this shirt used to fit snugly

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could do a superhero Drarry? Maybe Hogwarts is the city?

So… this was interesting but I have no idea if this is what you were hoping for!


             “I just don’t get it!” Draco snarled, throwing the Daily Prophet into the fireplace. Despite the roaring fire, the title was still legible as it slowly burned away. ‘The Chosen One saves Hogwarts, Again.’

                “Why does anyone care if the bloody Chosen One saves old ladies from muggers? Who cares if he stops robbers from stealing? What does stopping crime even matter?”

                Pansy arched her brow as she hung upside down on the couch, shaking her head at both Draco and the blood rushing to her head.

                “The public loves him.” She pointed out, knowing that this conversation would drag on no matter what she said.

                “Which annoys me to no end!” Draco threw up his hands in the air. “His outfit is hideous; his hair is a fucking mess and his sidekick is a moron.”

                The statement was true. Pansy had to give him that.

                “Why am I never in the papers? I work hard. Daily. They treat me like a villain and I hate it.”

                Pansy had to cough to hide the snort that was threatening to come out. “Draco dear, you are a villain. You literally fight against the Chosen One.”

                “So?” Draco turned to Pansy with his hands on his waist. “I believe that deserves some recognition. You think it’s easy to be bad and look this good, at the same time?” He ignored the heavy sigh Pansy released.

                “Why are the headlines never about The Better One? It can’t be, ‘The Better One strikes again!’ No, it’s always, ‘The Chosen One saves Hogwarts’.”

                Pansy rolled her eyes as she righted herself. “No one calls you that.” She pointed out with a smirk when he glared. “You will always be known as the Slytherin.”

                “I like The Better One, better.”

                “I know you do.” She didn’t even bother hiding her patronizing tone. “But no one ever listens to what the villains want.”

                “Prejudice at its finest.”


              “Slow night tonight.” Harry spoke aloud, waiting for some kind of signal or cry of help.

               “Good, maybe that means I will actually get some sleep tonight.” Ron grumbled, folding his hands behind his head. “Hopefully the Slytherin stays home.” There was a pause as he tilted his head. “Or gets caught by the police. Either would make my night.”

                “Oh, I’m so hurt Weaselbee.” The drawling tone had both Harry and Ron straightening up but for two completely different reasons. “And here I thought I was your favorite person.”  

                “Don’t mistake me with Harry.” Ron retorted, relaxing back against the wall.

                “What are you doing here?” Harry asked pulling Draco towards him. “Shouldn’t you be out destroying the city?”

                “I’m not sure I like the lack of conviction in your tone. It’s as if you don’t believe I can actually destroy the city.”

                They both ignored the loud snort Ron released.

                Harry couldn’t stop the fond smile from forming. Draco as his counterpart was honestly adorable. The blonde wasn’t as evil as he tried to be.

                “I believe in you.” Harry promised. “If you think you can destroy Hogwarts, then I believe you.”

                Draco sniffed dramatically and turned his head to the side, snubbing the both of them. “That’s what I thought.” He sighed heavily before turning back to his lover. “I only stopped by to tell you that I will be home late tonight.”

                Ron groaned a little angrily. “That means that we will be late too, because we will have to clean up after whatever disaster you come up with tonight!”

                “Nothing is as disastrous as your costume.” Draco retorted, ignoring Weasley in favor of kissing Harry’s cheek.

                “How many times do I have to tell you that it isn’t a costume?” Demanded Ron.

                “It’s a bloody onesie.” Draco shuddered at the thought. “You look utterly ridiculous.” Which was the truth. The onesie was all red but not in a way that complimented the man’s hair.

                “And you don’t?” Ron wondered incredulously. “You are wearing tights!”

                Draco shrugged as he looked down at his own outfit. Green tight-fitting shirt tucked into his belt of many gadgets that wrapped snugly around his waist. His cape and tights were black with silver crests of snakes littered strategically.

                “They make my arse look good.”

                “He’s right.” Harry pointed out, running his hands down Draco’s back to cup said nice arse.

                “Mm.” Draco purred. “I think you are trying to seduce me into behaving.”

                “Is it working?” Ron asked, sitting up. “Because I could really use a night off.”

                Draco chuckled before taking a step back. “Seduce me when we get home, Chosen One.” The order was firm as he turned around and hopped on the ledge of the building.

                “Weasley, trip and catch on fire. Make my night.”

                They watched Draco give Harry a flirty wave and a kiss with his palm before jumping off the building.

                “I hate him.” Ron mumbled under his breath.

                Harry held out his hand for Ron and pulled him to his feet. “I love him.”

                “God knows why.” Ron shook his head. “I still can’t fathom why you would marry him. He’s a villain.”

                Before Harry could respond, Ron came to a standstill with a look of horror on his face. “He said fire, right? That means—”

                A giant explosion in the distance had Ron groaning loudly. “Great. Just great. We are going to be here all night. I swear if he blew up the bakery, I will kill him. That one is my favorite.”

                Harry shook his head as he made his way towards the ledge. He had a husband to catch.


To those who have left me prompts, I will get to them. Eventually. <3

Trans Fashion: DIY Packing Boxer Briefs

Finding affordable underwear to keep your packer in place is hard enough. Finding comfortable, well-fitting underwear that can do all that is practically impossible. Yet, here we are with a tutorial to do just that!

Here’s what you will need:

  • Underwear that is comfortable and fits snugly to your body (We used the blue Evolve pair(from Target), using the RodeoH’s for inspiration)
  • A piece of jersey-knit (t-shirt material) fabric that will cover the junk-area (Mine is cut from the bottom of an old t-shirt, which turned out to be handy, stay tuned for why)
  • Thread (I used a contrasting colour here for the sake of the tutorial, but you may want to use thread that matches your underwear)
  • Stick pins (aka: straight pins, sewing pins, etc)
  • A needle
  • Scissors (regular sized ones are better than the tiny ones in the photo)
  • About 6in. of elastic, ¼ in. or thinner.
  • Not Pictured: A marker that will show up on your inside fabric and a small safety pin

Step 1:

Lay your fabric out over the inside of the area where your packer will rest, if it already has a cuffed seam pre-sewn, make sure it’s at the top. Use your marker to trace a piece to fit the area (I used the seam around the junk-area as a guide.) If your fabric DOES NOT have a pre-sewn hem, leave at least ¾’’ extra at the top.

Step 2:
Cut on your black line and check to see that the piece fits. If it’s a tiny bit too small, don’t panic. We’re using jersey because it stretches.

Step 3:
If your fabric already has a seam, skip to step 4.
Fold over the excess your left at the top and stitch straight across, making a narrow casing which you will later thread elastic through, so leave the ends OPEN.

Step 4:

Pin the fabric around the junk-area and sew in short, tight stitches all the way around EXCEPT the top seam which you either just sewed, or was already created.

Step 5:

Put your safety pin on one end of your elastic and use it to thread the elastic through the top seam.

Step 6:

Stretch each end of the elastic slightly (about an inch or so) and sew it firmly to the underwear. 

And you’re done! Put in your packer and rock your fancy new underpants! Alex really likes these and says he feels like they perform equally to his RodeoH packer underwear.

If there were any steps that were unclear, please feel free to send us a message and we will clear it up for you!

Stay cool cuties!


Sewing and photos by Larra, underpants testing by Alex.

Homeward, Part 10

Pairings: Ward x friend!Reader, Danny x friend!Reader

Prompt: Reader is an abusive relationship with a member of the Hand and seeks out her childhood friends for help. (prompt by @rune-of-a-writer)

Warnings: Swearing, Implicit Domestic Abuse, Angst

Word Count: 3,416


Homeward, Part Ten

You opened your eyes and immediately froze. It took a few harrowing seconds for your eyes to adjust until you recognized the corners and shapes of Danny’s bedroom. You finally released your death-grip on the comforter.

It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. I’m safe.

It had been jumbled and confusing, but you were fairly sure your ex had been involved, and you were trapped. Unable to escape, even though the door to your old apartment was wide open. A pressure gripped your neck tightly, and you were paralyzed, unable to save yourself.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest. Not quickly, but slow and hard, and the tips of your fingers and toes tingled from sudden blood flood.

Shaking off the foul nightmare, you climbed out of the bed and stumbled across the darkened room, wondering what time it was. Picking your phone up from the nightstand, you realized it was half past seven.

“Shit,” you hissed as you put the phone back into your pants pocket. How long had you been asleep? Danny was probably pacing a trench into his lush, expensive carpet at your departure while Ward rolled his eyes at him.

Ward is worried too, you told yourself with a furrowed brow. Even if he hides it well, he wouldn’t bother unless he cared. Right?

The question was left unanswered as you opened the bedroom door and walked down the hallway into the living room, expecting to find one or both of them lounging as they had the night previously. Instead, you were met with a silent apartment. Lonely with bright lights filling the empty spaces.

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storm the gods - Chapter 3 - DecemberCamie - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 3 title: You make the darkness less dark

Chapter 3 word count: 2941


They’re together, but not alone, and that’s all that really matters.

I’m sorry that this chapter is a little late, I just moved into my new dorm room for the school year and the semester already started off with a bang if you know what I mean. The next chapter will be out on time, though! Can’t Pretend is my song rec for chapter 3 ^-^ 

Bless @softkillua for beta-ing this and everything else I write. He truly is amazing ^^ Thank you again also for the support for this fic! I hope you all enjoy this chapter~

Zeus’ Cabin is bigger than Poseidon’s, but just as empty. Just as cold.

Gon and Killua shove and push two of the beds together in the center room, right underneath the multi-colored ceiling of kaleidoscope mosaics. They watch the tiled clouds and sunbeams above their heads give way to splashes of stars and slivers of moonlight, and Gon feels like he’s floating in space with only Killua’s quiet breathing to keep him company.

“I’m not the son of Hades.” Killua’s voice shakes as he speaks. He sounds too small and too quiet, so different than the snappish boy Gon met in that first capture-the-flag game. “I’m not, Gon. I swear.”

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anonymous asked:

Haruka rin makoto souske nitori reactions when they find that their so fell asleep studying while wearing the boys' fave shirt/sports jacket. I really look forward to reading the posts on your blog everyday xD you should have something like a "get to know the admin" night. I'm sure your followers wanna know about you xD I know I do ugh i sound creepy sorry >___<"

Asdfghjkl chuu precious lovely thing things like this made me wish I wasn’t so busy so i could post everyday for you lovely people ♡♡♡ And you don’t sound creepy at all my dear! I would love to get to know you all! How about the typical Fridays? Would anyone else like that? Anyways, to the ask now~

Haru: He had stayed late swimming extra laps in the pool like always. It was just an inevitable thing with this boy and everybody knew it. With a small quiet sigh he walked into his house or more like the house of the both of you since you had moved in with him after high school. As he approached the room you both slept in he couldn’t help but be a little surprised that the light was on. It was late and he knew that so why were you awake?

Truth be told you had wanted to stay up to wait for him to get home plus sneak in a little studying for one of your classes you were struggling a little in. As he opened the door to the room the smallest of smiles came to his face as he saw you sleeping peacefully on your desk, your head resting on your arms. Once he approached you though he couldn’t help but be surprised as he finally noticed what you were wearing. It was his old Iwatobi swim shirt. Shaking your body a little you couldn’t help but stir slightly at his touch as your eyes gradually opened and saw him.

“What are you wearing that for?” He asked you quietly and waited for you to wake up enough to focus on your question. “I’m wearing it because I missed you…” You mumbled back at him as you sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. “I always wear it when I miss you because it makes me feel like you’re with me.”

Blinking at your response to him he couldn’t help but cough a little as he felt his face heat up. “Come on, let’s go to bed so we can sleep together.” With a sleepy smile you nodded your head and shuffled over to bed to wait for him to join him. Honestly, you were too cute for him sometimes.

Rin: He wasn’t meant to come home for at least another two weeks according to what he had told you over the phone so when he suddenly stepped foot right outside the door of the place you two lived in he couldn’t help but grin. This was the perfect surprise to him. Just sneak inside your house as quietly as possible and make himself comfy by sneaking inside the covers with you so you could wake up with him in bed the next morning.

Entering the place quietly he made his way over to the steps that would take him upstairs when the light shining from under a door on the first floor caught his eye. That was the room you used as a study for school. Quietly he made his way over and made sure to turn the door knob with caution as his head peeked in and saw you there resting right on the desk.

“You have to be kidding me…” He let out an exasperated sigh that was filled with worry as he approached you and froze on the spot as the words ‘Samezuka’ stared up at him. “That’s…” Smiling a little at the memory filled jacket he made sure to pull your chair back carefully to pick you up bridal style in order to take you upstairs to bed.

“Mh, Rin… five more minutes…” You mumbled and buried your face in his shoulder as he laughed softly and held you tighter. “Rin, your jacket smells just like fish…” Those words made him stop in his steps as he stared down at you with a confused look on his face as you stirred once more and mumbled, “That smell is supposed to be Haru’s job…” Shaking his head continued to walk towards the room you two shared. Sometimes he just didn’t get you.

Makoto: It had been so cold lately that Makoto couldnt help but look forward to arriving home and getting the chance to warm himself up by cuddling you close to him. Stepping inside the place you two lived in he blew some warm air into his hands as he slipped off his coat and hanged it inside the hallway closet. The first step of getting warm was done now the second step needed was to look for you.

Walking further into the house he couldn’t help but stop in his track as he saw you under the warmth of the kotatsu with his old Iwatobi team jacket draped over you as well and a nice pile of papers from school scattered all around you as well. “She must have been working really hard,” he mumbled quietly to himself in an attempt not to wake you up as he picked up the scattered papers around your resting body.

Once those were all settled he couldn’t help but slip in under the kotatsu with you as he pulled your body close to his and smiled at the sight of you resting. “The jacket really does suit you well. You look adorable in it.” He smiled and brushed some of your hair back as if you were awake to talk with him. “This isn’t exactly good for us to do. We should be heading to the safety and comfort of our bed but you look so peaceful _______.”

With a small hint of hesitation he placed a kiss on your forehead as you suddenly stirred and snuggled in closer to him. “Your jacket is so warm Makoto, it makes me feel like you’re really here…” You mumbled full of sleep which startled him a little until he realized you were sleep talking. “I’m going to wear it every night from now on.” Was your small confession which made me smile in adoration and hold you closer. If you wanted to you could wear it for the rest of your life as long as it made you happy.

Sousuke: His jacket had been hung for so long that he never really thought about it being worn ever again. That was at least until he came home from a small little training work out to help with his shoulder to see you sleeping soundly on the couch with one of your textbooks on top of you. The sight made him shake his head with a small smile as he thought about all the times you would nag him to take care of himself and yet here you were completely drained and napping.

The removal of your textbook from your chest is what made him drop it onto the floor as he saw his old swim team jacket around your body drowning it with all the extra fabric due to it being big on you. Carefully he sat dowm on the edge of the couch as a hand reached out to smooth out the wrinkles you sleeping on the couch had given the jacket as small nostalgic memories came to him.

“Its been a while…” He muttered quietly as he stood up once more to look for a blanket to drape over you. He would have tried to carry you to the bed but who knows what strain that would have caused his shoulder. He hated the limitations it gave him but he couldn’t show how much it truly bothered him without you worrying plus he didn’t need any pity felt for him.

Moving back to where you were at he decided to lay down by your side as he felt the familiar fabric brush against the arms that held you tight. As soon as the blanket he had brought over was draped on top of you both he made himself comfortable by your side as he waited for sleep to claim him. Maybe he would give you the jacket instead since he had no more use for it to be worn. After all, it would only be fair that the poor jacket wouldn’t suffer as well.

Nitori: The last thing Nitori expected was to come home one day and see you sleeping rather comfortable in a pair of your sweats and his old team shirt. Who would have thought it was an almost perfect fit as his shirt fit snugly on you. Not too big and not too small. It was basically perfect. What seemed to amuse the shy blushing cutie more though was the fact that despite you resting on your desk, which was something you shouldn’t have been doing, he was more concerned about the fact that you were wearing his shirt.

“That shouldn’t be such a distraction for me!” He exclaimed a little before clamping his hands above his mouth and looking at you to make sure he hadn’t woken you up. As you stirred a little in your spot he held his breath until you finally drifted off to sleep again. “That was close…” He sighed a little in relief and glanced from you to the bed. “Maybe I should move her over.”

Quietly pondering to himself he decided on what to do next as he carefully pulled the chair you were in away from the desk and tried to pick you up. It was a bit of a struggle for him at first but he eventually succeeded as he tucked you into bed and glanced at your cute sleeping form that was still wearing his shirt. Admitting it inside his mind he couldn’t help but blush and feel honored at the sight. You really did look cute in his shirt like that.

anonymous asked:

“So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?”

           “So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?” Daisy asked incredulously, automatically crossing her arms across her chest and leaning against the bar. She hadn’t pictured Jemma as the dating type at all, sitting in her lab, all work all the time. It was surprising, to say the least. Jemma’s request had stirred up two feelings inside her other than surprise: a bit of excitement and a hint of something bitter deep in her stomach. 

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Fic: One Condition (klaine, mpreg)

a/n: so a while back, slightestwind​ and i were talking about mpreg (surprise, surprise) and it turned into skank!kurt & mpreg!cheerio!blaine. so, here it is. almost 2400 words and unbeta’d.

On AO3

Blaine frowns when he pulls his pants up and they fit a little too snugly around his waist. He tugs the waistband out and his frown deepens when there isn’t as much give as there used to be. He’s always so careful when he washes his Cheerio pants – Coach Sue is going to absolutely murder him for shrinking them.

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Wonderland Part 7 (Dean)

A/N: Okay again I’m sorry it’s out late, my brain wasn’t cooperating properly
Gifs aren’t mine

Tagging: @brooklyn-writes-flangst 
@aprofoundbondwithdean ,
@xxleannewardxx ,
@bookishdorito ,

Pairings: Punk! Dean x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think this part has any…

Word Count: 1434

Summary: Dean’s a quiet boy at school you’ve barely ever spoken to but what happens when you accidentally grab his textbook instead of yours? 

Read: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Later that night found me snuggled up in a blanket on the couch, some old movie playing quietly on the tv; I wasn’t really watching it though, it was just background noise as I focused on my lap top screen. I’d decided to take a break working on my essay, opening up facebook to scroll through and find anything new; I’d been regretting that choice for the last five minutes, a weight pressing on my chest. Anna had uploaded a new photo an hour ago, One of her sitting on the hood of Michael’s ute, his arm slung around her shoulders and a smile on their faces; however it wasn’t so much them that had my stomach churning, it was the other two people in the photo. Gabe was standing next to Michael, the most relaxed look on his face that I had ever seen, his hands placed along the shoulders of the girl sitting next to Anna; even though I didn’t regret the decision of ending things between us, the fact that he had obviously moved on that quickly stung.

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Turning Point

I’ve been told to ship some Mace, and so I tried, and this happened. I should thank this kid for her on point feedback and this kid for putting up with my the sheer quantity of my random questions at all hours of the night.



Sometimes, friendships have those moments, where something big happens, and you’re teetering on the edge. And you have to decide what you want to do, which way you want to fall. Because there’s no ignoring it. You either keep going, or you go back. There’s no friendship limbo, not anymore.

And sometimes, the moment isn’t really that big, sometimes it’s just a number of small moments, that gently nudge you until you’re finally close enough to the edge. Forcing you closer and closer, until you have to decide.

But what do you do? Do you back away? Or do you jump and pray to God for a safe landing?

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3.0 miles / 34:30 / 11:30 pace

30 seconds on @ 7.0mph, 30 seconds off x6
1 minute break
20 seconds on @ 7.5mph, 10 seconds off x6
1 minute break
20 seconds on @ 8.0mph, 10 seconds off x6
1 minute break

And then I did 2:1 minute intervals for the rest. I needed this run! So desperately bad. My body hasn’t felt like this in way too long. The sweat down my back, the red blotchy skin, the wobbly legs. Ah!!! I have missed it so badly. Thank you, body. 

Did I mention that I worked 8:30am-3pm, and 4-10pm today? I even stretched and did a wee bit of arm work after this run.

I’m coming back, y'all.