Draco & Hermione headcanons, because I’m bored and I can, and I love them.
Draco is a blanket hog, lets just get that out of the way.
Hermione is both night owl and morning lark, and Draco loathes her for it.
She cooks breakfast most mornings, except for her birthday when Draco practically races her to the kitchen; mostly because she’s petrified of what he’ll make (he’s experimental).
His cooking has gotten better over the years, but there are moments…
Draco is a much better baker, and takes quite a liberty with making Hermione’s birthday cakes. The messages on them range from grotesquely cheesy to downright NSFW.
Most weekends they lay in bed reading next to each other, momentarily breaking the silence to share quotes and thoughts. Sometimes, they get into arguments about which is the better book, and end up swapping mid-read.
Draco has a nasty habit of barging into Hermione’s office and showering her with random gifts, affections, and a day’s worth of complaints about his coworkers… who are usually there in a meeting with Hermione.
Some nights she has nightmares, and he holds her until they still. Some nights he has nightmares, and she reads him into a more peaceful slumber.
Draco nearly crushes Hermione’s hand, holding it, on the Sundays they spend at Malfoy Manor with his parents.
She rubs her thumb over his knuckles, and he manages to keep the snide remarks to a minimum. Most of the time.
When they’re out in public, Hermione doesn’t like to show much PDA but Draco is disgustingly stubborn. He never lets go of her hand, leans on her, hugs her to him anytime people pass by, plants kisses on her temples at the most unwarranted moments, and every odd look their way warrants a full on snogging.
She’s the one who proposes, completely by accident, as a joke (”Monet, a private tour of The Louvre, and dinner on the Seine? Marry me, won’t you?”) on the night he’s gearing up to propose himself.
He’s been holding this against her ever since.
When Hermione finds out she’s pregnant, Draco is a complete loon, sending out ridiculously extravagant announcements to everyone they’ve ever known and then some (complete with gold and silver confetti) and buying everything he’s ever heard was even possibly good to possess when expecting.
Hermione ends up throwing the 100 pillows and belly cushions he’s bought at him.
they spend most of the pregnancy rejecting each other’s name proposals, Hermione going so far as to shape her morning pancakes into a big pile of “NO” when Draco actually proposes “Draco the Second”.
when the baby is born, they move into a slightly bigger home, not the Manor because Draco knows better than to ask Hermione to do such a thing, and a part of him doesn’t want to live there either. They want to start fresh, together, in love, because it’s what they deserve.
If you dropped a water balloon on a bed of nails, you’d expect it to burst spectacularly. And you’d be right – some of the time. Under the right conditions, though, you’d see what a high-speed camera caught in the animation above: a pancake-shaped bounce with nary a leak. Physically, this is a scaled-up version of what happens to a water droplet when it hits a superhydrophobic surface.
Water repellent superhydrophobic surfaces are covered in microscale roughness, much like a bed of tiny nails. When the balloon (or droplet) hits, it deforms into the gaps between posts. In the case of the water balloon, its rubbery exterior pulls back against that deformation. (For the droplet, the same effect is provided by surface tension.) That tension pulls the deformed parts of the balloon back up, causing the whole balloon to rebound off the nails in a pancake-like shape. For more, check out this video on the student balloon project or the original water droplet research. (Image credits: T. Hecksher et al., Y. Liu et al.; via The New York Times; submitted by Justin B.)
Here is the translation to the drama cd link for “ENNICHI GA KITA” that @akeemi-life posted previously. Sorry it took me so long to post this. I’m going to make an additional post later on to explain my thoughts on it and etc. I really like this drama cd, honestly SO MUCH TODOMOMO FLUFF ITS CUTE. ENJOY!
“The best butler is the one who always knows what his master really wants.” - How to be the Best Butler (and A.I.) Lesson 101 by J.A.R.V.I.S.
Yup. This totally happens (in my headcannon).
JARVIS you are always the best butler (and A.I.)! :D Inspired by the conversation between Tony and JARVIS in the Avengers Academy which Tony asks if JARVIS means there will not be “pancakes shaped like Captain America” when JARVIS said he does not intend to treat Tony like a child. And JARVIS humbly answers, “Capcakes are always on the menu, sir.” (x)
And really, JARVIS is one of the most advanced A.I., he knows exactly which kind of Capcake his master wants.
Halloween is officially over here and I’m sad it’s gone already, so here is a random fic/ramble/who-knows inspired by my love of Halloween and my post-halloween feels
This is the first year that Virgil’s really been accepted as part of the group wholeheartedly, and it’s the first year that he really gets to celebrate Halloween with them properly, rather than just appearing for a few minutes to grab some spooky cupcakes from Patton or to laugh at Roman screaming at horror movies (usually he would just spend Halloween in his room, watching his favourite spooky movies and covering his walls in even more cobwebs and Nightmare Before Christmas merch)
But for the first time Virgil is actually part of it - he’s woken up by Patton calling him for special pumpkin-shaped pancakes, drizzled in cinnamon and popping candy, and then Roman asks for his help in decorating the commons with fake cobwebs and glow-in-the-dark skeletons, and Virgil pulls out his entire stash of Halloween decorations, hanging fake bats from the ceiling and sticking purple and orange paper streamers to the walls, until the entire place looks like Halloween exploded everywhere. And then Logan arrives with the pumpkins, retrieved especially from the memory archives (from Thomas’ childhood memories of pumpkin picking), and they all sit on blankets on the floor and carve pumpkins together, and Logan shows him how to carve the pumpkin at just the right angle to make the teeth look especially sharp and dangerous pumpkin-carving is one of Logan’s hidden skills, fight me
After the pumpkins are aglow, their candlelit faces flickering from the mantelpiece, Logan and Patton go to fetch blankets and cushions, while Roman and Virgil pick out movies to watch, and their bickering back and forth is friendly and mostly for show. And they all settle down, wrapped in blankets with bowls of candy on their laps, ready to spend the rest of the evening being spooked and eating far too much chocolate.
And hours later, when it’s 2am and Halloween has officially passed, when they all yawn and stretch and get ready to head off to bed, for once it’s easy to spot the wistful expression on Virgil’s face as he looks around the room, at the burnt out pumpkins and the colourfully creepy decorations, and he quietly confesses I’mgoing to miss Halloween, and Patton quickly steps forward and wraps him in a hug, and then Roman joins, his arms draped across both their shoulders, and Logan sighs and rolls his eyes, but steps forward and rests his head on Virgil’s arm - and Virgil can’t help but smile, small and shy, and hug them back even tighter.
(And in the following few days, if the decorations stay up a little longer than usual, if they watch a few more scary movies huddled under warm blankets and eat more pumpkin-flavoured treats, well, who says Halloween has to last for just one day?)
Chyler Leigh is like the mom of your friend whose house you always wanted to spend the night at cause she was the coolest and she let you turn the living room into a fort and stay up as late as you wanted and would cook you poorly shaped animal pancakes with extra whipped cream the next morning and she would talk to you like an equal and would give the best advice. and you wished she was your mom but you’re glad she wasn’t because you had the biggest crush on her.
How would one explain Honey Dew? Would he be like a sweet heart by day but rough at night or a ball of fluffanutter? While Horchata will fuck the daylights out of you and make sure you know who Papi is, Honey Dew might be sweet as pie making sure you're okay and be his little sugar plum gum drop. Hmm 🤔
Character Analysis: Henry Stencils
Category: Split Personality
•spicy like the cinnamon he’s topped with
•dominant and sexc
•hotter than the metal part of a seat belt in the middle of June
•let’s you know who papi is (spoiler alert: it’s him)
•likes to wear 283823955969 rings
•grinds on railings during performances bc why not
•wears $650 granpappy slippers and bellbottom pants with dragons on them bc fAsHiOn
•adjusts himself before sitting down and doesn’t care who’s watching
•rubs his nose precisely two (2) times between every sentence bc idk but it’s hot
•furrows his brows for no apparent reason
•has a smug smirk on his face 89.779% of the time because he knows he’s the shit
•pushes his hair out of his eyes when it’s not even in his eyes??
•uses lots of hand gestures
•v sarcastic don’t test him pls
•#tits out for Harambe
•wrote “big” on his big toe only bc the tattoo artist refused to tat it on his dicc
•thicc asf but hides it
•sharpens his jawline every morning with a knife sharpener
•the knife sharpener broke it’s his 6th one this month #OhNoHorchata
•makes orgasm faces when he sings bc he wants to plunge the world into the 8th level of hell
•prefers the textured condoms, Magnum Gold Collection
•he’s the one who wrote “fucking” in Sign of the Times and threw a fit when they took it out
•sweet, caring, giggly baby
•has two twinkling dimples
•rose petals appear from the sky wherever he goes (no one knows why…)
•a Smol Tol™
•every time he blinks, stardust falls from his eyelashes
•every time he laughs, a baby deer is born
•is actually the sun + the moon & the stars
•could never hurt a fly
•instead of killing the fly, he takes a tiny piece off of his toaster strudel and places it near the bug in order to form a mutually beneficial and peaceful alliance
•butterfly kisses galore
•sponges his lips all over your face– eyelids, cheeks, nose, chin, down your jaw, across your forehead– until you’re a giggling mess and cradles your face in his hands, smiling all soft and fondly
•wears Hawaiian dad shirts that cost more than a gastric bypass surgery
•has had the same three pairs of jeans since 2013 and they all make his dicc disappear
•only wears huge heeled boots made of velvet and suede, settling for nothing less than YSL and Gucci bc he’s allergic to being basic
•borrowed Willy Wonka’s glasses and never gave them back whOoPs
•his hair is actually a spray-painted cloud of love and support
•tiny baby ears and puffy nipples
•smiles all big and toothy with his eyebrows raising up, resulting in a new galaxy being formed
•isn’t scared to show his emotions bc he loves the world and it loves him back
•sings and dances to Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend while making Mickey Mouse-shaped pancakes…it’s 3:24 AM.
•feels guilty after jacking off
•#Save the Bees
•when you go to shake his hand, he pulls you into a hug instead
•"I had a dream about trains!“
•tries to give everyone happiness, even at the expense of his own
given that we didn't get a skam eurovision update because of the hiatus (boo!), please could you tell us about even and isak watching eurovision? (because i'm sure that they must have!)
for sure Isak was planning on a nice quiet night in, definitelynot watching Eurovision and definitely carefully trying to make out with Even because his nose hurts and kissing isn’t the easiest thing to do right now. it’s just that Even looks so cute tucking Isak in on the couch, making him pancakes and yelling possible solutions to painful noses that he’s read on the internet from the kitchen that Isak just can’t resist. there’s too much ow, ouch, not there and not enough tongue but Isak’s satisfied with it still.
except then the boys arrive, strolling into the living room like they were invited, catching Isak still lying underneath a blanket on the couch, looking and feeling sorry for himself and just in the middle of telling Even just how much his nose hurts in the saddest voice he can muster red handed.
Jonas raises his eyebrows in what Isak thinks is a very judgmental manner and he quickly throws back the blanket, mumbles a cool, it’s not so bad, really while trying to casually push the plate with one heart-shaped pancake left on it still underneath the couch with his feet. the boys graciously pretend to not see him do it.
Magnus has eleven pride flags painted on his face. Isak decides not to ask. there’s also a European union flag on his forehead. Isak decides not to tell him Norway isn’t even in the European union. he keeps yelling about Isak having to enjoy Eurovision now that he lives together with a dude. Isak decides to tell him to stop.
as a matter of fact, he’s close to kicking them all out when Mahdi tells him they’ve brought both Eurovision snacks and Eurovision alcohol and presses a beer in Isak’s hand. Isak scoots over to make some room then.
Mahdi actually turns out to be an avid Eurovision watcher and he’s just in the process of explaining them the complicated voting system using differently colored candy when there’s a knock on the door. Isak would open it himself but, you know, he is very hurt and very sad and getting up from the couch is asking too much of him right now and so Even sighs and gets up to answer whoever’s there. Isak swears he can hear Jonas mumble the softest whipped as fuck but he can’t be sure.
it’s Eskild who walks in then. Eskild, who Isak remembers promised him he wouldn’t spontaneously come over this particular weekend. he’s wearing a lot of feathers and barely even acknowledges Isak before he starts handing out score cards that he’s apparently typed up himself. Isak is especially appalled by the would we do them? (this includes any people wearing an animal head!!!!) category but decides he can deal with rating the song and outfit and use of violin.
they all end up in a big pile in the living room, Isak cosy between Even and Mahdi, who seem to have taken it upon themselves to make sure Isak doesn’t have to go more than five minutes without being asked if his nose hurts a lot and if he needs anything. Magnus mostly just yells at him to remember to fill in his score card.
and Isak isn’t so into it at first, finds there to be a lot of glitter and a lot of dramatic pauses but he still finds himself yelling at the screen about douze points and traitors and fake saxophones when the clock hits twelve. Even kisses him on the cheek then, tells him, you’re a sexophone, and everything’s great really, even with a painful nose.
Summary: Three different sweet treats for a very sweet day. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings 1,925 words
Notes: So…it’s been too long…LMAO. I haven’t been happy with my writing lately and I can’t seem to put any ideas into words but last night I got this little idea and ran to write something before it escaped! It’s not much but at least it’s an update. Here’s the visual of the cookie I mentioned down there, if you want. Happy (belated) Valentine’s day y’all! <3 Enjoy!
It’s around 9 in the
morning when the team finally lands at the Avengers facility, having flown an
all night flight after a mission in a remote place in the globe. Everyone is
just so tired and so damn sleepy that
the usual formalities are forgotten and Steve settles for a late debrief, after
they’re all rested and fed, at least.
All Bucky can think about is taking a shower and hitting the sheets.
He knows it’s Valentine’s Day and he knows that it’s likely that his doll would
be anxiously waiting for him to come home, but the idea of a shower and a nap
is just too appealing for him to pass away.
Summary: The RFA+S wake up before MC. In
my Ideal World. Not that long after Seven’s After Story.
of Life; Fluff
for a little swearing and a little steaminess.
Word Count: Approx.
A miracle happened,
Saeran woke up before
you did. That never happened.
To earn a living, your
boyfriend did freelance coding and internet security algorithms, and
the work usually brought him late into the night. He had incredibly
erratic sleeping hours, either sleeping in late, or taking random
naps throughout the day. More often than not, you ended up going to
bed by yourself.
However, the night
before, Saeran had fallen asleep with you. You had drifted off to
sleep in his arms and he hadn’t wanted to disturb you.
It was your phone’s
alarm that had awakened him. It was an annoying, almost whining
sound; you had picked it specifically because it irritated you and
you would want to turn it off immediately. Unfortunately, you had
set that alarm ages ago; now, you were a little bit too used to the
sound. Abruptly roused, Saeran glared at the phone in question, then
looked down at you, still with your head on one of his arms. You
didn’t move; your boyfriend smirked a little to hear you snoring
He hesitated, then
reached over you to your phone, hitting the ‘snooze’ button for you.
You always set your alarm too early. A couple more minutes of rest
couldn’t hurt. Saeran wrapped you more comfortably into his arms,
and kissed the top of your head.
he thought, resting his chin in your hair.
knew you had work, that day, but he never liked seeing you leave.