they are not mismatched it is just the lighting


Can we talk more about Lextra’s room here?


And also what the actual fuck are those floating candle cages????¿? Why the fuck do they hang so low? Just imagine Clarke getting out of bed at like 3 am to go to the bathroom, half asleep and tired af with her eyes barely open. She knows the rooms layout enough to be able to walk through practically blind but she always forget about those stupid ass candle cages until CLANG she walks headfirst into one and smacks the shit out of her forehead. And Lexa wakes up to the smash and Clarke’s half grunt half roar of pain and salty frustration and immediately goes for her bedside dagger ready to fite like ‘who dare attack me and my Clorke?¿’ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
And in the darkness of their room she just gets from Clarke 'jeSUS FUCKING FUCK SHIT FUCK WHY’ and Lexa is so confused and startled and disoriented and ready to kick some ass but Clarke is still going off 'WHY THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS EVEN REAL WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED THIS SHIT LEXA FUCK’ and Lexa’s eyes are adjusting and she can now see that she and Clarke are the only one’s in here so she is just like ?¿ big eyes like the confused puppy she is and like stumbling through the dark towards Clarke with needy grabby hands like 'clorke my sun and my stars I will protect- where you be?’
And Clarke is just holding her forehead continuing to roar obscenities even though it honestly isn’t even that painful she’s mostly just tired and pissed that she has to deal with this shit at 3 am and she’s just 'LEXA GET RID OF THIS SHIT YOU DONT NEED 78 FUCKING CANDLES IN HERE AND 9 OF THEM IN FUCKING FLOATING METAL FUCKING SHIT CAGES’
and yes I did count all those candles and I counted 78 fucking candles fite me (don’t actually I’m small and frail)
And Lexa is just like 'shhhh klark my love come back to sleep’
And Clarke is 'FUCKING WHY LEXA’
And Lexa is all 'shhhh it’s for the aesthetic clork’
Clarke 'bUT WHY-’
Lexa 'shhhhhhhhhhhhh the aesthetic clock the aesthetic’
And a guard comes in like 'HEDA I HEARD SCREAMING ARE YOU ALRIGHT’
And Clarke grabs some random ass candle lying around and chucks it at this poor soul like 'NOT FUCKING NOW WESLEY’

Sam’s Ultimate Failproof Guide to Packing

Extensive Packing List

Warning: This will seem like a lot, but it doesn’t once you get there, and you can use your own judgment as to whether or not you will need something. Also, this particular list is geared towards my specific univeristy

  1. Bedroom
    1. Bedding
      1. Duvet cover and insert or comforter
      2. Matching sham
      3. Sheets and pillow cases (I recommend two sets of cotton minimum, one set of flannel in addition is optional)
      4. Egg crate topper (super cheap but super comfy after the first few nights—you may want to get a second one towards the end of the school year)
      5. Mattress pad—holds the topper in place
      6. Mattress protector (as recommended by an Anon). Some universities have bed bug problems, and you never really know what happened on your bed before it was yours, and this will help ensure a little more help on the cleanliness front.
      7. Pillows
      8. Stuffed animals
    2. Desk Area
      1. Stapler
      2. printer, ink, and paper
      3. Three hole punch
      4. Binders and notebooks
        1. For some classes you’ll want to keep every piece of paper ever (things related to your major and math classes), so these will need to be in binders.
        2. Math and science classes lend themselves to hand-written notes, so you’ll want to use a binder with loose leaf paper or the notebook of your choosing for those.
          *note* My personal favorites are Mead Five Start Flex Hybrid Notebinders
      5. Pens, pencils, Sharpies (you will use black and silver frequently for labeling random things)
      6. Tape dispenser (can be a cheap $2 plastic one, or a heavy duty, belongs in the office of a CEO one)
      7. glue sticks (yes, you will use them)
      8. Headphones
      9. Phone and laptop
      10. Phone and laptop chargers
      11. HDMI cord (literally the most used item in my dorm room)
      12. Power strip
      13. Desk lamp
      14. Post Its, paperclips, extra staples, push pines
    3. Closet and Laundry
      1. Leave your high school shirts at home unless you want to use them as sleep shirts. You’ll get plenty of shirts from your college or university.
      2. Hangers. Mine are mismatched and plastic and came straight from my closet at my mother’s.
      3. Hamper. You can choose your preference here. I prefer sturdy plastic with handles, but my roommate loved her fabirc one. Walmart has one that rolls, which is cool. Maybe you just want a laundry bag.
      4. Detergent.
      5. Fabric softener and Downy balls
      6. Dryer sheets
    4. Other
      1. Fridge
      2. coffee mugs (can use for tea, coffee, soup, ice water, milk for cookies, Spaghetti-Os, literally anything you can think of)
      3. microwave if you don’t have one in the common area/common area is far away
      4. Small table lamp or floor lamp (put this somewhere across the room from the desk lamp because overhead lighting is the worst)
      5. Books and movies
      6. TV (optional, I use mine as a second monitor pretty frequently)
      7. Video game console, accessories, and games (if desired)
      8. Purse/wallet
      9. Trash bags
      11. Canvases, posters, pictures, corkboards, etc
      12. Command strips (the Velcro kind of the absolute best) and sticky tack (Loc-Tite brand, it’s blue)
      13. Keurig or coffee pot (if you’re into that) and all the fixin’s
  2. Bathroom – some of these are included because I have a bathroom within my dorm room
    1. Trash can
    2. Shower curtain, liner, and rings
    3. Bathmat
    4. Toilet brush and cleaner
    5. Plunger. Plumbing on campuses can be iffy
    6. Lady supplies (if you need those sort of things)
    7. Toiletries and makeup
    8. Some sort of caddy if you’re living in traditional or you’re sharing your bathroom with multiple people and don’t want to clutter the counter
    9. Toothbrush holder
    10. Soap dispenser
    11. hand towels, bath towels, wash cloths

we’re filling a trollsona session and i got Emo Mutant Kiddo: The Sequel

she tries to make everyone else happy and maybe keep a friend for longer than half a sweep. she wears different mismatched socks and colorful bracelets to offset the black/grey troll attire and gets annoyed when everyone assumed she’d be the Light player and didn’t believe her when she turned out to Not Be. (will design wings one day when i have time for more than just scribbles. maybe) 

she spends a lot of time in prospit. a little too much time. the world’s a lot kinder to her there, even in inevitable death. if not there, she’s probably outside.

her lusus/sprite is a fox :^)

shoutout to all the people who have mismatched cover editions in a series

shoutout to all the people who have one complete series which is part hardcover part paperback

shoutout to all the people who have parts of their series on e-readers 

shoutout to people who can never find the right lighting

shoutout to people who don’t have bookish knick knacks to put in their pictures

shoutout to all the people who don’t have flowers or white walls or nice sheets for backgrounds

shoutout to all the people whose shelves aren’t in rainbow order

shoutout to all the people whose shelves aren’t even “messy cute,” just messy

your pictures are still great

just because they don’t seem polished doesn’t mean they’re not worthy of being seen

keep taking pictures

keep posting them

people want to see your shelves

people want to relate.

be proud of imperfections.

What have eclipses ever done for science? Quite a lot, actually!

The first measurement of the width of the Atlantic ocean in the 16th Century

When British settlers arrived in Virginia in the US, they weren’t sure how far across the globe they’d gone. They recorded the local time of a total eclipse of the moon - which is seen all across the night-time side of the planet. Their colleagues in London did the same, and when the travellers returned they could figure out the five hour time difference.

Edmond Halley discovered that the moon is moving away from the Earth

Halley realised you could back-calculate when previous eclipses would have occurred. But he noticed a mismatch between his predictions and the history books. The reason, he discovered, what that he was assuming the moon stayed the same distance from the Earth. It is actually getting further at about the rate your fingernails grow. And that means that one day (in a few million years, that is), the moon will be too far away to create any more total solar eclipses.

In 1919 a solar eclipse proved Einstein’s theory of relativity

Einstein’s theory predicted that the sun’s gravity should bend the light of nearby stars, meaning that in theory we should be able to see stars that are hidden just behind the sun. However, sunlight always blocks our view of these stars, and it was only during a solar eclipse that there was a short window to see if hidden stars were visible, as predicted. Astronomer Arthur Eddington travelled to West Africa and took photos that proved Einstein right.

Scientists still use solar eclipses today

It’s very hard to study the sun’s corona - a tenuous hot gas, which just one millionth of the light intensity of the sun. The shapes and lines of the corona show the nature of the sun’s magnetic field, and are only visible to study during an eclipse. NASA are also using this opportunity to help create the first thermal map of Mercury!

Want to know more? Watch our full video.

I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve just added more things to my list. Like for example, I’m still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I’ve fallen in love with – mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I’d get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad’s stories about college. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I’ve loved my fans from the very first day, but they’ve said things and done things recently that make me feel like they’re my friends – more now than ever before. I’ll never go a day without thinking about our memories together.

Kinktober #14: Role Reversal

Set early on in Kingdom of Crows verse! This is about 0.02% sexy, and idk what the rest is besides dramatic scene setting/Kageyama being extremely in love

They called it “The City”, sometimes.

It was in jest; because it was anything but. The underground maze of tunnels, sewers, and dungeon-like halls beneath Corvus had no infrastructure, no rhyme or reason to the wretchedness.

The Kingdom of Crows thrived upon madness, breathed life into chaos.

Amidst the rabble, Kageyama felt like he could finally make sense of things again. He pulled his hood further over his head, hiding his face in shadows. Suspicious, perhaps, but the more suspicious he appeared down below the surface, the less people would question him. Everyone minded their own business, as long as he minded his own. No one cared about a lanky boy in patched clothes wandering about, when there were so many others just like him at every turn. No one might guess who he truly was.

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blue-rose-89  asked:

Do you see Shiro being back in Black in the final season? The interviews seem to imply that perhaps the switch is permanent but I still think they're keeping things secret because they don't want reveal too much. It would be terrible if we were learn to that everything Shiro worked for in S2 was a waste of time.

Oh boy the lion switch debacle! I’m just gonna get into the lion switch first cause Shiro’s return as Black Paladin hinges on the question of if the lion switch is permanent or not.

I think theres a good chance that the lion switch isnt permanent because of the many loose ends and inconsistencies that are still unresolved with regards to it.

First of all, there something that feels unfinished about Shiro’s arc with the Black Lion. They spent 2 seasons building up that bond, will they just throw it all away after that bond has peaked? I dont think so. Shiro and Zarkon are setup as each other’s ultimate foils and that conflict will always involve the Black Lion and Black Paladinship. The fate of those 3 are too much intertwined.

Plus there’s also Shiro’s personal issue of feeling not worthy to be a Paladin because of what the Galra has done to him. The groundwork has been laid for that so it needs to have follow through.

Second, there hasn’t even been any acknowledgment about how Keith’s bond with Red Lion is affected by the lion switch. Shiro’s bond with Black Lion is the strongest in the group, but Keith’s bond with Red is natural. Its no coincidence that the writers kept creating scenarios for Red Lion to go on autopilot for Keith. Its no secret that Keith is in his best form with the Red Lion.

Third is the issue of who’s gonna create wormholes. The team is at a disadvantage right now cause they can’t do quick wormhole jumps like before. That was one of their ace battle tactics and what they used for their plan of the s2 final battle. Now they have to disband Voltron everytime they have to wormhole and Allura will always have to bring the Castleship with her on separate missions. Even the Castleship’s safety is greatly compromised if it gets attacked and Allura is otherwise occupied because they cant make a quick escape.

Now the writers can create workarounds for this conundrum, but I think that they actually created that scenario to cause problems for the team. I mean why put a throwaway line like “Can someone Altean come move this Castle?” Or make such an issue of Lotors plan to build a teludav?

And there’s also still another unacknowledged issue of how Allura’s newfound magical powers fits in with her role as Paladin. When you look at it, Allura doesnt really need any mecha or bayard or weapon to fight. She shoots lasers (or quintessence) from her hands, she can shield herself from attacks and she destroys structures with her bare hands. She’s practically a one woman army. How will these magical powers be utilized when she’s inside the Blue Lion or when they’re formed as Voltron?

Fourth is the aesthetics. The mismatch is just visually unappealing. There’s a meta about how the color mismatch is a designed to make the viewer feel uncomfortable to signal that something is not right. I mean just look at the fandom’s strong reaction to Shiro’s new look, people have strong reactions when the visuals are changed. Its visual storytelling and the color mismatch is an incongruity with the shows main theme. Because VLD made such a big deal about the color coordination unlike any of the other past iterations of Voltron. They connected the color of the Lions to the titles of the pilots and their personal weapons.

And even when you look at the lighting of the insides of the Lions, the color matching is very much present there. Just look at a 5-way splitscreen of the original lineup and see how complementary the lighting is when the Paladin suits corresponds to the color of the Lion. Compare that to a s3 scene of the 5-way splitscreen and you see that the lighting dilutes and distorts the colors of the 3 Paladins in mismatched Lions. Lance’s blue suit is so washed with red light that it almost looks purple.

One could chalk it up to a cute homage to DotU and GoLion, but those shows really didnt make a big deal about the matching of the pilot suit to the Lion’s color. The Lions were more about the ranking of the pilots command. When the pilots are inside their Lions, you really can’t tell which Lion they’re riding. With VLD, it was very apparent so that in itself is a design choice by the creators.

Now I know a lot has been said that reverting back to the old line up is regression of the character developments of the Paladins especially Keith, Lance and Allura. But it can only be seen as regression if you think of it as a demotion. My main peeve about fandom is the insistence of the hierarchy between Lions and Paladins. There is no hierarchy among the Paladins because its a 5-way leadership. Just look at how the the story of the original Paladins was presented, they were 5 leaders protecting their common interests. No one was above anybody. What ultimately destroyed the friendship between Alfor and Zarkon is his pulling rank and demanding that his orders be followed.

Of course reverting back to the original line-up would mean that Allura would lose a Lion, which may be viewed as a regression for her. But was she even really useless before she piloted a Lion? She was given so much purpose even before becoming a Paladin that its almost overkill to put her in a Lion - super magical powers, planet healing abilities, wormhole creations, Castleship piloting and leader of the Voltron coalition. I think some people are just so hung up on the prestige of Paladinship but for Allura it really does nothing if its taken away from her. Its definitely not a demotion because she has always been the “decision maker.”

So all those loose ends makes the permanency of the lion switch not plausible for now. I’m not saying that writers wont try to make workarounds to those conflicts. If they do, then great, I hope they explain it well (although I have to say the explanation for Red Lion’s choosing of Lance wasnt really consistent) But if they just never make scenarios that would address all those conflicts, then they would just be cheating themselves and the audience.

And as for Shiro’s return as the Black Paladin, I’m really hoping it happens in s4. But there could be a possibility that it could happen in s5 or s6. It all depends on how they resolve the clone/corrupted Shiro situation. S4 could very well end in a huge defeat that would make it seem like Team Voltron and the Voltron Coaltion will not be able continue with the war against the Galra.

Because right now with current Paladin line-up, the team is in a weakened position. Keith and Lance are not in their elements, there’s the wormhole creation conundrum and of course Shiro’s disposition isn’t really contributing to the strength of the team. All of those things are kind of a recipe for defeat. So the writers might choose to prolong Shiro’s (and the fandom’s) agony by keeping him away from the Black Lion. But in the long run, Shiro’s return to the Black Lion seems inevitable. I just hope it happens in s4.

As for the interviews, I just take those things with a grain of salt. Of course they have to say things so as not to spoil plot points and I really think that sometimes they have to lie or misdirect to keep the excitement going. So really, I’d rather focus on what the narrative is telling me than on what the eps say in an interview.

scorpius malfoy with long hair

1. Over the summer break after second year, Scorpius decides to let his hair grow longer than he usually does, denying his father’s frankly listless attempts at trying to cut it.

2. Albus doesn’t see Scorpius much that summer, only a day here and there, and during those days  Scorpius tries to hide his hair from Albus so he can surprise him at the start of third year.

3. Cue the start of third year, Scorpius has let his hair grow so that’s it’s now just below his ear, and it’s silky and soft and it gets tangled easily and Scorpius is sure Albus will love it.

4. What Scorpius doesn’t foresee is how much Albus will love it. Scorpius spots Albus a bit away on Platform 9 ¾, and excitedly lowers the hood of his muggle hoodie, pushing through the bustling crowd to get to Albus and tap him gently on the shoulder.

5. Albus turns around, and Scorpius braces himself for Albus’s wide eyed appreciation and smiling mouth, but he gets more than that. When Albus turns and sees Scorpius and his new hair, he literally jumps back in surprise, almost knocking over someone’s trolley. His green eyes are the size of saucers, his hands covering his mouth. Scorpius tries to take this reaction in a positive way, spreading his arms and grinning, “Hey Albus! Did you miss me?“ 

6. Albus just slowly takes his hands away from his mouth and whispers, "what did you do to your hair?”

7. Scorpius explains he let it grow out over the summer. Albus tentatively reaches forward to take a a couple of silvery blonde strands between his fingers, his mouth open in awe, his eyes now sparkling. “It’s beautiful,” Albus breaths, seemingly caught up in the way the weak September sunlight hit Scorpius’s hair and made it shimmer against his neck. 

8. Scorpius, not expecting this reaction, feels himself blush a deep red and turns quickly away from Albus, pulling the hood of his jumper quickly over his head again to hide his face. 

9. During the whole train ride after that Albus is just staring at Scorpius’s hair in wonderment, running his fingers through it almost like he can’t help it. During this Scorpius’s face is going to melt it’s so hot, and Rose decided to just leave them two dorks to it, leaving the compartment with a sly smile at Scorpius, who chokes slightly when Albus’s nails scratch gently along his scalp.

10. Albus can’t even stop himself at the start of the year feast, keeping a stroking hand at the nape of Scorpius’s neck, his fingers continually running through the strands. Of course everyone notices, number one because, damn Albus can you not? And number two because damn Scorpius can you not?? 

11. Even though he looks absolutely beautiful, Scorpius becomes the butt of many bully’s jokes, ranging from “hey trying to pretend to be a girl so Potter can finally like you??” to “oh following in daddy’s footsteps are we? i always knew you were evil, Malfoy.”

12. Of course, Albus hears most of the jabs and gets so angry at every single one of them, shouting and sometimes even sending curses at every single person who even dares to even look at Scorpius the wrong way. This lands him in a lot of detention, which Scorpius attends too, out of love for Albus defending him but also anger at it. He pesters Albus during these detentions to stop his outbursts, that he can "fend for himself”. Albus always agrees wholeheartedly, more so watching Scorpius’s mouth and they way it shapes words then what Scorpius is actually saying. 

13. Even though Scorpius says he’s okay, sometimes the jokes and the jibes get to him and one night Albus finds the blonde crying in the Slytherin common room, his wand pointed at his hair and a mirror in front of him, ready to chop. Albus rushes over to him and snatches the wand out of his hand, and Scorpius just turns and continues sobbing into Albus’s chest, clinging to the black-haired boy’s shirt with shaking hands. The rest of the Slytherin house find the two in the morning curled up on a couch together, Scorpius’s tear-stained face nuzzled into Albus’s neck and Albus’s hands curled around Scorpius’s head protectively. No one says a thing.

14. Near the end of third year, Scorpius’s hair has grown out just past the line of his shoulders and Albus had never felt more happy. Scorpius has taken to twist his hair up and stick a quill in it to make it stay, and he always runs his fingers through the hair that falls across his forehead when he’s nervous or stressed. 

15. Sometimes in class, when Scorpius has his hair down, Albus can’t stop himself from just reaching over and running his hands through it, twisting it around his fingers and making tiny cute braids in it that Scorpius pretends to hate but secretly loves and leaves in the for the rest of the day. This leads to a lot of teachers reprimanding Albus, and it even comes to Professor McGonagall calling Scorpius in after class and gently requesting him to keep his hair tied up during lessons, so that he won’t “intervene with other students learning”. Scorpius just smiles weakly at her and walks out of the classroom.

16.  So Scorpius does, pulling it up with either a spare bobbin he steals from Rose or one of Albus’s skinny neck ties that Ginny bought the black-haired boy for Christmas, twisting if around and around and leaving the ends dangling so it looks pretty and delicate. This actually just distracts Albus more, because all he can think about when he sees Scorpius with the tie in his hair is that’s my tie on his hair my tie on hIS HAIR???!! By this time most of the teachers have just given up giving out to Albus for fiddling with Scorpius’s hair. All McGonagall does is roll her eyes.

17. And then it’s the summer again and Albus insists on having Scorpius over for the whole summer, and somehow, Draco agrees to this. That summer basically consists of Albus coaxing Scorpius to put his head in his lap so he can play with and braid his hair. Scorpius tries to sound exasperated but everyone knows (including Albus) that he loves it.

18. Ginny finds them one night curled up together in the garden, Scorpius’s head on Albus’s stomach and Albus’s hands just stroking ever part of Scorpius they can reach, including his face, his arms, his neck, his chest, his stomach, his hair. Scorpius has his hands gently grasping at Albus’s own when they’re wandering over his skin, trying to keep them still so he can feel Albus’s warmth. They whisper to each other what they want to do at Hogwarts next year and what new sweets are coming into Honeydukes and how Scorpius just has to try them. Ginny smiles to herself, quietly calling for Harry. The two parents watch in gentle awe, Ginny beginning to beam when she sees Scorpius turn his head to nuzzle his nose into Albus’s stomach when the black-haired boy makes a particularly stupid joke. Harry grins too, guiding Ginny away after a while, knowing the boys wouldn’t like it if they knew they were being watched.

19. All Ginny does that night is smile, unable to sleep because her son has someone that he loves so much and she’s gonna tear up because she’s so happy he’s happy and oh my merlin Harry isn’t it just so wonderful??? Harry agrees gently with his wife, smiling to himself because merlin’s beard he loves his family. 

20. It’s the morning everyone goes back to Hogwarts and Scorpius doesn’t know what to do with his hair because it’s getting scarily long now and wtf does he do with all this tangle???? And suddenly Lily appears out of nowhere and grabs Scorpius by the hand and drags him over to a chair and sits him down, walking around so he has his back to her. “I’m gonna braid your hair, Scorp,” she says cheerily, already working at his hair with nimble fingers. “’M sure Al will love it. You don’t mind if I twist in some glittery ribbon too? It’ll go beautifully with your colouring!” This is the first time Lily and Scorpius have actually spent alone together besides small chats in the corridor when they’re passing each other and knowing smiles across the kitchen table when Albus makes a particularly bad joke, so Scorpius lets her, enjoying the way it feels when she gently pats his head, whispering “you look wonderful, Scorpius.” Scorpius then decided that he loves Albus’s family.

21. Then they’re on the platform and the Hogwarts Express is whistling and Scorpius is hauling his suitcase down the corridor of the train and he passes a compartment of first years who actually stop to just stare. Scorpius notices, of course he does, and he smiles, sliding the compartment door open and sticking his head in. “Are you all okay?” he asks gently, trying to make his voice as open as possible as to not scare the dazed looking eleven year olds. A girl, who herself has a short pixie cut, stutters slightly “y-your hair.” Scorpius grins, grabbing at the end of his braid and tugging at his hair, letting the golden sparkly ribbon that Lily added to it hit the simmering light of the compartment, making it shine brightly. “What about it?” he says, smiling down at the girl. “It’s- it’s long,” she whispers in wonderment, “and you’re a boy.” This widens Scorpius’s smile, and he abandons his trunk for a moment to sit down on the seat next to the smaller girl. “You’re a girl and you have short hair. What’s to say I can’t have long?" 

22. The girl’s expression quickly turns horrified as she stumbles out, "oh- oh no I wasn’t saying it was bad I was saying that it was good like great and amazing and I really like it and um- why are you laughing?” Scorpius explains that he wasn’t laughing at her, and how he thinks it’s amazing that’s she has short hair and how maybe they can be the mismatched duo and they girl just lights up, her eyes sparkling with quick adoration as she looks at Scorpius. “What’s your name?” she says, her words hushed. Scorpius grins. “My name’s Scorpius. How about you?” The little girl’s smile could light up the whole of Hogwarts. “Sam,” she whispers.

23. Sam gets sorted into Slytherin and when she’s sees Scorpius sitting at the table, Albus quietly keeping a protective arm around him, she almost cheers because there’s Scorpius!!! Oo wait who’s that next to him??? Scorpius grins a sparkling grin at her then and motions for her to sit down next to him at the table. All of the Slytherins stare as she does, still clapping about her arrival. Once she’s seated, Scorpius immediately introduces her to Albus, who he had already told about the train incident. 

24. Albus becomes immediate best friends with the girl too, and Scorpius just looks between the two of them fondly as they talk across him animatedly, Albus occasionally sticking Scorpius with his fork because he’s so enthusiastic for this new human being. Scorpius doesn’t mind one bit. 

25. It’s a couple of months later and Scorpius is getting properly worried because his hair is growing so fast??????? It’s nearly down to the middle of his back and he’s silently freaking out with it one morning, twisting it and pulling it and braiding and then re braiding it until his scalp actually HURTS and that’s when Albus wakes up and is like “Scorp just leave it down? It’s beautiful? Please? You’re an actual angel I swear?” And Scorpius is just there bLUSHING and he decides to leave it down for the day.

26. And by golly was that a good idea. By the end of the day he’s made about twenty new first year friends who just adore him and it shocks all the older students cause how tf is that weirdo???? doing that????? And Albus is just there beside Scorpius and all his lil followers with the BIGGEST smile on his face and a casual hand on the small of Scorpius’s back like yes this angel is mine he’s mine you can all just dream of being like him you prats

27. That night Albus steels himself and then quickly scrambles his way from his bed into Scorpius’s. When he opens the curtains and peaks in, Scorpius is there, sitting cross legged, running a brush through his hair. Albus nearly doesn’t want to disturb him now, but Scorpius sees him and smiles, reaching out a hand to gesture him in. “Would you brush my hair, Al?” And Albus just nearly DIES and is like “psh okay yeah alright I’ll do that yup ok”

28. This ends up with Albus lying down with Scorpius on his bed, face to face, heads pillowed on hands and Albus fingers sifting through Scorpius’s newly untangled locks. This position isn’t new to them, after ending up like this most summer nights before school started, with stars in Scorp’s tired eyes and wonder in Al’s ones. But for some reason this time feels different and Albus’s breath speeds up as he feels Scorpius’s hand sliding up his chest to rest at the crook of his neck, fingers gentle but searching somehow.

29. Albus finds himself blurting out “I love you, Scorpius” and then he’s sO red and fuck fuck fuck but Scorp just smiles gently, the fingers on Albus’s neck massaging small circles. “I know Al, I love you too,” he says, and Albus is pretty sure Scorp didn’t realise what he just said, what he meant by it. “No, Scorp,” he murmurs, looking down because Scorpius’s silver eyes are too beautiful and he can’t do this he can’t but he has to and- “I love you. I love you.”

30. And Scorpius is confused for a moment because yeah?? he knows?? But then he sees Albus’s face turning a dark shade even in the dim light and his heart suddenly squeezes in his chest and his body is tingling because he understands he understands he knows oh my god Al I love you too!! But that doesn’t come out because he suddenly realises the position they’re in, noses almost touching, Albus’s hand in his hair and his fingers running down Albus’s neck and he doesn’t think he just acts and pushes forward to press his lips clumsily into his best friend’s

31. Time stops for a moment and all Scorpius can feel is warm, slightly chapped lips unmoving against his own and Albus’s sharp intake of breath and he thinks he’s fucked up and gotten it wrong and shit he’s never been good at reading signals and he’s really done himself in now but then mere seconds later Al is responding, his hand sliding further into Scorp’s hair so he can pull him closer, lips pressing back shakily and Scorp lets his eyes close and he falls into Albus, hand going completely around his neck, pushing up against the other boy.

32. And oh this is so good, so safe because Scorpius realises in that moment, that press of mouth on mouth, that Albus is all he’s ever wanted and that he’s his home. So when Albus finally pulls back slightly to let out a wavering breath, there are big, heavy, happy tears in Scorp’s eyes that he can’t let out just yet because he knows that they will freak out his best friend.

33. “S-scorp,” Al whispers, eyes wide as saucers, lips tingling and brain almost numb and oh my god he just kissed me he just?? I just kissed Scorpius? Scorp? My Scorp?? “What- I’m- I don’t-” and then he’s being shut up by another quick press of lips and Scorpius’s breath washing over his face as he snorts shakily, his eyelashes fluttering like they do when he’s nervous.

34. Albus takes all these little details in, along with how soft and warm and just fucking nice Scorp’s lips feel against his. So he goes in again just as Scorpius is about to speak, and then it’s a game of who can shut the other up faster with sweet, tentative pecks and Al feels Scorp’s hand slide down to rest at the base of his throat where he curls it around the neck of his shirt, tugging slightly. “Let me- let me talk, Al,” Scorpius gasps, his fingers curling tighter. “Let me- please.”

35. Albus is still struck dumb so he finds himself staring, something bubbling up in his chest as Scorp struggles for words. “I- oh my god Al, just, I love you too, you idiot.”

36. “Scorp, I don’t want you to do this just because I said it first-” “Dear god you are a dolt, aren’t you, Potter? Just kiss me again please.”

37. Skip to fifth year and Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter are the cutest couple in hogwarts, and Albus has an undercut to compliment his boyfriend’s hair which now reaches past his waist. Albus likes to spell flowers into it. Scorpius is just really in love. 

(apologies for any spelling mistakes or just mistakes in general! hope you enjoyed!)


Requested by Anon: Ballerina Lily meets Street Dancer James. read on FF

In other news, this is my 30th jily fanfiction. Congrats to me having no life! 

In ballet, an adagio (uh da zhe-o) is a succession of slow, soft, lyrical and continuous movements.

It was while at his brother’s class at the Potter Contemporary Dance Studio that James first saw the lovely red haired ballerina. She was dressed warmly in thick tights, a woolen company jacket embroidered with pink ballet slippers, and furry boots. Red hair stuck out of a purple knit hat, the red strands matching the blush from the cold wind on her cheeks. James was in the back of the class (Sirius refused to let him at the front claiming it was nepotism) and kept getting flashes of her as she posted the flyer at the front of the classroom. If Sirius spotted her, he made no motion to say hello. She turned to face the group of dancers as quickly as the swooping feeling in his stomach when he saw her smile at the other girl she’d come in with.

The ballerina’s green eyes glanced once more around the classroom and landed on James for a few seconds. She offered him a smile before she and her brunette friend left the dance room. James tripped slightly, catching himself and fixing his movements from unyielding to flowing. Sirius shouted at James not to miss his steps and James allowed himself to focus on his ending rotation so as to keep Sirius off his arse.

As soon as the music was off and Sirius’ class was dismissed, James quietly walked over to where the girl had stood taping a poster to Sirius’ wall of motivation. It was covered in various flyers, posters from Broadway musicals, and pictures of past students. James found the flyer right next to the picture of Sirius and James in their mum’s production of The Sound of Music when they were eight years old. It was a bright orange flyer with a swan at the top, promoting Levinstown Ballet’s tryouts for Swan Lake.

“What were the pointes doing in here?”

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anonymous asked:

Fish question: I have two goldfish in a 5 gallon and they always act erratic and scared when we turn on the tank light at night, is it okay to leave them without a light on at night?

uhm. well for one thing they’re in a RIDICULOUSLY small tank, hell i wouldnt even keep one in a 10 gallon

i can tell you right now that is probably causing them most of the stress, when a fish that is intended to grow large, like goldfish, koi, angel fish, parrot fish, and most plecos, is kept for life in a small tank like that it horribly stunts their growth (their organs grow mismatched to their body size, which is fatal) and stresses them out like crazy, i unfortunately made this mistake MANY times as a kid and my childhood babies suffered for it

so i really hope you have something in the 20 gallon range in mind for them soon, because goldfish live for decades and grow to be 9 times their original size at purchase

and about the light thing: fish have circadian rhythms just like us, they need a night time as much as a daytime, so keeping a light on all the time isn’t recommended and it is 100% a good idea to turn it off before you go to bed (i know my fish get cranky when i wake them up early instead of letting the sun rise in my room)

anonymous asked:

"oops" for nurseydex please :)

Nursey has the first-date jitters, and bad. He’s not graceful on his best days, and the slight shaking of his hands, the nerves he can’t quite seem to curb, aren’t helping him in this matter. He’s clutching the roses (cliche, cliche, cliche) a little bit too tight in his left hand and checking his watch too often. Dex was supposed to be here five minutes ago.

Three days ago they’d started texting, after exchanging numbers in the grocery store. “Everything alright?” Dex had asked, standing with his head cocked to the side, looking translucently pale under the fluorescent lights.

“Fine,” Derek had replied, flicking his eyes over. They burned from staring too long in one spot. He’d been staring at the same soupcan label for several minutes. He blinked, hard. “I just can’t find the organic honey that I like. I think they’ve moved it.”

“It’s probably not in the soup aisle.”

Nursey checks his watch again, the shaking in his hands increasing with every passing minute. Ten minutes. Dex was supposed to meet him here ten minutes ago, and he isn’t here, and everything is going wrong. Nursey’s socks are mismatched and he has pit stains and the flowers in his hand are quivering now, visibly fucking shaking and Dex should have been here fifteen minutes ago.

He doesn’t realize he’s leaving until he hears the sound of his feet crunching against the dirt path. He should have known it was dumb to ask Dex on a date in the middle of the woods because now he’s been stood up and it’s dark and a little bit scary, and who cares if he wanted to take him to the cove with the pond where you can see every star as if they’re close enough to touch? Who cares? It doesn’t matter now. Now, Nursey’s alone with nothing but dense foliage, a dim flashlight, and useless flowers.

Then there’s something big coming around the corner and it bashes into
him, a white and orange and blue blur that knocks him backward onto the ground. “Fuck!” Nursey cries out as the flowers fly out of his hand. He doesn’t know what way they go.

“Oops,” Dex whispers, blank, after a few seconds of silence and staring. There’s an awkward pause as they look each other over. Nursey’s eyes pan from Dex’s mussed hair to his untied sneakers and suppresses a laugh.

“Did you buy me flowers?” Dex asks, extending a hand. Nursey takes it and heaves himself up, holding on for a few seconds too long once he’s up. A slight flush paints itself across Dex’s face.

“I did. But….” Nursey gestures to the bouquet, a mess along the ground.

Dex rushes past him and retrieves two bright red roses, snapping most of the stem off one and tucking it behind Nursey’s ear. He shoves the other one in the breast pocket of his flannel and looks at his shoes. “Sorry I was late,” Dex says to his shoes. “I couldn’t find the trail opening.”

“No biggie,” Nursey smiles, reaching over and giving Dex’s hand a hesitant squeeze. “There’s this sick spot a little deeper into the forest I wanted to show you.”

“Sounds perfect.”

anonymous asked:

Fam may I have headcanons on how the RFA + V and Saeran sleep, please?

okay um- 

RFA + V and Saeran~ 

they lay in bed or whatever then when they slowly drift to sleep they first reach 

Stage 1 of sleep, this is the lightest stage of sleep, where they can be easily awakened 

then they reach 

Stage 2 of sleep, which is where eye movement stops and brain waves become slower with only an occasional burst of rapid brain waves

Stage 3 of sleep is deeper sleep where delta waves are seen, which are really slow brain waves and they’re intercepted by smaller waves ever so often 

Stage 4 of sleep is where the brain produces mainly delta waves, it’s extremely difficult to wake someone up from this kind of sleep, Stage 3-4 are called Deep Sleep, in this sleep there is no eye movement nor muscle activity 

There’s another kind of sleep called REM sleep, which translates to rapid eye movement sleep, in which the brain is replaying memories from the day and getting rid of them. Also breathing becomes more rapid, irregular and shallow, eyes jerk rapidly and limb muscles are temporarily paralyzed. Brain waves during this stage increase to levels experienced when a person is awake. Also, heart rate increases, blood pressure rises, and this is when dreams occur, if awoken during REM sleep one can remember the dreams. There’s an average of 3-5 parts of REM sleep, which is what allows our bodies to be refreshed once we wake up as sleep allows our brains to sort through all unnecessary memories. It’s vital humans sleep more the an hour because REM sleep occurs approx AFTER an hour of light sleeping. 

I got most of this information from my Psychology teacher plus my notes from that class, so I mayyyy have gotten a few things wrong! Also there’s a few things missing ech- 

 Hopefully I answered correctly!

Okay but seriously here’s the headcannons //dies//

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Infinitely Wallflowers: Chapter two

Eventual Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Cussing, Bullying, high school.

A/N: This is based off of “The Perks Of being A Wallflower” if you haven’t read it or seen it, i highly recommend you make a trip to the library. 

 Also, It’s been such a long time since i’ve written the first chapter, but i finally did it! Yay! There’s so many reasons why but i don’t feel like i need to say them. I just hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking around for this long!

{Chapter One Here} // Song to listen to: Temptation

Words: 1,556

August 24th, 2016

Dear journal,

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to not have powers. To not be that awkward kid who sticks around walls whenever possible. Would it be better to fit in? To be popular? Besides the kind of popular in middle school where you held hands with anyone who could breathe. The kind of popular where people actually liked you and looked up to you.

Besides my slightly angsty wannabe poetry, I’m doing okay.

Well, as okay as you can be when everyone around you seems to want to force hell on you every single time you step one foot on school grounds. Though I firmly believe that things get better. Thing have to, right? Not everyone can be so bad.

Always ~ Peter P-

He thought maybe, just maybe that school might not be as bad the next day. But god, was he wrong. Some could even say it was worse. Time seemed endless in the dull hallways of the germ-filled building. It was all just… useless.

He wasn’t learning anything, really. Some things, yes. But nothing that would help him five years later. And he hated it. Everything about it. The wasted time could be spent patching up old computers and saving the world.

Peter stuck to his plan of staying close to the walls and not saying much. Becoming part of the limitless amount of students. Keeping quiet during classes, too. It certainly made things easier and harder at the same time.

But despite all of his efforts, this only worked moderately well. People still pushed him over, still snarled “loser, pick up this,” as they ripped some of the pages straight out of one of his history books, throwing them across the room. They left with a smirk on their faces, satisfied with ruining another life that day. Peter sighed, clenching his fists tight, his knuckles going pale white and even pink. It sounded stupid, but he could feel something inside him, power, maybe. But more uncontrollable than usual.

The last thing he wanted was spider problems in school.

1,384 days till he was out.

He overheard students yelling about a football game, and how it was going to be “the bomb.” Though he never really liked sports, it would just be a shame to miss the first game of the school year. And, he didn’t want to be around when Derrick came around to pick up Aunt May for yet another date. It made him sick just thinking about it.

When Peter arrived to the game, he was shocked to see how many people had come. He was expecting 100 or so, maybe, but it seemed as though everyone and their friends had come. And, unfortunately, Peter had turned up late. He wove his way through the heavy crowd of sweaty teenagers, trying to find some sort of empty seat anywhere. But it was pointless.

Just when he was about to turn around and go home, he heard a voice.

“Hey! Looking for a seat?” Someone waved to him, motioning to the saved seat next to them. Realizing it was Patrick, Peter quickly made his way over, silently glad it was him, since he seemed to be the only sane person in the whole damn school.

“Thanks,” Peter muttered, sitting down on the end of the awfully uncomfortable metal bench.

“You’re in my workshop class, right?” Patrick asked, turning to talk to Peter. He seemed truly interested in Peter, which was a new thing. No one had ever wanted to know anything about him before.

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” Peter tried to reply as casually as possible, but he thought it was quite obvious he knew for sure. He had always been a horrible actor, anyway.

“I never was good at workshop. Though I think you can tell by the clock I tried to make today.” Patrick gleamed, laughing at his own joke, his face lighting up instantly.

“Oh, hey, Y/n!”

It was the girl from the day before. Still just as gorgeous as she’d been the previous day.

She was wearing a oversized varsity jacket and overalls that were really mismatched. It seemed as though she didn’t want to fit in, and that was something so rare nowadays. Slightly refreshing, actually.

“Question: could the people here get grosser?” She smiled the warmest smile he had ever seen. He tried not to stare, but his eyes were letting him down. She scooted right next to Peter, causing him to suddenly be aware of the lack of space between them. Peter’s breath became ragged, and he didn’t quite know why. It was just a girl. Yes, the most beautiful girl he had ever met, but still, a person. He didn’t know what to do. Talk? No. He could always fuck that up. Best to stay silent, as always.

“We’re not going to Ruth’s, by the way. Her parents caught her buying rum for the party,” Y/n spoke up, leaning across Peter slightly to talk to Patrick. Her tone was loud, though dimmed by the roaring of the students whenever anyone did anything on the sports field.

“Damn it, Ruth. I always tell that girl that paper bags are a dead giveaway.. So, we wanna go to Queenies instead?” Patrick rolled his green eyes, clearly disappointed by their friend.

“Of course,” she said in a joking tone, like it had been blatantly obvious. Then, she turned to him, with that smile of hers, and a shimmer in her eyes. “Peter? That’s your name, right? Would you like to go to Queenies with us after the game?”

“T-that’s my name. And I’d love to, if that’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your fun,” Peter spoke up, stuttering a bit, which he mentally slapped himself for.

“I invited you for a reason. If I thought you were a buzzkill, I’d move away as soon as possible.”

Noise flooded his ears, so he looked over at the scoreboard. Seemed like he had missed quite a bit of the game, since many points had been added since he last checked. For a little bit, he forgot that they had even been at a game, but with the roaring crowd, the cozy atmosphere surrounding the three of them cracked instantly, bringing him back to harsh reality.

“GO SPORTS!” Patrick yelled over the crowd, clapping along with everyone else.

“So,” Y/n started as soon as they sat down in a empty booth in a darkish corner of the small diner. It was a cozy place that smelled like milkshakes and heartburn, but in a good kind of way. “Peter, what music do you like?”

“Answer this carefully. You might get on her bad side if you hit a nerve,” Patrick smirked devilishly, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m not that bad, I swear.” She slapped Patrick’s arm with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes at him. “Tell us already!”

“Oh, well…” Peter started, but drifted off. All of his life, people had made fun of him for what he liked in music, or anything, really. Though Patrick and Y/n seemed nice, would they be like everyone else and judge him? “It’ll sound stupid.”

“Nothing truly sounds stupid,” Patrick said, pointing right at Peter, “and never think otherwise. Your taste matters in this cruel world.”

“Okay. Mostly I listen to David Bowie, Prince, Duran Duran, U2, The Smiths…”

“Ohmygod! Someone who likes good music! Our music!” Y/n squeaked, beaming head to toe. Peter couldn’t recall someone being so happy over a small topic like music, but he thought it was cute. She gripped Patrick’s arm tightly, shaking it vigorously.  “Can we keep him? Peter, can we keep you?”

“Yes?” he said with more of a question than an answer in his voice. These people must’ve been slightly insane, but he thought he liked it, strangely enough. Never had he thought that people like them could exist. So free spirited; people who didn’t care and didn’t want to. They were just… them. And that amazed Peter.

“Do you know The Electric Fetus?”

“Yeah, I love that band.” Peter lied. He really didn’t know who it was, but the last thing he wanted to seem like was clueless.

“It’s actually a record shop, but good enough.” Patrick smiled. He did not even make a big deal about it. Just a casual mess up. Another new thing to add to the list of what makes a decent person. Not everyone had to point out your mistakes.

“Tell you what, sometime over a weekend, I’ll take you there, okay?” she offered. There was a constant undertone in her voice that sounded so welcoming, but he couldn’t place a finger on exactly why. It was something you could get addicted to hearing. “Show you some more good music…”

“Be careful, you start listening to that shit and it’s basically a popularity plague. One old song and your rep is dead.”

“I’m pretty sure my rep can’t get any worse…” he muttered. And at that, they burst out into sudden laughter, startling Peter a bit. Y/n was even wiping away tears from her eyes. Soon enough, Peter joined in with laughing, not fully sure of why yet, but it was just contagious.

“We’ll see about that,” Y/n managed to say, smiling ear to ear. “we can ruin anyone, kid. You’ll learn that soon enough.”

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(Note that i’m tagging everyone who liked it, since they probably forgot by now… If you want to be un-tagged message me! Same goes for if you want to be tagged in the next! I swear it won’t take this long next time.)

anonymous asked:

SS. “Alright, I love you.” Pretty please? :) Thank you!

It’s been so long since I got asks so thank you for sending one!! I don’t bite you know. You can go off anon and let me know what you think. It was a pleasant surprise to find this on my box. Hope you enjoy this~

Several days into their now official relationship, Sakura became more open in requesting significant gestures from the dark haired man.

Gestures like cuddling, hugging, holding hands and sometimes kissing —this one taking more effort to request, since it still flustered them both too much. But sometimes it happened without her requesting them, and that was even better.

Sakura was definitely growing greedier as days passed by. She was on cloud nine every time they were close to each other, it left a bubbly feeling inside of her, and for what she could see in the flushed man, she knew he was also feeling funny inside.

It was when Sasuke showed his embarrassed and troubled self that Sakura reminded him how much she loved him, finding something so mesmerizing in watching him unfold before her with his open reactions even more when he heard her tell him how much she loved him. His mismatched pair of eyes showing a faint light in them when he looked at her, it was fascinating to her.

Likewise, a month into their relationship and Sasuke had already figured out the schemes she had pulled every time she pronounced those words to him. Not like it ever bothered him, he was just as amused with his little discovery as she was.

They were both a couple of sweethearts making up for their lost time as they traveled together.

And so Sasuke decided to have some fun as well, opting to reply to her tender confessions with a soft kiss or tightening the grasp in their holding hands instead of his usual “Me too”.

It amused him because Sakura had become used to hearing his voice and ever since he made this little change, he could see in her pouts and sulks how she was slightly disappointed in not hearing a vocal reply.

But Sakura was a fighter, just as stubborn as he was, and soon her intentions became all too clear and not at all discreet.  

“I love you, Sasuke-kun” she commented this time as they walked side by side through the snowy forest, about to enter a small village in search for a place to stay and hide from the night storms.

“Aa” was his reply this time, their hands already holding in an effort to warm Sakura’s cold hands.

“Mou, don’t ‘Aa’ me.”

At her evident frustration, Sasuke suppressed his smirk and opted to bend forward and kiss her crown.

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Clinging to This Hating Game 1/?

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom (I love it!)

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

I did expand the prompt a bit, and I expect it to run about 5 chapters (maybe 6…). I should get one up every 2-3 days, if the universe cooperates (although Speedogate II has already put me a bit behind, lol). 

I think here are a couple of other authors writing the same prompt, so look them up too!

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex
Word Count: ~4600

Thanks to superbeta @mshoneysucklepink who knocked me around a bit! Everything wonky is my fault.

AO3 link

Chapter One

Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce and Quinn Fabray were not easy friends to have, but they were loyal. Quinn had plucked him out of the sight lines of the school bullies in freshman year and found him a place on the cheerleading squad. By sophomore year, they had even joined Glee club with him. Kurt had been sure at the time it was so Quinn could keep an eye on her (now ex-) boyfriend - who happened to be Kurt’s step-brother Finn, and Rachel Berry, but Kurt appreciated having them around. And on top of that Quinn and Santana could really sing, which was great for the glee club. And what was good for the glee club was good for Kurt’s college applications.

Of course the bullying didn’t stop completely - it was still the middle-of-nowhere Ohio - but a few football players even joined glee club, and for Kurt it made things a little better. Now that he was heading into his senior year of high school, and he still hadn’t so much as kissed another boy, he needed Quinn’s help with one last thing.

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Much Ado - James x MC

This fic is for @blazerina and @destinio1 who requested the prompts “goosebumps” and “failed” for James x MC 


The soft voice is just barely audible over the tapping of keyboard keys. James glances in the direction of the voice before his eyes return to his screen. His mind catches up a moment later and he turns back. He blinks up at his girlfriend a few times, trying to clear his vision. He’s been staring at the screen of his laptop for so long he can barely make out her beautiful face.

“Eliza,” he says, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Eliza stares at him for a long moment and James gets a sinking feeling in his belly. Finally, she sighs and offers him a cup of coffee from the cafe.

“You missed our date,” she smiles sadly at him as she drops into the chair beside him.

James looks blankly at her, his mind struggling to remember. “Date?”

“Yeah,” Eliza takes a deep breath. “We were supposed to go to the theater. Much Ado About Nothing?”

It all comes back to him a flash of gut-wrenching guilt. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. He’d bought tickets weeks ago and surprised Eliza for her birthday. Much Ado About Nothing was her favorite work of Shakespeare and the show was tonight.

“Why didn’t you….”

“Call? I tried, but you didn’t answer.”

James pulls his phone out of his pocket and flinches. Six missed calls.

“Then I got mad and I didn’t want to come over here mad,” Eliza shrugs, staring down at the cup of coffee in her own hands. “So I waited until I’d cooled off.”


She looks up at him and James can see the hurt and disappointment in her eyes. He can’t believe he did this to her. Instead of spending a wonderful night with his beautiful girlfriend, he spent the entire here in the library…alone…working. He feels sick with guilt and anger at himself.

“I’m so, so sorry,” James says, taking her hand in his own. He rubs his thumb over her knuckles and lets out breath when she doesn’t pull away. “I don’t have the words to tell you how sorry I am.”

“It’s fine, James,” she says softly, that same sad, disappointed smile on her lips. He feels like crying letting her down like this.

“No, Eliza. It’s not fine. I just…” he struggles to explain, “I need the newspaper to work. I need to succeed this time. What happened in LA, I can’t let it happen to me again.” James voice cracks, “But now I’ve failed you.”

“James,” Eliza sighs. “You’re being too hard on yourself. Yes, I’m…hurt that you didn’t remember our date, but I do know how important this is to you and you know I support you.”

James does know she understands. She knows better than anyone how his soul had been bruised and beaten down by what had happened in LA and how lost he’d been afterwards. He stares down at their intertwined fingers, lost in his thoughts.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?

James lifts his head at the quote and looks at Eliza. She’s looking down at him with such tender love and devotion that his heart clenches painfully and tears sting at his eyes.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? ” he quotes back to her. 

For them all together,” Eliza smiles and James shakes his head at her. He doesn’t deserve this woman.

“I am sorry, Eliza. I’m going to do better. You deserve better, my love. I promise I’ll make this up to you.”

“I know you will, James.” She kisses him gently and he pulls her close, deepening the kiss for a long moment before resting his forehead against hers. After a minute, Eliza leans back. and gives him a determined look. 

“Now,” she glances at the unfinished layout on his computer screen. “How can I help?”

“Ugh, I think I’ve done enough,” James rubs at his tired eyes. “Can I walk you home instead?”

“I’ve got an even better idea,” Eliza waggles her eyebrows at him playfully and James laughs. “Come home and stay the night. I don’t want you driving back to Northbridge tonight.”

“Sounds perfect.”

One week later…

A pinging noise draws Eliza’s attention from her textbook. Glancing over to her phone, she smiles when she sees a text from James.

Eliza stomach flips upon seeing James’s ridiculously handsome face. She pads out to the living room and pulls open the front door. James is standing on the porch, leaning against the door frame. Eliza’s breath catches at the sight of him. He’s dressed in a fitted suit, a sly, handsome smile on his face. He brings a bouquet of tulips out from behind his back and Eliza takes them, biting her lip shyly.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.”

“I’m glad you think so. Come with me?” James offers Eliza his hand and she cocks her head, considering him.

“Come with you where?”

“Come on, Lizzie. We’re gonna be late for the show.” James takes her hand and pulls her down the porch steps behind him.

“Show? James, I’m in my pajamas!”

James just laughs, throwing his head back. The sound makes Eliza feel warm all over.

“You look lovely. Come on!” James says again, tugging her around the side of the house and into the backyard.

As they round the corner of the house, Eliza comes to a sudden stop. Goosebumps break out across her skin as she takes in the yard. The bistro lights she and her roommates had hung before their last party are glowing, casting everything in a warm, yellow glow. On the ground, a large blanket is laid out covered with a mismatched collection of pillows. A small, low table sits in the center of the blanket. Atop it, there are boxes of food from Eliza’s favorite Italian place. The scent of garlic bread and tomato sauce fill the cool autumn air.

Eliza turns slowly taking it all in. At the back of the house, there’s a sheet hung up and projected across it is the menu screen of Kenneth Branagh’s Much Ado About Nothing.

“It’s not live theater and I know it can’t really make up for missing our date, but…” James trails off and Eliza looks up at him. His eyes are hesitant and hopeful as he watches for her reaction. Her mouth drops open, unable to speak.

“Lizzie? Is it okay?”

After a few more moments of stunned silence, she turns to him and speaks in a hushed voice. 

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

A broad happy grin crosses James’s face. He takes Eliza in his arms, holding her close and looking down at her tenderly as he finishes the quote.

Lady, as you are mine, I am yours. I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

He kisses her and Eliza sinks into his embrace. James’s full lips move over hers passionately, leaving her breathless.

“You really like it?” he asks softly.

“This is perfect, James. I don’t need anymore than this - you, me, and the bard under stars….and maybe some of that food. Did you get tiramisu?”

James laughs again as she takes his hand and pulls him over the blanket.

“I love you, Eliza Bennett.”

Silent Fury


My exams ended last week and I’m so stoked to finally welcome June-July holidays with open arms and my writing prompts folder out.

I’ve got drafts of fifteen different things and I resolve to get at least (at least) 1000 words down for each (knowing me, I’ll surely surpass that word count on some and totally forget about the others).

My schedule at home is very irregular during lazy days (aka: holiday) and my Wi-Fi is down for an indefinite amount of time (curse you whoever is responsible!) so I’ll see y’all when I see y’all!

Enough about me, enjoy this KakaSaku I finally got around to edit.


Silent Fury

Summary: A mission goes wrong and Sakura is forced into bedridden mode upon her return to Konoha. Thank goodness her faithful husband is there to keep her company. KakaSaku.


“I’m sorry, Sakura,” Tsunade began in an unapologetic tone. “But your husband has requested for your workload to be lightened and I agree with him.”

Sakura huffed in annoyance. “Shishou, I’m fine. The mission happened a week ago and I feel as fine as ever,” she reassured with a gentle smile although inside she was contemplating different ways to decapitate her dear husband.

The sound of wood cracking drew her out of her thoughts. Tsunade had transformed from a regal ruler into an infuriated mess of blond hair and Hokage robes in the span of one blink. Her hands were firmly planted atop her desk while her body leaned over it to leer in Sakura’s face.

“Bullshit! That mission was traumatizing for me and I wasn’t even the one sitting in a cell with Orochimaru’s experiments as my captors!”

Sakura flinched at her capture being worded so harshly. Tsunade noticed and got an evil gleam in her eyes. “There, see! The day you don’t get jumpy when talking about it is the day you can come back to work and resume your double workload, am I understood?” She wasn’t even asking anymore.

Sakura sighed, defeated. She grumbled out a, “yes, Tsunade-shishou,” before making her way home.

Her dear medaling husband was gonna get it tonight. Or more specifically, he wasn’t going to get any tonight.


Kakashi found her in the kitchen, perusing through a cookbook on the counter.

Of course he did not hesitate to step inside and wrap his arms around the shorter woman. He had no reason to. And of course he did not flinch subtly when she turned in his arms with a painfully sweet smile on her face.

“Kakashi.” She greeted simply, leaving out the endearing suffix that usually followed his name. Uh-oh. Maybe he did gulp a bit that time.

“There’s tempura in the fridge, help yourself. I’ve had a long day of explaining to the other medics how to do my job for the next few days since I’ve been forced into bedridden mode. I’m going to bed,” she stated and briskly headed in the direction of their bedroom.

After he was sure that she was out of sight and earshot he let out a loud and tired sigh. Running his hands through his silver hair Kakashi contemplated how many days he’d have to suffer before she went back to caring and kind from fuming and vengeful. He looked at the fridge and grimaced. Damn, he hated tempura. And he knew she knew that.


She heard him come in less than ten minutes later. She would’ve preferred to have been long gone into dreamland already but after having to sleep in a forest and be alert at the same time during the past few weeks it took quite a while for her to slumber peacefully; even in her own bed.

He passed the bed with her silent form on it to wash up and change in the bathroom.

Moments later the mattress dipped as his weight joined hers. He laid still as if deciding on something. With an audible exhale he reached out and turned Sakura to face him.

“It’s for your own good,” he told her gently. His face was devoid of his mask and headband so his Sharingan could easily see the scowl on her face.

When she didn’t reply he carried on, “I’m not going to apologise because I’m not sorry. Imagine the distress and anger I felt when I came back home from a three-day-long mission only to be told that my wife had been captured.”

Kakashi felt her twitch against him, obviously uncomfortable with the memories his words were conjuring. He pulled her closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck and softly stroking her unkempt hair. “That is exactly why you need the rest, Sakura. Your body is healed but I’ve been on enough rescue missions to know that your mind will take days to be at peace again. You need to stop flinching at every sound and movement.”

Her snort made him pull her back to peer at her face. She was smiling wryly, as if he had shared a joke she had heard time and time again and never found funny. “That’s exactly what Tsunade-shishou said. You two have more in common than you think.” Her green eyes rolled.

Kakashi kept his lips from smiling. She was responding, and not in an angry way. That was good. He just had to keep the flame burning.

His lips quirked up in to a sensual smirk, “Not as much as you two have in common.” To punctuate his statement his mismatched eyes slowly drifted down her face to pointedly stare at her chest.

Her light laugh told him his words had the desired effect. Her body loosened up under his touch. “I sure hope your eyes carry on down until they reach my hands, Kakashi.”

He smiled sheepishly, knowing she loved it when he did that because a tiny dimple dappled his cheek. “Well, Hokage-sama did say you should rest. What better way to relax than to get familiar with our bed?”

Her eyebrows rose challengingly. “Really, now? Ok then. You take the couch and I’ll get real familiar with my bed.”

Kakashi grimaced. Sakura always did have a sharp tongue that loved word play. “No, no, no. That’s not right, love. You once said yourself that you don’t sleep well when alone, remember?”

It was her turn to grimace. It didn’t last long though, soon a mischievous glint took over her bright viridian eyes. “Are you saying that as long as I don’t sleep alone you’ll leave me alone?”

His lips parted to deny her words but she raised her voice over his sputtering, “Well then, I’ll just get Naruto to keep me company. Hinata’s away on a mission and even he doesn’t appreciate a cold bed.”

Kakashi’s nostrils flared. He pulled Sakura closer until she was half-draped over his chest. “You will do no such thing. Not as long as I’m alive, that is.”

His eyes narrowed when she didn’t reply or look at him. His reprimand was on the tip of his tongue when her tinkling laughter stopped him. He stared at her shaking pink head, the tips of her hair brushed his chest every few seconds. His breath halted halfway on an exhale. He hadn’t heard her laugh like that for more than two weeks.

Her head lifted and he stared into amused emerald pools. Her rose lips curled beautifully before she moved forward to place a chaste rewarding kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Kakashi. You’re right. Maybe I do need to unwind a little. Wanna help me?” Her eyes were teasing, but he could see the anticipation she didn’t bother to hide.

He stared at her intensely (for no apparent reason than to fluster her). He watched with a growing smile as a soft blush spread over her cheeck and her lips jutted out in a pout he couldn’t resist. He relented.

He pulled her closer to place his unclothed lips next to her reddening ear. “With pleasure,” he whispered.

anonymous asked:

i lov ur watercolors! do u have any tips and tricks for usin them?

i have this one post but there’s not really any tricks in it per se… i’m not very experienced per se but!! i’d say mostly

  • take care to notice how dry you want your paper to be!! sometimes you want the colour to spread in a way it can only do when the paper is wet, and sometimes you want it to stick to place. study the effects of how watercolour works on different grades of wetness on paper to get better control over the end result.
  • i shared an awkward anectode about this already but seriously, all black ever does is make the rest of your colours ugly if you blend them so.. .don’t . .. use purple, green, blue, heck even red. any other pleasant colour.
  • don’t do lineart/sketch with charcoal or lead pencils! this will also make your colours muddy. use a colour pencil in any colour you like(i’m personally a fan of orange, but a lot of people use light blue because it’s close to white and harder to spot)
  • this is a personal tip but i guess while your colour dries, sometimes it’s really nice to put in a bit of other colours in it too… it looks vibrant and fun.
  • if you want a whole area the same colour, wet the area beforehand with just water and then add colour to it. this way, you won’t get weird lines between and mismatched colouring. 
  • don’t get too obsessed over details! i think at least. this is again, very personal but i find watercolour feels nicer when it’s more free and i guess less precise. but! do you honestly. 

that’s about.. all i can think of again, i’m by no means an expert at alLL it’s just something i do because it’s fun and………….. to be perfectly honest with you markers are too expensive for me LMAO…….. i’m only half kidding, but yeah. !!! hope this was.. of help!

Maybe This Time -- Chapter One “Random”

Tom Hiddleston x Plus Size OFC

No real description yet, It is going to be sweet and fluffy for the most part… but you guys know me… that never lasts haha

Chapter One - Random

It was just a random Thursday night. Why do the best things seem to happen on the most random days and the most random times? If it were a scene in a scene in a movie it would have been a rainy night. A chance meeting in a smoky bar or cafe. A sudden spotlight on the perfect girl in slow motion.

It wasn’t a movie though, so it had far less fanfare. It was a clear and quiet night, it was a hole in the wall cabaret in a neighborhood about halfway to being gentrified, and it was just a woman with a voice.

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