the last one preferably

Dating Sirius Black Would Involve
  • Running your fingers through his hair. When you kiss, when you cuddle, when you hug, all the time.
  • Sirius whispering in your ear a lot. He’ll nibble on your ear and kiss your neck and then whisper a random comment which would of course make you laugh. He would love your laugh.
  • Wearing his jacket because he thinks you look really hot in it.
  • He would tell you how hot you looked, a lot.
  • Sirius taking you for rides on his motorbike but he makes sure you’re safe and he makes sure you hold on tight. He loves the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around his waist and the wind in his hair.
  • He loves that dizzy laugh you do when you stop riding on a broom or his motorbike together. He loves the way you brush your hair from your eyes and collapse against him laughing.
  • “Shhh.” kisses, “Shhh I love you.”
  • Your “reunions” after class would be so dramatic. He’d pick you up and swing you around and kiss you like he hadn’t seen you in months.
  • When you actually hadn’t seen each other for months, Sirius would be almost crying when he saw you again. He’d be overwhelmed by how beautiful you were so he’d quickly hug you to hide his tears.
  • You would be the really embarrassing, so-in-love couple.
  • Laughing so loudly when you’re together that you get told off.
  • Teasing him for “being a little baby hiding under ten pounds of black leather.”
  • He would grab you when you said this, press a sloppy kiss to your cheek and whisper in your ear, “Ten pounds? Come on, you know I wear less than that for you.”
  • Stealing his jumpers. Sirius pouts and asks for it back. “Can you give my jumper back please darling, it’s cold.” 
    A sly smirk from you then a quiet, “Make me.”
    Sirius glances at the Marauders then back at you. “Maybe later.”
  • Sirius stealing your jumper and showing up with it on one time to get back at you. 
    “Sirius! You’re going to stretch it!” You exclaim, stifling your laughter. 
    “You want me to give it back?” He says with a smirk twitching at his lips.
    “Yes.”
    “Make me.” He grins.
    “SIRIUS BLACK YOU STOLE MY LINE!” You yell, tacking him. There’s laughter from the other Marauders as Sirius is caught in a fit of laughter and half screams as you tickle him into submission (Sirius is very ticklish, especially on his stomach).

On one hand I prefer the idea of Anakin no longer being a Padawan when Obi Wan joins his and Padme’s relationship. 

On the other hand I really like the idea of them first sleeping together after the battle of Geonosis while still high off the “holy shit we lived” 

lightsaberwaltz  asked:

Aight so Lucasfilms released a promo image for Force Friday and it was a picture of an empty toy box with Rey, Finn, and Poe in their TLJ outfits. A bunch of antis started freaking out because in their minds it #confirmed that they were some sort of trio a la the OT and PT despite Rey and Poe never having met. Then there was a shit ton of discourse about the ""Trio"" and a lot of calling people racist for saying that Poe was a secondary character.

So ppl got jacked over an empty box is what you’re saying

An empty box with pictures on it

Lullaby

Originally posted by newtsobscuro

not my gif

 

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Characters: Newt Scamander

Pairing: Reader X Newt Scamander

Notes/Warnings: Short but cute, methinks.

Word count: 787

Imagine: Imagine Newt overhearing you singing some of the creatures to sleep.

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There is no path. Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of dark…what could possibly await us? And yet we seek it, insatiably. Such is our fate.

Beautiful Nightmares

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Ashton

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 5.100+

Summary: Since they turned 18, Ashton and Y/N met each other in their dreams every single night. But when Ashton moves and their sweet dreams turn into beautiful nightmares, Y/N’s best friend decides to drag her into a sleeping clinic to make her realize that Ashton isn’t more than simply an imaginary friend.

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Raúl Esparza drawing Nr. 77: My second Frederick Chilton drenched in blood. I still prefer the last one in the winter coat, but I am very proud of this one too. It was really hard to catch all the details. Esp. the hair and suit took me ages. Next might be pink tie Barba. Hope you like it and hope you guys are having a wonderful day! 💕😘

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#i was honestly rooting for them to burn down the school

guess who binged watched gotham last weekend? oh boy here i go.

in which she can read minds, but all she hears from him is silence. jerome x fem!reader

Originally posted by kristieltrips

Noise. 

Lots of it. Always have been. Sure, reading minds can come in handy, but you never think about how there’s no off switch. Where there’s a conscious person — there’s racket. So a facility like Arkham is the last place you’d find yourself a quiet place with powers as such. That of course, until he came closer.

Her brows immediately met in a frown as a foreign tranquillity met her. She knew that his ginger head wasn’t empty, she just couldn’t her his thoughts. He covered the noise with his own notion, overshadowing the screams and whispers she grew custom to over the years of being in the same room as a bunch of psychopaths.

“Read your file the other day. Says your suicide attempt was narcissistic, but then I conducted a research of my own. You never talk, always far away from people, hiding in a way. Hm?” He said, her examining him closely. Usually she didn’t have to speak, well she could invade the privacy of another without even wanting to, but he was different. Interesting, scary even, with that smile on his lips, but nevertheless captivating.

“It’s a long story.” She breathed, throat dry at how little she did talk. Well, to really think about it, she hasn’t in nearly three years. A damn long time she’s been locked up in here.

“Oh honey, we have all the time in world, look around.” He gestured to the walls around them, the other inmates and the locked doors. Her cheeks tinted a tad bit at that, but she swallowed it down, her mouth opening to speak.

“I can read minds. Agh, sounds stupid when you say it out loud, but it is what it is. As a child I could handle it, the volume used to be down. But as I grew so did the noise. My birth givers are fancy folks, all holidays are spent with the entire family tree, and on my 14th birthday it just got too loud. I had just spilt juice on myself and I could here the built up disappointment in my relatives heads. God, what a failure, how can we even share the same blood? A miscarriage would’ve been way more useful than this klutz. My poor brother, what embarrassment he must be feeling to have raised such a mess of a daughter! And so I grabbed a knife, still covered in my birthday cake bits, jammed it straight down my guts. Over and over again, I just wanted it to stop. But they saw as an attention seeking. I’ve been here ever since.”

Touching. But can you prove it?”

“Okay, let’s see —” she looked around, wondering who to chose as her victim. “— that guard there! He wants to pick his nose, he’s thinking about it right now, embarrassed to the fact. Really though, dumb of him, this is a looney bin, who would even care? Oh look, he’s doing it!” She squealed when the man did raise his hand up to his face. “Another one? Hm, oh Jerry’s a good one!” She pointed to the man with a scar across his face. “He’s planning to choke Amy. Thinks she gossiped about him, but that’s gossip for you, it was actually Jenny, hear it all the time, she likes him lots, cute even, but sadly a reversed reaction. Pulling pigtails to show affection, oh and there he goes — wham! Hand on throat.” She retrieved her gaze to look at the ginger in front of her, guards already rushing to calm the other lunatics.

“You could’ve guessed all of that. The guard was twitching his nose before so it was only a matter of time before he scratched it. And Jerry was throwing glares at Amy all morning, also only a matter of time before he blew. So —” Jerome shrugged, Y/N’s lips parted because of course he didn’t believe her. No one ever did. “— the real test would be, what am I thinking about?”

“That’s why I’m talking to you — I can’t hear your mind. I know that they’re there, they overlap the noise of others, the closer you get the quieter it becomes. A relief if anything, but a mystery too.” She looked down, disappointed with herself because hell, he’s never going to believe it, sounded so damn fake.

“To say the truth, it’s probably better that you don’t tune in with what’s inside here.” He twisted one finger against his temple, a pleased smile on his face. “You say silence is relief for you? And the close I am the less you hear?”

“Of course it is, I’m surrounded by crazy people, the things that run through their heads — dear god.” She shook her head, already dreading the minute Jerome leaves her back to be alone, the horrible commotion of twisted minds reaching her again.

“Come here then.” He pulled her by the hands, her guard down as she fell into his arms, head in his chest as completely silence fell over them, and her head, consuming her with such relief she let out a sigh she’s been holding for years.


It became like a drug.

Him.

His words.

His silence.

A drug she she never stopped abusing since they met. She spent every breathing second next to him, stepping aside only when asked to or really needed to read somebody else’s thoughts. She stood now in the charity event, everybody’s eyes captivated by the beauty of Barbara Kean and the laugh of Jerome Valeska. Amused thoughts spinning in their heads, soon turned to panic and sheer fear as the entertainment turned menacing.

The ginger found her eyes in the crowd, throwing her a wink as she gave him a small smile, before he returned to the poor man with an apple of his head. She looked down, her smiling widening at how lucky she found herself to be. It’s like, they were meant to be, faith the romantics would say. It’s not even the silence she grew custom to, his thoughts too. The voiced ones of course, she loved that she needed to ask or look at his physical appearance to know how he feels or what he wants. She needed to touch him to know his feelings, and god did she love that. She didn’t care if she was just a pet for him, or if maybe secretly he did have a heart inside to love her, she didn’t care, she was thankful enough to have him.

Yet he did love her though, psychotic or not, the girl did catch his eye on the first night in Arkham. She was all he needed, he was free from the shackles of social standards, but he always knew he needed something else to be completed. And she was just that; a friend, a lover and a hand to hold when you were unsteady. He might have not expressed it much, the lost sanity part kicking in, but he did love her so.

Y/N lifted her gaze once again, ready to see his smile once more only for her throat to rip into a scream as she saw the elder Galavan stood in front of the ginger. A knife jammed inside his neck, the girl pushing past people as she ran over to the stage, eyes blurring with tears as she kept repeating denial all over again. She grabbed his face inside her hands, fingers trembling as her entire body shook, head shaking from side to side as she kept spitting out no’s. But it was too late, his eyes were lifeless, staring straight ahead of her as she sobbed.

She should’ve heard it. She should have been fucking listened. She should’ve known she was about to lose him. Yet all she did was stand aside, letting the boy she loved drop dead, the silence now erupting into chaos.

And all that there was;

Noise.

Blog headcanons:

when im not drawing ill make texts posts about the blog and whats going on with winter and Qrow.

for this round I’m gonna post a few headcanons about winter, Qrow will get his in a separate post.

  • Winter snorts when she laughs

  • Each Schnee has their Talent, Weiss is operatic and classical choral music, Whitley is mostly an instrumental player with the Piano, violin, and cello, Winter though, she has vocal talent but she’s got a timeless voice and preforms better in vintage jazz style music, She’s pretty okay at the violin, Whitley refused her teachings.

  • Winter’s affectionate names to Qrow, though rare, Consist of ‘Darling’, ‘Dear/est’,’love’ and ‘Finger toes’… Qrow gets upset at the last one sometimes.

  • Winter is uneasy about escalators, She prefers stairs or elevators.

  • Winter is terrible at drawing. Like really bad, terrible.

  • She’s uneasy around clowns and mimes.

  • She accidentally punch ironwood, thinking he’s was a pervert or assailant behind her. She tends to walk beside or behind people because of it. It’s Qrow’s favorite story of hers.

  • she Speaks German, a bit of Swedish, Russian, Spanish, Italian (or the remnant equivalent of those languages, but this is my blog so yea those exist here lol)

  • She adores her siblings, and is very proud of them. She cries whenever they do very well. doesnt mean she wont tug a few ears or whap them if they arent doing their best.

  • She lost a bet with Qrow and got piercings, Qrow was only joking, she didn’t know. Piercings are expensive and pretty so she kept them.

  • She’s got battle scars and is actually proud of them. (i dont draw them on her cause im lazy ahahaha)
Protection and Healing from Abuse

Needed:

- A simple poppet to represent yourself

- Bandages

- Lavander, garlic, thyme, and salt

- Any of the following stones: white opal, mangano calcite, selenite, serpentine, peridot, banded agate, red jasper, black obsidian, jet, and onyx (one of the last three is preferable).


Method

- Wrap the poppet up in the bandages. Add your ingredients (ensure they are cleansed and charged) in between the folds. The lavender is for healing, the garlic and salt are for protection, and the thyme is for courage. The stones (depending on which you chose) are good for protection, and also emotional healing and moving forward.

- As you wrap up the poppet, recite:

“I’ll move forward, I’ll be strong

I know I’m not in the wrong

I’ll bring back my power, I’ll have respite

I’ll get patched up, I’ll soon be right.”

- Keep the poppet somewhere safe, but preferably somewhere it will see some sunlight.

Michael is me. I am Michael.