wax!four

“You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you have the key. And tell her to remember her promise to me–to punish them all. When she asks why, tell her I said that they would not let me bring the cloak she gave me, but I kept a piece of it. To remember that promise she made. To remember to repay her for a warm cloak in a cold dungeon.”

cries forever for Kaltain Rompier

Flying Type Elite Four Member Name Suggestions

Since the Signature Pokemon poll went by quickly, let’s name our Flying Type Elite Four Member! This is her description:

An ornithologist who has researched many Flying-type Pokemon in the region. She has created her own set of costume wings and not-so-secretly wishes to be a bird Pokemon herself.

Her fellow E4 members are Chase (Electric type, meteorologist and stormchaser), Fabio (Fairy type, bodybuilder and interior designer), and Eden (Grass type, botanist and artist).

You may suggest ONE name. So what do you think her nam should be?

/ ay with eid al-adha coming up which is a very very important day for muslims  i just want to bring up to light smth. if you’re not directly involved with cultures that use henna/mendhi. then you probably shouldnt be putting it on @ all. its not “a temporary tattoo for fun!!” or something you can just do on occasion because it “looks nicer. “ 

its something VERY important to my culture and very traditional. as a Moroccan i hate seeing henna being treated with NO RESPECT and treated as a “free-for-all.” its not. people use it for good luck, celebratory holidays, weddings,festivals , an ancient practice. 

im sick of going through the henna tag anywhere only to find only white photos. shit like this happens. click it. its a fucking link.

im sorry but you cant just nit pick certain things from different cultures and TAKE THEM and apply them to yourself. this is just the same. 

same thing goes for hijabs. its not a “style” or “pretty aesthetic” to wrap a scarf around your head. dont do it lmao

so. psa: be respectful. dont go to walmart and buy those shitty henna kits cuz you wanna look good infront of your friends. 

my culture isnt an aesthetic

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“Goku is the new black” ~ Goku

anonymous asked:

"Don't be an ass."

Full disclosure, I was tipsy when I wrote this.


“I can take you here.” The cashier said as he walked over to the register closest to Draco.

Draco, who had been blatantly staring, stood there for a moment. His eyes roamed the dark haired man, slightly irked that the counter cut off his view to the lower half of him. The cashier waved a bit, raising a brow half in confusion and half in amusement.

“I said, ‘I can take you here,’” he repeated as Blaise nudged Draco forward.

“Oh, uh-” Draco stammered, stepping up to the counter.

Blaise smirked, “I bet he could.”

Draco sent a glare his way before setting his items on the counter, hoping to the heavens that tall, dark and handsome didn’t connect the comment with his slightly innuendos offer to help them. He looked up and swore inwardly as the cashier blushed slightly and started to scan the price tags. Damnit, Blaise.

“So, what’s your name, handsome?” Blaise said from behind Draco.

“Er, Harry.”

“Cute name. Bet it would sound cuter if this piece said it.” He nodded at Draco, his smirk spreading into a grin.

“Shut it, Zabini. Leave him alone.” Draco said hurriedly, watching in horror as Harry’s face flushed even redder.

“My bad, my bad.” Blaise put up his hands in feigned surrender. “I just thought, with the way you were looking at him, I could set something up. But you’re obviously not interested. Me, on the other hand…” He leaned onto the counter, flashing the now very flustered man a sultry smile.

“Okay, enough. Out. I’ll meet you outside the store.” Draco said through gritted teeth, pushing Blaise as far towards the exit he could without leaving the line. Blaise merely laughed and sent Harry a departing wink before walking out of the building.

Draco turned back around, fuming. “Sorry about him. He just started following me. Don’t know him.”

Harry, to Draco’s surprise, chuckled, his red cheeks still apparent under his bronze skin. He finished ringing Draco up and handed him his shopping bag. Before Draco could turn to leave and punch Blaise square in the stomach, Harry called out to him.

“Wait, don’t forget your receipt.” He slid the thin paper towards him, the backside face up with a phone number scribbled onto it. Draco blinked before looking up at him, slack jawed.

“In case he bothers you again,” Harry grinned, then winked.

Draco nodded slowly, grabbing the receipt and fast walking to the exit, his face heating up to extreme temperatures.

“So?” Blaise looked at Draco expectantly once he was out the door.

Draco sniffed haughtily, stuffing the phone number into his back pocket, “None of your business, Blaise. I’m not speaking to you.”

“He gave you his digits, didn’t he?” He paused, a dangerous expression forming on his face. “I mean, his phone number. The other would be far too inappropriate for this type of establishment-”

“Oh, piss off, Zabini!” Draco glared, the corners of his lips turning up to betray him.

Blaise grinned, “You’re welcome.”

“Whatever,” Draco huffed, walking past him and holding back his smile. He glanced over to the shop window and caught Harry staring at him through the glass. They held each other’s eyes for a moment before looking away, new blushes creeping up their necks. Draco quickly grabbed his phone and the phone number.

This better not be a fake number.

He looked up to see Harry glance at his phone and grin. Draco’s phone buzzed.

What are you doing tonight?

Draco bit his lip to keep Blaise from seeing his smile, but before he could respond Blaise was behind him and whispering, “Say, ‘you, hopefully.’” He swatted at him then glanced back to Harry, who was suddenly being scolded by his apparent boss.

“Whoops. Someone got distracted.” Blaise chuckled.

Draco watched them through the window until Harry was left with a guilty expression and a handful of products to organize back into the store. He turned and smiled once he saw Draco was still there. He waved his phone quickly and pressed it against his lips in a shushing gesture before walking away from the window.

“Boy, he sure wants to talk to you.”

“Don’t be an ass, Zabini,” Draco said, his tone far from chastising. A warmth spread through his body as he felt his phone buzz in his palm.

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