the awkward one is my favorite

Here’s my birthday gift to one of my favorite blogs around here, @terubi !!

Happy birthday, my friend, and I hope it’s been a good day so far! I really love your writing - especially your fics - and your sense of humor.

awkward internet hug

vote-crowley4king  asked:

So I saw the post were you said for your followers to introduce themselves to you, so I am going to do so. My name is Alanna. I'm a senior in highschool but am going to graduate a year late due to having let my depression get in the way of my education (I took on a lighter workload so I wouldn't get overwhelmed). My favorite color is crimson. My favorite animal is the dog (woof) or the sloth (sloth noises?). I'm obsessed with Supernatural, Harry Potter, and being gay. Hi.

Hello!!!!!!! Nice to meet you!! (I think we sort of met before in a rabbit call one time? Unless im just totally wrong?) I’m Anais and my favorite color is black and I like praying mantis’s and storks (my two spirit animals cause I’m awkward and lanky af) and I’m a sophomore in highschool who likes hp, percy jackson, and being a spaz and a geek.

[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Jin’s Biography

Liked gaming since kindergarten
The vigorous boyhood

1~2 years after being born in Anyang City, Gyeonggi Province, I moved to the neighboring Gwacheon City. My memories started from Gwacheon. I was awkward about taking photos until just before debuting, so I hardly have any childhood photo. It’s hard to find photos from back then. When you take photos, you have to stand still. I hated hearing “Wait, let’s take just one photo!” and having to stand still.

My favorite thing in kindergarten days was the popular dinosaur character game back then. We only had one game but my hyung hogged it all, so I really wanted to play it at that time. I don’t know if it’s the reason why I like games now too.

I was a vigorous child in elementary school. After school, I would go play with my friends and come back at dinner time, then do my homework and sleep. It was my routine. I had a lot of friends too. We would only play every day and not study at all (laughs). My favorite subject was Physical Education. It’s the exact opposite to now (laughs). I liked running, swimming, tennis and also golfing that my father taught me how to play. He likes snowboarding and skiing so he often takes me to the ski resort, and I started from that. Although my father frequently went on business trips, when he came home, he would play his favorite sports with me. He often took me abroad too. Japan, Europe, Australia,.. But I’m not very into travelling so it felt like I was half-forced (laughs).

I talk with my 2-year-older hyung every day. We play games together and talk about this and that, it seems like our relationship got even better than before.

Grew up to be a hesitant guy in front of the opposite sex due to going to all-boy middle & high school!?

I was too into gaming since 1st year of middle school so I didn’t go out to play (laughs). Me and my friends kept staying in the PC room to play games in summer break. 

My best friends are friends from middle school. The relationship between us four people is quite good, even after we went to study higher, we would go to the valley and play together in summer break and go snowboarding in winter break. Even now we still contact each other every day and contend for each other’s old men’s jokes (laughs)

In terms of music, I liked Lee Seunggi sunbaenim’s ‘Delete’, KCM sunbaenim’s ‘Black & White Photos’ and Turtles sunbaenim’s ‘Airplane’. I also listen to Buzz sunbaenim’s music often so I like rock ballad even until now.

Since I went to all-boy school for both middle and high school, I had absolutely no contact with girls for 6 years. Even after going to university, I still couldn’t look into girls’ eyes. I would drop my eyes low and “Hey, how’s it going?” (laughs). I met an easy-going friend in university so he mended that manner too. He hit me and said “I told you to look in the eyes and talk!”… But still, I fit in better with guys (laughs).

The path to become a singer through scouting
Currently taking music composing with seriousness!

In 1st year of high school, my dream was to become a newspapers reporter to stand by the second-class citizens’ side. I used to read newspapers articles every day. The dream of becoming an actor was born in my 2nd year, after watching Kim Namgil-ssi in the drama ‘Queen Seondeok’. I was touched and thought that, I wanted to make people cry with my acting too. So I entered the Film Major in university .

3 months after entering, I was scouted and became a trainee. The rapper line was in the company already, and Jungkook joined 2 days after me. I came into the practice room and saw a kid with eyes like Bambi standing, I asked ‘…Who is this?’ and he stood up and said ‘Oh! My name is Jeon Jungkook!’. Even when I told him ‘Sit down,’ he said ‘Oh no! I’m okay!’ (laughs). The one with deepest first impression would be Namjoon who was practicing dancing. It was my first time seeing someone practicing dancing since I was born, so I thought ‘Wow, he’s a trainee. Cool.’

As I trained, I went to eat with other trainees as well and enjoyed my trainee life. I liked dancing back then. But after debuting, I heard people saying ‘He can’t dance’ so I lost my confidence… Despite that, thanks to ARMYs who always tell me ‘It’s cute’, ‘You did a great job’, I regained my confidence and now, it seems like I can dance.

My life right now is great, and I’m satisfied with being in BTS. My interest in music started after I met the members. Back in debut days, I couldn’t even think I can write songs. Thanks to the influence from our members, I’m now continuing to write songs. Even though they aren’t at the level of being put into albums yet, I got good responses and am working hard right now.

If someday the chance comes, I want to try acting. V is doing that now so I’m happy with it. Compared to acting,  I want to improve my skills in singing and performing more. It’s physically draining but I feel the joy in it.

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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND OPEN!”

gif request meme » Borderlands + favorite minor character

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I was nominated against my father and I lost to him, my dad was not there so I had to go up and accept the award. Alicia Vikander was the lady handing out the trophy and she was standing there in horror because she thought that I had heard the wrong name and was strutting up because I thought that I had won. That was one of the most awkward experiences of my life.

Kaeri’s Otayuri Fic Rec List #4

Hello my lovelies! It’s Saturday which means… another Otayuri fic rec list YAY!!! I’m SO, SO proud of this fandom HOLY SHIT I can’t believe that within a month since episode 10 of YOI aired, we’ve already churned out this much amazing content…!!! I love you guys so much!!! <3

Okay, now get ready for my weekly screaming (tho I’m going to try, key word being TRY, to be more coherent)…

Under your skin the moon is alive. (oneshot, mature) by @dawnstruck

WELP. IF I THOUGHT THE FIRST PART KILLED ME THEN THE SECOND PART KILLED ME EVEN MORE UMMMM HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE??? Dawnstruck is probably one of my all time favorite fic writers their writing is SO gorgeous and exquisite I’M SOBBING GO READ HER WRITING RIGHT THIS INSTANT I DEMAND YOU

i walk my days on a wire (twoshot, mature) by @idrilka

THE PINING. THE AWKWARDNESS. THE UNRESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION. THE EVENTUALLY RESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION. THE BEAUTIFUL WRITING AND CHARACTERIZATION. GOOD FUCKING BYE WORLD THIS FIC KILLED ME

We fit together (oneshot, sfw) by Llama_and_Lion

I FUCKING DIED READING THIS FIC. I CHOKED ON THE SHEER AMOUNT OF FLUFF. OH MY GOD. HOW COULD SOMETHING SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS EVEN EXIST ON THIS EARTH??? I FEEL SO BLESSED??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Time Enough (oneshot, mature) by Beltenebra

I’M SCREAMING. THIS IS SO, SO SWEET YET HOT SET ME ON FIRE PLS??? THE FLUFF IS TOO REAL I’M CRYING I HAVE NO WORDS

for the rest of my days (oneshot, sfw) by my dearest @altisetsky

THIS FIC FUCKED ME UP SO HARD THE CENTRAL FOCUS ISN’T EVEN REALLY OTAYURI BUT THIS FIC IS SO, SO AMAZING OKAY GO READ IT FOR THE MILA AND YURI FRIENDSHIP FEELS YOU WILL FUCKING DIE I PROMISE

icarus, point to the sun (oneshot, mature) by @humanthyla

BEKA MOTHERFUCKING WON GOLD FUCK YEAHHHHHH MY BOI FINALLY GOT THE GOLD HE DESERVES I’M SOBBING??? ALSO… PROUD BOYFRIEND YURI??? BOTTOM!BEKA??? GOLD METAL KINK??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

Kotyonok (oneshot, sfw) by Bricker

I’M SCREECHING HAHA, this fic was so funny, witty and just really fun to read? OTABEK AND YURI AWKWARDLY FLIRTING IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD I SWEAR TO GOD

fingers crossed my obsession with you is tameable (oneshot, mature) by @yourplisetsky

THIS FIC. ENDED ME. OH MY GOD. IT’S SO FREAKING CUTE AND HOT OH MY GOD I WAS AGGRESSIVELY FANNING MY FACE THE ENTIRE TIME HELP ME I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP

Impulsive (oneshot, mature) by my dearest @nooowestayandgetcaught

I’M SHRIEKING THIS IS GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT RIGHT HERE!!! I AM ON FIRE HOLY SHIT… also… pay attention to what Yuri is ranting about… COUGHS

i’d still dance with you (oneshot, mature) by @hawberries

I SPENT THE ENTIRETY OF THIS FIC DYING YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND I STILL CAN’T COHERENTLY EXPRESS HOW AMAZING THIS FIC IS (also… the writer is an AMAZING ARTIST how the fuck are people so multi-talented I swear to god)

Gravity (oneshot, mature) by @fahye

THIS IS SUCH A CREATIVE AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN FIC??? Oh my god, the characterization is so great and it’s so awesome watching Otabek and Yuri’s relationship progress over the years…!!! A+++ WOULD RECOMMEND

cast your spell (oneshot, sfw) by @actualbird

THIS FIC WAS SO LOVELY…!!! Such a cute magic AU! I love how Otabek and Yuri develop their friendship so naturally and easily IT’S REALLY, REALLY CUTE AND ADORABLE <3

otabekaltindaily reblogged your post (ongoing, sfw) by @mighty-poffertjes

THE SOCIAL MEDIA FIC I’VE ALWAYS BEEN LOOKING FOR. WE CAN ALL RELATE TO KNUCKLEVINES I MEAN #OTABEKALTINDEFENSESQUAD FOR LIFE??? ALSO, WHERE CAN I SIGN UP FOR BEKA’S FANCLUB???

Darts Made of Hummingbirds (oneshot, sfw) by LiviKate

THIS FIC WAS SO GOOD I really love how this fic addresses Yuri’s growing and changing body! And how Otabek is MORE THAN OKAY WITH IT YEAH SON YOUR BOI IS GROWING INTO A MAN HEH 8D

Wow… okay, so I tried to be more coherent but it DIDN’T WORK. I don’t think I’m very good at containing my feelings. OH WELL.

I REALLY WANTED TO ADD MORE BUT I’M SO TIRED RIGHT NOW SO… see you next Saturday! <3

Please go and kudos all of these lovely fics! Also, please, PLEASE comment if you can; all these writers deserve so much love, support and praise for their hard work.

A huge thank you to all the writers on this list (and all fanfic writers in general) for sharing their beautiful creations with us! I love and appreciate you guys so much <3

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Happy 26th Birthday Aaron Ramsey  ❤️

One of my favorite things in Bob’s Burgers is how Tina is an awkward teenage girl with an ongoing crush on a boy, but instead of being this perfect, sauve, nice guy (even if that’s how Tina sees him) Jimmy Jr is like, just as awkward and weird, and sometimes he’s kind of a dick, not in a knowing, teasing way, but in that way that 13 year olds just naturally are because theyre still figuring out how it all works. He is obviously interested in Tina too and is just as intimidated by her as she is by him.

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Endless List of Favorite Characters: Samara (Mass Effect series)
“The justicars were formed to bring order to a world that laughs at the notion. The role is solitary. Its demands are lonely and uncompromising, often to the point of pain. But following the Code left me with no regrets. Take that for what you will.”

One of my favorite things about Mike and Eleven is that its realistic. Its not over-romantic and perfect. Its awkward. Super Awkward. He never knows what to say, and stutters his way through everything. Their kiss wasn’t perfect, it was probably the most awkward and 12 year old like kiss I’ve ever seen. 
Thats what makes it so adorable and innocent. 

Snowbaz Meets Drarry: Double Date AU Headcanons??!?

Guess who just finished reading “Carry On” by the incredible Rainbow Rowell(It’s me.)!! And now I have thrust myself into SnowBaz hell.
And after MUCH fangirling with my favorite human @edge-of-the-universe-then-back, together we sort of accidentally came up with a list of events that would most likely 100% occur if Drarry and Snowbaz for some reason ended up meeting each other.

-Can you imagine Baz and Draco meeting each other, though??

-they would be best friends right away

-“wow, a rich gay with nice hair and an awkward famous chosen one boyfriend???? NICE”

- both of them complaining about their perfect boyfriends with their stupid hair (Draco has some extra things to say about Harry’s stupid scar) (and Baz has to elaborate extensively on Snow’s stupid perfect wings and his TAIL)

-And Draco high key kinkshames Baz for that lol (“Draco that’s literally no worse than your fucking scar fetish”)

-AND THEN SIMON AND HARRY OH GOD.

-They would literally just be like “oh hello, you’re a chosen one??? So am I wow cRaZy look at my tail!! I can fly without a broom haha loser”

-and somehow that would turn into a race between Harry on his broom and Simon with his wings

-but it would be a really awkward race

-also imagine Baz trying to organize a soccer game between the four of them oh my god

-likee trying to teach Simon how to dribble and everyone tripping over his tail (including Simon)

-And Draco and Harry are like what the fuck where are the brooms???

-And Harry would keep getting in trouble for using his hands bc he wouldn’t know what to do with his feet

-“Harry I swEAR TO GOD IF YOU PICK UP THE BALL ONE MORE TIME”

-And of course Draco would become obsessed with winning even though he’s not sure how soccer even works

-“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THERES ONLY ONE BALL”

-“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I KICKED IT IN TO THE WRONG GOAL BAZ YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCK”

-“TWO THOUSAND POINTS FOR SLYTHERIN”

-“Malfoy we graduated two years ago please shut your mouth”

-“MALFOY YOU CANT PUSH ME OVER IM ON YOUR TEAM WHAT THE FUCK”

-Draco: “WE HAVE TEAMS??”

-“Scared, Potter?”

-“Of you punting the ball at my face, yes.”

-and everything keeps getting interrupted because of that DAMN TAIL but baz still somehow manages to look graceful when he falls over it

-except for one time he trips rather roughly and it turns into a wrestling match between him and snow and then it evolves into a PDA fest and Draco is like “Oh my god guys please stop being gay for like five minutes IM IN THE LEAD RIGHT NOW”

-a big awkward magic gay double date party basically

Work the the UK paperback edition of Course of Love by Alain de Botton

I feel so thankful to have drawn for this and happy to see my images accompany de Botton’s insight into human relationships. Here’s one of my my favorite passages: 

What makes people good communicators is, in essence, an ability not to be fazed by the more problematic or offbeat aspects of their own characters. They can contemplate their anger, their sexuality, and their unpopular, awkward, or unfashionable opinions without losing confidence or collapsing into self-disgust. They can speak clearly because they have managed to develop a priceless sense of their own acceptability. They like themselves well enough to believe that they are worthy of, and can win, the goodwill of others if only they have the wherewithal to present themselves with the right degree of patience and imagination.

I know Grumpmeister Fenris is a popular characterization but consider these canon Fenris facts:

-Fenris is a nerd who laughs at Hawke’s dumb jokes

-Fenris is very eloquent when speaking, rarely uses contractions, and swears like, once

-Fenris is an introvert

-The very first time Hawke flirts with him, he’s awkward and shy

-”If I seem bitter, it is not without cause”

-Varric once asked Fenris what he did in his old mansion all day, and Fenris claimed (completely deadpan) that he dances through the place.

-Actually he makes a lot of jokes in banter. They’re just very deadpan.

-This one is a favorite:

Fenris: I thought all dwarves had beards. Where’s yours?
Varric: I misplaced it, along with my sense of dwarven pride and my gold-plated noble caste pin.
Fenris: I thought maybe it fell onto your chest.

Oh and this one:

Varric: You know, if you need advice on how to lay low I can give you some.

Fenris: Being short would make for an excellent start, I suspect.

-Fenris plays cards regularly with Varric and Donnic

-Fenris: I disavow any knowledge of gambling occurring in my house.

-seriously just read his banters with Aveline. 

-He has a lot of snark:

Carver: You’re very different from other elves.
Fenris: Oh? You know them all?

-He ends up being rather fond of Bethany, if she survives.

-Also this, in regards to the Qun:

Fenris: I didn’t escape one form of slavery only to become slave to myself.
Isabela: Er, what does that mean?
Fenris: I’m… not sure. But it sounded profound, didn’t it?

Idk where I was going with this

yay Fenris!

Melting Snowflakes Part II (Draco Malfoy)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Draco blushing, more fluff than you can handle

Part I


Originally posted by mishchief---managed

One of my least favorite things in the whole world was getting sick; it was right next to spiders and History of Magic. Though, I thought as I stared up at the ceiling, I would gladly take one of Mr. Binns hour-and-a-half long lectures right now, if it meant I wasn’t stuck in bed, feeling like I was about to explode. My head was throbbing and, with every breath I took, my chest seemed to rattle with an oncoming cough. 


Yuck.


I didn’t mind the way I became sick, though. It was almost worth all of the trouble I was going through. 

A smile crept up on my mouth as I recalled yesterday’s events—they seemed like an eternity ago. Draco, the boy who nowadays seemed to make my heart beat furiously and my face flush, had found me playing out in the snow during dinner. He had brought me inside and handed me his cloak to use, since I was thoroughly drenched. My eyes shut happily as I remembered the feeling of the warm cloak across my body, the way that it was covered with his smell. After dinner, we had met up again, where he told me to keep his cloak, and where he also had told me that he thought I was pretty while we stared out at the snow.


And then I had sneezed.


That should have been my warning for what disastrous occurrences lay up ahead. I had told Draco that I was fine, that I had just inhaled a little dust, despite the chills that crawled up my spine. Before we parted ways to go to our separate common rooms, he had grabbed my hand and kissed it gently, making the chills disappear and be replaced by extreme heat from my toes to the top of my head. 

I spent the rest of the night in a hazy state of delight and happiness, and had fallen asleep with a smile on my face.


And then I had woken up.


As I opened my eyes, pain shot through my head, making me call out and close them again. My entire head felt like it was being smashed together by rocks. The chills that had disappeared the night before had reappeared, bigger than before. As I lay in bed, scrunched up into a little heap, the facts hit me—I was sick.


Hermione had heard me call out and came running over. When she had seen the state that I was in, she had pressed her hand against my forehead, checking my temperature. Sure enough, I had a fever.


She managed to usher me up and out of bed, when a wave of dizziness crashed over me, making me stumble. With my arm around her shoulders, we made our way out of the common room, heading for the infirmary. 
We had met up with Ron and Harry in the common room, both of whom looked at my dire state in surprise and panic. Harry wrapped my other arm around his shoulder while Ron ran back and forth, unsure of what to do.


“Open the door, you idiot!” Hermione had snapped at him, and he rushed forward, pushing the portrait open. Fred and George sat at a table to the side, snickering at us and we walked through. I tried to shoot them a glare, but my head pounded at the effort and I smashed my eyes closed. 


We walked like that for awhile, earning multiple stares and whispers from various students as they witnessed us stumbling down the Grand Staircase. 

My headache grew worse as the bright lights shone upon me, and I buried my head into Harry’s shoulder, trying to block out the light. I felt him shuffle uncomfortably, surprised by my sudden closeness. My eyes opened slightly as I tried to find a more comfortable position on his shoulder. As my eyes flashed open, I saw a brief glimpse of silvery-blonde hair from across the corridor. I blinked and, when I looked again, I saw that it was gone. Deciding that my mind was playing tricks on me, I closed my eyes tightly and buried myself deeper into Harry’s shoulder. 


When we made it to the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey had tsked at us and ushered me into a bed. The brightness and whiteness of the sterile room made my head throb more, and I situated my head against the pillow, which was a welcome change from Harry’s bony shoulder. 


Merlin, (Y/N). You’re hot,” Harry had said, rubbing his shoulder where my fever-struck forehead had touched him. Realizing what he had said, Harry blushed and stammered, “You know. Because you had a fever…”


Normally I would have an excellent comeback for this, but I was too tired and miserable to do much else then mumble incoherently into the pillow.

Coming out of her office, Madame Pomfrey had forced some potion upon me, of which she claimed would make me feel better within a few hours. I had chugged it willingly, despite the fact that it had tasted vile and putrid. Harry, Hermione, and Ron (who had gotten lost on the way there, somehow, but managed to find us) stayed for a few minutes by my side, but had left due to me urging them to have breakfast. While Harry and Ron headed toward the Great Hall, Hermione had gone back to the dorm to grab my school bag in case I felt better and I was struck by a sudden desire to do my homework. I knew that would never happen, but I appreciated the gesture. 

After she left, I felt a little lonely. Though I was to one who persuaded them to leave, I still didn’t like being alone. The potion hadn’t started to work its magic yet, and I still felt miserably sick. 


Madame Pomfrey had retired shortly after to her office, and I was left alone with no company except for an unconscious third-year Ravenclaw. Boredom quickly crept upon me, despite my state of sickness and utter misery. I was one of those people who hated being bored, and always needed something to keep me busy. 

Hermione tended to get slightly annoyed by my antics, especially when she was trying to study. Therefore, being alone and bored out of mind, I was in quite the predicament. I found myself watching the clock tick as my stomach grumbled loudly. The night before, I hadn’t been able to eat dinner due to my time in the snow and with Draco. I didn’t mind that necessarily, but now I had missed breakfast too. I tended to have quite the appetite, and missing my daily three meals was really starting to take its toll on me. 


Tapping my fingers against the side of my bed, I resorted to talking to the unconscious student as a means of entertainment. 


“So, what are you in here for?”


Realizing that I (quite obviously) wasn’t going to get an answer, I began talking to them about the one thing that would make this whole situation better: Draco. Hoping that they wouldn’t remember this conversation when they woke up, (Don’t they say that coma patients can hear you if you talk to them?) I spoke on and on about Draco’s and my adventure the other day, assuming that they weren’t in a coma and that they were, in fact, asleep. 


When I got to the part about him allowing me to keep his cloak, I realized I was gushing. “He looks like he has really soft hair, you know. While we were standing out in the snow, all the little snowflakes were getting caught in it, and I wanted to touch it so badly.” 

I was starting to feel better. Warmth spread up my spine and to my head, clearing my head and stopping my chills. I was unsure if it was just the medicine kicking in, or if talking about Draco actually was making me feel better. Either way, I continued talking. 

“His eyes are also gorgeous, right? And he’s actually kind of sweet, once you get to know him. Everyone always talks about how cruel he is, but he was acting like a total gentleman around me. Gosh, he’s adorabl-“

“I am not adorable.”


I froze, staring in shock at my Ravenclaw companion, wondering if they were the source of the voice I heard. But, much to my dismay and fear, they hadn’t moved a centimeter since I had entered the infirmary. Also, the voice had come from behind me. Heat rushed up to my cheeks, and I felt as though my face was on fire. Clenching my fingers tightly around the sheets, I turned around to see who the source of the voice was.


Standing tall and elegantly a couple feet away, was none other than Draco Lucius Malfoy.


Embarassment was not a strong enough word to describe what I was feeling. It was worse than the time Fred pulled down my skirt in the Great Hall in front of everyone. It was worse than the time I walked in on Harry and Cho snogging in the Room of Requirement, tripping and knocking over a suit of armor as I tried to rush out. This was worse. This was a hundredth times worse. 


I looked around frantically, searching for an escape. The only available exit was either behind Draco (there was no way I could ever walk near him again) or through one of the windows. Considering that we were in one of the highest towers in the school, that option was a no-go. I was stuck sitting on my cot in complete humiliation, staring up at the ceiling.


Please leave.


Meanwhile, Draco was standing behind me, a smirk painted on his face. He was tapping his foot lightly, signaling that he was still there. “I am many things, (Y/N),” he said. “But adorable is not one of them. I did like the rest of your speech, though.  Please, don’t stop. Tell me more about how wonderful I am.”

When I didn’t say anything, I heard him walk closer, his footsteps getting painfully louder. I heard the sound of a chair screeching and I was positive that he sitting beside me now. “Carry on.” His voice was soft, teasing. 


Before I could stop myself, I blurted out the first thing that came to my head. “I have been drugged.”


Oh. My. God.


I had planned on explaining how I had been given a potion to help with my fever, and how the potion probably had strange side effects. Like giddiness. Or making you say things out loud that you don’t actually mean. (Though I did mean everything I said about Draco. I just didn’t want him to know it.

Instead, I had crossed the boundary and had said something that made absolutely no sense. He probably thought I was the biggest freak in all of Hogwarts. 
Longing for an escape, I grabbed my pillow and my sheet and dove under the bed, hiding from his piercing gaze. It wasn’t necessarily the most effective or mature way of handling the situation, but I was desperate.  Underneath the bed I stayed, trying not think of all the gross things that could be hiding under there with me. Like spiders. I shuddered.


“(Y/N).” Draco’s voice sounded muffled, due to the fact that I had the pillow wrapped around my head, covering my ears. “What in the world are you doing?” Amusement tinted his voice, and I was sure that he was making fun of me. 


“Nothing.” My voice sounded extremely high-pitched and I winced. “Go away.”

“That’s rude. I came here to check in on you. You could at least come out to say “hi”.” I could hear his fingers tapping against the end table impatiently.
“It’s disrespectful to keep your guests waiting.”


La, la, la. I can’t hear you.” Maturity and its finest, (Y/N). 

“You answered me earlier.”


Shoot.


“Go away.” 


There was a brief moment of silence. I heard the chair scratch against the floor once more, signaling that Draco was getting up. I snuck a little peak up to see his shoes a couple feet away. They looked new; shiny and polished. Draco had really nice shoes. Focus!


“Y/N?”


“…Yeah?” I bit my tongue, my heart racing.


“Are you really sure that you want me to leave?”


The truth was, even though I had told him to leave, I really didn’t want him to go. I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to sit by me and talk to me as I tried to get better. I wanted him to read stories to me in his drawling, beautiful voice as he played with my hair.


My eyes stung and my cheeks reddened, and I buried my head back into the pillow. “I don’t know.” My voice was muffled and I doubted he could hear me.

He tsked and I heard footsteps slowly retreating. “Too bad. I had brought you breakfast from the Great Hall, assuming you would be hungry. You didn’t have dinner last night, correct?” 

He paused, as if he had given away too much information. I could almost see him shake his head. “Anyway, I guess you’re not hungry. I’ll just be going then…”


His footsteps started again and I panicked. Get some courage! You’re in Gryffindor, afterall. 

I took a deep breath and stuck my head out enough that only my eyes were visible. I blinked back the sudden brightness and tried to focus on Draco. He was standing a bit away, closer to the door than to me. In his hands was a tray full of food that I hadn’t noticed earlier in my rush of embarrassment. Come on, (Y/N). You can do it.


“…Food?” I whispered helplessly. Yes! She can speak! 

Draco turned around and saw my head peaking out. A smile slowly appeared on his face, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks once more. Stop blushing. 

Draco walked a step closer to the door and my eyes widened. 


“If you want the food,” he drawled, turning back to the door. “Then you have to come out from hiding.”


As I weighed out the pros and the cons, my stomach grumbled. Deciding that I could put up with embarrassment for the sake of food, I stuck my hands out onto the floor in front of me and shimmied my way out. I sat with my knees up and my arms wrapped around them. “Food?” I whispered once more.


“You’re covered in dust, you know.” Draco turned around and grinned at me. He actually grinned. It wasn’t one of his signature smirks, but was instead an actual smile. 

He continued speaking. “It seems like every time I see you, you’re covered in something. Snow, and now dust.” His voice was muffled due to the fact that I was still focusing on the way he smiled a few moments ago. His smile lit up the room and paralyzed my mind, leaving me staring at him and possibly drooling. He should smile more. 


He walked back over to me setting the tray down on the table and sat back down. I continued staring at him wide-eyed, wanting to see him smile again. Draco tapped the cot, signaling me to hop back up. Grabbing my sheet and pillow, I scuffled over to the bed and plopped down, ignoring my stomach growling. Food was on the line here—I could worry about embarrassing body noises later.


Draco shook his head, smirking, and took the top off of the tray to reveal stacks of pancakes, bacon, toast, and a glass of orange juice. If I wasn’t drooling before, I was now. 

Draco grabbed a fork from the side of the tray and turned to me. He motioned for me to lean back. Confused, I did as he asked, looking from the food to him. He stuck the fork into the stack of pancakes and cut out a bite-sized piece. I glared at him, wondering if he was going to eat my food. I started to growl a little in the back of my throat, but then I stopped, blushing. Nice. Now I’m acting like a wild animal.


Draco gave me an amused smile before lifting the fork up to my mouth expectantly. 

I stared at him in surprise. “You’re feeding me?”


He rolled his eyes, annoyance flickering in the gray pools. “Obviously. Now eat, or I’ll throw it away.”


Not wanting to let the precious food go to waste, I didn’t state that I could feed myself. I opened my mouth and he plopped the pancake into my mouth. It was probably the best thing I had ever eaten. We continued like that for a while until most of the food was gone. By then, I was blushing fiercely, trying not to make eye contact.


“Well,” Draco said slowly, putting the lid back on the tray. “What do we do now?”


I tried not to melt when he referred to us as “we”. Instead I tried to focus on the obvious. “Shouldn’t you go to class?” I looked around to find a clock on the wall. My eyes widened. 

“First class started twenty minutes ago! Draco, you have to go!” I tried to usher him out of his seat, but he refused to move, glaring at me.


“Why are you so convinced on trying to get me to leave?” He grabbed my hands and I jumped, my hands tingling where his touched them. “Anyway,” he continued. “It’s not a big deal.”


“’Big deal?’” I was trying not to focus on our hands, which were still entwined together, and instead focused on the problem at hand. “Draco! It’s class! I don’t want you to get in trouble over me! You could get detention!”


Draco rolled his eyes and held my hands against the cot, looking into my eyes. “Merlin, (Y/N), calm down. I told Flitwick that I was told to come here and check on you for the whole of class. It’s fine.”


I blinked. “You did that for me?” A big smile crept up on my mouth, the kind that takes up your whole face and makes your heart flutter. I was sure that I looked like a demented pixie, but that didn’t bother me. 


Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat, taking his hands away from mine. I pouted a little inside, but tried to keep a straight face on the outside. Draco kept his eyes away from me and instead looked out the window, leaning back in his chair. 

“I thought that was obvious,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I mean, I’m involved. I was with you when you were in the snow. If I had given you my cloak earlier, maybe you wouldn’t be sick. By the way, are you feeling any better?”


I smiled wider than a kid on Christmas, my heart rushing. Draco’s worried about me. 

“It’s not your fault,” I said, trying to remain calm. “If you hadn’t come along and dragged me away, I would have been out in the cold longer. Who knows how much sicker I would be now, if that was the case.”


Draco squinted at me. “Dragged?”


I ignored him.  “Also, I’m doing very well, now that you’re here.”


I watched him as a bit of pink tinted his cheeks. He tried to hide it from me by looking away, and I grinned.


“Anyway,” he continued awkwardly. “You didn’t answer me. What do we do now?”


“I don’t know,” I chirped, leaning back. I wracked my brain for possible things to do when one was stuck in the infirmary with an adult not too far away.
Suddenly, a thought hit me. I turned to him, batting my eyes innocently. “Draco, can you do me a favor?”


He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, his eyes squinting as unease crept over him. “What do you want?”


I tried to make my smile less mischievous and more soothing. “Can you read to me?” I tried to muster as much eye-batting and swaying into asking him, trying to persuade him. 


Read to you?” He asked incredulously. His fingers were tapping against the end table again, and I began to notice that it was a nervous habit of his. I smiled to myself. As much as he wouldn’t admit it, one thing was true—Draco Malfoy was adorable.


“Yes, please,” I said, laying down and snuggling into my pillow. I looked up at him expectantly.


He cleared his throat. “What the hell am I even supposed to read?”


My eyes lit up and I turned to the schoolbag that Hermione had brought in earlier. I pointed. “There’s a book in there.”


Draco turned to me helplessly. “Please tell me you’re joking.”


Nope,” I said, popping the ”p”. I bit my lip excitedly. “Get reading, hotshot.”

Draco glared at me as if to say, don’t call me that. He got up and walked reluctantly to my bag, searching through its contents. Through my mess of schoolbooks, he came upon the book that I was talking about. Turning it around, he read the back cover. His eyes widened. “(Y/N). This is a Muggle book.”


“Aaaandd?” I tried to ignore his attitude. “It’s my favorite book.”


He looked up at me, his eyes dark. “You can’t be serious.” (A/N: Sirius Black, anyone?)


I patted his chair and motioned him to come over. “I’m dead serious.” (A/N: Sorry. I had to.)


We spent a long time staring at each other, each person trying to get the other to back down. After what felt like eternity, Draco groaned and dragged himself over to the chair, plopping down loudly. He turned to me, his eyes steel. 

“If anyone hears about this, you are dead. You hear me?”


I nodded excitedly and held out my pinkie expectantly. Draco stared at me blankly. I sighed.


“It’s a pinky promise. It’s like shaking hands or making a deal or whatever. You interlock pinkies and it means that you have to promise to keep a secret.” I grabbed his wrist and forced our pinkies together, smiling triumphantly. “There. Now read.”


Draco Malfoy had one of the most beautiful voices I had ever heard. Listening to him read to me was like reliving a dream, the kind of dream that settled into your heart for only you to keep. As I watched him read to me, I locked this moment into my memory, never wanting to let it go. No matter what happened after this, I wanted to always have this moment with Draco, to remember him beside me like there was nothing else more important to him in the world. I memorized every detail of his face, every eyelash and every breath. I never wanted to forget that moment. I wanted to be in that moment forever.


“Are you cold?”


I was shaken out of my fantasy and I turned to Draco, who was drumming his fingers against the arm of the chair. “What?” 


“I asked if you were cold.” His cheeks were turning pink again, bright in comparison to his pale features. 


Though I was actually slightly warm, I decided to play along. “Uh, I guess.”


Draco nodded and got up from the chair, stretching a little. I tried not to blush at the fact that his shirt rose up a little as he did so, but I wasn’t very successful. Draco pulled the sheet back and I look up at him, confused. Ignoring me he sat down next to me, spreading his legs out and pulling the sheet back over us. Very slowly and gently, he raised his arm up and brought it over my shoulders, pulling me close to him.


My face was on fire. 

Draco’s body was warm against mine and I could feel every contour and dip of his side. His smell took over me, making me dizzy and ecstatic. He smelled like soap and pine, surprisingly, and something a little bit sweet. I fought back the urge to grab his shirt and pull him closer to me so that I could smell him better. I became aware of the fact that if I leaned in a little bit more, I would be able to hear his heartbeat. That fact was so personal and vulnerable to me, that I couldn’t help but feel honored and special that he let me that close to him.

“Do you want me to keep reading?” His voice came out soft, almost like a whisper.


I looked up at him to notice that his cheeks were bright pink and I grinned. “Draco, you’re blushing.”


He stiffened a little. “Malfoys don’t blush,” he said whilst blushing.


I shook my head, grinning at him. “You’re adorable,” I whispered gently.

He stiffened even more, and I had to hold onto his shirt to make sure he didn’t pull away. “I am not adorable. Malfoys are not adorable. We are dangerous and regal and mysterious, but we are not-“


“Just shut up and read,” I said, cutting him off and snuggling in closer to his side. I felt his breath hitch and I grinned, loving my new-found power over him.


And he continued reading.

***

At around noon, Madame Poppy Pomfrey walked out of her office to check in on (Y/N). As she rounded the corner, she stopped in her tracks, surprise washing over her. Next to (Y/N) lay a boy with silver-blonde hair who had his arm around the girl. 


“Mr. Malfoy and Miss. (L/N),” she began. “This is not a brothel that I run.”


But, even more to her surprise, she realized that they were both asleep, a book discarded in Draco Malfoys lap. Upon further inspection, she realized that it was a Muggle book, which caused her to raise her eyebrows slightly, knowing that this was unusual behavior for the boy. 

Looking back and forth between the two, she couldn’t help but smile. Turning on her heel, she walked away, leaving the teenagers to themselves.


“Kids,” she whispered under her breath.

Bandana

Request: Could you write me a Brad imagine that has a dark/dirty and dangerous love kind of feel?

Warnings: Smut, Phone Sex, Dom!Brad, BDSM

Punk!AU’s are my favorite kind of AU so I kind of got carried away with this one. It’s the longest and dirtiest thing I have ever written I’m so ashamed.

Let’s write Bradley as a cocky asshole, shall we?


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anonymous asked:

(So much love for this blog, your headcanons make my day.) Can I request IDW Wheeljack and Starscream raising a Sparkling with their so? (I hope that's okay I haven't read the rules in a while)

Wheeljack

  •  He’s awkward and not sure how to take care of a baby, but he loves his precious sparkling more than life itself.
  • He relies on you to keep the sparkling out of the lab while he’s busy. He gets wrapped up in his work and may not notice the little one sneak in. 
  • His favorite way to carry the baby is on his shoulders. Also, he likes it when (once the little one is old enough to walk) you each hold on of the smol’s servos “one, two, three, upsies!” and lift them up.
  • This child gets the best education. Wheeljack is an excellent teacher, if a bit… unorthodox. Make sure you accompany them on any “field trips.”
  • When you give the sparkling little smooches he sidles up to you and says, “My turn next.”

Starscream

  • Whoo boy. He DOES NOT know how to handle a baby. They’re almost always handed off to you, especially since he’s so busy.
  • Don’t get him wrong, though. He loves the sparkling and is ecstatic to have an heir. He’s adamant about them having the best, most fulfilling childhood on this new peaceful Cybertron. Needless to say, the child is spoiled. But not to the point of being spoiled rotten. You’d be surprised, but Starscream doesn’t raise a brat. 
  • He freakin melts when the baby imitates him.
  • One day when the child is a bit older Starscream tells them about how it used to be on Cybertron- how everyone was forced to preform their “function”- and how things are different now. He asks them what they want to be when they grow up and they reply, “I wanna be like you, sire!” Starscream cries for a good hour.
  • Starscream is protective of you and the baby. Sometimes at night he holds onto you like he’s afraid he’ll lose you if he let’s go. The thing is, he is. He’s terrified that the best thing to ever happen to him- his family- will be taken away from him.
Adam Driver Video Favorites

I’ve shared these before when an anon asked for some good and fun Adam Driver video references. Figured I share again. I’ve added some more movie clips, interviews and a playlist, but these are my favs.

Interviews:

Stephen Colbert
https://vimeo.com/160862126

Tonight Show
https://youtu.be/ow7CbiunX0c

Seth Meyers #1 about his Comic-con experience
https://youtu.be/ugLQaIVIxIw

Seth Meyers #2 about SW secrets
https://youtu.be/vYBOvwSW–4

This one is kind of awkward/funny
https://youtu.be/AStt8Tx-HXU

Most recent interview for Midnight Special
https://youtu.be/2zfUwJ8xqBA

Regarding Girls sex scenes:
https://youtu.be/3ukDlggCdKI

Cannes Film Festival:
https://youtu.be/0rAxZhAuy_I

https://youtu.be/5jbDFWeyTcA

https://youtu.be/JXtcdu-G3mM

https://youtu.be/JmsiwaGBY2s

https://youtu.be/2NX0-IkQLtM


Other interviews:
https://youtu.be/Ho-8foIt1A4

https://youtu.be/-fMibw958Ug

Inside Llewyn Davis
https://youtu.be/JyPiykO-2lo

https://youtu.be/wZnTBo0hGic

https://youtu.be/6WCRAuIcjsc

Arts in the Armed Forces, his non profit org
https://youtu.be/EHeNucM4zpE

Adam tries on a bomb suit
https://youtu.be/T-vNBy2FuQg

SNL
https://youtu.be/FaOSCASqLsE

https://youtu.be/gJ3mGQAFS6I

https://youtu.be/AH4yRRTgcE8

https://youtu.be/gL47LjoFlOE

Best story ever
https://youtu.be/6aEJdkDAS_w

HBO Girls Stuff:

Gag reel
https://youtu.be/Ab34GF20v9k

Audition
https://youtu.be/Va9joDauXZg

Random episode clips:
https://youtu.be/rro5pGM9uas

https://youtu.be/egs_Z99V16Y

https://youtu.be/cwPGvlAndRw

https://youtu.be/nnoSR1Xoev8

https://youtu.be/CjN9iImfw_w

https://youtu.be/geIBAus7ySk

https://youtu.be/Jx5hRpDAG7A

https://youtu.be/6VVFBsu9H7s

https://youtu.be/rCqEzTtRazw

https://youtu.be/zVEz-6sWAMc

https://youtu.be/iHX1dIzN3i8

https://youtu.be/dlDHqkspF9c

Girls Adam and Jessa clips

Adam and Jessa from HBO Girls:

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLvA2VuerG7w2w2pO7QiJFVZfEDhxfd0ji

Random funny stuff & movie clips:

https://youtu.be/idyvgD1Ywp4

https://youtu.be/NF3HioVPFQg

https://youtu.be/hUYWhJng-Xk

https://youtu.be/F3ZDvyJt_Q0

https://youtu.be/ibUITbFSrlQ

https://youtu.be/jmD1T_ofA5k

https://youtu.be/rawt6p7Ao2s

NPR Radio interview:
http://www.npr.org/2015/04/09/398528448/former-marine-adam-driver-on-what-acting-and-the-military-have-in-common

Short Films:

The River
https://vimeo.com/50218257

Archangel
https://vimeo.com/63347666

Sweet Nothings
https://vimeo.com/30942773

The Basement
https://youtu.be/CSGd4X2ThGE

Enjoy. Xoxo