took this a couple of years ago

“My mother had always been functional as long as she took her medicine. But a couple years ago I began to notice a change. When we spoke on the phone, she’d laugh at the smallest things. Everything was a joke to her. But then she could also get very angry. She became convinced that people were plotting against her. She kicked all my siblings out of the house. When I went home to California, I discovered that she had drawn lines and circles inside all of her books. She seemed fixated on certain times and dates. Everything bothered her. She started calling me ‘faggot’ and things like that. It’s been a tough two years. She’s gotten worse and worse. I’ve flown back to California four times, but we barely speak when I’m home. It’s like she’s not even there. Meanwhile I’ve stopped investing in my friendships. I’ve had to drop out of my dance company. I’ve been getting depressed. Even when I’m not with her, I’m worrying about her. It’s getting to the point where I have to choose not to care about this. I have to think of her as gone. I didn’t create this. I created my life. And I don’t think I can take care of us both.”

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

‘Lady Liuwa’

A couple years ago (back when I actually watched TV) I happened upon a documentary called The Last Lioness, which told the story of a lioness known as ‘Lady Liuwa’, the last lion of Liuwa Plain National Park.
The park used to be full of wildlife, lions included, but after the turmoil of a civil war the populations were decimated. Poaching and illegal trophy hunting took a heavy toll on both herbivores and carnivores, particularly the lions of the plain, and after all was said and done only one remained: Lady Liuwa.

As most of you know, lions are a social cat, but Lady Liuwa was condemned to live a life of solitude for around decade.
Her roar could be heard for miles, calling for family that no longer existed.

However, this story does have a happy ending. Lions began to be reintroduced to the park in 2008 and by 2016 at least two litters of cubs had been born, both to a lioness named Sepo, who became Lady Liuwa’s closest companion.

Now just the other night I was reminded of this legendary lioness and decided to search her up, see if there were any updates on her and her pride, only to be met with news that, as much as I dreaded it, knew would inevitably come.

Lady Liuwa was estimated to be around 17 years old at the time of her death, very old for a wild lion, let alone one who had to survive on her own for so long.

So rest easy Lady Liuwa, Queen of the Liuwa Plain, and let your story of strength and perseverance never be forgotten.

(??? - August 9th 2017)

What’s really funny is that it seems that the same people screaming that “humans are naturally herbivores!!” are the same ones screaming “dogs are actually omnivores!!”

That’s not how evolution works, you ass backward baboons.

Dogs have only been “dogs” for the past couple thousand years. Domestication of them is actually quite recent relative to geological history. Up until a few thousand years ago, dogs were still wolves. They are still pretty much very genetically identical to wolves in the same way humans are very close to chimpanzees.

It takes MILLIONS of years for a species to convert diets like that. Dogs didn’t instantly become “omnivores” the second they were domesticated. It took a our primate ancestors millions of years to adapt to omnivory before becoming hominids. This stuff does not happen overnight.

Dogs are descendent from the wolves who were able to survive off the food scraps the humans left behind, even the plant matter. Surviving is NOT thriving. They got minimal nutrition in order to stave off starvation. It’s not meant for long term diets. They lived longer than the wolves who could not get nutrients from the scraps and had more puppies, which led to more dogs being able to handle plant matter scraps. They didn’t suddenly become omnivores and started thriving off plant matter.

Modern dogs are OPPORTUNISTIC CARNIVORES. They are meat eaters who can eat plant matter and get SOME nutrition from it. It is a survival tactic. NOT a dietary need.

Dogs are not true omnivores. Dogs will “survive” on vegan diets but will NOT THRIVE. Anemia, pancreatic issues, digestive issues, severe peridontal disease from all that starch, and diabetes is what a “vegan” dog can expect.

Straight White Boy Problem #987

last time I smoked weed (two years ago lol) I got really existential while listening to Childish Gambino when i was at Ryan’s house and i took a couple hits and was like what the hell am I going to do with my life? Am I going to find my soulmate some day? Do my friends actually value my feelings and do they value me for who I am or are friends just using me for their own gain? Is it okay to root for the New England Patriots even though I’m not from New England? All these questions were going through my mind and I was breaking down. I didn’t know what was going on I didn’t know I had all of these pent up emotions that were being brought out. I was scared. I wanted to talk about my dilemnas with Ryan but the last time i tried that, he made fun of me I need to start letting myself feel emotions rather than smoke my troubles away. So I quit weed. Granted, I still hang out with Ryan but it’s just not the same bc I dont smoke anymore :/

A Scarecrow For God

by reddit user survivalprocedure

“Can I take your picture?” Larissa sat a few feet away from me on the grey velvet sofa as I aimed my iPhone towards her. I stared at the screen intently for a moment before shifting my focus, looking over the brim of the phone at her defeated, hopeless state portrayed by bloodshot eyes.

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or: how each member of the original gryffindor quidditch team fell in love.

Alicia falls headfirst over lunch on a Friday, when she spills her water and all Katie does is laugh and throw napkins over to her side of the table. She falls in love in between letters hastily jotted down between breaks and late nights in her dinky flat near St. Mungos, late nights spent wondering whether to voice how butterflies get caught in her throat every time Katie laughs. How her best friend has blossomed into something fierce, something untouchably bright.

Katie breaks the silence first, one night - says, in a hushed voice, too quiet to be anything but careful, that she thinks she might be in love and Alicia’s heart plummets but Katie’s voice breaks and continues with “I think I’m in love with you” and the rest, as they say, is history.

Katie’s felt it - felt it - the moment Alicia yelled at Malfoy all those years ago on the quidditch pitch. It just took her a couple years to realize.

George forgets about love after the war, too focused on making sure the joke shop does its duty, bringing the slightest sliver of relief to parents and children again. It’s not until years later, when Angelina resurfaces on his radar past the monthly exchanged word here and there, when she comes back from training camp abroad, that love gives him a nudge, a gesture, as if to indicate “There. There I am.”

Angelina loves many people, as bold, beautiful, young women are free to do, and she loves strong and falls hard and falls fast. She’d thought it was her greatest detriment, once upon a time, but there was something almost silly about George at her doorstep, stubbing his foot on the welcome mat, shy in a way she’d never seen before. She told herself this time - this time would be the most dangerous, but three months later, she realizes there’s nothing terrifying about being held by familiar arms.

The twins are the twins, but they aren’t the same. So Fred’s always had love at the tip of his fingers, because Lee’s been at his side since they were fresh-eyed and curious, on the wrong side of too eager. It’s always been there, a quiet undercurrent, the only thing delicate and untouched between them. One day, one of them takes the leap and asks, prods at the tension in the room. When it unravels, their grins bloom tenfold, like fireworks. It lasts for a lifetime.

Oliver says he fell in love fighting on the quidditch pitch (because where else) with an equally passionate quidditch player (because who else) - and that’s how it worked, except there’s always more to a story than that. He brings Marcus home one evening, and his mother smiles and says she had expected nothing else. In reality, Oliver fell in love between dawn and morning practice, yearning hitting him hard in the gut. He’d crawled back into a surprised Marcus’ bed, disregarding his routine morning run in favor of curling into an easy embrace.

Harry finds love lurking somewhere after war reparations and before peace, an odd tentative balance in chaos. He wasn’t looking for it, just as he very rarely asks for anything at all, but it sauntered up, arrogant and brash, unable for him to look away from. Love did that - not Draco, because Draco had his own reparations to make and his own makings of peace and he’d discarded the arrogance for that. Love was a mess and a half, except then it wasn’t, and it made sense, in an odd, funny, sort of way - how inexplicably tied in each other’s narrative the other had been at the end of all things. It made sense in the way that Harry and Draco didn’t, not to anyone looking in. But Harry knows better. He knows what love is, he knows when he has it, and he knows when it’s returned, with a genuine gaze and a steady hand.

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Well, just like I promised 100 years ago, here is Yoosung and MC’s honeymoon in the happiest place on earth~! DISNEYLAND! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° In which Yoosung spent the whole day letting the whole park know you are his wife~ ♡ Once again based on @zens-ponytail ’s amazing head canons.

Once upon a time there was a guy named Mike. Mike had a girlfriend named Lorraine. Mike and Lorraine made a good couple but after a while Mike found himself secretly falling in love with a pretty girl named Clearly. Still Mike respected Lorraine’s feelings enough not to cheat on her. Unfortunately, Lorraine suffered a tragic accident a few years later and passed away, leaving Mike alone. His friends worried about him, but they took comfort in knowing that he might have a romantic future with the girl he fell in love with long ago. In other words:

Mike can see Clearly now, Lorraine is gone.

Tony Stark/Iron Man - You Look So Familiar

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

Tony runs into a 14-year-old girl outside of a coffee shop and spills his coffee. When she freaks out and tries to run away, he stops her and asks her if she’s okay and notices that she looks very familiar. He takes her back to the tower to get cleaned up and Natasha points out that she looks just like him. So, Tony tests her DNA and finds out she’s his.

Requested by: Anon

Pairing: Tony x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Tony Stark, Harold “Happy” Hogan, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson. Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Mentioned)

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 and @molethemollie for being my betas for this!

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the loud gurgling coming from below caused alec to look at the tiny, blue baby warlock bouncing excitedly in the baby carrier that alec had strapped to his chest earlier. his tiny feet covered by the blue and white striped onesie he was currently wearing were moving excitedly as the baby kicked, squealing and cooing as alec walked around the institute, a report in his hand.

alec took baby max’s hand in his and smiled fondly when his blue fingers curled around his pinky, shaking it around in his tiny fist, alec’s wedding ring glinting in the light. 

“are you excited to see papa?” alec asked and max looked up at him, blinking with those huge eyes of his and gave alec a toothless, adorable smile. “yeah, me too.” alec grinned and kissed max on the top of his head. “just one more order to give out, blueberry, and then we can go home and you can drink a nice warm bottle of milk.” 

 alec rounded the corner with a giggling max and entered the training room with ease and with an air of friendship marched up to aline, gloves on and jabbing fiercely at the punching bag in front of her. music loudly blasted from her ears so it took her a second to realize he was there. a smile as sweet as cherries spread across aline’s face at the sight of her friend, her face flushed from training.

“hey, boss,” she said and alec chuckled at the title aline had teasingly bestowed on him when she first arrived at the institute a couple of years ago. “i’m guessing you have the weekly report on the new recruits?”

“that i do,” alec presented it dramatically and aline took it with a flourish, adding a little bow which was accompanied by a giggle. “i looked them over but i wanted you to keep them, since you are the one in charge of that department.”

“children are a joy, aren’t they?” aline sighed, shaking her head with a grin. “you certainly are, aren’t you?” she crooned suddenly, looking at max and taking his little feet in her hands and waving them up and down. max always got that bright, happy look in his eyes whenever he saw aline and it warmed alec’s heart when his son laughed at one particular funny face aline was making at him.

“oh, you are just too cute!” aline squealed, kissing max on both cheeks. his chubby hands made contact with her face and he smiled as he ran his fingers over her cheeks curiously. “he totally has magnus’ charm.” she looked back up at alec, who was chuckling fondly at the scene before him.

“how do you know he got that all from magnus?” alec huffed, pretending to mad, even though he knew it was true.

“have you met your husband? one look and he’ll sweep you off your feet. this little guy is going to make the world spin with his smile or laugh alone.” aline said as max was still running his hands along her face, occasionally pressing their foreheads together and causing aline to giggle.

“well, that’s true. he did sweep me off my feet.” alec felt butterflies erupt in his stomach at the thought of magnus, his husband, his absolute one and only love and how nothing had changed since the first day they had met, a dopey smile on his face and his cheeks flushed and his heart sighing dreamily. aline was right: all it took was one look and alec was gone forever.

“aw, you’re getting that look in your eyes, you sap.” aline teased coming up from playing with max to poke alec in the arm.

alec rolled his eyes. “look who’s talking,” he gestured towards aline’s ring finger, a gorgeous engagement ring winking at the both of them. “every time helen walks bye, you have to stop and watch her leave. every time she kisses you, you sigh that sigh. you know the one: the cheesy, romantic, be still my beating heart sigh. don’t point fingers at me, aline.” aline made a face at him but she beamed at him afterwards.

“it’s true. i’m in love and whipped. and here’s the proof.” she wiggled her engagement ring in alec’s face. “you better get us lots of presents.”

“being your best man isn’t enough?” alec chortled and aline stuck her tongue out at him.

“alright, go, be with your prince charming. i have to get back to my princess anyway.” aline pulled alec into a quick hug that wouldn’t smush the baby, placing a quick kiss on max’s forehead. “bye, max!”

“say bye, max!” alec encouraged the baby, who merely looked at him, confusion on his face.

“don’t worry, i know he loves me.” aline laughed and she waved cheerfully at the father and son, turning and practically sprinting down the hallway to go see her future wife. alec watched her go, happiness for his friend taking over his entire soul.

the sound of crying caused alec to look down at max, who was fidgeting and squirming, his face screwed up and his lips puckered.

“aw, i know honey, i know,” alec soothed, carefully taking max out of the baby carrier and holding him to his chest. “we’re going home right now to see papa.”

“no need, i’m right here.” alec turned around surprised to see his husband, his gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, kind, wonderful, smart, strong husband walking toward him, glitter dusting his cheekbones like freckles and eyelids. his hair had blue streaks in it and he look glorious in the glittery black jacket he was adorning, a jacket that alec had grown fond over the years. seeing him walking towards him and their child was like alec seeing magnus walk down the aisle  and he felt his stomach drop as pure bliss overtook his emotions.

“hi, love” magnus reached up, a hand on alec’s neck, to softly kiss him hello. alec let his eyes droop close, the feeling of magnus’ lips on his soft and sweet like toffee and he relished in the feeling of his warm fingertips against his skin.

“hi, babe.” alec hummed and magnus smiled, their noses brushing as he leaned in to kiss him again.

“good day today? how was your client?”

“positively dreadful, darling, but seeing your face at the end of the day makes it worth it,” alec felt his face heat up and magnus smiled and brushed a strand of hair off of his forehead. “how was your day?”

“same, boring, couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you and holding you in my arms. but what else is new?”

magnus tittered at this. “cheeky, mr. lightwood-bane.” he quipped, kissing alec’s nose and turning his attention to the wiggling bundle of joy leaning against alec’s chest.

“there’s my baby!” magnus took max out of alec’s arms and held him up, kissing his cheek repeatedly as max laughed and clapped his hands. “did you miss me? i missed you so much, lovebug!” he blew a raspberry against max’s stomach, causing the baby to roar with contagious laughter.

“he really wanted to see you today. we both did.” alec put a hand on magnus’ lower back as they watched max run his hands through magnus’ hair, babbling. “also, he’s hungry.”

“luckily, you’re married to a warlock, sweetheart.” magnus snapped his fingers and a bottle appeared in his hand.

“luckily, i’m married to you.” alec pressed a kiss against magnus’ temple and magnus smiled at him, scrunching his nose in the way that alec loved, before holding the bottle to max’s mouth. 

“he’s so beautiful,” magnus said as they watched max drink out of the bottle, his eyelashes fluttering as he started to get sleepy. “ he’s growing so fast. soon he’ll be able to walk and talk, even hold this very bottle up by himself. i can’t believe we’re actually parents. and married.”

“what a wonderful way to spend the rest of our lives.” alec replied thoughtfully as magnus made a noise in agreement, leaning back against alec.

“they say a home can be a house and that a home can be a place and that a home can be a person, but they were wrong. a home can be people. my home is two people: my exquisite husband and our exquisite child.”

magnus clicked his fingers and the bottle disappeared and both him and alec, grinning and exchanging soft kisses, watched their son sleeping in magnus’ arms, the three of them surrounded in the feelings of simple but sweet contentment.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your coffee and tea Dragons. They're adorable and I kind of want to cuddle them. I also wondered if you've done any hamlet drawings?

Thank you! I do have a Hamlet tag but it’s uhh pretty much just a couple of old drawings and reblogs of John Simm when he took on the role years ago so there’s really not much to see there. I’d love to add more to the tag in though!

Dates (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Originally posted by avocadosalad2

Summary: Yule Ball! Fred doesn’t ask reader and she gets jealous.

Requested: Yes. @rjdedun


She was hopelessly in love with him, anybody who witnessed them together was able to spectate this. Y/N was completely infatuated with Fred Weasley. Their interactions had began in their first year; Fred and George found her alone in her carriage on the train to Hogwarts, so they sat with her and started a strong friendship from the start. It was continued when all three of them were sorted into Gryffindor house. The three of them did all sorts together; their usual antics often included pranking other students of Hogwarts with sweets like puking pastilles. Fred and George acted as her brothers and protected her during everything. In their second year when she joined the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, they saved her from falling off her broom simultaneously. Whenever people from the other houses were horrible to her, they would immediately step in and hex them to make them apologise for the way they treated her.

It was this that made her believe that at least one of them would ask her to the Yule Ball in their sixth year. George was the first to get a date, he took another Gryffindor girl who’s name Y/N was not familiar with. She dwelled on the thought of going with Fred to the Yule Ball, as she was always slightly closer with him than she was George. George often teased her, saying that she had feelings for Fred. Obviously flustered, she would always blush and deny it, claiming to love Fred “as a brother”. Of course, nobody believed this. It didn’t take a genius to realise how different she acted whenever Fred was around. She didn’t fake her personality at all, but she was a lot more happier and her spirits were always a lot lighter than whenever he was around. Fred never seemed to notice; he always threw his arm around her shoulder and called her his sister, which is what made her hush her feelings away and keep them hidden.

There were just two weeks before the ball. Y/N had purchased her dress in preparation for if somebody asked her. Plenty of people had asked her but she had politely declined, for she only wanted one person to ask her; Fred Weasley. George had noticed and had been dropping hints to him, but he wasn’t understanding any of it. She didn’t understand why he didn’t want to go with her. They had always been so close and friendly, surely he would want to go as friends at least. It wasn’t until later on that evening that she had realised. Y/N was in group study with Fred and George. Hermione, Harry and Ron were sat on the other side of the tabl. Whilst she worked, Fred and George were passing notes to Ron. Then it happened. Fred threw a paper ball to Angelina, who looked over. He asked her silently, to which she agreed, and then he flashed a smug, victorius look with Ron. Hermione glanced up to the girl, watching her stop writing and stare down at the parchment in which she was writing on. Her quill fell into the inkpot after she had finished her last sentence. She handed her book to Professor Snape and quickly headed out of the session, hoping that she wouldn’t bump into anybody on the way up to the common room.

Sulking. That’s all she did for a good week. She sulked because of Fred Weasley. She didn’t go out with them as much, and she didn’t walk to lessons with them. She didn’t go to eat with them, she didn’t sit with them in the common room. She was humiliated. Y/N was never one to be embarrassed, but she couldn’t help but be after she thought that Fred would actually ask her. She agreed to go with Cormac McLaggen- a pompous boy whomst she could not stand, but it was better than going with nobody. The news travelled fast about this. Everybody knew that she didn’t like him and so they were confused. Only a few people found the situation humourous; Fred and George.

“So, we’ve heard something,” George chuckled, sitting on the sofa next to Y/N. She stops reading her book and looks up to him, a singular eyebrow raised.

“Cormac McLaggen, really? I don’t think you could have chose a more slimy git,” Fred laughed, sitting the other side of her and ruffling her hair. The girl slammed her book in annoyance, fixing her hair and standing up, causing an uneven weight in the sofa and consequently ending up in the twins bumping into one another. Both had confused looks on their faces as they looked up at the girl.

“Actually, I could have.” she seethed, narrowing her eyes at the two boys in front of her. “I could have went with either of you two. But considering neither of you asked me, making me look like an idiot, I decided to go with Cormac.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Fred frowned, leaning forward and making eye contact with the angry girl in front of him.

“What’s gotten into me? I cannot believe you asked me that, Fred! I- You-!” she ran her hands through her long hair, taking her book and her bag and walking up to the girls dormitories. She sat on her bed for a long time, reminiscing on what just happened and contemplating going back downstairs and apologising to them both. However, she decided upon staying where she was, as she was angry at both of the boys for not taking her. The door to the girls dormitory opened, and there stood Hermione.

“Y/N,” she whispered, looking at the girl on the bed. She rolled over to look at Hermione who had a sympathetic look on her face. “I understand that you’re upset. But it isn’t the boy’s faults. Well- it is. However Fred doesn’t know you like him.”

“How do you know?” Y/N asked, her eyes wide as she stared at Hermione with curiousity and concern.

“It’s obvious that you do. Never mind about that. It’s too late to get Fred to go to the dance with you now, you’re stuck with McLaggen. At the dance, speak to Fred about how you feel. He’s a joker, but he’ll take your feelings into deep consideration. And, who knows? He might even feel the same.”

The Yule Ball. A dance in which all Hogwarts students were required to attend. Cormac greeted Y/N at the bottom of the staircase and kissed her hand, holding it in his own as he showed her off. She looked immaculate; her dress was beautiful and flowy, a slight lemon colour, which fit her complexion beautifully. Her hair was tied back into a messy bun and small ringlets hung loose at the front. She was wearing a touch of makeup, and half of the room couldn’t keep their eyes from her. Cormac smiled with pride; he knew that he was the one who she said yes to. He truly believed that she waited for him to ask so that she could accept his proposal. It was stupid. Fred was another male who was proud. He had watched the girl grow from a small, quiet girl on the Hogwarts Express six years ago, and now she was waiting to dance. She looked beautiful.

“Stop staring Freddie,” George whispered as he nudged his brother’s arm to distract his attention from his beautiful best friend stood just metres away from them.

“How am I supposed to stop? She looks-”

“Beautiful. However, you have a date with Angelina. There can’t be any other girls involved- you’ll ruin Angelina’s night.” George nodded knowingly to him before walking into the Great Hall with his date. Fred took one more final glance before too making his way into the Hall with Angelina.

After a couple of dances, most students sat out for the rest of the night, sharing drinks and chatting with their groups of friends. Cormac kept begging Y/N for a dance, but she politely declined, as she needed to speak to Fred. Cormac, was not understanding this. He tried to emotionally blackmail her into going with him, and she recognised this immediately. She rinsed Cormac with her pumpkin juice and slammed her glass down on the table, making her way over to the twins.

“Fred. A word.” She grabbed Fred’s arm, dragging him outside. He hardly had any time to regain his composure. “I have no idea how to say this, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I really like you, Fred. I’ve been so off recently because I was hoping either you or George would ask me to the dance, even as friends, considering we were all so close . However, when neither of you did, I got jealous and I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Fred stood still a second, letting her words sink in. After a moment, he looked at her, a huge beam painted onto his lips.

“You really like me?”

“I have for a while, Fred.”

“Go out with me? I’ll make it amazing. Please, we can go to Hogsmeade or something sweet like that.” Fred was rambling over his words and Y/N nearly died of awe at how cute he was. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his softly, smiling as she did so.

“I would love to go out with you, Freddie.”

hold on to hope, if you got it

Another reunion fic, because of course it is.

Canonverse, 2 months post 4x13, an excuse for me to patch up my heart.

Thanks to @fredweasleying and @mellamymake for being cheerleaders for this fic. <3

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Drawing up treaties with the prisoners has been…exhausting. It feels like she’s doing the whole thing over again, except that she’s on the opposite side this time and she manages to get them to talk before exchanging bullets and spears.

So, in retrospect, not as exhausting as the first time around. At most, all she can complain is that it’s a little repetitive.

And she doesn’t have Bellamy by her side, this time. But she tries her best not to think about that.

She still finds time to radio him, most days, an outlet more than anything. Her voice doesn’t break on his name like it did those first few months, and then again at the five year mark.

It’s good for her, she thinks, talking to him. Madi has been a godsend for her sanity—giving her a sense of priority, a schedule, with all her lessons, and most importantly, someone to love—but she is still a kid, and Clarke misses talking to her friends. Misses Bellamy, more than anything. There’s no point denying it.

He was more than a best friend, which sounds overly sentimental to her own ears, but you don’t go through what they did together and not come out of it as each other’s person. So yeah, she misses him like a constant, familiar ache.

Or maybe she misses the person she remembers. Misses what her brain tells her he was. She can hardly trust her memories, now. Can hardly say for sure if he’d looked at her the way she thought he had, six years ago. If he’d really had the persistent aura of warmth that she still imagines.

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NOT A DREAM

I just remembered something from ages ago and wanted to share it with the world. Years ago, when I was in elementary school, I qualified for the state competition in mathematics, and it was took place at a really nice island in Croatia that is a popular tourist spot as well. I think I ended up 21st? Less important to the story. The morning that we were supposed to travel back home, a couple of friends I met there (who I was rooming with) and myself went to have breakfast at a fancy hotel, as a final memory of our time there. I don’t remember what food I ordered, but I distinctly remember that I ordered hot cocoa along with it (I love drinking cocoa early in the day). They delivered it with a bonus inside: a dead fly. The waiter took it away with a pretty loud sigh and an eye roll after I told him what happened, brought me a new drink, and charged me for both. Actually, overcharged me for both, since they were so damn expensive. Amazing service. I’ve never seen cocoa the same way ever since. THAT FLY WAS FREAKING HUGE. I TOOK A SIP OUT OF A DRINK WITH A HUGE DEAD FLY IN IT AND I STILL HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT IT.

Proud

summary: phil notices how much happier and confident dan has become (ft. shower sex)

genre: fluff!!!!! and also smut ayoooo

warnings: swearing, rimming, blowjobs, shower sex

word count: 1966

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a/n: hey hey hey! long time no write :) i was hit with inspo to write this fic on the way back from orlando (no joke, probs the best weekend i’ve had in a while), and i’m 99% sure this is one of the best fics i’ve written. i feel super confident and happy with it, and i couldn’t have done it without the lovely holly (who also beta’ed this fic check her out). i really really hope you enjoy, and after may 1st i will write as much as i can i promise <3

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Blackout

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson and Tony Stark

Words: 1826

Warning: none

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by seabasschino

It was Thursday night, which meant movie night with the girls! It had become a tradition for the three of you since the moment you broke your arm once and there was nothing better to do at night. Ever since, you had that appointment every Thursday night. Sometimes someone else would join you, but most of the time it was a girl night.

“Which one are we watching tonight?” You asked from the kitchen as you made some popcorns.

“I downloaded Mr and Mrs Smith since Wanda said she had never watched it”, Natasha replied from the living room.

“I’m never against watching a young Brad Pitt in action”, you said with a smirk while you walked into the living room with them.

Wanda was serving the drinks and Natasha was connecting her laptop to the huge screen where you always watched the movies. After you put the popcorns on the table, you started setting the couches for the three of you, so you would be comfortable enough.

“This movie was during or before Brangelina became a thing?” Wanda asked.

“I think they were already together but I honestly have no idea” you told her and took a seat.

Natasha and Wanda sat down by your sides so all of you could reach the popcorns with no problem. Once Nat made sure you were all ok, she played the movie and told FRIDAY to turn off the lights so the only source of light was the screen and the city. You had only watched this movie once, a couple of years ago, but you knew it was a funny one and you weren’t wrong. But just when you were getting into it, the screen went dark.

“What the fuck?” You groaned sitting up properly.

“FRIDAY, turn on the lights!” Wanda exclaimed but nothing happened. With a sigh, Natasha got up. “What is it?”

“Sam and his stupid pranks. This is the second time he causes a blackout”, she explained shaking her head. “I’m going to the basement to look for him and kick his ass, Wanda you go to the roof, and (Y/N) you go to the lab, in case he managed to turn everything off from a computer”

“Are you really going to down 80 floors using the stairs?” Wanda smirked. Natasha narrowed her eyes.

“I’m going to the roof with you”, she replied quickly causing you to laugh as you made your way to the lab using your phone as a flashlight.

Damn Sam Wilson and his stupid jokes. Hopefully, Tony would kick his ass and if he didn’t, you would. You were walking slowly since it was hard to know where you were, even using the flashlight which wasn’t as helpful as it should be.

Suddenly you heard a noise behind your back, making you stop on your tracks.

“Sam, I swear that if this is you I’m going to throw you down the tower without your suit on”, you threatened.

You hated when someone scared you and everyone knew it, just like they knew how easy it was. It easily got to your nerves and got really nervous all of sudden, so just the idea of someone trying to scare you got you on the edge. Then, you heard some footsteps just behind you so you turned around and move the phone from one side to another, trying to see a shadow or anything that would let you know who was there.

“Ok, this is not funny anymore Wilson. Just stop it”, you said with a frown now.

Just then someone tapped your shoulder, making you jump and gasp. You turned around ready to punch whoever it was when suddenly you felt someone’s lips over yours, catching you completely off guard. You didn’t know who it was, but his lips were soft and gently, and the hand resting on your hip was firm and big and, for some reason, you could see fireworks at the back of your mind that made you kiss the unknown back.

“Who are you?” You whispered when the other person pulled away but there was no response.

Just then, the light came back and you found yourself alone. What the fuck? You looked around, expecting to see someone walking away but there was no one. Yet, you knew it had been real, you could still feel the kiss on your lips.

“(Y/N)?” Wanda’s voice came from the living room.

“Coming!” You exclaimed still confused. After looking around once again, you hurried back to the living room where Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you.

“It was Tony this time, he was doing an experiment”, Natasha shrugged.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”, Wanda asked as she saw your face.

“I’m ok…I just…” you looked back still trying to figure out what had just happened. “Someone just kissed me”, you told them.

“What?” Natasha asked.

Both of them looked as confused as you but you couldn’t explain it. All you could do was telling them what had just happened. Of course you thought they wouldn’t believe you but for some reason they did.

“That’s strange”, Wanda said looking at Natasha. “Why are you smirking?”

“That bastard!” She exclaimed and ran away in the direction you just came from.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I have no idea”, Wanda mumbled with a frown. “Do you have any idea of who could have done it?” She asked you after a moment.

“Honestly…no idea. All I know is that it felt great” you admitted with a smile. Wanda laughed a little and sighed.

“It looks like we have mystery to solve”, she shrugged.

“Or we can just ask Nat. Obviously, she knows something we don’t”, you said.

“That’s the easy option”, Wanda smiled.

“I’m not really into mysteries so…easy option it is” you decided.

Luckily you didn’t have to go far since Natasha was coming back just then. The two of you started harassing her with questions but, as the professional she was, she dodged all of them so you just let it go after fifteen minutes. Trying to get some information from her was useless and a waste of time.

The next days you were the whole time thinking about your “mysterious kisser”, like Wanda liked to call him. You had come up with a list of the names of the people in the tower that night. After questioning around you were left with three names: Clint, Bucky and Sam. The three of them were the ones that didn’t have an alibi good enough. Clint said he had been at the gym training but no one had seen him; Sam said he was out at a party but Steve had told you, he actually was in the tower but didn’t know what he was doing; and Bucky said he was sleeping which you just didn’t buy. He didn’t take naps. Ever.

You didn’t believe it was Clint since he was married and all that stuff, but Wanda was stubborn as fuck. “You never know”, she used to say. So you just kept him on the list even though you knew it wasn’t him.

“How do I find out who was?” You asked.

“I think you will have to kiss them”, Wanda shrugged.

“What? I’m not going to kiss them one by one, Wanda”, you said laughing at the idea.

“You can laugh but that’s the only option”, she shrugged.

“I don’t care. I’m not doing it”, you replied.

“C’mon! I understand you don’t want to kiss Clint, but Sam and Bucky?” Wanda asked.

With a sigh you looked out of the window. You didn’t want to kiss Sam or Clint, but indeed you wanted to kiss Bucky. You had been wanting to do such thing for months but you just didn’t have the courage.

“FRIDAY, where are Wilson and Barnes?” Wanda asked.

“What are you doing?”

“They’re both with Mr Stark in the lab, Miss Maximoff”, FRIDAY replied.

“Thank you”, she smiled and looked at you. “C’mon, let’s solve the mystery”

She got up from your bed and took your hand, dragging you out of the room, ignoring your constant protests. She literally dragged you all the way to the lab, she even told you she would carry on her shoulder if she had to.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked when Wanda pushed you into the lab and closed the door.

“We have a mystery to solve”, Wanda smiled walking over the three men.

“And you need our help?” Sam asked with a laugh.

“No, we don’t. Wanda let’s go”, you begged your friend.

“We do”, she smiled and stood in front of Bucky and Sam. “One of you kissed my friend, the one who’s there, the night of the blackout. She really wants to know who did it. We know it was one of you two, guys, but since it is obvious that you’re not going to say who did it, I’m afraid she will have to kiss both of you to find it out”, she explained.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed.

“Great!” Tony laughed.

“What?” Sam said laughing as well.

“No way” Bucky mumbled.

You frowned at Bucky’s response. No way? No way you would kiss him? No way you would kiss Sam? No way what?

“No way?” Tony asked raising an eyebrow as a smirk appeared on his face, like there was something he knew. Some sort of secret.

“No way she’s kissing the flying man over here. I’m not having it” he crossed his arms.

“And why not, Barnes?” Wanda smirked. Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

With a frown, you looked at all of them. Wanda and Tony were smirking at Bucky, Sam was chuckling behind his hand, and Bucky was looking at Wanda like he was having some sort of inner debate. Suddenly it all made sense. You remembered the tall figure of the man who kissed you, how he used only one hand to touch since the other one would make you know who he was instantly; the long hair tickling your cheeks and those lips. It wasn’t Sam and it definitely wasn’t Clint.

Slowly, you moved until you were standing in front of Bucky so he couldn’t look at Wanda anymore. Instead, he looked down at you, sudden fear in his eyes. With a smile, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his. Immediately, he wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you close and the fireworks started again. It was him. Those lips were unique and that kiss was incomparable.

“Mystery solved”, you heard Wanda. “Give them privacy guys”

Then you heard footsteps walking away and the lab door opening and closing, leaving the two of you alone, lost in the kiss. After a moment you pulled away and looked at him.

“I’m busted”, he chuckled.

“You are”, you said with a nod before kissing him again, knowing you would never have enough of this.

5/100 days of productivity i guess

today hasn’t been super productive, but I managed to do a couple of study summaries to revise for psychology. It feels kinda scary looking at stuff I learnt a year ago and realising how little of it I actually know.

I’ve been having a rough couple of days so I’m not too worried about how productive I’m being. I took yesterday off so I guess this isn’t even day 5 it’s either 4 or 1. Anyway, 5 is what you get. I’m gonna give myself that extra credit just for getting out of bed yesterday.

Productivity isn’t always big things. I find the smallest things, those things that give a little sense of achievement, are the most valuable to me.

p.s. I posted this on my dead studygram too so you can check that out too if u want @procrastilate

5

Morty just wanted a quiet non catastrophic career day. 
But Rick wasn’t having it. 

Whoo! 
This one really took it out of me. But I’m really glad I finished it for the 1st of December in the wake of Season 3. 
I really wanted to do a comic that show cased Bonnie’s personality. 
Just very un-intimidated. 
I actually had this idea in my head since I made her two years ago but didn’t want to  dedicate such a long period of time since no one really knew her then. 

Anyway, It’s been a hell of a year this year.
Got to test for Rick and Morty twice 
With a couple of other Cartoon Network shows.

Hopefully 2017 will be my year.
I can’t thank everyone enough for the love and support you’ve given this character, and In the wake of Season 3 no matter what brilliance they bring I hope you never forget Ol’ Bonnie Boo. 

P.S 

I WORKED HARD ON THIS!
MAKE THIS SHIT GO VIRAL! 
(I kid, but I hope you all enjoy)