this what happen when i'm up late


Best of Tems, Worst of Tems…

I am SO sorry @abadtime.

The final picture is my current area of residence. You can reach me via Vick the trash man.

Since I firmly believe that Percival Graves has hurt enough, I am hereby an enforcer of the idea that the real Percival is blissfully unaware of what happened those two days. The following week, he turns up at work 15 minutes late with Starbucks. He frowns at the drawn wands greeting him with drawn eyebrows and a thundering glare and demands an explanation. The disapprovement morphs rapidly to incredulity. “I take one week off for once in my life, and you incompetent morons let what happen in my city?!“

coming at you with some scorbus bed-sharing headcanons that no one asked for: 

  • it started out occasional and accidental — you know, staying up late in albus’s bed, late-night conversations turning into falling asleep on top of the covers because getting to know each other was just too exciting to press pause for the night
  • but then after what happened fourth year, it becomes a bit more purposeful, scorpius jokingly-but-not-really complaining that he’s too lazy to get up and go to his own bed, so can’t he just sleep there?
  • because listen, scorpius likes waking up to albus and knowing he’s still in a world where he exists because yeah, everything’s fine now, he’s malfoy the unanxious, but that was a pretty scary time, okay?
  • and then there it is: just two best friends platonically spending the night together in albus’s bed
  • scorpius loves cuddling before they fall asleep on the rare occasion that albus will let him, but no matter what, what do you know, scorpius wakes up wearing albus anyway
  • it’s cute, it’s chill, all of slytherin thinks they’re messing around long before the notion that this platonic bed-sharing thing is Weird even crosses albus and scorpius’s minds 
  • and then slowly, things start to shift. it’s nothing that crosses a line, just the type of stuff they can pretend they’re asleep for: breath on faces and cheeks in necks and hands accidentally brushing skin under hems of pajamas and knees wedging between thighs disguised as shifting in their sleep 
  • and then one night, everything feels a bit More and a bit Unbearable and there’s really no ignoring the fact that they’re both awake and aware and they hover in front of each other’s faces in the dark for a solid ten minutes and are shaking slightly enough that when they clumsily bump lips in the dark, they can’t help but whisper to ask if it’s okay
  • but of cOURSE it’s okay, it’s them, and they’re suddenly both deadass aware that they’ve both been playing this dumb game for a month, dancing around pretending to be asleep just to be able to accidentally-on-purpose wind up pressed together, and there’s a bit of laughing but mostly a crashing of Pent Up Feeling instead and albus wastes no time rolling over him and getting down to all the messy kissing they should’ve been doing a month ago 
  • also i would be amiss not to mention that there’s probably a bit of uninhibited teenage dry humping and by ‘probably’ and ‘a bit,’ i mean ‘definitely’ and ‘a lot’
  • the end

FUNNY STORY ABOUT THESE: for whatever reason, the place I bought them from shipped them separately. Chirrut was to arrive on Monday, Baze on Tuesday. But when UPS tried to deliver on Monday, my roommate couldn’t get to the door in time. So I tried to have Chirrut delivered to my local UPS Access Point. But for whatever reason, it wouldn’t let me, so I crossed my fingers that they would deliver him with Baze the next day since I was planning on working from home. Then of course Tuesday, there was a snowstorm and UPS didn’t deliver anything. I was able to arrange to have Baze delivered to the Access Point, but it still wouldn’t let me have Chirrut delivered there. So I left a note for the driver to deliver to the coffee shop under my apartment instead. Then right before I left work today, my roommate texted me to let me know I had two large packages waiting for me. Long story short: there’s no power in the universe that can separate these two.

  • Nico: @percy i had a crush on you
  • Percy: ...
  • Annabeth: me too lmao up top
fic: brought it back - harry/louis (sexswap)

by gravitycentered
8,195 words, explicit
(canon compliant, sexswap)
for peitrom​ for the girl direction fic exchange (check the notes on ao3 for clarification on this!) 

They’re only a week into the American leg of the tour when it happens.

Louis wakes up without his cock and finds it bloody impossible to have an orgasm in such an unfamiliar body. Harry is very curious about what it’d feel like. They work something out.

read @ ao3

Am I the only one that’s, like, there’s got to be some kind of reveal at some point before Chloe and Alya get their miraculouses, or very soon after. Because having four miraculous users in the same classroom when they can’t organize and schedule out who does what is going to be ridiculous. Like, this show has a LOT of ridiculous things happening (which is fine), but I dunno, that seems like a bit much even for this show. And don’t even get me started if Nino eventually gets the turtle. 

Somebody’s gotta figure somethin’ out cuz, otherwise, Ms. Bustier gonna stop lettin’ people go to the bathroom since half her class just never’s comin’ back when they should and all leavin’ at the same time. 

Originally posted by akas-ladybug

ogsja  asked:

Yay! I love your comics so much! They make my day when I'm down (and lately it happens a lot)! Could you consider LEGolas/LEVgolas etc and Gimlyaku (only if you have free time)? Sry for my bad english and have a nice day!

Thank you so much for liking my comics dude! :’)
Glad they could cheer you up!
Here friendo, have some elves and dwarves B)


What happens when he grows tired of her? We both know he will. He always does. She’ll be the girl who gave up her dreams and can’t get them back. Because by then it will be too late.


A Critical Survey: The Evolution of Barbara’s Bouffant [excerpted from Studies in Bouffant-ology, volume 1]:

The astute viewer will realize that there is not one bouffant, but many. The precise style varies serial by serial, but a general progression is observed: in the beginning, it starts out with relatively modest dimensions, and gradually increases in height and poufiness until reaching it’s zenith somewhere around ‘Dalek Invasion of Earth’ and 'The Rescue’, where it seems to defy scientific possibility in it’s perfectly spherical appearance. 'The Romans’ and 'The Crusade’ being the outliers that musn’t be counted due to their complete lack of bouffant, 'The Web Planet’ presents an interesting case study, being cut off from the bouffant chronology, and it is perhaps the most subdued of late period bouffants. 'The Chase’, however, is surely the most fascinating, as it is both a complete break from all that has gone before, and the final iteration of this distinct hairdo phenomenon. While early period bouffants featured a soft wave in their side-sweep, and those of the later period did not, the side part was ubiquitous, to the point of being inextricable from the concept of what many know as 'the bouffant of badassery’. Yet, in 'The Chase’ the part is finally dispensed with altogether. A barette prominently anchors this new style, and though it’s pouf factor is of the more modest dimensions that were characteristic of earlier styles, one cannot help but feel that there may perhaps have been some need to have an exterior element to reign in this new bouffant, lest it grow to the enormous, dare we say extravagant, proportions of it’s immediate predecessors. Indeed, theories abound that it was in fact the mid-late period bouffant reaching 'critical mass’, that caused it’s subsequent fall, and permutation into this new, more simplified form. 

(see notes at end of chapter)