As a Slytherin, I have quite a few thoughts on the whole “Slytherins are inherently evil” bias.
Slyrherins are not evil, many of our actions just fit in the more gray areas of the scale. Don’t get me wrong, there are some fucked up Slytherins, but there’s fucked up and twisted wizards from other houses too, BCJ and Pettigrew being some examples.
Slytherins are goal oriented and driven, unafraid to do what it takes to achieve their goals, often leading to the degradation of both mental and physical health. But at the same time, Slytherins have a personal set of rules that they create for themselves that they will not cross or break for any reason. Rules set by others are simply suggestions and will be easily tossed aside if they hinder progress, but breaking our own rules is out of the question. Sacrificing personal morals, beliefs, and personalities for any reason is not who a Slytherin is.
We’re also unafraid to admit who we are. Other houses have created horrible, twisted wizards like I’ve mentioned before, but unlike the other houses, Slytherin house isn’t afraid to claim it. Just because Slytherin openly admits to producing evil wizards doesn’t mean all Slytherins are evil does it?
Speaking of evil, what really is it anyways? Yes, murder, abuse of any sort whether mental or physical, sexual abuse, torture- all of that is shit. Cruel to the core. But putting the obvious aside, what is evil? Going against what is preordained? Forging your own path against the wishes and wills of others? Going against the normal and trying to achieve personal goals no matter what has to be done in the process? Take out the comic book concept of evil and destruction and chaos and think of some of the Slytherins considered evil. Narcissa didn’t murder, didn’t cheat, didn’t torture. Hell, she wasn’t wven branded with the Dark Mark! She sides with Voldemort and her husband in order to protect her son, her family, as we as keep peace with Lucius. She sided with Voldemort because it was the way she saw that was the easiest to achieve her goals- she was provided protection and her family was safe and protected. As soon as she realized Voldemort did not care for Lucius or herself, not did he care about the life of Draco and intended him to be murdered, she went against him and stopped fighting for him to keep her family safe. Hell she even lied about the death of Harry, the boy her family swore against, all to keep them safe and alive! She knew it was the only way to reach her son and ensure his safety!
And look at Regulus, Sirius’s brother. He didn’t want to be scorned, be mistreated like Sirius was, so he adopted the views of his family for self preservation. He followed Voldemort and even joined his ranks to ensure he would be treated the way he wanted to be. It would bring pride from his family, he wouldn’t have to suffer like he watched Sirius suffer. But as soon as he realized what Voldemort was doing was against his beliefs, his moral code, his set of rules he set for himself, Regulus revolted and even went a step further to try and stop Voldemort. As soon as he realized that Voldemort was as willing to treat others like scum, like slaves, and abuse and torture them like his parents did Sirius, the future he wanted to escape, he went against it and fought against it, even sacrificing himself to achieve his own ends. Yet he still told Kreacher not to tell his family what he’d done so they would not view him as they did Sirius.
There are much more Slytherin wizards like these two than like Vdemort, yet they’re considered evil because of the house they were sorted into. Remove the veil of evil and really analyze Slytherins. Slytherins aren’t evil, they’re self serving and goal oriented and often dont follow the same rules as others. They can definitely be assholes at some points though.
And the pure blood bias thing? Think about when Hogwarts was founded. Witch trial, witch hunts, an anti-magic mania was all happening. Slytherin wasn’t an ass, he just wanted to keep wizard kind safe from Muggles and didn’t trust Muggle Borns because regardless of possessing magic, they were still raised in a Muggle society with muggle beliefs and bias and could pose a threat to wizards and the wizarding community. They were a possible danger and Slytherin wanted to protect his own kind. Once the prejudice disappeared and the trials stopped, however, more selfish and cruel Slytherins manipulated that view of Slytherin into racist bigotry to justify their own unfounded hatred.
Although, ya know, putting a giant fucking unpredictable snake hidden in a secret chamber of the castle, regardless if your heir could control it or not, to stand guardian over the wizards of non Muggle descent to protect them from any Muggle threat, was a dumbass idea. Of course it’s bound to backfire, especially if the heir is a complete and utter bloodthirsty raving lunatic.
So yeah, ramble over. One about Hufflepuff is probably coming soon I have a lot to say about them
A trip down memory lane as Bucky tries to find the right time to tell you how he feels.
Word Count: 2,213
Warnings: Slight angst. Brief smut.
A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean Winchester fic. It’s based on Norah Jones’ “Those Sweet Words.”
Your eyes fluttered opened, your boyfriend’s
face a blur. Yet you could recognize the long, dark hair. You felt him shake
you, hear his voice from afar. Lips upturning, you tried to convey to him just
how happy you were that he was there with you. Yet when your eyes focused on
his, they were full of desperation, of frustration. You wanted to ask him what
was wrong, why did he look so distressed? Yet the darkness swept you up and you
gave in to it.
“Bucky, come on!” You grabbed
his hand, dragging him with you through the throng of people waiting to enter
the stadium. Your favorite band was on tour and were currently in New York City
and you were more than excited to hear them.
“There are too many people,”
said Bucky, grouchy expression prompting a laugh from you.
“Look!” you exclaimed, pointing
at a security guard. “Maybe he can help us find our seats.”
while im talking about biology shit though, here’s something that’s been bugging me: the turtles are referred to as cold blooded (which real turtles are) but they?? don’t have heat lamps?? or anything like that?? they would Die in the winter.
Ok! A follow up headcanon for you after talking to @iwantthemtoo .
During their time in the Nibelhiem lab, both Cloud and Zack had tracking chips implanted as well, just in case. Zack was unaware of this post escape, until he grew suspicious after two very early uncomfortably close calls.
Dutifully he made sure there was enough space between them and any retrieval teams before he stopped and checked over both himself and Cloud until he found the implantation sites and managed to remove the chips. Except, instead of destroying them or simply leaving them in one place and leaving, Zack got an idea.
Several days later, as Zack and Cloud were finally off the mountain heading south, the Turks, finally called in for assistance, were going north west, towards the entirely opposite side of the mountain.
A week after Zack discovered the chips, Hojo was presented with two very confused and agitated wild chocobo’s, one yellow, one black, each holding Cloud and Zack’s microchips respectively, buried somewhere under the layers of feathers.
It took everything within Tseng’s power and every ounce of self control not to show how amused he was as Hojo, understandably threw a fit.
Reno had Hojo’s clipboard thrown at him for laughing too hard.
Edit Bonus: ‘Cloud’ steals Hojo’s glasses off his face because they’re shiny and proceeds to play keep away, standing just tall enough to where Hojo can’t reach while Cissnei is holding onto its tether.
Reno almost passes out from laughing so much.
Okay so I’ve been looking for this specific scene for a month. And I couldn’t find it no matter how hard I tried. Then today… It pops up in my Recommended finally after who knows how long.
Anyways it always flew over my head the fact that the Professor was basically the girls’ dad because of how powerful the girls could be, but he cares for them and loves them and they go to school and he supports them. Then you’ve got this scene where it’s finally outwardly stated that they’re pretty much his daughters to him. The scene may be cheesy and cliche’d to the max but I love it.
Can i please request a bobby smut? something where reader and bobby are classmates and are secretly having a no-strings-attached kind of thing. but you get strangely jealous when your best friend and him are flirting with each other >.<
A/N: I’m sorry for the wait.
Breathy moans filled
the humid room, along with the distinct sound of the bed frame hitting the wall
and soft whimpers. It was dark, only moonlight shining into the room through
the open window. Then everything went still, the only sounds were quiet huffs
and puffs of uneven breathing. A loud groan pierced the silent room, the male
moving to the side. Then the sound of ruffling blankets, then another groan,
then the soft sound of bare feet hitting the wood flooring. More rustling
ensued, before the soft whisper of a girl bid goodbye, walking out of the room
and through the house. Finally getting to the front door, she looked at the
time on her phone. ‘02:59’ glared at her, causing her to squint her eyes in
discomfort. At the time, she kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes, slipping the
device into her back pocket and walked out the door. The air was slightly
chilled, making her hug herself just a bit tighter as she hurriedly made her
way across campus to her dormitory.
“You’ve never done it before?” I said in blissful shock.
“You say it like you’re surprised, Y/N.” He took another sip of his tea.
I sat above him on the stairs in complete silence. My best friend has never had sex in his whole life. How come I’m only just hearing about this? He looks like the type of guy who would have any girl melt at his fingertip.
“I dunno, I guess I wasn’t ready for something serious like that.” His long fingers combed through his curls.
I couldn’t help but look away when he did this. It made my heart skip a beat. I shouldn’t be looking at my best friend that way. Ashton looked up to me for a response. My fingers played with the red lip stain on the white tea cup, poking at it and occasionally smearing it.
“Your first was with that arse, Calum, wasn’t it?” I could see fire in his eyes.
I didn’t want to talk about him.
“I can’t believe you actually loved that prick.” He rolled his eyes.
“I had my reasons, Ashton.”
He made a sound of disgust, “What was he good in bed?”
I’d had enough. I stood from my seated position leaving my tea and Ashton behind on the stairs and marched to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. How dare he. He wouldn’t know how it feels to be in love, obviously. He’s never been with anyone like I have. I felt tears streaming down my face and wished Ashton had never came over today. I found comfort in my bed sheets.
Where had I even gone wrong with Calum? It was like one minute he was there and the next he was telling me goodbye and leaving for the states, taking everything but me with him. Ashton was there for me but he didn’t get it. He hated Calum ever since we started dating. They used to be friends until we got together. Ash said he knew Calum would always break my heart, it was just who he was.
I knew I wanted to give myself to Calum the night he brought me back to his flat from the pub. I’d gotten into a pretty bad brawl with another girl for getting too close to Cal for my comfort. When he told her to back off for the third time I pulled her off the bar stool onto the floor and started hitting her. Calum later said it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, sticking up for him like that.
“You look hot in my shorts.” Calum growled, jumping into the bed, his hair still wet after the shower.
I giggled as he grabbed his game controller and began to furiously play a game of FIFA. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and fiddled with the string on the over sized shorts adorning my smaller waist.
“Hey, Cal?” He hummed over still concentrating on the screen.
I crawled over, pressing pause on the controller. My legs straddled either side of his waist and he grabbed hold of my arse, the game controller falling to the carpet.
“I wanna try something.”
He raised an eyebrow and his eyes grew wide when he knew what I meant, his lips forming an ‘o’.
“Are you sure, baby?” He whispered.
I nodded, “I want you.”
-End of flashback-
A knock on the door brought me out of my deep thoughts of Ashton and Calum. I didn’t turn to see Ash walk in the room. My bed tilted but I refused to meet the gaze I knew was focused upon me. He touched my hand.
“I’m sorry.” I looked at him, his head down now.
“You don’t know what that feels like, Ash.” I felt a lump in my throat just thinking about it.
I needed to feel loved again. I needed that connection. Ashton was my best friend but sometimes it felt like I wanted him to be more. I didn’t know if he felt a mere portion of what I did.
“Are you ready now?” The words fell from my mouth before I could think about what I was asking of him.
He just stared at me his mouth slightly agape. Ashton was an open book, but right now I couldn’t read him. His pupils were dilating. My heart was pounding against my chest as I waited for an answer. I squeezed his hand.
Ashton forced his mouth onto my own, his hand flying up to catch my face. My hands found themselves tangled with his mop of curls. He smelled like rich peppermint and my favorite cologne. It was then it dawned upon me: I was going to be his first.
I broke the kiss and moved my lips to the spot just below his ear, sucking the skin. His hiss was all the conformation I need that he liked it here. I sat up and threw my legs over his own to straddle his lap. Ashtons hands settling on my abdomen and arse. I bit down harder this time intending to mark him. Rolling my hips forward into his we both moaned at the increased friction. His bulge was becoming more and more prominent through his jeans.
“Fuck, Y/N.” Ashton hissed rolling his head back.
I used his disarrayed state against him, licking a bold line up his atoms apple and gently sucking it. Ashton rose up off the mattress begging for more contact.
“You like that, daddy?” I felt Ashton twitch when I called him that.
My crotch rubbed against his clothed erection and I couldn’t help but throw my head back in pleasure. Ashton was getting restless, rocking his hips up to meet mine.
“Please.” He puffed out in my ear.
I slid off of his lap but not before needingly pecking his lips one last time. He ridded himself of his shirt and I stood before him in awe. I’ve seen Ashton shirtless before plenty of times but this was different. He was at my mercy and I was at his. I came to sit on my knees, undoing the buttons on his pants. Ashton raised up for me to pull them down his legs. He kicked them off of his feet and were left in just his briefs. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I freed his erection from the grey material and tossing them out of the way. His length slapped against his stomach. I could feel his eyes burning down on me.
Holding the length in my hand I pumped it a few times. My thumb rubbed over the pink head and Ashtons hips rose off the bed, hissing. I kitten licked over the tip before taking it in my mouth. Ashtons moans filled the room. I hollowed my cheeks to increase the pleasure and started twisting my hands back and forth over his length. He confused me when he pushed at my shoulders, causing me to release him from my mouth making a popping sound.
His hands came down to the hem of my t shirt and tugged it over my head. He already looked tired, his eyes drooping low and sweat decorating his forehead. I wasn’t nearly done yet. We haven’t even gotten to the main course.
Ashtons eyes grew wide when my head dipped back down. My tongue followed the patterns of his veins before I took him whole again, pumping harder this time. He held back my long hair. I massaged his balls with my free hand and it was enough to send him over the edge. A thick white liquid burst into my mouth.
“S-shit.” Ashton jerked up, hitting the back of my throat.
I finished sucking him clean of the sticky mess. When I looked up he was breathing hard and heavy, little hairs stuck to his forehead and his eyes were sealed shut. I smiled pushing them out of the way so I could see his hazel eyes. My lips came up to his in a lazy kiss.
I brought his hand down to the button of my skinny jeans, a weak smile on his face. He unhooked them, struggling to pull them down to my feet.
“How’d you get these on?” He joked.
I stepped out of them and waited for Ashton. He didn’t come back up. I giggled watching him stare at my red laced knickers nearly drooling over them. I let him guide me back to the bed and sit me down. Was he in control now?
Ashton licked his lips, running his long fingers up my thighs and over my crotch. I couldn’t help but whimper at his touch. He left kisses on the inner side of my thighs sucking the sensitive skin. He was marking me. I threw my head back on the mattress. His hot breath fanned over where I needed him most. I tangled my fingers in his hair.
“Ashton, please.” I begged.
He hooked my panties to the side and collected some of my excitement onto his finger and sucking it off. He hummed in satisfaction. I imagined his lips against me while he hummed like that, adding to the pleasure. I moaned at the thought.
“Cha’ thinking about, baby?”
He kissed my folds, licking up them. My breath hitched. I needed him. His bottom teeth grazed up the nub of my clitoris. Fucking hell.
“Ashton.” I moaned.
Without warning Ashtons tongue was inside me sucking all of my juices. I reached down for his hand that rested on my thigh, entwining our fingers.
“How the fuck are you so good at this?” I breathed.
He chuckled against me, sending vibrations through my core. Shit. My legs closed round his head before he pushed them back apart. It was too much. Ashton came up for air with a smile on his face showing off his prominent dimples. He was obviously proud of himself. He licked my excitement off his lips. With one swift movement my knickers were on the floor and my lower half was at his mercy.
He brought his lips up to my ear, teasing my entrance with his finger. I arched my back only for him to use his free hand to hold me down.
“How do you like it, baby?”
I thought back to all the mind blowing times Calum and I had done this. It would always be different. Slow and sweet. Loving. Rough. Fast. It didn’t matter to me, however they felt like pushing me over the edge worked.
“Surprise me, daddy.”
His eyes grew darker. The playful side of him wasn’t there anymore. This was going to be fun. He bit down on the skin of my neck hard and he growled. Rough. His finger slipped past my folds and into my heat. I whimpered as he pumped it in and out at a fast pace. I had to bite onto Ashtons shoulder to keep from screaming out. I didn’t want any fucking noise complaints from the old woman next door.
My walls were clinching round his finger. He added two more and pumped even faster. I couldn’t breathe. My nails clawed at his sides begging for a release. His thumb began rubbing circles into my clit. My breaths were coming out in pants in his ear.
“Come for me, Y/N. I’ve got you.”
My toes curled and my back arched up off of the mattress, Ashtons three fingers and his thumb riding out my orgasm. I felt bare when he extracted his fingers from my dripping crotch. He brought them up to his lips licking them clean.
“You have no idea how good you taste.”
Ashton went over to his jeans pulling a silver packet out of the pocket. He ridded the condom of the piece of tin and threw it in the bin. He slid the condom down his length.
“What’s with guys carrying round condoms in their pockets?” I joked.
He smiled, dimples popping into either side of his cheeks. They drove me crazy. Ashton took his length in his hand before I stopped him.
“No. I want to.”
I wanted to make his first time his best. He knew what I was asking, flipping us over so I bestrode his lap. I positioned him at my entrance and slid down it. He was so big inside me. Ashton grabbed hold of my abdomen, his thumbs pressing down hard. I don’t think he was meaning to hurt me. He didn’t notice how strong he really was compared to my smaller figure. When I winced in pain he eased up a bit, apologizing. Once I adjusted to his size I began rocking my hips forward into his. Ashtons moaning and groaning was all the conformation I needed to keep going. He used his hands to help me move more swiftly.
My back arched and it was then I noticed my bra was still on. I grabbed one of Ashtons hands and moved it to the clasp on my bra strap. In an instant he had it unattached and thrown across the room. Hungrily his head came up to my breast and bit down at the tender skin. Ashtons long fingers fell to my crotch rubbing back and forth on the small nub.
“Ah, f-fuck Ash, there.” I threw my head back.
I wasn’t going to last long. My grinding became harder against his hips and our moans filled the quiet room. His member twitched inside of me and from experience I knew he wouldn’t last from here. I licked up the base of his neck biting roughly on the smooth skin. His breathing became erratic, chest rising and falling below mine. Within seconds I felt his length release inside the condom. I rode out his orgasm hitting mine only moments later shouting his name out. Screw the neighbors.
We sat in each others arms for what felt like hours. I couldn’t believe we had actually done that. Ashton was my best friend. I’d just had sex with my best friend. I’d just stolen his virginity.
“That was incredible.”
I giggled looking up at him through my eyelashes. He looked exhausted. Love bites were trickled from his ear down his neck and abdomen. I couldn’t imagine I looked any better. Ashton dipped his head and placed a lazy kiss on my mouth.
I sighed upon hearing a knock at the front door. It was probably my flatmate, Jessica. She was always at UNI so she would occasionally forget her keys here and having to get another copy. I slipped away from Ashtons warm hold and quickly dressed myself in pajama shorts and a tank top.
My hair covered majority of the bruises on my body. I made my way down stairs and towards the door, Ashton right on my heels. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, just his jeans, the hem of his briefs sticking over them. I giggled as he grabbed at my bum, my hand patting his away. I sped walked to the door, opening it. My smile drifted away and my heart immediately sunk. It wasn’t Jessica.
His hair was cut shorter now in a military buzz cut, just leaving a little on the top, enough to style in a quiff. Tattoos decorated his tanned skin. He wasn’t scrawny anymore, muscles showing through his grey t shirt. I could see his jaw clench at the sight in front of him. Why was he here?
Episode 13 was great and all. But seriously, the ending was kinda disappointing when the core four went to Pop’s. It was like they just helped Cheryl mow their enormous lawn or shit.
“AyE fOr sAviNg thE chEErleAdeR!!”
Not even one of them stopped by Thorn Hill to check on her. Not even a phone call or a text.
Did they think Cheryl’s gonna be okay after she tried to commit y’know?
Friendly reminder: She is an actual human being who’s going through horrible things in her life right now. Yes, that’s not an excuse to be a bitch to everyone but her being a bitch isn’t an excuse for everyone to let her suffer on her own.
Cheryl bombshell Blossom deserves so much fucking better. I literally want to hug her right now.