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So I just realized something today. You know how we always rant about the (old, too old) age of the actors playing Harry Potter’s parents in the movies?

Severus Snape, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were (more or less) 31 years old when Harry started to attend Hogwarts.

Yep.


Still, in the movies, they were interpreted by a 55 year old (Alan Rickman), a 43 year old (Gary Oldman) and a 38 year old (David Thewlis) respectively. (These are the ages they were when the first movie was released.)


And you know Ben Barnes, who is often fancasted as teenage Sirius Black? He is 35 years old, only a year younger than Sirius was when he died. So Ben Barnes is in fact a good fancast for old Sirius! And Andrew Garfield, who is often fancasted as teenage Remus? 33. Yep. You get my point here.


“I don’t like being asked by meat-eaters at dinner if I mind if they eat this piece of chicken/pig/cow in front of me. Yes, I mind. It puts me in the position of having to a) lie to you, to appease you and others at the table b) assume this fake politically correct, good-humoured thing to appease you and others at the table, or c) tell you that, "Yes, I do mind. That chicken/pig/cow is a murdered animal who died unnecessarily and I find it sad and offensive”, which makes me the bad guy and ruins everyone’s good time. So, just don’t ask, or better yet, don’t eat animals at that meal.“
—  Jo-Anne McArthur (courtesy of Gary Smith, The Thinking Vegan)
Night Owls--Harry Hook x Reader

Disclaimer-I don’ t own any of the Descendants characters all credit goes to the creators and producers of Disney Descendants 

Summary-You are a part of Uma’s crew, and you have a crush on Uma’s first mate, Harry Hook. One night, you get caught wondering in the deck by Harry himself.

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You take in the sight around you. The fresh salty air blowing through your hair as you breath it all in. Oh how you loved the sea. You hoped to one day be able to set sail on the open waves once again, but that was impossible, since the magical barrier prevented anyone from leaving this foul place. 

 It was dark outside and every one of the crew members were asleep. Being one of the lower ranked members of Captain Uma’s crew, you never really get a chance to enjoy the view of the ocean and horizon. You were mostly instructed to stay below deck, watching all the supplies to ensure nothing went missing. The only times you ever came above deck was when you went out to get a meal at Ursula’s Fish and Chips shop. Not much ever really happened on the Jolly Roger. The only reason you really stayed in this crew was because of Harry Hook. 

He was Uma’s first mate, son of Captain Hook, and the only person able to make you blush by just glancing at you. His tall, tanned figure towered above you and and the majority of the crew members. His clothes consisted of red and black, and many layers of leather, with a hat that shields his hair, though you occasionally saw him without it, revealing a thick mane of dark hair. Even his facial features were sharper than the hook he carried around to seem more like his father. 

But what always caught you’re attention the most were his eyes. He had blue eyes that were lighter than the sea, and stood out even more when he outlined them with black liner. They mostly held a stern look, but occasionally held affection and care. They showed his passion, his triumph, and his determination to make it known that Uma and her crew were not to be messed with. You admired that to most. 

But you never got to spend time with him. He was always commanding the others, carrying out Uma’s demands while you listened to his voice from down below. His Scottish accent was never hard to miss, and hard to resist. Even when the crew was at the chip shop, you sat on the far side of the counter while he was by Uma’s side, causing mischief with other members by shoving them and showing his dominance over them. He did that to the entire crew. 

Well, everyone except Uma. 

And you. 

Too busy in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the scuffle of boots along the deck. With a clearing of his throats you turned your head, and your breath hitched. 

There, before you in all his glory, was Harry himself. He was without his coat or hat, only his leather pants and belt clung loosely on his waist, his torn undershirt over his chest. His hair was uncovered, all tangled and rearranged, from tossing and turning in his sleep you assumed. He smirked a little, and slowly walked towards you. 

“Well, well, well,” he smiled, his stare never leaving your own. “What do we have here? A little night owl hovering about?” 

His voice seemed playful, but then again, he always used a playful tone when he knew he had the upper hand. You gulped, not wanting to respond. “Aw, why so quiet, catfish caught yer tongue?” 

You remained silent, which only made him chuckle. He came closer, making you pull away. You knew you were gonna be in trouble, since you weren’t supposed to be up and about in the middle of the night. It was one of Uma’s rules. 

He continued to snicker, watching you tremble under his gaze. You shifted your eyes to the ground, catching the glare of his hook on one of his belt loops. You began to pant. 

“I-I’m sorry, H-Harry,” you whispered, still shaking. 

“Ah she speaks!” He mocked, taking his right hand to lift your chin. “What are ye doing wondering around late at night. Uma would make ye fish bate if she found out.” 

You took a deep breath. “I-I don’t know, couldn’t sleep I guess.” He didn’t respond. For awhile he looked at you, as if he was trying to remind himself where he had seen you. Then, he remembered. “You work below deck, don’t ya?” You nodded the best you can, since his finger still held your chin up. He smiled a bit, but not in a evil way. “Uh huh, I’ve seen you around, you talk with that Gary fella, right?” 

Gary was your friend, though he wanted to be more. You always rejected him, but continued to talk to him nonetheless, since you didn’t really know anyone else. 

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered. 

“Poor fella, I’ve seen his attempts, yet ye never give him the light of day.” He snickered again. “What’s your name, little owl?” 

“Y-Y/N.” 

He kept looking at you, watching as your chest rose and fell at a steady pace. Then he spoke again. “So tell me, Y/N. Why don’t ya give the lad a chance, aye?” 

You thought about it for a moment and said, “He isn’t my type.” Your courage began to grow slightly as the lack of space between the two of you increased by the minute. 

His hand move from your chin to rest it on the post that pinned you, just to the left side of your head. His toned biceps came to view as he barely whispered, “And what, my little owl, is your type?” 

You couldn’t help the shiver as his breath fanned over your lips. You didn’t know what to do, what to say. Here you were, pinned to the mast post, in the middle of the night, by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, who is asking you what your type was. You so desperately wanted to tell him that the only person to make your heart soar and butterflies to erupt was the one standing in front of you, but you couldn’t. You froze. 

Harry waited for your answer, but then he spoke up, “Well, do you know what my type is?” He smiled, leaning closer to you. You shook your head. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, smirking at your obvious heavy breaths. 

“My type,” he said barely above a whisper, “is a shy, timid girl, one no one really likes to point out.” You were confused as you why he was telling you this, but let him go on anyway. He pushed back a piece of hair behind your ear with left hand, letting it gently stroke your cheek as he continued. 

“My type is a girl who tries to steal glances of me, thinking I can’t see her, when I actually catch her every time, trying to do the same thing.” His hand continued down, stroking your jaw and collar bone, down your shoulder and arm until he grasped your right hand. He looked down at your two hands and smiled. 

“My type is the one who doesn’t fight for my affection, the one who only need to laugh to make my head spin.” He spoke, lifting your hand ever so carefully, sensing your ease as your shakiness subsided. He looked straight into your eyes, bringing your hand closer to his lips, gently placing a kiss onto it, and never breaking eye contact, not before he spoke, with a voice barely audible, “My type is you, Y/N.” 

His words ran a shiver up your spine, your eyes meeting his light ones. You wanted to tell him you felt the same way, but your heart was racing at his confession. His smile grew at your reaction, evolving in to a full on grin. He took this moment to admire you. 

Your long H/C hair circling your face as the wind blew it and how the moonlight reflected the glow in your E/C eyes. His thumb gently touched your bottom lip, which were oh so tempting. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

He leaned in and captured his lips with yours, caressing both your cheeks as he did. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Your eyes were wide, as you didn’t know what to do at first, until you kissed him back. Once he felt you giving into him, he pulled you closer by your waist, allowing your right hand to stroke up his arm. He went to deepen the kiss, biting your bottom lip and giggling when you let out a little squeal. He picked you by your thighs, pushing you harder against the post, never letting the kiss end. You let out a gasp as you felt his lips leave yours, only to latch onto your neck, and up to the sensitive skin by your ear, nibbling it ever so slightly. Your fingers ran through his hair, earning a groan from him as you did so. He soon returned to your lips, picking the pace back up. 

Eventually, you pushed against him, your breaths heavy, leaving your hands to rest against his chest. He looked up at you, a cocky smile on his face. 

“So, I guess I’m yer type then, aye?”

Being vegan is offensive to people who eat animals. When people meet vegans, they become aware in that moment that they eat animals. Rarely do they have to confront this truth. People become uncomfortable and place that feeling on the vegan. Their own sense of mercy and compassion arises and makes them uneasy. Mercy asks of you to abstain from this cruelty.
—  Gary Smith
Hide and Seek

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader -A/B/O

Summary:  You’re a bonded Omega who left your human family when you were turned. Now, a year later, your mother and father have hired an interventionist to extract you from what they assume is a cult. 

A/N: What are a/b/o dynamics

Words: 5300+

Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: Pregnancy, kidnapping, dominance, violence. References to: claiming, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

Your name: submit What is this?


It’s not that you didn’t love your family, in fact it’s quite the opposite, love is the reason you disappeared. Being bitten by a werewolf meant that life as you knew it was over. You had nightmares of killing your mother under a full moon, unable to control your base instincts: ripping out your father’s heart and eating it raw under the night sky.

Telling them the truth wasn’t an option; your father’s a physiologist, your mother a nurse. They’re level headed people who at the first mention of lycanthropy would have had you committed.

You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t see a way out, so you ran.

You wrote a note. Most of it was lies, but you wanted it to seem plausible. It wasn’t in your character to just abandon the people you loved, so you had to make it seem real. You had to hurt them so they would let you go. You wrote about meeting someone you wanted to start a life with, about how they’d suffocated you for twenty five years and you just couldn’t take anymore. You told them they drove you to leave.

You cried as you set the note on the kitchen table early one brisk autumn morning, then walked out the door falsely assuming you’d never seem them again.

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Things People Have Said in my APUSH Class

- Who put the map on the back of The Declaration of Independence?

- People marrying for money seems to be a recurring theme in this class.

- I bought this Donald Trump shirt as a joke because I’m moving to New Zealand and I can watch the failure from outside the country, but I had to donate money to his campaign and it ended up costing me about $60.

- Is Pocahontas real?

- John Francis Fitzgerald is Edmund Fitzgerald’s grandpa.

- You know it, you love it, you smell it on the way to Chicago, that’s right kids, Gary, Indiana.

- Did Abraham Lincoln get shot because he revealed the location of The Book of Secrets?

- One time I saw Nicholas Cage at a parade and now we’re friends.

- The musket is a terrible weapon, Mel Gibson is a liar, and The Patriot is not a good movie.

- What do you mean New York City is on an Island?

- Someone on Tumblr sent me anon hate because I called Thomas Jefferson bae in the tags. (side note: I sent that person anon hate about Jefferson)

- Maybe Aaron Burr can shoot me instead so I don’t have to take the final.

- Can John D. Rockefeller pay for the textbook I may or may not have lost?

- Teacher: (describing an affair without saying they were fucking) They were getting to know each other in the biblical sense.

Student: What religion were they practicing?

Teacher: Baptist.

- Student: Why isn’t Lincoln on any paper money?

Teacher: He’s traditionally on the five…

- The Americans won the Revolution because they hid in the woods… like squirrels…

- Mrs. Lincoln was a female dog.

- Folks, watching the John Green videos is not enough.

- When you graduate high school you will not remember anything from The Missouri Compromise. What you will remember is “Ma, Ma, Where’s my Pa, Gone to the White House, Ha, Ha, Ha.”

- Here are the three presidents I would fight, in order: Woodrow Wilson, Thomas Jefferson, and James Buchanan.

- And Hamilton was so pleased with himself that his bonds plan was being used yet again, so he rose from the dead, wrote a musical, and won a grammy

- If you’re..uh… sensitive.. leave now. *pulls out a copy of The Jungle*

- Student #1: He’s the richest man in the world! He sleeps on a bed of gold!

Student #2: Carson, are you telling me you don’t sleep on a bed of gold?

- Everyone from the Democratic Party wanted this nomination. Even William Jennings Bryan wanted it, and he’s dead.

- And then part of the tape was (air quotes) “ accidently” erased. *teacher aggresivley shakes his head*

- You will need to acquire, either by theft or by asking, a credit card to pay for the AP exam

- I just read an essay that compared the New Deal to Wilson’s actions during the Civil War. And it was one paragraph. Good luck on the AP everyone.

- Teacher: The AP is in 5 days. It’s time to panic.

Student: I thought it was time to panic 15 days ago.

Teacher: Some people didn’t get the message. Now it’s really time to panic.

- So is there like… a meal included in the $90 exam?

also timothée chalament is gonna win that best actor trophy in next years ceremony and I’m only making this post now so I can come back to it in march to illustrate how incredibly right I was from the very beginning

I’ll Fix Ya Right Up Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Pairings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Language

Written by: @garyunwinimagines​​ also goes by @chipedenspook1997​​

Notes: Sorry it’s been so long. But here’s something else for you guys. And I’m opening requests for the next two days. Requests will close at 12:00PM on April 7th, 2017. I hope that you guys like this!

Words: 988 words
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You were currently on an inversion table trying to stretch your back as it’s been hurting and you haven’t been able to crack it. So here you were hanging upside down, past vertical. You slowly started to feel your back stretch out, and it felt wonderful. You were feeling very relaxed and in less pain.

“What ya doin’ (y/n)?” Eggsy asked.

After V-day, Merlin wanted you, Eggsy, and Roxy to live together as the three of you could still be possible targets. It made sense, and now the three of you were inseparable. When you all were in your “job interview”, you got a crush on Eggsy. Roxy knew but the man was completely oblivious. Living with him only made it worse, cause most the time he’d walk around in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt. Which is what he was currently wearing. Thankfully your face was already red from being upside down.

“Just trying to fix my shit back,” You groaned.

“And that’s supposed to help” Get offa there. I’ll fix ya right up,” He said.

More like smirked. And that’s when you realized that your shirt had bunched up right under your breasts.

“Gary Unwin!” You fake gasped. “And I thought that you were a gentleman!”

He laughed, “We both know that I ain’t no gentleman, but come on (y/n). Don’t want ya falling over on a mission now do we?”

He has a valid point.

“Fine…” You grumbled and slowly made yourself upright again and got off the table.

“So what are you going to do to me?” You asked.

He hugged his solders then grabbed your hand and lead you to his room. You raised an eyebrow and he looked at his feet. The mood had changed from a light and playful one, to a more serious, but dare you say romantic one. What was going on?

He walked to one of the drawers in his nightstand and pulled out…oils? Why does he have oils in there? You were so lost in your mind that you didn’t hear what he said the first time.

“Love, did ya here me? (y/n)?”

“Sorry. I was just lost in my head. What did ya say?”

“I need you to take of your shirt then lay on your stomach.”

You raised your eyebrow again, then you turned around and took off your shirt and laid down how he asked. You closed your eyes and slowed down your breathing, that was until you felt the bed dip on both sides and Eggsy sitting on your thighs.

“Can I?” He asked gesturing to your bra.

You said yes then he went to take off your bra, unclasping it so you could do the rest yourself. You debated leaving it there unhooked, but decided that you’d be more comfortable without it there. So you sat up just enough to toss the bra to the floor. Then a gasp was heard.

“Fucking finally!” Roxy said. “No pun intended.”

She was grinning from ear to ear. You rolled your eyes.

“He’s just going to give me a massage Rox,” You said.

“Sure…” She drawled out as she left the room and shut the door.

“Why’d she say that?” Eggsy said with a tinge of red across his cheeks.

“Don’t know,” You replied mentally cursing Roxy.

“Don’t forget to use protection!” Roxy yelled.

“Shit,” Eggsy said loud enough that Roxy could here.

“What?” You said and looked back at him.

He had a shit eating grin cross his face and mouthed “follow my lead”. You knew that this was going to be fun, and that Rox is going to be pissed when/if she finds out.

“I forgot rubbers,” You had to refrain from laughing your ass off as he pulled out a box of rubber gloves that was empty.

“Fuck Eggsy. I need you right now babe. Rubbers or not.”

“(y/n), love, are you sure?”

“Positive.”

By this time you were now sitting up against the headboard with Eggsy right by you. A pillow tightly clutched against your chest. So the two of you were sitting side by side making some of the most pornographic noises that you could think of. When the two of you started there was lots of laughing, but the longer it went on the less laughing happened. And holy shit did that turn you on. You wouldn’t be normally, but the way his voice dropped with the combination of his grunts drenched your panties. Now it came to the grand finale, and the two of you “climaxed”. There was silence for 30 seconds.

“I take that back! Don’t do it again!” Roxy yelled from the other side of the door. “We don’t need your offspring quite yet!”

She slid some condoms under the door. The lighter mood from earlier returned as Eggsy wiggled his eyebrows. You held in your laughter until her footsteps faded away.

Now queue the uncontrollable laughter. Once your laughter died down Eggsy kissed your cheek. You blushed and laid down how you were earlier. Promptly burring your face in the pillow to recompose yourself.

“Aren’t you going to give me a massage?” You asked remembering why you were in his room topless.

“Oh yeah,” He said and scratched the back of his neck.

“Did you forget?”

“No…yeah. But love, you’re laying in my bed topless,” He said as if it was obvious. Like no shit Sherlock.

“So? You said that you were going to fix my back,” You pouted.

“But-“ You cut him off by turning around and sitting up to kiss him. No pillow this time.

He was thrown off for a second, then started kissing you back. You could feel the smiles creeping up on your faces. The kiss was slow and gentle. Taking all the breath out of you. When the need to breathe came back, you pulled away and grinned at him.

Resituating yourself you said, “Now fix my back Gary Unwin.”

“Anything for you love.”

16/5/2017 in today’s doodle Gary needs a raise. He’s just the camera guy, Sonic, don’t do this to him!

(Seriously though I think there’s no harm in a character creator, let people have fun :) Kids are gonna like it!) (and so will I) (sorry Gary you’re gonna save the world maybe Sonic will pay you in rings)

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Things my friend and I agree on

Both @fantasyprincess83 and I agree:

We want to live our lives like Carrie Fisher is our personal Jedi Ghost following us around making fun of our life choices, not answering our questions outright because they are DUMB, but ultimately supporting everything we are while throwing around a Double Bird in a giant glitter bomb.