, it’s okay” her arms brought you into her chest where you wrapped your arms around her like a small child crying as she patted your hair shushing you.
“ I-I’m s-sorry Anne, I was so rude” you could hardly get words out you were so hysterical.
“ I know your sorry my dear, If id known I would’ve never pushed you like that” You didn’t understand how she could be so lovely to you despite you reaction to her earlier.
“ I never meant to make you cry”  You laid there for a while in silence, your sobs and cries becoming less frequent while she continued to rub your back in a soothing motion.
“ Harrys hates me” you spoke quietly a while later you had sat up on the couch now the two of you still sitting close together.
“ I know my son love, he’s upset and angry, but he could never hate you” Something about her words reassured you a bit, but you knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

You and Anne had spoken for about an hour after that you apologised a dozen of times and she assured you continuously she forgave you. You walked silently back to your room and opened the door to see Harry laying facing away from you on his phone the light illuminating the otherwise dark room. You didn’t know what to say to him, you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and for him to hold you and kiss your head goodnight, but you weren’t stupid enough to realise it wasn’t that easy. Your head reeled with thoughts that you’d go near him and he’d tell you to get out, that he hated you and that he didn’t love you, and although you knew they were in your head, it didn’t stop the fear from creeping up, You pulled your clothes off replacing it with one of his shirts from the floor and placed the pillow he’d thrown out for you on the bed softy not wanting to disturb your husband too much.
“ I said I didn’t want to see you” his words weren’t laced with anger this time but he still stayed facing away from you as you pulled back the blankets and slipped in facing your back to his.
“ Do you still love me?” your words were softer than you thought they’d come out, your voice had cracked at the end and you were almost scared to hear his answer. He turned around in the bed to face your back you couldn’t see him but his brows were furrowed at why you would ask such a question.
“ I will always love you, you drive me crazy y/n, and sometimes you make so mad that I say harsh things but I love you” his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you in close and he placed a kiss on your head.
“ I hope our babies are like your mum, strong and forgiving” You wrapped your hands in his kissing his knuckles softy, you would never have thought that night would result to anything good, but in a few months time you laid in that same position and said the same sentence this time 5 months pregnant.


This is one of my favourite pieces Ive written so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Please reblog if you liked it, it helps my little blog out a lot. Feel free to request things it makes me super happy! x ohsweetkiwi 

Sleeping in the same room
  • Gryffindor : it's funny.
  • Slytherin : the fact that you are still speaking at 2 a.m. after I told you to shut up, like, five times ?
  • Gryffindor : no, I meant...
  • Slytherin : shut up. I need sleep.
  • Gryffindor :
  • Hufflepuff : (from under the bed) what's funny ?
  • Slytherin & gryffindor : *high-pitched screaming*
well, the situation's this,

i do not wish, to offend, i was at my best friend nicole’s house, choreographing a hiphop routine when my mother calls me to come home, so i finish the dance routine and nicole drops me off at home in her infiniti SUV and i walk into my pitch black house and i see my mothers backlit shadow in the corner of the kitchen and she takes me to the family computer and instead of going “lets talk about it” she opens up every gay porn website and i go “eww that’s disgusting”, but really i’m going “yep tuesday, wednesday, thursday, i didn’t do anything and friday”. then, my father in his tighty wities comes down and goes “if it’s yours, just tell us” but wait, there’s more, they found a weird fax, like a document, that nobody recognised and i say “well obviously someone hacked into our computer..” and they believed me.

[tight knit-family/love is blind; falsettos 2016™]

George Weasley x Reader: Gifts

AN: It tisn’t the season but who doesn’t love the holidays? ;) I just want to say thank you for all of your patience! There should be another fic this week as well!

Request: Anonymous

Warnings: N/A

Christmas Eve at the Weasley’s was a magical, truly magical, event. Arthur would chop down a large tree from the forest off of Ottery St. Catchpole, and Charlie and Bill would help him drag it inside. Percy and Mrs. Weasley took great care in stringing the lights and decking the branches with ornaments and glittery tinsel. Bill would pull Ginny on his shoulders and she would place the star on top, while Ron brought out the gifts to place underneath the tree. The twins enchanted a toy train to huff and puff on the rug before the fireplace, and everyone was in high spirits as snow drifted in sheets in the yard.

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