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harry potter → snape + buttons
♡ favourite rickman moments

You been sayin’ all the  r i g h t  things all night long
          But I can’t seem to get you over  h e r e  to help take this  o f f
I’m tellin’ you to loosen up my  b u t t o n s  babe
          But you keep  f r o n t i n 
            Sayin’ what you gon’ do  t o   m e
              But I ain’t seen  n o t h i n ’
Baby, can’t you  s e e ?
          How these clothes are  f i t t i n ’  on me
            And the  h e a t  comin’ from this beat
              I’m about to  b l o w  I don’t think you know

—The Pussy Cat Dolls / “Buttons” (x)


S I R I U S   A N D   R E G U L U S   O F   T H E   P R O U D   B L A C K   F A M I L Y

B r o t h e r s…
             T w o   s i d e s
                               o f   t h e   s a m e
                                                                c o i n

colorsandwords  asked:

Um... what are y’all’s favorite colors? Sȶǟʏ ɖօառ, Eʍ. Yօʊ’ʀɛ ɛʍɮǟʀʀǟֆֆɨռɢ ʊֆ. Yօʊ ǟʟʟ ƈǟռ ʝʊֆȶ ɨɢռօʀɛ ɦɛʀ, ɨʄ ʏօʊ աǟռȶ.

I suppose this isn’t the worst question.

It’s odd, however.

I’d have to say mine is red.

Oh!  I really, really like pink and blue, also purple!  I’m Moira, by the way, hi!

I’d h-have t-to s-say t-turquoise, it r-reminds m-me o-of Th-Thea… I’m G-Galena, b-by th-the w-way…

I prefer green, reminds me of home, and Galena’s eyes

T-h-e f-o-u-r o-f u-s d-o n-o-t h-a-v-e a c-o-l-o-u-r p-r-e-f-e-r-e-n-c-e.

Mine is dark blue, quite a lovely colour.

Definitely red!


Ugh, do I have too?  It’s probably gold.

Mine’s pink!

anonymous asked:

°*~☆.•~*▪° B A B Y G I R L °*~☆.•~*▪° O N E A N D O N L Y B A B Y G I R L I N T H I S W O R L D W E S H A L L L O V E Y O U F O R E V E R

im smiling so much omf

What do you know of loneliness?
  You turn on your television and
        find pieces of yourself in the
                      jabbering mouths of
                                    talking faces;
they laugh          –         you laugh
they cry               –             you cry
they think           –         you think
they feel              –            you feel
      the same, always the same;
   mirrored is the image of your
as a member of the human species,
      and you can feel less alien
             at the mere switch
                   of a button.
     What do you know of rage?
You sway along when the radio plays,
    when singers sing you can relate;
                 not a single song
                        feels like
     s      a  t c       n  g      
        c r         h  i                finger –
                   so in a way
                                          each song
                                 reminds you
                             that you do
                         in fact
               ( (  b e l o n g  ) )
      and you can feel less alien
            at the mere switch
                  of a button.
      What do you know of love?
When you can’t differentiate between
the lips you’ve tasted and the
hands you’ve touched
                                   [ same // same ]
                                   [ skin  on  skin; ]
                                   [ p r e s s u r e  ]
     when your heart is just an organ
                   that pumps blood;
                        when it’s all
                               to the point
you can be with whoever seems to be
   most practical
         at any given moment –
a movie script       //       sheet music
 you follow a standardized protocol
               and if you feel it
                    no longer serves you
      you turn it all off –
          at the mere switch
               of a button.
—  “On / Off Switch”, by M.A. Tempels © 2017

favourite lit characters ♡ lila bard, shades of magic

I am a thief and a pirate and a traveler. I have set foot in three different worlds, and lived. I have shed the blood of royals and held magic in my hands. And a ship full of men cannot do what I can. I don’t need any of you. I am one of a damned kind.”

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Looking up at the man you loved with all of your heart, you found yourself smiling like an idiot as he spoke, his deep alluring voice as smooth as ever, captivating you entirely,
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. I can’t think of anybody else who deserves this more than you do.”
Taehyung said as he smiled lovingly in your direction.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of 5 years, the two of you met in law school and fell in love almost instantly. He was everything you’d ever hoped for in a significant other, he was funny, incredibly smart and attentive, and the fact he was chiselled perfection and handsome as hell didn’t go a miss either. Tonight you were celebrating your new job, after years of bending over backwards and trying your god damn hardest you were finally a lawyer. Taehyung was the reason you even managed to get an interview at the Jeon law firm, he was a specialist lawyer at the firm mentioned how you had just graduated and were looking for a job, after a successful interview low and behold you’d made it.

“Stop it,” you whined “The only reason I got this job was because of you… Thank you.” You placed a firm hand on his shoulder as you leaned in, over the table to kiss him, the two of you had drank maybe a little too much wine considering your first day in the office was only hours away.
Taehyungs lips gently pressed against yours, he cupped your face in his large hands as he deepened the kiss, your tongues danced together in perfect harmony. There was no denying you were in love with him.

“Shit, don’t kiss me,” Taehyung whispered with wide, offended eyes as he pulled away from you, his chocolate brown hair swishing from side to side with his movements,
“My girlfriend is a big time lawyer now, she works for Jeon law firm, you might even know her? You know she will kill-” Your amused mouth crashing against his stopped him mid sentence, he was always cracking funny jokes and making you belly laugh into hysterics, it was one of your favourite things about him.

Suddenly his strong arms pulled you onto his lap, almost knocking over the empty bottle of wine that sat quietly on the dining table. His hands roamed your body from your hips to your collarbones, never missing a single inch. The moment the skin of his smooth fingers made contact with your shoulders and ultimately unclasped your red bra strap you knew exactly where the night would be taking you.

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