Dumbledore : Don’t worry , everything is under control .
Minister of Magic : Albus , a bunch of student’s got petrified and there is a huge snake monster on the loose .
Dumbledore : But did they die tho ?
Patton: A very loud, over the top crier. Tears fall fast and his whole body heaves with each sob. Glasses are pushed to the top of his head as he uses the palms of his hands to hold back the tears. The tears still manage to slip through.
Logan: A quiet crier. Breaths are only slightly sporadic. You might not even know he is crying until you see the tears sliding down his cheeks. His shoulders are tense and if he sees other people are looking at him he’ll turn his head and try to wipe away the tears as if he was just simply rubbing his eyes. The tears still do not stop.
Virgil: A silent sobber. His whole body shakes and it’s hard for him to breath at times. He curls up into himself as much as he can, makes himself smaller. The hood of his jacket goes over his face as his arms snake around his body and death grips the loose fabric on his upper arms. It takes a long time for him to calm down.
Roman: A suppressed crier. Continuously tries to wipe away the tears as they fall. He tries his best to not cry out, but can’t help loud sobs from escaping. Locks himself away and bangs his head against the wall as he still tries to hold back, even when alone. Ends up falling to his knees in pure grief as he finally breaks down.
→ “Can you do a Billxreader where he has a crush on you and hides it away by ignoring you but you’re friends with Beverly and she invites to the lake and Bill is nervous at the sight of you in underwear and the others tease him about it?” - Anon
→ Sorry if the transitions from POV to POV make things a little confusing. I kept things as fluid as I possibly could! Also I may have been a bit slack with re-reading it, but juts hmu and if I can fix it I will!
Pairing → Bill Denbrough x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)
Warnings → None I think?, msg me and i’ll add some
You sat on the fire escape of your family’s’ small apartment. You were
reading some bright, blocky coloured magazine, enjoying the fresh air. Loud
tinny footsteps lifted your eyes as you saw Bev making her way up to you.
You smiled, and she gave you a small one back, eyes flickering up to her
home, one level above yours. She hesitated on climbing higher.
“Your old man left not long ago” you informed her.
She looked at you, then thought, and then returned your smile in full.
“Must have gone to the store” she decided, sighing.
She sat with you, tittering away into the evening. Talking about each
other’s days. “It was pretty great” she said, referring to her day at the
Quarry with the Losers. In all honesty, they didn’t sound much like losers at
all. Pretty cool actually. “I’m sure
that if I bring a plus one, no one’s gonna mind, especially if it’s you” She
hinted. You didn’t get it. “You should come next time!”
word count: 3,601not as long as i thought it’d be ngl
warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. very mature themes. this chapter has mentions of bruises and gunshots. this chapter has mentions of nightmares, gunshots and death
Dressed in all black with your hair pinned back into a smooth and sophisticated bun you climbed out of the car, the driver handed you your large metal crutches as the painful reminder of why you were there began to prick at your eyes. It had been two weeks since they were killed, you drank in your heartbreaking surroundings and prepared yourself for what was about to take place. The funeral. Hobbling up the stairs outside the church you were greeted with three familiar faces, each of them puffy from crying but simultaneously somewhat happy to see you there.
“Y/N, hey.. Thanks for coming.” Jimin pulled you into a warm embrace, being careful not to touch your still very painful leg,
“I wanted to be here.” You breathed shakily as you forced a smile, trying to keep the threatening tears at bay,
“I still can’t believe it…” Serena mumbled as she hugged your frame, her voice no louder than a whisper,
“Me neither.. I, uh-” You coughed out, the underlying guilt of what happened still raw in your mind. Luckily your discomfort didn’t go unnoticed and a low voice interrupted the harrowing conversation, “Are we all ready to go inside?” Hoseok asked, resting his large hand on your shoulder blade,
“Mhm.” You forcefully pulled your lips into the faintest smile as he helped you inside the building and to your seat.
a/n : sorry if this sucks you’ve been warned :) also requests are open
“You need help on world history?” I️ questioned, surprised by out of all the challenging classes Steve was taking, world history the one he was pleading to me for help.
“Yes, please. If I️ don’t get my grade up in that class I️ will be held back. Just help me study for the test tomorrow.” Steve rested his head against the back of the lockers as he put a pout on his face.
“Meet me at my house at 5, so we can study.” I️ added as I️ eyed him suspiciously emphasizing the word study.
“Yes, thank you so much.” He beamed as he pulled me into a hug.
“Okay, I’ll see you at 5.” He nodded, grinning largely. He bounced off to his next class, as did I️.
It was 5:15 and I️ was beginning to think Steve completely forgot about studying. I️ was about to call him when there was a knock at the front door.
He walked through the door, eyeing the entrance of my house.
“We can study upstairs.” I️ offered as I headed up the stairs while Steve tagged along like a lost puppy.
“Okay so I made some flash cards so if you want we can-“ I turn to see Steve standing only inches from me. His eyes trailed over my face and I could see them shift from my eyes to my mouth.
“I-I can quiz you, if you want.” I finished my sentence as I moved to grab the stack of cards off my desk. I moved to sit on the edge as I flipped through the cards. Steve moved to sit next to me as he looked over my shoulder, observing the questions.
“I have an idea, for every question I get right, you have to give me a kiss.” Steve offered and I️ looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Steve, no. We need to study.”
“Well, I need motivation.” Steve said leaning in, grinning slightly as his hand moved to rest against my thigh.
“Steve I-“ I was cut off by Steve slowly pushing his lips to mine. Caught off guard, I pulled away giving him a confused look.
“Is this why you asked me to study, so you can try to hook up with me or something?” I️ questioned as Steve began to shake his head.
“No, no, no, (Y/N) it isn’t like that.” Steve started and looked down at his hands.
“Ya know what- let’s just study.” Steve offered grabbing the flash cards and flipping through them. I smiled slighty as I watched him go through, reading off questions and answering them.
The night went on as we study until Steve was confident in his ability to take the test. As I walked him to my front door, Steve stopped and turned to me, leaning against the door.
“Hey, thanks for helping me, really.” Steve smiled and leaned in closer. I moved in closer as well, my eyes scanning over every inch of his face. Once my eyes looked up at his I could tell he was doing the same.
I finally closed the slight gap by pressing my lips to his. Steve quickly kissed back and moved his hands to loosely snake around my waist. Pushing my backpack off his shoulders and onto the floor I spread my hands across the back of his neck, playing with the the small hairs on the back of his neck.
Steve hastily grabbed my thighs, picking me up and I instinctivly wrapped my legs around his waist, now kissing him even more passionately. I could feel him walking over and up the stairs to my room until he dropped me down on my bed. He held himself up above me. He never broke our kiss until he moved his kisses down my neck and collarbone.
My confidence grew as I sat up and threw my shirt off and Steve took in a sharp breath.
“Shit,” Steve sighed out as he ripped his shirt off as well and my hand moved down his chest and pulled him into another deep kiss.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Steve muttered against my skin as he lightly bit down at the soft skin. I gushed at his words and trailed my hands down his toned torso until they reached his belt. Frantically trying to undo his belt buckle, Steve looked up at me chuckling slightly.
“Need some help there?” He asked cockily as he sat up straight, undoing his belt himself before towering over me again. This time, taking my bra off so kiss and bite at both of my breasts, causing me to moan out in pleasure.
I unbuttoned my own jeans and shimmied them off and then reached for Steve’s, mimicking the same actions.
“Do you want to do this?” Steve asked and I nodded quickly.
“Yes, Steve.” I sighed and Steve quickly removed his underwear as did he with mine. The cool air hitting my heat and causing my to snuggle closer to Steve while he pumped himself a few times before slowly entering himself into me.
We both sighed a deep sigh of relief as the friction granted us pleasure. I arched my back, pushing myself closer to Steve as he started off slowly thrusting in and out of me. My hands pulled at his long hair, as well as raking down his back.
As he picked up speed, I could a tightness in my lower abdomen making me groan.
“Faster, Steve please.” I whimpered in his ear and he moan out.
“Baby, I️ love when you whimper like that, completely at my submission.” Steve growled and nipped at my ear.
Steve sped up his actions and I threw my head back, practically screaming out Steve’s name now.
“Steve I’m close.” I whipsered before I reached up and bit down harshly on his neck making him groan.
“Me too,” He spoke softly as he quickened his speed even more, finally sending me over the edge. As I clenched around him, he came too. Steve thrusted slowly as we rode out our highs. As we came crashing down, Steve collapsed next to me breathing heavily.
“We should study more often.” Steve breathed out making me giggle as I moved closer to him.
Ok but what about the missus like flaming H because of his first suit? She’s like “you look cute or whatever but you also look like you’re going to a brunch meeting”
“So what d’you think?” Harry swings his arms out before him in a grand sweep, the sheer material of the mint button-up tightening across his chest, his butterfly tattoo just barely visible through the faintly shimmering fabric.
“I dunno,” you say slowly in a thoughtful tone, pursing your lips unsurely as your arms fold across your chest. “Give me a twirl, yeah?”
Harry sets his large hands on his hips, rings clinking lightly against one another as his fingers perch on his subtle love handles, his eyes narrowing in faux annoyance as he gifts you a playful scowl. “You are aware that I’m a performer for the show and not one of the models, right?”
percival graves who stubbornly goes back to his post as the director of the magical security in MACUSA – despite the limping in his walk and the slight tremors in his left hand.
percival graves who still wears his long coat and immaculate sharp suits – even when the coat drapes over his shoulders, not quite fitting his body anymore since he lost a lot of weight.
percival graves who looks at his Aurors and sees guilt in their eyes, watching their lines of their shoulders go tensed as if they are waiting to be reprimanded by him for not being able to recognize that he has been replaced by an impostor.
percival graves who forgives them – puts the entire blame on his wary shoulders to carry because he should have been more careful, he should have been a better duelist, he should have fought until he die.
percival graves who barks orders at them without raising his voice because his vocal-chord is damaged from the hexes and dark spell, from screaming in silence when he was being tortured.
percival graves who still keeps everyone at arm’s length because while he forgives them, the lingering bitterness is still there inside his chest, how betrayed he had felt when days turned to weeks and then it was months and yet he was still imprisoned.
percival graves who works ten times harder just to prove to his Aurors, to Picquery, to himself that he’s still a very valuable asset to MACUSA – even when his Healer tells him to take it easy, he still pushes himself to the limit.
percival graves who needs all the soft love from anyone but is too proud to ask for it, too stoic to even admit that he’s lonely, that his nightmares keep him awake, that he hasn’t had any decent sleep in weeks and he lives on coffee and spite.
percival graves who eventually falls asleep on the hard sofa in his office, bone-tired to the world that he doesn’t even stir when there are magical beasts trespassing his domain because they can sense a wounded soul needing comfort even from miles ahead.
percival graves who wakes up startled because there are fingers in his hair, combing the strands gently; the eyes blinking slowly as percival looks at its translucent white long fur. there’s a winged snake winding loosely around his neck, cheeping at him and nuzzling his jaw as if its reassuring percival that everything is fine.
percival graves who turns his head towards the door when there’s a soft murmured hello greeting him and feels that his breath being knocked out from his lungs because the man standing before him is beautiful in swirled of blue and coppery red.
percival graves who murmurs a soft hello back, who tries to get up but the winged snake presses him back into the sofa and he cannot do anything but accept his fate and when he tries to talk, he yawns instead and slowly, eventually, with the man’s smile as the last thing he sees, percival graves falls back to sleep.
Another little something different for you guys to enjoy! Reggie and Gigi are my OC and this is the little world I’m playing with.
In my dreams I had heard someone calling my name, or well, my dumb nickname. I remember though, the way they said it made me not mind it so much. Their voice was soft and warm and made me feel the irritation slip away. So when I woke up to my alarm, it wasn’t all that bad.
I had been having prophetic dreams since I was young, something I inherited from my mother. Although, mine weren’t nearly as clear as her’s were. If she were alive, I’m sure she could tell me what the voice calling me meant.
“What’s wrong, did I finally fuck your brains out?”
“Oh!” you gushed happily when you saw Scott standing
in the bathroom, skin still wet from the shower and only a towel wrapped snug
around his waist. “Hi there!” you added when he snapped his head to your
direction and grinned widely when he saw the way your eyes were traveling down
his semi-naked frame.
I can't believe people are like "slay Taylor" because she's embracing the snake aesthetic, like bitch you got called a snake for setting your whole mediocre squad loose on a black artist over a complete lie!!!! Like are we supposed to be praising her for that, for coming after someone who'd tried to make amends with her? For allowing him to have to face public vilification again for something he didn't even do?? Like opinions on Kanye as a person aside, Taylor is the grossest.
Summary: “You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”
You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.
Summary: The reader and Barry attend the reader’s sister’s wedding
“Hey Barry?” I say running my fingers through his hair. His hums in response as his eyes flick up from the tv. “You’re free tomorrow, right?” I ask and grab the remote to mute the tv. He furrows his brows thinking and replies “Um yeah, I have no plans. Why?”. I trace my finger along the bridge of his nose and say “Just making sure. We have a wedding to go to”. He sits putting his arm around my shoulders. “A wedding?” he questions, glancing down at me. I turn to him nodding and say “Yup. It’s my sister’s wedding. We have to pack tomorrow, we’re staying at the hotel Saturday night. I’ll help you pick out what to wear later. We have to be at the hotel early so I have time to get ready. Also, don’t go to bed too late tonight. I don’t want you tired at the wedding”. Barry chuckles, nodding his head and says “Sounds good” then leans down to peck my lips and un-mutes the tv.
I apply one last spritz of hairspray and check over my makeup once again and finally decided that I am satisfied. I walk out of the bathroom wearing my bathrobe only to find Barry, still in his sweatpants, laying on the hotel bed. I grab his suit and my dress from the closet and lay them on the bed. Barry grabs his outfit and quickly changes into them as I remove my dress from the bag carefully. I take off my robe and step into the dress and Barry steps behind me to zip it up for me. I turn to face him and take in how incredible he looks in his suit. He smiles at me and says “Y/n, you look amazing”. I laugh and fix his tie before saying “You don’t look too bad yourself”. I glance over at the clock and say “We better head downstairs”. Barry nods but as I am about to walk to the door, he grabs my hand and pulls me in so he can give me a soft kiss.
Everyone applauds for my sister and her new husband as the music starts for the couples first dance. “She’s looks so happy” I whisper quietly to Barry as he reaches out and grabs my hand. We watch the happy couple for a moment and then a voice came over the speaker inviting everyone else to the dance floor. Barry stands up, pulling me with him, and says “You wanna dance?” I smile and nod and we walk onto the dance floor. My arms wrap loosely around his neck and his arms snake around my waist, pulling me in close to him. Dancing with Barry always felt safe, being held so tightly by the person you love most. I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder as we sway to the song, wishing this feeling would never have to go away.
After dancing for hours, the wedding is over and we are back in the hotel room, in our pajamas. I hop onto the bed and settle in next to Barry, who grabs my hand and laces it with his. He looks at me and says “I had a great time. That was a lot of fun”. I smile and say “Yeah it was”. Barry turns to me suddenly and says “I want our wedding to be like that. Fun and exciting and beautiful”. “Our wedding? Barry Allen, are you saying you want to marry me?” I joke. Barry rolls his eyes playfully at me before saying “Well obviously I want to marry you. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m kind of completely and utterly in love with you. You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m not proposing or anything, but I would like to one day”. I move my free hand to his cheek and lean in to kiss him. He let’s go of my hand and rests his hands on my waist, kissing me back. We break apart and I smile saying “I am so totally in love with you Barry. And just for the record, I would love to marry you some day. You are definitely the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me”. Barry smiles and kisses me and we lay down. I feel two strong arms wrap around my torso and I snuggle into Barry’s chest. We both mumble quiet I love you’s and good night’s and Barry kisses the top of my head. We slip into sleep, both thinking about our future wedding.
a while back, I asked @arishynya to make a tutorial on how to
draw snakes and I immediately fell in love with her snake leo design, he
is just so cool looking. Also, this drawing is loosely inspired by an animated french movie called
Sahara that I saw on Netflix because it had some dancing snakes and
the animation in it is awesome especially in this one scene where there was a snake dance fight.
Sansa Stark is not, by nature, a devious woman. But sometimes impossible situations call for desperate measures. And if crushing on Jon Snow isn’t an impossible situation, well, Sansa doesn’t want to know what is.
The problem with Jon, she thinks, is that she’s known him forever. Robb had brought him home when they were only kids, and Jon had practically grown up alongside the Stark siblings from there. So by the time they hit puberty, Jon was far too bloody comfortable with Sansa to see her as anything but his best mate’s sister.
Sometimes—like when he throws an arm around her shoulders, or tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, or hugs her goodnight—it’s not so bad. Sometimes when he swears and calls her latest ex-boyfriend a dick, she thinks that maybe he’s happy she’s single again. Sometimes, when he throws a bag of her favorite crisps into her room on his way down the hall to Robb’s, Sansa can pretend that it means something more.
The Hoop Snake is a legendary creature of the United States, Canada, and Australia.It appears in the Pecos Bill
stories; although his description of hoop snakes is the one with which
people are most familiar, stories of the creature predate those
fictional tales considerably. Several sightings of the hoop snake have
been alleged along the Minnesota-Wisconsin border in the St. Croix River valley, Wake County in North Carolina, and Kamloops, British Columbia.
Sightings are still occasionally reported, though the existence of the
hoop snake has never been accepted by the scientific community. Naturalist Raymond Ditmars placed $10,000 in trust at a New York bank for the first person to provide evidence of a hoop snake. Some have suggested it is a distorted description of the sidewinder of the American Southwest, or of mud snakes, which will occasionally lie in a loose hoop shape.The hoop snake possibly is an embellishment of actual instances of snakes swallowing their own tails, mistaking them for prey.