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Photograph Of Unknown Union Hospital Steward

The full uniform of medical or hospital stewards, shown here, was usually only worn in hospitals for inspections and for other occasions that called for the dress uniform. The full dress uniform was, by regulation, to consist of a dark-blue, single-breasted frock coat, with “half chevrons” consisting of emerald green cloth, one and three fourths inches wide, running obliquely downward from the outer to the inner seam of the sleeve, and at an angle of about 30 degrees. In the center, embroidered in yellow silk, was a Caduceus 2 inches long. The rest of the uniform was the same as for regular enlisted men.

Hospital stewards were non-commissioned officers who were required to have knowledge of pharmacy, cooking, and minor surgery in order to perform their work. They were also required to have legible handwriting, a firm grasp of the English language, and adequate spelling skills. Stewards were paid $22 per month.

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Pacific Rim AU x FFXV

What I literally threw popped at @mandakatt like a day ago about this Pacific Rim AU thing. I wanna try my hand in this but I’m too busy nowadays with uni and I honestly want to write it but ughh stupid writer’s block oh and also, instead of using the Drift thing we cooked up a little something else to replace that just to fit in the FFXV universe, so here goes nothing!

Also at @mandakatt I hope this will be a bit of a boost for you, I still can’t wait to see what you’ll cook up for this :D

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It was a tall thing–towering over probably two hundred feet, the head alone as wide as three houses and shaped like a broom. Beady neon eyes flickered atop the mohawk-like appendage as they homed in on you–you and Pelna both, and when you look at him, you knew that you sported the same horrified look as he did.

“The Lunarian,” he said. “Astral Category Three, about three hundred and thirty feet tall. Acidic blood, green. We dubbed her Asura.”

You didn’t know half of what he said, but you knew what ’three hundred and thirty feet tall’ and ’acidic blood’ meant. Those, and ’Astral Category Three’.

Have they evolved that fast in a span of nine years?

The metal glove in your hand felt heavy; occupying the left hemisphere of the Link already made you feel dizzy, nauseous and delirious, but nonetheless afraid and… probably excited? You didn’t know.

Was this how it felt like to want to kick some Astral’s behind so bad?

You turned to Pelna again, noted the hesitance shining in his eyes, so you beat him to it as you said, “If you’ve got second guesses  then it’s far too late right now and I’m already here trying to move this thing with you while trying not to get eaten by a three hundred feet tall monster while Lib and my sister are at home expecting us to come back in two perfect person pieces.” You halted, took a deep breath, and continued, “So either you shut it, or we get this done and over with. Then we can go home and be happy and forget none of this happened, understood?”

Shell-shocked by your barrage of words, he simply nodded, muttering a stunted “yes, ma'am”; you turned your attention away from him, and focused on the Astral before you, which was currently thrashing about in the waters, a little ways from the coast which housed about fifty fishermen currently prepping to cast out to sea.

You sure as hell weren’t going to let that sick ass alien thing to get close to anyone, let alone a human.

- yoitssabrine

I did some outdoors sketching during a brief glimmer of sunshine, but the on-flowing mysteries past the broad river-bend were barred by a beaked guardian.

since the haikyuu fandom has been taking quite the nap I’ve been reminiscing on some fandom memes memories like:

  • fresh young blueberry
  • bokuto: knee pads or leggings
  • MEGANE OIKAWA
  • that anon(s) that went on a kageyama-hate spree
  • the fandom losing it over BFMTIAS
  • the Iwaoi-different-universities crisis
  • thank you for these three years
  • continual fandom-wide support of the pretty setter squad
  • when eita appeared and everyone lost their minds
  • you should have come to shiratorizawa

feel free to add more

Truth May Vary

Yes, hi, excuse me, passing through, dropping crap all over the fandom. 

Hi. So, I did the prompt! @pink-paladin-lance hope you like it, tho I didn’t made it as angsty bc I craved fluffiness and well, …yeah. Hope you like it anyways!

Ps. Long Post. So yeah! No warnings? Just mean aliens, psh. 

Nothing much to say? Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and the idea come from @pink-paladin-lance (:

Edit: ….Did i fixed it the damn problem or? 


“Alright! Another win for Voltron!” Hunk shouts animatedly as he wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulder, shaking him as he cheers, “Did you guys see how Keith dodged that laser beam when one of the Galras tried to sneak up on him? Keith, buddy, that was amazing! You totally flipped them!”

Keith laughs as he takes off his helmet and brushes Hunk’s praise off. “What? No, come on! Are you kidding? Were you even present when your Lion completely crushed that rock and saved the entire village? Because I was and it was out of this planet, man.”

“Okay, guys, but I think I speak for everyone that the best part was when we formed Voltron and we completely destroyed that Robeast because Shiro’s plan was on point!” Pidge cuts in, grinning behind her shoulder to meet their leader, “If it hadn’t been for your quick thinking, the battle would have taken a lot longer.”

Shiro chuckles from his place besides Allura and waves the compliments off with a hand. “No way. The plan was a success because your plants held the Robeast long enough for us to make a move, Pidge. You have been improving a lot since the day we found of about your Lion’s power.”

Lance watches from the sidelines as he stands besides Coran, a few feet away from the team. He smiles fondly as he hears them cheer and praise each other, their adrenaline and enthusiasm that always come from a winning battle still running through their blood.

“Wait, wait, but did you guys notice when Lance –” Keith’s sentence is suddenly cut off when the Prince of the Royal Family from the Kingdom they just saved clears his throat abruptly, catching everyone’s attention and making Keith’s proud grin to dim, replacing it with a frown.

“On behalf of my people and my Mother, I would like to express our gratitude towards the brave Paladins of Voltron who saved us today and forevermore, for it is their duty to defend and serve this Universe from the claws of evil.” The Prince says, voice high and powerful.

He stares into each of the Paladin’s eyes before they fall on Allura. “Princess Allura, please, as a thank you, allow us to escort you and the entire team to our Castle in order to present you an exquisite and well deserved banquet in your honor.”

Allura smiles and opens her mouth to respond but Lance’s voice beats her to it.

“Sure, dude!” He shouts happily, walking a few steps until he’s standing beside Allura and Shiro. “A banquet is always appreciated! I mean, Voltron really kicked some serious ass today if you know what I mean.” Lance can hear the way his team groan and chuckle at his words, too used to Lance’s cocky facade and he can feel Allura’s playful smack of her hand on his ribs.

Lance’s grin fades when the Price stares down at him unamused and something inside him drops unpleasantly.

“Blue…Paladin, of course.” The Prince says, a bore and uninterested tone on the back of his tone as he forces a rigid polite smile, “While I agree with you on the fact that Voltron surely won this battle by their own hands, I have to ask…”

He pauses, letting his words linger in the air as he takes a step towards Lance and clicks his tongue.

“Why are you on the team? I’m sure that your … talents, if you even have some, can be of much assistance back in the Castle.”

Lance’s smile falls and he hears the way someone behind him takes a sharp intake of breath but Lance doesn’t bother to turn around to found out who exactly.

“Well, I am the Blue Paladin. I have to be where the team is, of course.” Lance says, mouth twitching in what he hopes to be a smile but ends up being a grimace.

The Prince clicks his tongue once again and shakes his head as if in disappointment. “Ah, my apologies, Blue Paladin. I had just assumed that you were just filling the spot for the time being until the true Blue Paladin claimed the title.”

Lance doesn’t need to turn around to know what’s happening behind his back. He can feel the tense air that has settled on the team. He can hear the hard shallow pants from Hunk’s end as the Yellow Paladin tries to suppress the urge to lunge at the Prince. He can hear the soft faint sound of Shiro’s arm activating itself along with Keith’s bayard. He can even feel Pidge’s deathly glare that goes through him to get to their target that is the Prince.

He feels the grip of Allura’s hand on his suit tighten and the way Coran’s hand find its way until it’s resting on his shoulder.

But the Prince doesn’t. He doesn’t see, feel or sense any of what Lance does because they are not his team, they are Lance’s.

The Prince continues.

“No offense, Blue Paladin, but I had actually thought that Princess Allura here was the rightful Paladin for the Blue Lion. Having her leadership and power aside, she seems to be such a good fit for the title.”

Lance doesn’t disagree.

“Of course, I might be wrong. After all, there must be a reason why you are fighting besides Voltron itself. I speak out only because I believe your talents have been blurred by being surrounded by such powerful people and I’m merely concerned about the efficiency in future battles, thinking that your efforts may not be good enough –”

Lance can’t even come up with a response because suddenly there’s a body rushing past him and then Keith is standing there, pressing his Marmora Blade against the Prince’s neck.

“Would you like to say that again? Just to make sure I have the right motive to make you regret those words?” Keith hisses, face inches away from the Prince’s.

“Keith.” Coran calls, sharp and with a hidden warning, “Step back from the Prince, right now, Young Paladin.”

“But Coran –!”

Right now.

Keith growls but ends up taking a step back, his scowl deep in his face as he glares at the Prince from a distance.

“Prince Yult,” Allura says, voice tight and on edge as she releases Lance’s suit and takes a step forward, “While we appreciate your hospitality, you have no right to –”

“Princess Allura, if I may?” Lance cuts off, quiet but firm as he raises his chin high, staring at her evenly.

Allura stares right back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she nods.

“Prince Yult.” Lance addresses respectfully and waits until the royal nods at him before he continues, “I can understand your confusion about my position as a Paladin and your concern around the topic. My team’s talent and power is unmeasured and it’s not something anyone can live up to.”

“Lance…” Keith mumbles behind him but Lance continues.

“Which is why I must ask of you, not to doubt my team’s efficiency based on their one weakness that is me.”

“Lance, that’s enough.” Shiro snaps, low and dangerous but Lance doesn’t stop.

“Rest reassured, your highness.” Lance smiles, tight and forced, “That Voltron shall continue winning more battles and I will not be a liability to the team.”

“Buddy, come on, stop –”

“Now, if you excuse me, your highness.” Lance says, cutting Hunk’s plead short, “I shall take my leave. I’m sure the rest of the team would love to meet the Queen, but I sadly need to go back to the Castle and stand guard.”

Lance doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns around, ignoring the way Keith reaches out to him and how the rest of the team calls his name.

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Inspired by today’s eclipse and for @sterekwritingroom‘s flash event.

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The first group of weres pass through Beacon Hills on a Thursday. Stiles probably wouldn’t notice except that he’s spent the past year and a half hanging out almost exclusively with supernatural beings and that… well, ok, these guys aren’t exactly subtle. They tilt their heads almost in sync as he passes by them –– heading in to pay cash at the gas station while they pile back into their packed SUV. Noses flare, stances shift, and Stiles has about point five seconds to plan a bolt back to the Jeep before one of them’s announcing “Don’t trouble your Alpha; we’re just passing north for the event.” And then they’re back in the SUV and gone.

So… yeah, not to diminish Stiles’ awesome deductive skills here but… not subtle.

The second sighting happens before school on Friday, when Stiles ducks into the Dunkin’ Donuts for some much needed coffee and practically trips over a trio of sugar-high toddlers. One of them, wearing what looks like a home-painted t-shirt, decorated with a slightly uneven yellow circle, is midway through whining “Momma, we’re gonna miss the––“ when she stops in her tracks to stare up at him.

Stiles blinks down at her, the door perched against his elbow.

“Say ‘scuse me,” the boy next to her murmurs. It’s too early for this, brain crawling the sludge-slow of non-coffee through his system, and Stiles isn’t sure which of them he’s talking to.

“Excuse me,” he says and all three immediately shuffle, staring wide enough it makes Stiles’ eyes ache for them. He starts past, scrubbing a hand across his jaw self-consciously, wondering if he’d missed sleep drool or a sock in his hair or something on his mad rush out the door but, two steps past, the youngest kid snuffles and speaks up, soft: “Are you gonna come see the moon with us?”

It takes another step for Stiles to register that she’s talking to him, but by the time he blinks back the boy’s already tutting at her.

“No Lucy. He’ll go with his own pack.”

The little girl’s mouth opens in a wide, understanding O, while her older sister tugs proudly on her yellow circle shirt. It’s painted a messy black in the middle, inside the bright golden edge, and Stiles kind of forgets coffee for a minute in the face of actual werewolf children and then there’s a woman stepping up behind them, coffee and a box of munchkins in hand, dropping a fond hand to ruffle the boy’s hair as she gives Stiles an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, they’ve never been through another pack’s territory before. We’ve been driving since Arizona –– long trip for the little ones. But I couldn’t miss the chance for them to experience this. Best sighting until totality in 2017!”

“I’ll be ten,” says the boy, in the tone of one who’s done the math very carefully a dozen times over.

Stiles nods, a little lost because werewolf toddlers, and manages “well that’s… good.”

“I’m two,” the youngest puts in proudly, vaguely missing the thread of the conversation but eager to take part, and Stiles smiles back, wishing he had a little more coffee in his system because it’s not like he’s oblivious about what’s going on in the world this weekend, but he’s starting to feel a little dense for not connecting all kinds of dots sooner.

Then again, there’s another person who probably could’ve connected them for him.

“They don’t know how lucky they are,” the woman adds, beaming down. “I had to wait years for my first one and I’ll never forget the experience. Of course, you won’t feel it the same way as us,” her tone going apologetic, “but I’m sure your pack can’t wait to take part.”

And then she’s ushering the kids out the door with promises of donuts in the car, and Stiles is tugging out his phone, pulling up Derek Hale’s number.

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Poets and Parties

Originally posted by got7europe

Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the @kpoptrashnetwork ‘s Fall Collaboration Project. Welcome to the GOT Halloween Party, a series with @iwonchubebe (Missed) and @rude–jude (Like an Animal)

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex)

Word Count: 5,037

Prompt: “I’m trick-or-treating with my kid and you answered the door and oh - fuck me, you’re seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Summary: As part of the campus little buddies program, you’re bringing Abby trick-or-treating. When she runs up to the GOT (Gamma Omega Tau) fraternity house though, and Jaebum opens the door - everything that once was sensible flies out of your brain. 

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No Strings (IX)

.Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,940

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by gotmeolk

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anonymous asked:

There are non stop metas in Jon's tag about why J*nsa is endgame. Could you please explain why Jonerys is actually endgame? Just something to counter this irritating stream of J*nsa

Hi anon! I don’t think that people writing meta for their ship is irritating. But I do think Jonerys is endgame. My answer is under the cut because it is absolutely enormous. This took a lot of time but I hope it offers you some reassurance. 

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Something Sweet

Dean x Reader

Ice cream for breakfast leads to something sweeter.

Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, making out, explicit smut quickie, hunting injury.  
WC: 1669 On AO3

A/N: This is for @atari-writes Birthday Challenge- Happy Birthday! Prompts are L and #8 in bold. And for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge, Prompt #52 from Never Been Kissed in bold italics. 


It’d been a rough hunt. Sam, Dean, and I had been ambushed by more vamps than we expected, and barely made it out of there alive. Two hundred miles later we were home and as the Impala rolled into the garage I slowly opened my eyes. Dean turned the car off and looked over his shoulder.

“Wake up, sweetheart. We’re home.” He opened the driver’s side door and crawled out before opening the backdoor. “Can you walk by yourself?”

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Seven concerning traits in a suitor

1. They are always at the start of every list, curling around the number one like a playful snake. You first found them on the compass rose of an old map. They leave ink in your bed at regular intervals and smell slightly of mildew.
2. You are unable to talk about that day you playfully pulled open their trenchcoat and found that they were in fact seven piglets standing on top of each other. Dinner has become especially awkward. Once a week you order sausages from the local takeaway and spend an hour silently looking at them.
3. Her pockets are always full of damp gravel. You cannot meet her parents, because she was born from the scarred rock of the nether mountains, and they are under a glacier at the moment, and (as she is fond of telling you) this is as clear a do not disturb sign as they will ever give.
4. He has a succession of suspicious great-aunts; although you have never met them, whenever you discover something dead in his vicinity it was always one of the great-aunts who was responsible. You have tried calling one of the aunts; she appears to run a pizzeria and cannot come to the phone right now.
5. She likes to wear a cloak three hundred kilometres wide, under which you have reason to believe she may be hiding a substantial portion of Greenland. You have talked to her about the risk to the Earth’s albedo of doing this, but she remains unbothered.
6. They are an alien being on a desparate mission from a distant planet and find the Earth’s atmosphere distressingly toxic. You believe they may only be snuggling up close to you on a night out so that they can breathe your exhaled carbon dioxide.
7. They do not listen to what you have to say. In fact, they do not listen to what anyone has to say. In part because of this worrying trait, they are about to crash into the Earth and destroy the human race.

My boss is trying to get rid of some furniture after selling a family property and asks ‘hey, do you need a couch?’

“Nah, I can’t fit a couch in my apartment.”

“… what do you mean you can’t fit a couch in your apartment?”

I indicate the aisle I’m standing in, which is about three feet wide. “This about how much floorspace we have in our livingroom.”

She is aghast. 

“Why do you live in a place THAT SMALL?”


I’M POOR. 

Queen (ThunderIron Quick Fic)

Filling a prompt from @ajanamyth​ — I hope this is what you wanted babe.

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“Hey honey.” Tony ran his fingers through his hair tiredly. “Aren’t you looking pretty? Clean up nice, don’t you?” His words were nearly slurring, but not because he was drunk.

No, Tony just hadn’t slept in pushing thirty six– oh scratch that– forty two hours.

So he was way past exhausted and edging quickly into so -tired -I’m- just- wide- awake- and- hallucinating-things territory.

Which was a very plausible excuse for the fact that he was not only chatting up, but almost coming on to Mjolnir as she sat on the table where Thor had left her earlier. Of course Tony knew he was talking to Mjolnir, but hey, if he could talk to his bots like they understood him, he was damn sure gonna talk to a hammer that had some sort of life energy or force of it’s own. Sorry, of her own.

So sure. Tony was chatting up the hammer.

“You wanna go to bed?” Tony asked and then giggled to himself. “No not with me. I better take you back to Thor, he will probably get all sorts of jealous if you end up in my room. Is that weird? Do you like.. Do you have anything going on in there?” Tony blinked at the hammer for a minute.

“Alright. I need to sleep. Standing here waiting for a hammer to talk back to me. Alright. Upsie-Daisy let’s get going.”

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Straight White Boy Problem #820

bro. you’ll never guess what happened. so I was at the gym playing basketball with Jordan, my black friend, and he was on my team. i passed the ball to Jordan, my black friend, and he had an easy layup, but Jordan, my black friend, missed the layup! I couldn’t believe that Jordan, my black friend, missed the layup! Our team would have won that pick up game if Jordan, my black friend, made that layup! Hey did I mention that Jordan was black? just making sure my dude. you should come play a pick up game with us sometime. they are REALLY intense

Tall Drink Of Water

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Summary: The reader introduces Jared to her best friends at a Fall carnival.

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 1,306

Halloween Request: @wanderlustindreams


“I really want a caramel apple. Then again I could go for a fried dough.” You ramble on to your boyfriend. “I should probably eat real food first. A hot dog counts as a meal. Right?”

“Y-yeah. Sure.” Jared stumbles out barely acknowledging you, more engrossed in the bumper stickers on the car in front of you.

“We should probably do some of the rides first, it wouldn’t be wise to do them after eating tons of junk.” You think out loud, watching the distracted man next to you nod his head.

“My god. I sound like a sixty year old woman.” With a huff, you dig into your handbag then pull out your favorite lip gloss to reapply it.

“Nah. I’d say fifty.” Jared plasters on a strained smile, then starts adjusting his leather jacket like it’s suddenly too constricting for him.

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Jellies come in all shapes and stripes—in this case, purple ones! Purple-striped jellies can grow quite large, with their bells reaching up to three feet wide and the tentacles extending to 25 feet!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 3,276

Request: Helloo again :) I hope it’s okay that I request something again :) . You’re Wanda’s best friend and she invites you over to the Avengers compound for the first time. So as you get there you’re immediately lost but a lovely guy finds you and helps you find your way. Bucky. Since then you visit her more often and after a while you’re friends with all Avengers so Wanda, Natasha and Steve decide you bring you and Buck together cause they see how you act with each other and it works ? :) THX<3″

Warning: Flufffff

A/N: Requested by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains, Hope you enjoy, sweetie! sorry for taking so long!  I’m trying to get through these requests, I promise the next parts to “I’ll Wait” and “Say It” will be out soon! <3. Much love to you all! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


If you were to say so yourself, you were quite good at a lot of things. You had passed the most of your schooling years with ease; your favorite sport was also practiced with ease and most important of all, your life really wasn’t that complicated.

Walking around in the big compound, however, reminded you how horrible you were at finding your way around new places. To be fair, the compound was huge and basically a labyrinth in itself, and you inwardly cursed yourself for not having told Wanda to come pick you up by the door.

Muttering under your breath, you rounded yet another hallway. Walking slowly trying to look to the sides to determine just where the damn living room could be. How long you had been walking around, you had no idea about. Sighing deeply you came to a stop and looked out of the hallway window, the view was pretty amazing, but again, it was the Avengers compound, of course, everything would be amazing. Turning to look around again, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t even be able to find the main entrance to tell Wanda where you were. Your shoulders fell, and you were about a second from beginning to groan in frustration.

“You seem to be looking a little lost, can I offer my help?”

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A variety of cheetah with a rare mutation for cream-coloured fur marked with large, blotchy spots and three dark, wide stripes extending from their neck to the tail.
In 1926 Major A. Cooper wrote about an animal he had shot near modern-day Harare. Describing the animal, he noted its remarkable similarity to the cheetah, but the body of this individual was covered with fur as thick as that of a snow leopard and the spots merged to form stripes. He suggested that it could be a cross between a leopard and a cheetah. After further similar animals were discovered, it was established they were similar to the cheetah in having non-retractable claws – a characteristic feature of the cheetah. Since 1927 the king cheetah has been reported five more times in the wild; an individual was photographed in 1975 in the Kruger National Park, South Africa. They are incredibly rare, even in captivity, as the distinctive fur pattern is caused by a rare mutation of a recessive gene; both parents must carry the ‘King gene’ in order for the offspring to show off the spectacular markings of a King cheetah, possibly the most beautiful of Africa’s wild cats. Working @hesc_endangeredspeciescentre a while ago on a very wonderful book, more on this shortly..with thanks to the amazing folks there for the incredible work they do.

“We’ll fight them together.”

DATING SIRIUS BLACK WOULD DEFINITELY INCLUDE…

+ at first everyone thought you hated each other
+ but you guys were actually good friends
+ you guys would totally sneak out to the forbidden forest
+ and you would steal Remus’ chocolate stash
+ you would be in the Gryffindor common room sooo often
+ and you’d make bets about what couples would get together
+ you were with jily from the beginning
+ you guys would sneak into the kitchens late at night
+ and you two would’ve been low-key responsible for the squid in the Black Lake
+ and you’d frequently get Sirius out of detention
+ or you would go to detention with him
+ he’d always have an arm around your waist
+ cuddly Sirius Black
+ you guys would sneak up to the Astronomy Tower
+ you’d have some sirius inside jokes
+ and whenever the two of you meet in the hallways you greet each other by obnoxiously singing muggle songs
+ no one else knows what’s going on 99.99% of the time
+ Sirius would be protective of you
+ but not too protective
+ and he’s always so warm
+ and you’ll never admit it but his hair always smells so good
+ you’re a little jealous
+ and he’s kind of short
+ so you make jokes about it
+ and he pretends to hate it
+ but he loves it
+ you guys frequently star gaze
+ and you just laugh as he talks about the family members he hates
+ and pouty Sirius Black
+ like, he needs a lot of attention
+ and if he doesn’t get it, he get’s all pouty
+ his eyes are like, three times as wide
+ and his lower lip pops out
+ and you think it’s sooo cute
+ and he knows this
+ so he uses it to his advantage
+ but there are also hard times
+ like when his family is a little too much
+ so the two of you will just cuddle
+ for the whole day
+ your full-time job would be ruffling his hair
+ and he mumbles in his sleep
+ and sometimes he talks about you
+ but you never tell anyone
+ and he’s just a super cute lil’ thing

AND FLUFF ENSUES