she enjoys it a hella lot

Kissing Styles...

James Potter: Very… very eager, but trying really… really hard to restrain himself. Knows how to do fun things with his tongue… has had a lot of practice. All in all… he’s what people like to describe as “fun”… 8/10 

Sirius Black: Knows how to adapt. Can pretty much match anyone’s kissing style, but likes deep, intense kissing the most… Also likes biting and hickeys. As talented as he is pretty. Down for basically anything… An enjoyable experience all the way around. 11/10

Remus Lupin: Nervous. Starts off slow… then kisses like it’s the last time he’ll ever kiss someone because he always feels like it’s the last time anyone will ever want to kiss him… 6/10 when he’s nervous… 9/10 when he relaxes and let’s go. 

Peter Pettigrew: Sweats a lot… too much tongue… 4/10  

Lily Evans: Expert kisser, knows her shit… at least as far as technicalities go… but lacks spontaneity. Get’s flustered when she doesn’t see something coming like James’ tongue tricks… also gets distracted easily (”SHIT! That’s due tomorrow!”)… Overall, needs some work. 6.5/10

Frank Longbottom: Handles you like you’re made of glass… very gentle… very sweet… enjoys kissing the spot just beneath your ear. Hates biting because he’s worried he’ll hurt you. Often stops to stare or chat. Worships the ground you walk on… 8/10 for kissing… 20/10 for making you feel like a goddess. 

Alice Longbottom: Kinky as fuck. 9/10

Dorcas Meadowes: Kinkier than fuck. Kisses like she owns your ass. Also hella gay. 10/10

Marlene McKinnon: Also also hella gay… less kinky. Uses a lot of tongue… but does it right. 9/10 

Mary Macdonald: Mary sue to the max… every kiss is like a reenactment of “The Notebook”. Disney-esque. 7/10

Regulus Black: Untrusting. Tends to panic if things go too quick… or too slow… or not exactly how he planned it. Perfectionist… and a bit of a control freak… doesn’t really know how to adapt to other kissing styles. 4.5/10

Narcissa Malfoy: Reserved… until between the sheets, then she will eat you alive. Mother fucking queen. Savage. Always tops. 10/10

Lucius Malfoy: Fun to look at… Terrible kisser. -5 stars. Two thumbs way down… would not recommend…. 0/10……………. alright… 2/10 for being pretty… Also… submissive af.  

Bellatrix Lestrange: Will rip your goddam lip off. 0/10…. unless you’re into that.

Fenrir Greyback: Will rip your goddam head off. -54/10

Severus Snape: Ew. 

Modern AU Headcannons: the Pevensies

requested: no


-works out 5 to 6 times a week

-in charge of the speech and debate team and academic team at school

-studied political science and pre-law in uni with a history minor

       -was in the top 5% of his class

-secretly really into fencing and LARPing

-really likes cello, violin, and piano music. he has several spotify playlists so that he can study or work out while listening to them

-hikes, camps, runs, etc. pretty regularly

-people are really drawn to Peter because he’s charismatic and a genuinely really selfless/warm/good person

-highkey a workaholic and has type-a personality when it comes to schoolwork or professional work

-likes to spend some of his free time doing ballroom dancing

-is a big family person

-likes to travel and learn a lot

-does non-profit work/charity during vacations


-lowkey Instagram famous because her pictures are killer gorgeous (regardless of whether it’s a selfie or not) and never edited/Photoshopped

-shops exclusively at Forever 21, Ann Taylor, Victoria’s Secret, Ulta, Bloom Perfumery, Whistles, and River Island

-has a lot of make-up, perfumes, and scented candles

      -has 10/10 outfits and make-up every day

-also makes funny snapchat stories

-everybody thinks she’s an airhead, but jokes on them: Susan got two degrees in Literature and French, then turned around and got accepted to Oxford medicine on a full ride. Graduated valedictorian with the highest academic honors

-watches Project Runaway, Reign, and the history channel

-does track, swimming, and debate team in university

-does LARPing


-runs a popular salty twitter account

-wants to be a politician like Peter, so he decided to study sociology, political science, and pre-law in uni

-does kick-boxing and martial arts

-he decided to LARP with his older siblings and Lucy. their realm is called Narnia

-has like, 2 friends because he’s a reserved person and not particularly social, even though he’s a nice person

-can be hella charming or hella nerdy. there is no in-between

-is the Pevensie you go to when you need help navigating conflicts, interpersonal problems, etc.

      -this is part of why ed becomes a diplomat, and a good one at that

-really likes foregin films and knows like, 4 languages

-is good at giving motivational speeches


-she’s a huge people person and has like, 20 friends

-wants to be a doctor when she grows up

-is a really good cook

-has a very nurturing personality, but people usually see the bubbly, outgoing side of her

-secretly draws a lot, and enjoys drawing fantastical/supernatural animals and stuff in nature

-huge feminist

      -works with feminist organizations to solve gender issues

-volunteers at a lot of animal shelters

-she wants to start a non-profit organization where she goes to third world countries where people are in severe need of medical attention and helps them for free

-she’s p religious and goes to church every sunday, attends a youth group on wednesdays

      -lucy is also liberal, and doesn’t try to push her religious beliefs on others

The Solution To The Problem (Smut)

A/N: Oh my gosh guys! Life feels so hectic at the moment, tomorrow I have my first day off in a while and I hope I can slow down and get back into a rhythm. I can not say thank you enough for being so patient! I hope you enjoy this and I hope to be posting a lot more!

Pairing: Harrison Wells x Reader

Prompt: I need some Harrison Wells love. Like maybe the reader was his assistant and he never noticed how smart she was so one day he’s working on an equation and can’t figure it out so he’s all snippy at her but she solved it and they fight and ends in smut please? – Anonymous

Word Count: 2,511

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT 

Side note I feel hella more comfortable writing smut and actually feel like it is something good. Like I seriously loved how easy and smutty this turned out!

The Solution to the Problem (Smut)

You glanced down at your watch as it ticked later and later. Quickening your step, you made your way to Star Labs. You worked your second job in the mornings and was an assistant for Star Labs in the afternoon. Though you originally were hired in to take care of odds and ends, keeping the place organized and occasionally helping out on a case. It slowly morphed into spending the majority of your time babysitting Harrison Wells. It was a short walk away and when you entered the building you made your way down to the Cortex. As you walked down the hallway Barry, Cisco and Caitlin were heading towards you.

“Hey!” Cisco said as he saw you, “Y/N, how’s it going?”

You smile slightly, “I’m late, that’s how it’s going.”

“Relax, he’s caught up in his numbers.” Caitlin reassured you, “I highly doubt he even knows what time it is.”

“Has he been there all day?” You exclaim.

Cisco shook his head, “All day.”

“Great,” You pulled out your daily planner and opened up to the current date, “organize those files, update metabase, the list just keeps going.”

“I left all that information you needed in a pile on your desk,” Cisco commented.

You smiled, “Thanks, Barry could you do me a favor?”

“What’s up?” Barry replied as Caitlin and Cisco waved goodbye and made their way to the elevator.

You put your planner away and pulled out your wallet as you spoke, “Can you please run out and pick up some food for me and Wells?” You pulled out a twenty handing it to him.

“No need.” Barry disappeared and you turned to start walking towards the Cortex. Moments later Barry was walking next to you with a bag of Big Belly Burger and two drinks. “Here ya go!”

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver!” You grasped the bag as he turned to head towards the elevator himself.

He turned twisted around so he was walking backwards, “Guess I picked a good day job,” He smiled and turned back to head towards the elevator.

You shook your head and entered the Cortex, making your way towards your desk. You glanced over into Wells’s area to see him standing in front of his large white board, his face pulled into a scowl. You could see the gears working in his head. After sitting your purse down, you pulled your food from the bag leaving it sit on your desk. With the bag in one hand and drink in the other you make your way to Wells.

“I brought some food for you,” You say as you attempt to find a clean spot on his desk that wasn’t scattered with papers. You were careful not to disrupt the organized chaos.

He didn’t respond and continued working. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Stop, I’ll eat” Wells barked at her, “As you can see I’m in the middle of something.”

You glanced up at the writing on the long board. You studied it for a moment and took in all the symbols and numbers.

Wells noticed you staring, “Don’t you have work to be doing, papers to file?”

You scowled at him before going back to your desk. This was the part of the job you didn’t like, grumpy Harrison Wells. You tried not to take it personally as you know he doesn’t mean it, this is how he got when he completely immersed himself in his work. You’d even grown fond of Wells being himself as you learned to see passed the frustration, anger and anxiety he put off. You brought up the metabase and began thumbing through the stacks of meta profiles and comparing them to their profiles in the master database Cisco had started. However, you couldn’t keep the problem from the board out of your head. You pulled up a scrap piece of paper and started scribbling away. You were pulled out of your train of thought by an exasperated scream of frustration that came from Wells’s room.

You rolled your eyes slightly as you got back up to check in. As you entered the room you saw and heard Wells ranting in agitation. Clearly he was getting frustrated over this problem.

You Walk up, “Why don’t you take a break and eat,” You encourage. “It’s your favorite, its getting cold, but still your favorite.”

“I need to figure this out, don’t you understand” He quickly turned around to look at you with his sleep deprived eyes, he laughed to himself slightly like he had an epiphany. “Of course not, you wouldn’t understand would you, how could you?”

The whole time you were listening to him snap your eyes were on the board behind him, “Oh yeah?” You quickly walked passed him, grabbing the expo marker out of his hand as you did.

“Give that back,” Wells followed and reached up in an attempt to snatch back the marker but he slowly came to a stop. He watched as you proceeded to fill in the answer to the problem. Wells looked at you like this was the first time he had seen you, the sleep in his eyes were replaced with amazement as you turned back around capping the marker and handing it back to him.

“I’m sorry what don’t I understand?” You started to walk out of the room proud but completely and utterly irritated.

He looked up still in awe, “Y/N wait. How did you do that?”

“Why did you hire me?” You quickly turned around answering with a question.

He stood speechless for a moment, “Well technically Barry hired you, I needed someone to take care of pointless drabble that took away from the more important things.”

You crossed your arms as your mouth dropped slightly, “I have a background in Quantum Physics and Thermodynamics.”

“Really?” He seemed surprised as he continued to look at you.

“Did you even see my resume?” Your eyebrows raised slightly.

He paused, “All I saw was your picture.” He turned back to look at the equation before starting to shuffle through the papers on the table.

“What?” You followed him over to his desk.

He pulled out the paper he was looking for and turned to look at you, “Look I was given four folders each with a picture of the candidate for the job. I assumed at that stage of hiring each had the skills needed so I chose the best looking photo.”

You paused a moment letting this new information process, “So let me get this straight, I got this job not because of my smarts but because I was the cutest. Unbelievable?”

“I didn’t say you weren’t smart,” Wells fired back, “Obviously you are brilliant, everyone else knew that or you wouldn’t have been considered for the job.”

You shook your head, “Not the point.”

“Then what is the point Y/N? Huh?” Wells snapped slightly, “Do you want me to congratulate you or give you a cookie for a job well done?”

“The moment I found this job I knew I had to get it, it had to be mine.” You said with a drive in your voice. “Because I have exhausted all other outlets of study. This place is the best place for me, the best opportunity that I have ever come across. Yet all I am is a something pretty to the biggest opportunity that came with the job. I see now that I wasted my time.”

You had never fought with Wells like this. Sure he would snap at you sometimes but never in manner that you took personal. You didn’t like it.

“Y/N” As you turned to walk away he called your name, but you continued to turn. “Y/N, stop.” His hand grabbed your arm. His touch almost made you jump as it had never happened before. You could feel him stepping closer to you and your heart sped up. He let out a long breath as he closed his eyes before continuing. “You’re not pretty, you’re gorgeous.”

You did not expect those words to come out of his mouth. You slowly turned to face him, your eyebrows slightly drawn as he continued. “I could tell there was something about you and I didn’t know what it was. You keep everything going and nothing I have done has scared you or pushed you away. Not only are you gorgeous but,” He paused like the next part hurt him to say, “You may even be smarter than me.”

His piercing eyes bore down into yours. Unable to look away you continued to hold eye contact. His gaze felt like it slowly pulled you forward and you could see the sincerity in his words. You pulled yourself up onto your tip toes attempting to match his height. Before you could think your lips where on his. You felt him take a sharp breath in through is noise as he processed what was happening.

You let your lips linger before parting them slightly. An invitation that Wells took as he let his hands fall to your waist squaring them before pulling you into him. He leaned into you making you fall back onto your heels and you could feel him hunching over making up for the height difference without breaking the kiss.

Your hands found their way up to the back of his neck and up to his hairline. You pulled him in wanting him closer. He continued to push you back till you were pressed against the edge of his desk. You broke away for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes as you waited for who was going to stop the other. Your eyebrow flickered up slightly as if taunting him.

He took the bait. In an instant he reached down and picked you up, letting you come to rest on the top of his desk. As his lips came crashing back down onto yours he pushed you back. His one hand was around your waist and the other cleared the table in one swoop, causing the papers to rain down haphazardly to the side.  

Both sets of fingers fought over the buttons of your shirt as you brashly pulled it up over your shoulder and down your arms. Wells made his way across your jawline and down your neck, continuing down into your cleavage. Peppering your chest with kisses that tickled ever so slightly. You tugged at his shirt and he got the hint as he stood up to pull it over his head. His torso was lean, like that of a runner. you let your hands explore the newly revealed skin as he kissed you again. You let your hands fall lower and you swore you felt him jump slightly as your hand ran over his growling bulge.  

He pulled back abruptly with a pleasantly chocked face on, a slight smile pulling at his lips. Looking up through your lashes you gave him a devilish grin as you continued to undo his belt and work on his zipper. He looked down watching what you were doing before bringing his gaze back to yours.

Without looking away he grabbed your hand and slowly guided it towards his large member that was pressing against the soft cotton of his briefs. You applied pressure making squirm slightly. He shook his head before he pushed you back. His hands unclasped your pants and in one swift motion he hooked his fingers through both garments. Just like that you were laying there on Harrison Wells’s desk, mostly naked. You felt yourself shiver with excitement.

He smiled down at you, “You’re sure?”

You reached up and pulled him down kissing him deeply, “Why stop now?”

He quickly reached over into his side drawer, after a few seconds of rummaging around he came back with a condom. You smiled and shook your head as you sat up, “Your desk drawer, really?”

“Hey, this is where I live.” He pointed out with raised eyebrows to make a point as he pushed his underwear down and rolled the condom on.

You rolled your eyes slightly and he leaned in close to your face, supporting his weight on the edge of the desk on either side of you, “Now where were we?” With each word he pushed you back further till you were resting on your elbows.

He looked to you one more time for confirmation before you nodded in encouragement. He watched your face as he slowly rubbed the tip of his penis over your wet entrance, letting it slide up over your clit. Your hips bucked slightly as he continued. He teased you until he finally entered, with every thrust inching deeper until you had taken all of him in. You felt yourself tighten around him and a slight moan escape his lips.

He rolled his hips and a gasp left your lips. A type of lust you never had felt seemed to switch on. The energy in the room felt like it was building up between the two of you with every rhythmic pulse. As the energy built the pace between you became rough and frantic. You reached up grabbed behind his neck, pulling yourself up into a more seated angle. His grip on your hips tightened and you could feel his fingernails digging into you slightly. You felt his lips dancing on you neck as you let your head fall back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape in ecstasy.

You held on as long as you could not wanting it to end, but within moments the energy building exploded out in a wave of satisfaction. You clung to Wells as your legs seized and shook uncontrollably and you felt yourself clench down. The pressure was enough to send him over the edge as he let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a heavy breath.

The two of you stood there a moment, still, enjoying the euphoria. You could feel his legs shaking slightly as he pulled out and lazily took care of the condom. Your breath was still heavy and your heart still racing as he pulled up his pants, leaving them unzipped.

He walked up to you, gently kissing you, “I’m sorry about before, I can get pretty wrapped up in my work.”

“I forgive you, on one condition.” You smile. “Buy me dinner and we will call it even.”

Wells laughed slightly, “No,” You looked at him with a puzzled look, “I’ll make you dinner.”

“You cook?” You almost sounded surprised.

Wells looked a little offended, “It’s a hobby, now get dressed so we can go to the store.”

You smiled and quickly did as he said before catching up with him in the hallway. As you stood on the elevator waiting for the doors to close you felt his fingers gently tangle with yours.

Everybody Ships Trixya (Trixya) - Mac

AN: Hello all you lovely people! I have been hella busy this past month, and it is only going to get worse from here. I am terribly sorry for not posting in a while, but lets be honest, none of y'all missed me that much. I am back from the dead with some Trixya angst because why not. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Trixie suggests that she and Katya date, and Katya gives her all the reasons they shouldn’t.(Also, there is a lot of seeing into Katya’s mind, and those parts are all italicised)

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20. Giving Dean hugs and kisses when he needs it. (Which is a lot, especially in the earlier seasons)

A/N: The AC in my dorm room is broken so it was hella hot all night and I couldn’t really sleep T-T
Also, this one takes place during DemonBlood!Sam time. Just thought I’d make that clear before you start reading! Enjoy!

Word count: 665


“You okay, Dean?” she murmurs, brushing her hand down his back.

“I’m fine,” he says, but she can hear the undercurrent in his voice. It’s subtle, but she’s grown closer to him with all the time she’s spent around the Winchester boys.

“Okay,” she nods, looking at him in the eye so that he can tell that she is there for him if he needs it. “I’m here, though.”

He nods, dropping a few bills on the table before taking her hand to guide her out of the diner they had just eaten dinner.

She notices his brusqueness as they walk; she had convinced him that since the motel was only a little ways away that they could go for a nice walk rather than taking Baby.

It had taken a lot of convincing, more than it really should have to get a grown ass man to go for a little walk.

She threads her fingers through his, not saying a word, as she caught up to him.

“Hey,” she whispers, pulling him to a halt. He stops and looks at her, noticing the determined look in her eyes. “You don’t want to talk, then don’t talk. Just let me be here for you.”

“You’ll only get hurt in the end,” he breathes, his gaze flickering to the ground. His jaw clenches as his eyes slip closed. His voice is thick with his next sentence. “I don’t want to see you hurt. I know what I need to do.”

“You won’t hurt me,” she murmurs, her heart shattering with the tears that are building in the corners of his eyes. “Dean.”

The wall breaks at that moment, and she pulls him into a hug instantly.

He holds her tight, like his life depends on it. His shoulders shake as her arms snake around them, hushing him gently.

It’s been years since he’s broken down like this, even longer since he’s had someone to hold him when he broke and put him back together.

“It’s okay,” she breathes into his hair, as his face was buried in the juncture between her neck and shoulder. “It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to be unsure of the future.”

His grip tightens, and she kisses his temple softly, moving one hand to run it through his hair.

“It’s okay to worry about Sam. It’s okay to cry,” she continues, stroking the back of his neck gently. “It’s what you do with that fear and worry that does matter.”

She loosens her hold only just enough to press her lips to his forehead.

“This will be okay, Dean,” she tells him, sliding her hand down his back. “We’ll figure out what’s going on with Sam, and we’ll figure this out. You’re not alone in this. We’ll figure this out.”

She presses her mouth to his forehead again and holds him silently as he managed to calm himself down.

It takes a long time for him to finally pull away from her hug, and when he does she lifts her hands to cup his cheeks.

“We’ll get through this, Dean,” she tells him, wiping her thumbs gently across his cheekbones. “We always do.”

He nods weakly, moving his hands to cover hers, pressing her into his skin.

She leans up on tiptoes and lightly grazes her lips across his, her eyes holding his.

“We can do this, Dean,” she tells him, pulling him closer as she kissed him again. He doesn’t try to pull away, and she knows that he wants her to comfort him, so she does.

Mouths collide under the street lamp a few hundred yards away from their motel room, souls intertwining in this time of need.

“What do I do?” he asks, his voice shaking. “He’s my brother. What do I do? I can’t…”

“Shh, it won’t come to that,” she shakes her head.

She pulls him in for another kiss before she pulls away, leaning her forehead to his.

“First, we have to find Ruby.”

Petition to Give Star a Fanon Surname

Not gonna lie, since I started rewatching this show, Star has quickly become one of my favorite background characters. There are a lot of others that I like as well, but there’s something about Star that makes her feel really real to me, like she really does have her own life outside of the main characters. Since Lucky in Love is the one episode where she gets any kind of focus, I figured this was as good a time as any to talk about her.

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Ok first of all, EVERYBODY BLAME @nifwrites for this, it’s all her fault and she knows it (jk ilu bb c:)

She wrote a breathtaking soulmate AU fic titled We Intertwined and I was inspired to say the least. This will be a multi-chapter (estimating 25-30 or so) Gladio soulmate AU, but if you think because it’s a soulmate fic there’s gonna be hella fluff, you’re dead wrong. Expect lots of hurt, angst, difficult situations and…there may be a death or two along the way. Either way, I hope you enjoy and are as excited as I am to take this little adventure.

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anonymous asked:

Love Love love you're writing. I scrolled back who knows how far trying to read them all! Idk if you're taking requests but if you could write a fremione where George is secretly Fred's wingman as in he talks him up whenever hermiones around because he knows that fred has a thing for her but fred has no clue. Really love your writing!

Hi, Anon! Thank you!! It makes me happy beyond words to hear that you enjoy my stories so much! And your request sounds hella cute, so of course it got me inspired! Haha! 
I posted this on ff too, for those interested!

It happened a lot lately. The most curious thing. If Fred didn’t know better, he’d think . . .but, no, that was ridiculous. Because there was no way she could…could she?

Fred Weasley fancied Hermione Granger. However insane many would think this, he fancied her. Proper. From the way she irritated him with her adherence to rules, to the way she continuously broke said rules. From the way she scrunched her nose up at his antics, to the way she’d laugh brightly at his jokes. He couldn’t help it, he was enamoured. Smitten. 

This of course wasn’t something Fred had made public. In fact, it had taken time for even himself to acknowledge his feelings and it was information he’d only shared with a select few; namely, his sister Ginny and his twin, George. The rest of Hogwarts thought the two of them as far from compatible as it could get. That they preferred to steer clear of one another. Hermione included.

Therefore, the only reason he could think was behind Hermione’s sudden decision to start talking to him and sharing ideas with him, was because she liked him back. But that would be insane. She liked Ron …didn’t she?

“ …either way, I thought you might find this interesting. I certainly did.”

Fred blinked and snapped his attention back to the brunette in front of him.

“I’m so sorry, Hermione,” he said, “I didn’t catch that.”

He could tell by the twitch of her lips that she was annoyed, but found some patience inside to give it a second try. “I was telling you that I have a book on advanced Transfiguration for you, since I heard you were interested. It specifically mentions turning inanimate objects into living things. You tried creating your own animals, right? Well, with this you might be able to.”

“Thank you, Hermione. This is brilliant. And very kind of you.”

Her peeks turned a bit pink. “It was nothing. It’s just nice to know that there are people interested in learning more, outside of their curriculum.”

Fred smiled. “Never thought you’d respect me for my intellect, but I’ll take it.”

“Just don’t make me regret it,” she said and laughed, stepping away.

Holding the book she’d handed him, Fred felt a fuzzy sort of feeling. It was nice.

Then George sat down. “Saw you talking to Granger. How’s that going?”

“Believe it or not, we actually finished having a civil conversation. I think she might be coming around on me.”

George nodded, his expression far too smug for Fred’s liking. Far, far too smug …

“What did you do?” Fred asked.

George patted him on the shoulder. “Oh, nothing, brother. Nothing.”

Fred didn’t believe him, but let it be. Whatever George had done had got Hermione talking to him, so there probably hadn’t been anything untoward at hand here. Unless George had Confunded her.

Fred dismissed that last part and continued eating his dinner.

The next few weeks however, Fred’s faith in his brother wavered, as Hermione was acting like she’d been hit with a Confundus charm or more. After lending him another one of her books, she’d appeared at his spot in the Gryffindor common room and scolded him for turning Zacharias Smith’s nose green and not stopped until he—and a very out-of-breath George, who hadn’t shown up until the last minute—had explained that he’d only done it because he’d been speaking badly about Harry. She blushed and apologised and Fred had thought that would be it.

But then similar events kept happening: Hermione would speak to him and start an amicable conversation, only to later scold or chastise or send him a cold look across the room.

It had gone so far that he now mentally prepared for either a hex or a hug whenever he saw the witch approach him. 

“What did she do now?” George asked as Fred stumbled in and immediately aimed for the bed.

Fred landed with a soft thud and held up a small jar. “Supposed to be good for healing potions. I swear, George, I don’t know what’s going on in that girl’s mind.”

His brother hummed in response and averted his eyes. “But you’re talking?”

“Oh, we’re talking. And that’s what’s confusing me.”

“But you’re overall enjoying your time together?”

Fred narrowed his eyes at his twin. “Before, you said it was nothing. That you weren’t doing anything.”

“And I’m not. Unless you count developing a new and more immediate working ‘Fever Fudge’ as nothing.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, “George?”


“Would you mind letting Hermione know I’m taking Arithmancy?”

George grinned. “Leave it to me, bro’.”

cauldron-boilme  asked:

For the AU ask: “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!” for Elucien pleaseee

naomi i ADORE you 

(also i’m assuming this isn’t a dialogue prompt so much as a situation prompt bc i can’t really work either of them saying that OUT LOUD into the narrative and i prefer it how it is hope that’s okay)

“This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!” + Elucien 

Libraries were supposed to be quiet places. 

Elain had always liked quiet places. Not too quiet, mind, because silence brought its own kind of discomfort, but the sort of quiet that was warm and soft at the edges like an old blanket. 

Usually, libraries qualified. 

Setting foot in the campus library that day, Elain knew that her sanctuary had officially been violated. 

Dropping her sodden umbrella into the bin by the door, Elain wiped her shoes on the mat before stepping onto the carpet. The library was brimming with students driven indoors by the rain, filling up the tables and milling around the stacks. Elain had come there to study, but it looked like she’d be fetching the books she needed and relocating somewhere that smelled a little less like cheese. 

Someone was having a picnic in the Ancient History section. 

Elain marched up to the front desk, dodging an abandoned skateboard on the way. Mrs Carlyle was an older woman, the stereotypical librarian to a T … almost. She wore burgundy wrap dress, pearl earrings, and her glasses on a chain. She was also listening to music through her headphones loud enough to drown out any sound in the library. Metallica, from Elain could tell. 

She reached over to get Mrs Carlyle’s attention, finding the task impossible. The big glass bay window behind her showed the reflection of her screen, and she was … playing solitaire? 

Sighing, Elain craned her neck to see if she could find the books she’d had put on reserve for her. Sure enough, they sat there in a neat stack with a small note in Mrs Carlyle’s precise handwriting: Archeron, Elain. And she could almost reach them … 

“Having trouble?” 

Elain looked up, feeling as though she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. A man stood there, one she recognised from around the place. A TA, if she wasn’t mistaken–and it would be hard to be mistaken here, as he was certainly distinctive. Tall, lean, red-haired and with a scar over his left eye that extended down towards his jawline like a tear.

“Uh, yeah,” she said, flustered. “I can’t seem to–” She waved a hand in Mrs Carlyle’s general direction, receiving an understanding nod from him in return. 

Stepping up to the other spot behind the desk, he put a hand on the stack of books she’d been eyeing. “These yours?” 

“Yes, thank you.” 

He put them through quickly, as though he’d done it before. “There you go, Archeron, Elain,” he said, sliding them towards her. “Your bag looks kind of full. Do you have a tote bag or something to carry them in? It’s raining pretty heavily out there.” 

“No, but I’ll be fine.” She cringed at how casual she sounded. He was a TA hanging out in the library. A very cute TA hanging out at the library. She shouldn’t sound so flippant about the health of the books she borrowed. “I won’t let them get wet, obviously–” 

“Obviously,” he repeated, smirking. “Look, I’m on my way out. I came here to get some work done, but, well …” 

“The library has turned into the quad?” 

His grin twisted his scar, or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, it was endearing. “What I mean to say is, if you need help navigating the puddles with your umbrella, books, and very heavy-looking bag, I’d be happy to play the good samaritan.” 

“You’ve already done well enough at that.” She considered his proposal for a moment, and a moment was all it took. “But I’d really appreciate it if you would.” 

“All right, Archeron, Elain.” He pushed out from behind the desk, squeezing Mrs Carlyle’s shoulder on his way past. She waved him off, not bothering to remove her headphones. “Into the storm we go.” 

He took her books from her, walking with her to the front door. “I’m Vanserra, Lucien.” 

“Meaning Lucien’s your first name?” 

“I think we should address one another formally, Archeron, Elain. We’re in a library, after all.” 

Laughing, she grabbed her umbrella from the tin full of them, wrinkling her nose at the inch of dirty water gathered in the bottom. They stepped outside, still under the awning and shielded from the rain. The cold air still whipped at their faces and hands, devouring every and any inch of exposed skin it could find. 

Good, thought Elain. Maybe it would combat her blush. 

The umbrella was finicky, a relic left over from her youth. She didn’t quite have the funds to buy one of better quality, so she was left with this, the light blue colour faded until it almost matched the white polka-dots. The mechanism was rusted and stubborn, refusing to do anything more than click at Elain angrily as she tried to deploy the umbrella. Was that the right term? Deploy? Perhaps Lucien knew–

The umbrella flared to life with a pained cry … nope, that had not been the umbrella. 

Her books toppled to the (blessedly dry) pavement with a series of thuds, followed by Lucien’s knees in short order. He doubled over, hands clutching his stomach right where she’d hit him with the tip of the umbrella. 

“Oh my god!” Elain exclaimed, dropping down beside him to the sounds of hooting and hollering coming from inside the library. Apparently her utter mortification was amusing. “I’m so, so sorry–” 

“It’s fine,” he said, voice strained. “You missed anything vital.” 

“Should I–should I call someone?” She cursed at herself internally. What a ridiculous thing to say–

“I don’t think an ambulance will be necessary, but thank you.” Lucien started gathering the books up, moving to his feet. “How about you take the books and I’ll manage the umbrella.” 

“That sounds like a good idea,” Elain said, relieved to see him on his feet. 

Looking past her, he sighed. “There’s just one slight problem with that.” 

Elain peeked back over her shoulder, horrified at the sight that greeted her: her umbrella, spiralling away at the wind’s whim. 

So that’s what the people inside had been laughing at.

“I’d chase after it myself, but I’m still a little winded from my near-fatal stabbing at your hands.” 

Elain squawked indignantly, dropping her bag of textbooks on the ground–

And right onto his foot. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she cried. 

“Elain,” he grunted. “The umbrella, please.” 

“Oh, right!” Turning her collar up against the wind, Elain ran out into the rain, boots splashing in the puddles as she tried to catch the umbrella now blowing haphazardly over the lawn. It took her three tries of getting a fingertip’s length from it only to have it ripped away from her by the wind before she finally had it in her hand. She sprinted back to Lucien, soaked to the skin by the time she returned.

“Enjoy that, did you?” she asked, noting his grin. 

“Very much,” he confirmed, holding her bag out to her. “My favourite part was when you ran back with the umbrella and didn’t think to use it to keep yourself dry.” 

Elain groaned. “Shut up or I’ll poke you again.” 

Exchanging the umbrella for the books, Elain was left with the carrying duties and Lucien with the umbrella from hell (umbr-hella, Elain’s mind supplied unhelpfully). They stepped out into the rain at last, departing to the sound of applause and cheers from their gathered audience in the library.

thanks for the prompt, i had a lot of fun with it 

prompt guide here. feel free to prompt me more


Gajevy high school commission for @twit-what-things! Thank you for commissioning me, Whitney! <3

word count:1.1k

pairing: gajevy with mention of nalu

characters: gajeel, levy, lucy, and mention of natsu

Levy thought this was an ordinary day. It would consist of burning holes through the back of her math teacher’s head as he droned about showing work, eating lunch with Lucy, and possibly looking at Gajeel’s stupid face.

Today was not one of those days. Gajeel had stolen her lunch–again. It wasn’t as if he had stolen her lunch three times that week, leading Levy to go to class with her stomach grumbling.

“See ya later, shrimp!” Gajeel laughed uproariously, his big stupid body bolting faster than Levy’s legs could possibly carry her. Shaking a fist, she raced after him anyway.

“Get back here, punk!” Levy yelled at Gajeel from across the hall as he ran away with her lunch. What the hell was up with him grabbing her lunch and running away? It was like he had a problem with her eating tuna sandwiches all day. Damn. She really enjoyed them.

As she glared at the small-time gangster as he swung around the corner, Levy crossed her arms and sauntered over to Levy with a sigh. Lucy smiled gently at her best friend before dropping her gaze back to the thick book she was reading.

“Did Gajeel get away from you again?” Lucy asked, not lifting her eyes from her book.

“Yes. It’s hella annoying,” Levy scoffed, frowning.

“You know, when you say ‘hella’ you sound a lot less badass than you’re trying to be. You sound like a basic–” Lucy said, a soft smirk beginning to cross her face.

“I get it. No need to explain,” Levy replied, holding up her palm to keep her best friend from talking–and making a social faux pas. Lucy enjoyed making up her own ‘swear words’, which further solidified her geek girl status. Levy wasn’t quite sure how she and Lucy became friends because of their different social ties, but they had stuck together throughout eight years.

“I think I have a theory about why he takes your lunch everyday,” Lucy said after a moment of scanning the book in her hand. Snapping it shut, Lucy pursed her lips and waited for Levy to respond.

There was silence between the two until Levy scoffed. “What’s the theory, O’ Wise One?”

“You two have fission.”

“What the everloving fuck is fission?”

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saw some anti-talisto on my dash so here have some nice talisto headcanons!

  • Mephisto often has nightmares, where he’s back in Gramorr’s grasp.
    • When Talia catches on and learns the signs of having nightmares, she gently coaxes him into waking up
    • She also learns that playing her guitar and singing softly helps him calm down and find his center
      • She starts keeping her guitar by the bedside
    • He nuzzles into her hair as she plays until the music lulls him back to sleep.
      • She kisses him on the forehead and plays a couple more songs before going back to sleep herself
  • Talia has a deep appreciation for Mephisto’s love of learning magic.
    • She knows Aurianna and Iris work hard on theirs, but they don’t love it the same way she and Mephisto seem to
    • She doesn’t rush him, and in turn he helps her with spells that require two people
    • Learning magic is never a chore to either of them
    • They always make sure the set aside some time for their friends and for each other
      • Mephisto sometimes has to remind Talia that too much work isn’t a good thing and convinces her to take a break or go to bed
  • A lot of their dates take place in areas Mephisto attacked or infiltrated in disguise in the past
    • He feels a little guilty at first, but Talia is quick to convince him it’s okay
    • She just wants him to have the chance to see everything she’s come to love and enjoy on Earth
      • He loves the beach the most, and she enjoys the caves and park
  • When Talia introduces Mephisto to Izira, he’s hella nervous
    • They hold hands, and Mephisto squeezes every time his nerves take over
    • She squeezes back to ensure everything is going fine
  • Mephisto is always calling Talia by different nicknames to try getting a laugh out of her.
    • Mostly she laughs when it’s a really complex one that only the two of them will get
    • In retaliation, Talia always pokes or tickles him when he’s least expecting it to startle a laugh
  • Both of them go out of their ways to learn more about their partner’s respective kingdoms
    • They make visits to both to help with recovery after Gramorr’s reign
      • Mephisto summons his monsters without using dark magic, and used them to help with rebuilding
      • Talia volunteers to teach younger kids about magic and the history of their kingdoms

That’s all I’ve got for now! :>

Avengers 4: Double Date

Yeah, Tony’s not sure what his life has become either, but apparently double dates with human-born aliens and their alien-born alien significant others is now, possibly, a regular occurrence.

Okay, yeah, he’s married to Pepper, and, yeah, going on a movie date isn’t really something either of them have done, but Peter and Gamora don’t appear to have gone on many “conventional” dates for whatever reason, and somehow a discussion comparing movie theaters in the ‘80s to today turned into going on a double movie date.

Pepperony Week 2017, Day 7: Free

(read on ao3 or ffn) // (read prev. pepperony week 2017 works here!!)


It’s been an interesting couple of weeks.

The Avengers may or may not have just won an, uh, intergalactic war, for one thing. Tony’s still trying to wrap his head around it all: aliens and Infinity Stones and Thanos.

And, of course, their new alien friends (besides Thor)—

The Guardians of the Galaxy.

Yeah, Tony decided to just not question the name either.

(And, hey, who is he to judge? He’s in charge of a group called the Avengers, which is only slightly less dorky-sounding than Guardians of the Galaxy, to be honest.)

A week ago, he’d been ready to stare down death in the face for the protection of his family, friends, and home planet (and entire universe?).

Now he’s in a movie theater, watching some dumb new action movie.

Pepper’s curled into his side, though. That’s a plus.

And he’s holding a bucket of popcorn for them to share. Sweet, buttery death after an actually close brush with death. Another plus.

On the other side of Pepper, though?

Peter Quill.

And his…partner? Girlfriend? Date? Wife? Tony really doesn’t know…his Gamora tucked comfortably into his side, curiously examining a piece of popcorn for herself.

Yeah, Tony’s not sure what his life has become either, but apparently double dates with human-born aliens and their alien-born alien significant others is now, possibly, a regular occurrence.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I ask NSFW headcanons for my lovely Mikasa?

I will certainly try, anon! Here goes nothin’…

  • Mikasa may be cold in the streets, but she’s a freak in the sheets.
  • Seriously. The only hint her s/o has at knowing she’s completely ready to ravish them is a simple look. She doesn’t tend to make her feelings–or arousal–known until they are alone.
  • All bets are off then, though–Mikasa is hardly gentle when she wants her s/o, so you can safely assume there is lots of grabbing and sloppy kissing.
  • Mikasa is hella strong, too, so she often uses that to her advantage and lifts her s/o up to press them against the wall, enjoying the way their legs wrap around her and their hips grind into hers.
  • She obviously prefers to be dominant because she loves being the one to make her s/o writhe and scream, but that doesn’t mean she’s opposed to letting her s/o ravage her, too.
  • She’s not a loud person–mostly quiet noises and groans, though she definitely likes to let her s/o know they’re doing a good job by running her fingers through their hair or lifting her hips against their mouth.
  • Sex ends with lots of love bites and bruises, but neither party cares too much. They’re also both exhausted from expelling so much energy, so it’s safe to say they’re pretty much always falling asleep afterward, her s/o’s head on her chest and her arms wrapped protectively around them.

rabbitsandgoggles  asked:

Do you have any head canons for the janitor?

*he cares for all of the children
*he’s basically a dad
*he’s hella gay for The Bellhop
*he tucks every child in every night
*he (like Seven) becomes very nervous was Six starts climbing stuff
*but he enjoys climbing around with Six at times
*in his free time, he enjoys going to the library area and reading
*he loves coffee
*he has a good relationship with The Granny
*very terrified of the The Lady and will do anything to obey her just so she won’t get angry
*Six comes and sleeps with him a lot because of her nightmares. He used to bring her back after she fell asleep again, but after one night when she had another nightmare when in his room, he kept her with him. Since then, he allows Six to stay with him all night
*if he wakes up in the middle of the night, the first thing he does is check on all of the children

anonymous asked:


Ahhhh~ I would die happy if I got to bury my face in Bokuto’s back <3 He’s my total beefy babe tbh – I think I love him more than all the other characters of Haikyuu!!!! (scandalous!!!!) Anyway, I’m sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up for you and thanks for requesting like a century ago ;D – Admin Satori <3

Bokuto Koutarou:

Training camps were always a pain, for the most part. Sore muscles, long exercises, lots of bruises and strained hamstrings. Bokuto really loved volleyball with his whole heart and soul, but he knew when he was getting irritated and depressed at his efforts going unnoticed by the unforgiving sport.

But this training camp was different!

You’d come along with him this time!

The moment you’d told him you were going to the training camp with him, as moral support, he’d immediately erupted in cheers and had peppered your face in a million kisses. And, yes, he had counted the kisses. He had to properly repay you for your kindness after all.

He’d seen you come in and out of the gym, standing on the sidelines and cheering him on during practice, giving out the bottles of water to each of his teammates and himself. He’d given you a hug each time he’d come off the court, and, each time, you complained about the amount of sweat he was drenching you in. But he’d see your smile or feel you giggling against his chest and he’d know that you didn’t really mind the sweat.

But it’d been about 2 hours since he’d seen you in the gym, and it was getting a little late for someone as small and as adorable as you to be walking around without an escort. Him, specifically.

He knew you liked to come and go as you pleased, so he didn’t really question it too much – Kuroo had caught his attention and pulled him into the 3rd gym, where he’d also recruited his two favorite first years from Karasuno, his own bumbling wanna-be Ace, and Bokuto’s favorite setter.


The sound of Bokuto’s spike hitting the floor echoed through the gym above Kuroo’s frustrated groan.

“Ahaha! HEY HEY HEY!” Bokuto cheered happily, sticking his tongue out at Kuroo, who was pouting to himself about the missed block. “Come on, Kuroo! Where’s your game today? Forget it back at Nekoma?” Bokutoa teased, feeling his confidence soaring.

“Yeah, yeah, lucky shot, Bo. Try it again, see if you get through so easily.” Kuroo smirked as he stood tall on his side of the net, his hands on his hips and a challenge in his dark gold eyes.

Bokuto bristled a bit at the challenge, “What? You don’t think I can? I did it during practice today, and I can do it aga-“

Bokuto almost fell forward into the net at the feeling of something colliding with his back. He thought it was Akaashi throwing a volleyball at him to get him to stop shit talking and focus. But he distinctly heard Akaashi’s shoes squeaking towards the bench for his water bottle. And it hadn’t been Hinata, because he was in Bokuto’s line of sight being taunted by Lev and his overconfidence in his shit receives. He felt small hands lay over his stomach and a face being pressed into his back.

“Oh?” Bokuto raised his eyebrows, looking through Kuroo as he felt your body pressing back against his, “____! What a surprise! I was wondering where you went off to! You missed it, I spiked the HELL out of this ball right past Kuroo! It’s like Kuroo didn’t even know what he was doing!” Bokuto laughed loudly, sticking his tongue out at Kuroo as his best friend waved him off with a placating smile before walking over to Kenma to bother him.

But you didn’t respond with the usual excitement at his news. You didn’t react at all, really. He frowned a bit and squeezed your hands in his. But your only response was to move your hands to fully grasp his, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing your face further into his back.

Bokuto frowned a bit, not liking that you were seemingly ignoring him while right there behind him. “____? Did you hear me? I kicked Kuroo’s ass! I got my ball to fly right by his dumb face!” Bokuto smiled a bit, but felt it fall immediately after when he only heard silence from your end. “____? Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

Finally, you’d had enough time to compose yourself, and you pulled away from his back as he turned around to face you properly. The wetness on your face could easily be explained away as his sweaty back (gross lmao), and the redness could be from the cool air nipping at your bare face outside. You gave your boyfriend a wide smile, “That’s wonderful, Kou! You’re so amazing!” You cheered softly, keeping your arms wrapped around his middle and resting your chin on his chest.

He wasn’t buying it though, and he cupped your face before leaning down and giving a wonderfully soft, tender kiss to your lips. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t really know how to ask, he’d never been good with words or with delving into your emotions. He was an emotional wreck, 24/7, without any inhibitions to hold back how he feels about any number of subjects. But you’d always been the cool headed one, always kept your calm. You were his anchor on reality when he got too worked up about the silliest things. And that’s why he loved you with all his heart.

But it all came crashing down right then as he realized… he’d never even thought you felt things on the same intensity as he did. He’d probably never even thought that you, also, had feelings that swayed your decisions erratically. Maybe not as erratically as his, no one felt as strongly as Bokuto when he was in one of his moods. Bokuto felt his heart drop to his stomach, and you could tell there was something wrong with him now as he turned his eyes to look at the space just above your eyes.

You, always thinking about the other person over your own well being, felt a quiet panic rise in your heart as his shaken face, and you pulled your hands from around his middle to place over his on your cheeks, “Kou? That’s amazing, Kou, sweetheart. You slammed that ball down right next to Kuroo-san!” You gave him a wide smile, pushing your own feelings away for the moment, there was plenty of time to go through your own issues when Bokuto wasn’t around. The moment he saw you struggling with your own erratic feelings was the moment, you thought, he wouldn’t need you anymore.

Oh… how wrong you were.

so i was discussing spider-man: hoco with a non-marvel-fan friend, and she very much enjoyed it!! hooray!! however, she kept saying that when peter corrects tony (”i’m 15″) it completely ruined her suspension of disbelief bc “he looks nothing like a 15 y/o!!!”

yes. this is true. but due to the stuntwork and physical requirements of this role, peter had to be played by an 18+ person. (also, they needed someone who’s appearance was reliable for years to come and 18- teens change a hella lot physically). 

Tom Holland was 19 when he was cast as Peter Parker. This is the youngest marvel hero casting we’ve had. And he looks young for his age. Literally the only reason she made a deal out of it was bc he’s buff as hell and no 15 y/o is that buff. FAIR POINT. But – Peter Parker is a superhero lmao. 

I then mentioned Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield, and how Tom Holland at least looked like a young adult and not a full grown ass man. She responded with, “i guess….”

I love my friend. I totally understand what she’s saying. I’m completely blowing this out of proportion, but I just gotta say: TOM HOLLAND WAS AMAZINGLY CAST. THEY FINALLY NAILED A YOUNG PETER PARKER. THEY OBVIOUSLY ARE NOT GONNA CAST A REAL 15-YEAR-OLD. YOUR STANDARDS ARE IMPOSSIBLE. this was a short lil rant, peace homies ✌

Undertum as a whole AU (headcanons)

@bellybesties came up with this but I think it’d be cool to come up with some headcanons/concepts for a full on AU for Undertum.

I’m not really a pro writer so I have no idea if any of this is good ot not but hwere you go.

You can suggest your own and add on more if you want to. These are just my ideas to try and get the concept going.

Under the cut, because there is a hella lot of writing here.

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My Review of Teen Wolf  6x11 - Said the Spider to the Fly

I re-watched the episode because I needed to refresh my memory of what happened, and is it just me but it feels like 6B has a heavy season 3 vibe. especially with the “We opened a door to another world”, which reminds me so much of, “You opened a door in your minds. This kind of power is like a magnet. It will draw them here”.

This first episode set up the story arc perfectly, in my opinion. The anticipation to find out what got let out, why is Derek wanted for mass murder, why are the animals killing one another (which is a parallel to season 3 when the deer, crows, etc all did the same thing because they could sense something was coming) and how will certain characters come back and how do they fit in with everything?. I’m sure there is plenty more, but I’m loving this nostalgic vibe and how there are many reminders of past seasons already hinted.

6x11 had it’s funny, light moments at the beginning and with Malia wanting to go to Pairs. But I love the dark element, I loved it throughout season 3 and to have it sorta in a way come back is really exciting for me.

- Favourite Scenes

1. Stiles In The FBI
I kept wondering when we were going to see Stiles, and I half expected him to pop up in a flashback or something, but the way he appeared was so much better!. I’m so proud! Seeing Stiles walk up those stairs, stand on the FBI seal and attend a class was the highlight of this episode. It shows that Dylan/Stiles really needs to be in the entire 10 episodes, because I immediately got so happy when I saw him. I also didn’t expect to cry, but then again they might of been  happy tears more than anything else. I hope that we do get to see Stiles in action at Quantico, but I rather see him back in Beacon Hills with Scott, Lydia and the others.

Apart of me wonders if Stiles may go to Scott’s dad for help with this whole Derek situation?. Maybe to find out more about it?. We all saw a glimpse of Stiles returning to town in his Jeep (I wonder how he got it back from Scott?) and Derek appeared beside him, so do they cross paths at some point. Does Stiles track down Derek, does Derek go to Stiles for help?. I mean they’re quite a few questions that I can’t wait to get the answers for. Plus watching Stiles go all FBI is something that I am very eager to see. Stiles Stilinski FBI Agent has a very nice ring to it. ;)

By the way the scene gets so much better the more you watch it. I cry, I laugh and then I whisper “damn it” because I have to wait a week for the next episode to find out what is going on ahaha. But putting that aside, it was the perfect way to end the episode.

2. Voicemail From Stiles
The moment Lydia, Scott and Malia were sitting on Scott’s bed listening to the voicemail Stiles left for the group really was a sweet moment. The fact that Lydia didn’t want to call him after nearly losing him, she’s looking out for her man and I’m getting all the Stydia feels. And when Malia and Scott said that if they didn’t tell him, he’d be pissed was really cute to see. I’m glad that we got to hear and see how happy Stiles is to be recruited in the FBI. And it warms my heart that they know just how much being in the FBI means too him, but also that whenever something weird happens in Beacon Hills that he’d want to be apart of it, no matter what.

I just want to add that even though I miss the old pack majorly, I think after watching Malia develop on her own and become her own character, she really now fits better in the pack. And watching her react to Stiles voicemail and even when he mentioned he missed Lydia, was nice to watch. She has come a long way and it showed throughout 6A and I hope it continues in 6B.

3. Lydia
Can Holland get an award for her acting?. I can’t believe she hasn’t been acknowledge yet, I mean playing someone that was in an catatonic state for majority of season 5, deserved to be acknowledge. Whenever Holland does Banshee scenes I sit back and watch in awe, and the scene where she is in the school with the spider webs was no different. No dialogue on her part, it was all done through facial expressions and Holland nails it every time. What I found most interesting about that particular scene was when voice that said, “You let it out, you’re were suppose to ride with the Wild Hunt forever”. <—- who was suppose to ride with the Wild Hunt forever?. Is he talking about Stiles or the pack, or is he referring to the creature that was let out?. These Banshee scenes are definitely ones that you have to pay attention too, because if anyone is going to find out who/what got released I reckon it will be Lydia via her Banshee intuition.

4. Hellhound vs Hellhound
I feel like I’m the only one that is sorta mad that they killed off the other Hellhound?. I understand it was to show that there is a way to kill one, but I would have rather him stay alive and find out more about him. So I really hope that we still get too.

But let’s talk about the fight in the school hallway of all places ahaha. Obviously this Hellhound knew exactly what he was doing, he probably has been a Hellhound for many years, there is no doubt he was a lot stronger than Parrish so it didn’t exactly make the fight fair, but I enjoyed watching the scene. And then when Liam stepped in, I did panic but he proved to be fearless and he did stand his ground, despite getting clawed. I have a feeling that fight scenes in 6B are going to be hella good.

- Least Favourite Scene

1. Guidance Counsellor
Right from the get go we got introduced to this new school guidance counsellor, I knew she was bad news. It’s like Beacon Hills High School keeps recruiting bad teachers, I mean how many times has a teacher tried to kill their students?. Hands down she is one of the hunters coming to eliminate the supernatural or she is a hunter in training?. And I believe she is one of the reasons why the students turn on Scott and the pack. I reckon she is going to out all of them, maybe via the list that Lydia put in her mum’s drawer. She is definitely shady and unless you’re Peter Hale anyone else that’s shady, has got to go!.

- My rating of the episode (it will be a rating out of 10)
I will rate this episode a 7/10

- Favourite Quotes
MASON: Wounds heal, people move, things change

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend some BTS authors ?

YES, YES, I CAN. THESE PEOPLE AND THEIR FICS ALL DESERVED TO BE LOVED. PLEASE SEND THEM LOVE. there’s no smut on this list though since I have never read anything from that genre and don’t plan to, so get ready for disgustingly cute fluff or heart wrenching angst. (also i’m totally copying rys’s idea of putting quotes, so copyright infringement 2016 rys the thirsty af jimin stan please don’t sue me i’m barely legal)

♡ An ; @zephyoongist

AN IS THE BESTEST, GREATEST, HELLA RAD-EST WRITER EVER. lmao this is probably favoritism, but she’s so extraordinarily talented at writing, and she’s my bffl even though we act like complete assholes to each other 24/7. She really enjoys wrecking my cold heart on a daily basis with her stories. Thanks a lot, Pablo. I really appreciate it.

  • “’It’s like the feeling you get when you’re running, the wind in your face, the pounding of your heart so fast, you’d think it’ll burst out of your chest, the sore of your muscles, you’d  feel like your legs are going to come off but you keep running. It’s like something intense─ It’s like─ It’s like─’ ‘─Love.’” - Lucky
  • “And it all comes crashing down on him like a tidal wave. Unanswered questions and needling doubt washes away like ashore writings on sand. That’s when he understands the encrypted message you’ve been trying to tell him. I’ll take all of you, good and bad.” - Summer in December

♡ Rys ; @optosomnio

ONE OF MY FAVORITEST PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WIDE UNIVERSE. Her writing is really cute and fluffy, but also super duper comedic. And I absolutely love it. It’s like watching a rom com movie, except you’re reading it and it’s with bts. Can it get any better? and please send her memes and pick up lines, and also kappa and jimin pictures.

  • “It’s here and now–with the morning sun just barely peeking out from the roofs as you drowsily brush your teeth, toothpaste dripping from the corner of your mouth–that Taehyung finally decides that he is officially in love with you. And hopelessly so, he concludes.” - Seal
  • “He only laughs harder, as if set on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face. He doesn’t laugh at you for a good few years after that.” - Soul

♡ Mia ; @annyeongs

AH, MIA MY LOVELY CUTECUMBER AND FINEAPPLE; SHE’S SO SO TALENTED AT WRITING. She enjoys slaying me with her bts x hogwarts bulletpoint aus and her ghost au. Also, Jimin isn’t even my bias, but her scenarios are really making me rethink that. And, are you a 90 degree angel? Because you are looking right ayyy

  • “Sunset eyes watch them in silent agony, helpless fingertips itching to reach out, but mind reminding that it’s useless. He should be used to it by now, but strangely, it’s a painful kind of numbness he feels when he looks at them.” - Touch
  • “ He looks absolutely gorgeous and unearthly and breathtaking in the dimly lit room, the warm yellow rays of the streetlights reflected on his face as he tilts his head, and lets out a silent laugh. You can’t take your eyes off of him, especially not with the slight buzz of alcohol coursing through your system, and especially not when he’s smirking at you like that.” - Haunted

♡ Missy ; @an-exotic-writer

MISSY IS MY DARLING SUNSHINE FLOWER. She’s a complete sweetheart and she really needs to fly over and visit me, and help me get my driver’s license lol. Her writing is to die for, like it’s a gift from the gods or something, so please just read everything of hers. Oh, and are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling wey hey

  • “But when Taehyung’s looking at you with such love and adoration in his eyes and when he smiles, it’s like you’ve found the true meaning of home, you’re willing to take a chance on it.” - fwb; taehyung
  • “’Drop the next beat!” Hoseok hollers, already putting on the next track and in between, Yoongi may or may not have forgotten his words and lines because maybe, he’s lost them all to you.” - Stolen Words

♡ Vivian ; @jiminniejuseyo

VIVIAN WRITES SO BEAUTIFULLY AND POETICALLY I CRY. Compared to art, her writing is like the sistine chapel ceiling frescoes, yep. And, she’s oh so wonderful and really sweet, and yeah, go adore her and her stories please because I sure do.

  • “He smelled nice, woodsy; of his light, iris scented shampoo and morning dew scented shower gel – whatever that was – an aroma of coffee all over him and the faintest, tiniest hint of rose scented mattresses. Home.” - All That Matters
  • “You grinned coyly, the relaxing coldness of the revolver in your left hand soothing you as you peered around the large lobby, meeting the hungry gazes of men as he glanced down your body, clad in high waisted shorts and denim jackets.” - Queen of Disaster

♡ Sasha & Chloe ; @hobieful

SASHA IS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE. And I’ve never spoken to Chloe, but she seems like really chill and nice, so heyyy there if you see this. But also, they’re both super amazing writers, so it’s like a double threat. If you’re looking to get wrecked twice, then I direct you to their blog.

  • “’But I never had a place, not in your house of memories.’ His cries were like the cry of a werewolf, writhing in agony from its transformation. Only this one, the agony seeped more than into his bones, it seeped deep into his heart.” - House of Memories
  • “But then he turns towards you, and his eyes lock into yours, darker than black yet filled with a silver that promised life, and glinting with something you couldn’t exactly place your finger on. Even as your mind wiped itself, there is one thought that fixed itself in your mind: he can be covered in the color, but he will never, ever be white.” - Heartstrings

♡ Alyssa ; @taehxyung

ALYSSA IS A BEAUTIFUL GODDESS WHO DESERVES MUCH LOVE. She has made me cry over hogwarts jungkook every time I read it because wow, it’s a masterpiece; I love it so much. And the rest of her writing is equally destructive to your heart.

  • “Your eyes widened as you twisted in your seat to look at your Professor and a startled Jungkook. And, maybe, if you looked hard enough and passed the smug smirk, you could see his conceited look falter, a look of hurt flashing across his eyes.” - Amortentia
  • “You pitied him, sure, but you knew full well that Kim Taehyung liked Christmas less than any human being surely did and so blaring Christmas music to annoy him was rather fun.” - Mistletoe & Eggnog

♡ Kristen ; @jjungkooked

KRISTEN CAN UTTERLY RUIN YOU WITH A SINGLE SENTENCE GODDAMN. Her writing is absolute heaven, and it makes me smile and feel all nice and fuzzy inside. Sit by the window, curl up with a mug or hot chocolate or a tub of ice cream, and enjoy her writing.

  • “You definitely love him – he’s the kindest, most caring and supportive boyfriend you’ve ever had. There are days when you have to stop to think, to simply admire his entire existence. You’re convinced that you must have performed some incredible miracles in your past life to be able to deserve this boy.” - A Safe Place
  • “You crinkle your nose and blush at this, as does he, because Jungkook has these random moments where he blurts out incredibly cliché and cringe-worthy phrases that always leave you stuck between wanting to strangle him and wanting to kiss him.” - The Little Things


SHE’S LIKE A MIX OF SMARTICLES, TALENT, AND BEAUTY. like oh my goodness, her scenarios are so incredibly fluffy and sweet, they should be called cotton candy. I wholeheartedly admit that I am a complete sucker for her writing, and I adore it so so much.

  • “It wasn’t strange for Taehyung to be giving you pet names; the boy has an extensive list of terms ranging from cupcake to plum to hazelnut– never have you heard him call you the same thing twice, but they all share the common aspect of revolving around food, usually sweet, just like him.” - Honey
  • “’Hmm, what about –’ you turn to Jimin at the same time he dips his head down to press his lips against yours, cutting you off midsentence. A squeak, or a halfway hiccup sounds and catches in your throat, mostly at the kiss but also about how soft and full Jimin’s lips are on yours; they feel as nice as they look.” - Hiccups

♡ Faryn & Cherri ; @bapsae-bae

So, I have not talked to these two wonderful, amazingly talented human beings before, but I just found their writings, and can I just say, I fell completely in love with their stories? Faryn’s fluff slays me so much, and Cherri’s gang au leaves me in suspense, and wowie.

  • “And you couldn’t focus when his lips were kept moving like that, with words you couldn’t process tumbling gracefully from his mouth. His hair was tinted so beautifully with a glow from the backdrop of the setting sun and your mind was white noise so you didn’t stop yourself from cutting him off and pressing your lips to his.” - Sunset Frost
  • “This so-called candyman was completely gorgeous, and you could only stare from your frozen position on the floor when you realized so. You watched as his eyes trailed the store until he caught eye of your cousin and was suddenly leaning over the glass counter with a heartstopping playful smile gracing his lips.” - Candyman

I hope you did not combust from all those feels after reading all their writing, bUT THOSE ARE MY AUTHOR RECS. I HAVE MORE ON MY REC PAGE AND REC TAG :) but also, please send me recs, too; i have a hard time finding nonsmut fics tbh

anonymous asked:

Give me appearance headcanons for female/lesbian!percy!!! (I think she'd be really freaking short)

anon you’ve just earned my eternal love and devotion because SO DO I.

  • very very petite, angular, sharp
  • she looks fey, the same way i always thought canon percy looks otherwordly, except more so because she’s smaller and not masc looking
  • she enjoys playing it up with makeup. lots of glitter and eyeliner, she looks like a mystical pixie when she’s going out at night
  • abs of steel. like, beautiful abs.
  • gorgeous hair, thick, long, full, shiny. it’s still chaotic like canon, but because there’s much more of it, the weight causes it to fall in full waves.
  • she has to cut it bc it gets burned in mt. st. helens…… she cries a lot.
  • but it looks hella cute and bouncy at shoulder length, she works it.
  • super cute half up half down ponytails, like where it’s pretty high up on the head and sticks up kinda, looks cuter than should be legal
  • everyone is like no way she’s that powerful, she’s too tiny! but then she gets to work flipping around and darting quickly and dodging, and everyone’s like…. oh, got it
  • her eyeliner and her eyebrows are amazing, like always. she wears many different eyeliner colors
  • her cheekbones are so sharp they could kill a man, so is her jawline
  • she likes to dye little streaks of her hair fun colors, playing up the different shades in her hair depending on her mood and such
  • she talks about dyeing her whole head a lot but she is afraid of damaging it (annabeth yelling PERCY YOU CANNOT BLEACH YOUR WHOLE HEAD)

also she can do THIS

the thing is though i also like to think of her as trans (bc like, then she’d literally be exactly the same, you know what i mean? if you give her xx then HALF of her genetic material is different, not that that really matters because whatever it’s an au but i overthink things and that’s always bugged me about genderswap aus. but if you keep her with xy then she’s literally percy who is a girl, AND you can keep her name as perseus shortened to percy, which means you don’t have to come up with an explanation for what sally would have named an afab baby, and also you get an awesome trans girl protag which is DAMN COOL). anyway. if she’s trans then that probably means that she’s about the same height as canon, although nobody is really sure bc it’s a very new practice to start kids on blockers and hrt while they’re still teenagers and not very much is known about how that affects growth of bone density and shape and such. SO. if anyone knows more than me about this i would very much appreciate you filling in some gaps in my info!