what even is this supposed to mean

I spent ten months as a florist TIME TO BITCH ABOUT THE SUPPOSED WESTALLEN FLORAL COLORS because what is this shit

listen I’m hoping this is a colorist issue (like cisco’s pale skin wtf) but…..what the hell is that bouquet/boutonnière combo

actually it’s more like ‘what the hell is that boutonnière’ why is it entirely fucking yellow I mean if you want a yellow rose, sure, that’s normal but why the fuck is the baby’s breath also yellow shit’s hideous that’s not something that’s done’ 

and it doesn’t even match the white of Iris’s bouquet like….if you’re gonna have wedding flowers, you at least need a unified color scheme. Yellow bout and white bouquet? what is that shit. like, if you’re not going to coordinate with the bouquet, at least have it match your tie! this isn’t the way to shoehorn in Flash colors, y’all.

AS IF BARRY ALLEN WOULDN’T HAVE HAD A UNIFIED COLOR SCHEME FOR HIS MARRIAGE TO THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE

You know what’s annoying ??? Adults talking about how immature people are on here… and talk about how minors — mostly all the time 15/16/17 year olds. — are immature because of drama… But ??? All the drama that be happening here is caused by those who are supposedly suppose to be…mature ? The adults — but y'all bitches don’t even ACT MATURE ! I mean??? Y'all be the ones tryna harm these teens. And half the drama that is even on the dash be things consisting of some creep ass adults tryna rp smut with them or do some major pedo shit, theft, racism and phobics. Half y'all Adults don’t even speak on these things, y'all just ignore and go on with your roleplaying lives but these millennials be actually fighting against these bitches. But you only like to focus on them being rightfully upset and call it drama and call them immature instead of dealing with the core problem. But that’s just me lol !!!!

anonymous asked:

Have you had problems with people being intimidated by you? Its never my intention, but my xsfp friends take things-I couldnt even imagine as rude in any way-as a personal attack. Because of our differences they dont really see that I try to be kind. Im being told to not always voice my opinion but I feel silenced? What I say is never meant to be rude in any way. How am I supposed to be able to stop from saying "mean" opinions and thoughts when I dont know they are mean in the first place?-entp

Well, I always chalked my intimidating personality up to being the oldest of five kids and not to being an INTP. So, yeah, I’ve been told I am intimidating, but most of it has been hearing it secondhand, and a lot of the times the people I intimidated were girls of a giggly nature who were interested in my very outgoing ESFJ brother. Wonder how that happened …

Getting to your problem, though, I can see how an ENTP could easily come across as threatening. Not that I’ve ever felt intimidated by one. However, you guys do tend to have slightly overbearing personalities, which, coupled with your razor sharp brains, could make you intimidating towards those who do not prefer to spend their time in philosophical argument.

Remember, also, that most people see their ideas as an extension of themselves, so when you argue agaist the idea, they cannot help but see it as a personal attack. This isn’t how your brain or mine works, but it is how an SF brain would work, and it’s only polite to make accommodations for that mindset, especially since you want accomodations made for yours.

Also (and this is important for everyone), sometimes not speaking when you could and not voicing your opinions is a greater sign of strength than making your voice heard. Anyone can shout, but it takes a lot of character to understand that what you have to say might not be as important as you think it is. I’m not saying you never have any important thoughts, but I am saying that a wise person definitely considers his thoughts before he lets them loose on the world. Other people are more important than your opinions. That’s not easy to live with, maybe, but it’s true.

So, how to change? Well, consider what is that those around you don’t appreciate hearing? You aren’t going to stifle yourself if you think before you speak. A good rule to follow is to think if what you’re going to say will be truly helpful and uplifting to the company you’re in. If not, maybe keep it to yourself.

This doesn’t make you less of who you are, by the way. It makes you wiser and helps you to mature.

I hope this helps, and thanks for stopping by.

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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Lets talk Dany’s sexual encounters.

Khal Drogo. The discomfort Dany felt. She had to get assistance from her lady-friend just to ease into comfort. I have no idea why this was a “dream” couple for some people when he was into so much sadistic behavior. He raped her twice. I mean, the seducing sex scene screams “I have to fuck my husband so that he doesn’t defile me like he’s done twice.”


Daario. My God, the cringe.



She had no urgency to take off her own clothes based off what they showed us on-screen? They fucked but it wasn’t a “I’m stripping off your clothes because I want to fuck you so bad” type of thing. Dany sits there and drinks wine while a guy she’s supposedly supposed to be “interested” in is naked for her. And even when his clothes are removed, she seems disinterested. Almost as if she’s fucking him out of boredom. Look!


“Eh. I guess i’ll get some dick since it’s here.”


The guy even asks her to marry him while they’re having sex and she says no! If the sex was out of this world, it should’ve made you consider it in the act at least. He couldn’t even use his dick to persuade her. I’m crying.


And then there’s Jon.


Jon has pretty much swept her off of her feet since the day he told her that he shall do as he pleases. A guy who she does not have any control over. (It was the same with Drogo, which is one of the factors that made me think drew Dany closer to him.) I mean look at this look she gives him when he says, “I don’t need your permission. I am a king.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Admiration.

Jon leaves her speechless the second he knocks on her door.

The first time she didn’t have sex out of force.


Or out of boredom.


Or because she felt as if she owed it to a man who cut two heads off for her.


The first time she’s has sex where she didn’t talk. Daario was fucking her and she talked about war during the entire encounter. For Drogo, she had to tell him that she wanted to see his eyes in order for the sex to not be rough.


But with Jon…

Sometimes, silence speaks volumes.

firsts ✰ peter parker

summary : a collection of firsts between you and your beloved boyfriend, peter benjamin parker. 

author’s note : y’all okay this is so long my apologies i just??? went so overboard??? because i loved this so much?? also i could probably do more of these because it’s so cute and there are more things that could be added this was just already so long

  • the first time you meet peter, you’re pretty sure, at least just for a second, that you’ve officially met the human form of sunshine
  • seriously he’s always so happy??? and smiling??? and it’s honestly makes him so attractive to you in the first place
  • other than the exceptionally cute face that keeps angling itself toward you ever so slightly in ap chem class that thursday morning 
  • you’re both in lab and he’s sitting at his shared table with ned and he’s supposed to be making the mixture for his webs but oh well he’d rather stare at you like he does in every class you have together
  • (it’s three, three classes and two free periods and lunch and your locker is four down from his, not that he’s paying much attention to that sort of thing)
  • finally ned encourages him to walk up to you in class and ask for an extra beaker one day
    • “do you want my hat for some confidence boosts”
    • “no ned you’re the only one who can wear that hat properly”
    • “you’re not wrong”
  • so peter casually strolls up to your table where you’re sitting alone because your partner is absent and he bumps into the front of the desk 
  • you glance up from your work to see him holding his ribcage and mumbling under his breath
    • “oh, hi peter!” you say cheerfully
    • “wait you know my name?” ohmygodohmygod she knows who i am what the hell oh my god
    • “well duh, we have three classes together of course i do”
  • the best way to describe him in that moment is having lit up from within
  • he instantaneously smiles so wide and so excitedly as he realizes that you’ve noticed him too and maybe not in the same way he’s been noticing you but it doesn’t matter because it’s something 
  • he can work with something
  • and he definitely does
  • from the moment he slid into the empty seat next to you, turning around to give ned a completely obvious thumbs up with another wide grin, you knew you were goner
  • the first time you hold hands with peter you’re on the train with him going to meet may for the first time
  • you’re sort of together but not really but at the same time everyone knows that you and peter are pretty much dating
  • anyways peter really wants you to meet his aunt because she’s his favorite person ever but you’re slowly becoming a contender for that title
  • also may has been relentlessly asking to meet you for the past month and a half of you and peter developing strong feelings for each other so he figures now is as good a time as any
  • especially since he’s planning on asking you to be his girlfriend in the very very near future
  • so you’re taking the train back to his apartment and there’s barely any room for the both of you to sit unless he goes across the cart and the last thing this cutie wants to do is leave you 
  • he’s chilling and holding onto the pole thing by your seat and his other hand is dangling at his side kind of close to yours and he really wants to grab your hand so his fingers are kind of like twitching awkwardly ‘cause he’s not sure whether or not he should just lean down and go for it
  • you’re the one that goes for it in the end, shifting your bag on your lap before you reach out to hold his hand kind of loosely in case he doesn’t really want to
  • but he really wants to
  • and the blood rushes to his face so quickly when he glances down to see you shyly smiling up at him with your hand in his not quite firmly enough 
  • he laces his fingers through yours and makes sure you know he wants to do this more than anything else 
  • peter kind of adores hand holding
  • it makes him super happy and he feels safe and loved and cared for when you hold his hand for that first time 
  • he swings your hands back and forth between you as you trek to his apartment and he does it an exaggerated fashion that makes you laugh
  • he’s happy, so happy
  • the first time he kisses you is that same day, and it’s also the day he officially becomes your boyfriend
  • basically it’s a day neither you nor him would ever or could ever forget
  • you had just arrived at his building and you were both just standing there staring at each other with your hands still clasped together 
  • he had a dopey little happy adorable grin on his face as he bounced on his heels slightly and that made you smile so hard as well 
  • he looked like the most excited little boy ever 
  • which he was, if you really think about it
  • anyway he kind of just moves his hands up to your face for like a second and he hesitates but you nod and tell him that it’s okay so he presses them against your cheeks
    • “i- i wanna… can i… i’m gonna kiss you is that okay maybe”
    • “yeah pete, that’d be okay with me” you smile really softly at him and he nods again and he’s so nervous
  • he leans in and you lean in and you’re so close that you can practically feel his eyelashes delicately fluttering against your cheeks 
  • and then he closes his eyes and he kisses you and it’s only for like four seconds but it’s okay because you’re sure that it’s the best kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life
  • when he pulls back he’s so blushy and cute and shy with his head ducked slightly so you can’t look at him when he asks the next question
    • “so- um, maybe when i- i introduce you to may, i could possibly call you my… girlfriend? maybe? if you’d like to be…”
    • “PETERYESI’VEBEENWAITINGIWOULDLOVETOBE”
    • “OHOKAYIMSORRYTOKEEPYOUWAITING”
    • “IT’SFINEIREALLYLIKEYOU”
    • “ILIKEYOUMORE OKAY COOL LET’S GO MEET MAY”
  • the cutest babes ever :’))
  • the first time he calls you babe is maybe a week or two later
  • he doesn’t really mean to but it slips out and he can’t take it back
  • after seeing your reaction to it he doesn’t want to it back anyhow but before he notices how bright you beam at him he definitely slaps a hand over his face in embarrassment 
    • because like,,, is that even allowed am i supposed to say things like that what are relationship rules is that okay ohmygod
  • so you’re sitting at his desk and you’re going over calc homework with him and you’ve got a pen cap stuck between your lips as you concentrate and he is on his bed with one hand on his cheek and an elbow propping him so he can gaze at you the way an art connoisseur would admire a painting in the MET and he can’t help it
  • it just slips out like
    • “i got really lucky when i met you babe”
    • but he doesn’T MEAN TO SAY BABE AND HIS HEART KIND OF GOES !!!!!!!! but in a bad way
    • he’s like ah fuck i ruined it
    • but you spin around in his little spinny chair that you love and you grin at him and then he relaxes a bit and thinks hey ok good job peter so suave and charming nice one man and pats himself on the back a bit
    • “babe huh”
    • he tries to play it cool but he squeaks out “ummm yeah well like if you’re cool with it ya know haha” 
  • spoiler alert ! you’re v cool with it
  • the first time he says i love you isn’t during some big grandiose argument about him being spider-man
  • in fact it’s probably the lamest fucking thing ever and he kind of regrets not making it a bigger deal to tell you that he loves you but like whatever
  • it makes for a funny story
  • he’s been up with you the past two weeks studying for a history final that has you stressed out you haven’t kissed him hello in like… two days
  • you get out of your final and you’re like sweating from the stress of it and from holding your breath while answering questions because half of the shit you studied for isn’t on the test??? and like??? american education system whatever bye
  • he doesn’t even have a test that day but he waits outside the room for the hour and a half anyway
    • “you probably aced it babe you’re so smart i bet you did wonderfully i’m so sure of it”
    • “when i go to summer school you’re gonna wanna take those words back peter benjamin parker”
      “shut up let me supportive gosh y/n… anyways wanna go get celebratory donuts, my treat obviously”
    • “yes let’s go right now”
  • so another few days pass and you’re getting the tests back and peter skips the last ten minutes of his advanced english class to linger outside your door so he can be the first to greet you when you leave
  • the bell rings and you’re the last one out 
  • (this is mostly to tease peter because you know he’s outside the door he’s not good at being inconspicuous even if he’s spider-man)
  • you finally come out and he bounds over to you with wide eyes and places his hands on your shoulders 
    • *drmatically* “tell me the news”
    • *sadly* “well i…” *dramatic pause* “acED IT WITH FLYING COLORS PETER I PASSED !!!!!”
    • he practically squeals with happiness and he hugs you so tightly you’re lifted off your feet as he babbles on “oh my gosh i knew you could do it i’m so proud i love you so much you’re so smart i can’t believe i’m with a genius wow”
  • you step back with your mouth sort of agape in shock and peter tilts his head at you in confusion because he didn’t know that he said it just came out like words tend to do with him
    • “peter”
    • “what?????”
    • “you just you loved me”
    • “wait i did” he takes a moment to remember what he said and then he does and he just goes “aw damn it that’s not how i wanted to say it now it’s ruined god damn it”
    • and you’re just like the epitome of the heart eyes emoji because he looks so distraught that he ruined the moment 
    • “peter shut up for a second you dummy i love you so much too”
    • “oH REALLY WOW THAT’S AWESOME
  • he’s a huge dork
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way because this is the nerd that you love and would love for as long as possible

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“We’ll steal your disbelieving heart!”

Part 3 of edit sets for witchsona AU

**Please DO NOT edit, use, or repost any of these! Thank you!

[UPDATED and COMPLETE character profiles (codenames, outfit, awakening scene, dialogues) under the cut!]

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LWYMMD references

1. Taylor’s initials written with lit grave stones

2. REPUTATION ERA LETS GO!

3. Zombie!Taylor wearing the OOTW dress aka the last visual of 1989 coming out of the grave

4. SHE KILLED OFF NILS SJOBERG TOO Y’ALL (Taylor’s pseudonym in This Is What You Came For)

5. Blank Space Taylor smiling in her grave, being buried by Zombie Tay

6. Here’s a clip of Taylor talking about her image saying media paints her as if she collects men then cries in her bathtub surrounded by jewelry &&& peep @ that $1 in reference to her court case? 

7. “A Latin sentence meaning “Even you, Brutus?” from the play Julius Caesar, by William Shakespeare. Caesar utters these words as he is being stabbed to death, having recognized his friend Brutus among the assassins. Note : “Et tu, Brute?” is used to express surprise and dismay at the treachery of a supposed friend.”

8. this totally reminded me of of a snow white or cinderella type of “the birds and mice help me” kinda of thing. ALL HAIL SNAKE QUEEN 

9. “Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin ending so suddenly”

10. (she’s actually crashing a Bugatti) GOLD ERRYTHING. rich taylor drives around in her gold cars, with gold coffee cups, she hoards her gold jewelry and grammy in her car bc she’s too busy locking up men in her mansions!!!1!1

11. peep at her kitty rocking a 13 chain

12. SNAKE THIGH TATTOO 

13. she’s being guarded in a cage; zoo animal metaphor? matches the chained up/back imagery on the album cover

14. GUESS WHAT COMPANY SHE’S ROBBING

15. STREAM CO. a reference to Taylor’s Apple Music letter and removing her music from streaming sites like Spotify & people calling her money hungry

16. skinny/model like girls in black latex (similar to Bad Blood) being initiated into Taylor’s squad, a play on the Swift Squad rhetoric 

17. DIVA TAYLOR OBVIOUSLY HAS TO HAVE EVERYONE AT HER BECK AND CALL DUH!!!!!1!1!!!1!

18. old (dead) taylor’s trying to survive. new taylor literally boots junior jewel taylor. here’s a post on some taylor’s you might not have caught in the pile 

19. BOOB GRAB

20. taylor can’t dance? bitch where?

21. at last, taylor’s private jet, with “TS” and “TS6″ on it in gold parked in lot 13!

watch the video here!! 

Hit me baby (one more time)

“Millicent, what on earth are you doing?” Draco shot his friend a confused look from across the eighth year common room, where his peaceful solitary study session had been interrupted by a weird flapping noise.

“Flapping around with the sleeves of my girlfriend’s oversized sweater.” Millicent replied as she flapped around with the sleeves of her girlfriend’s oversized sweater. It wasn’t even a Slytherin sweater, but one of the Chinese national quidditch league. Cho Chang wasn’t even Chinese, but Korean. Draco didn’t really get the relationship she and Milly had.

“And why are you doing that?” Draco asked with a tired sigh. He was more than done with dissecting the love song they had to explain for muggle studies. He still couldn’t figure out what hit me baby one more time was supposed to mean. Was the singer pro domestic violence?

Stupid Britney Spears.


“Because it’s fun. You know that’s a thing people have, right Draco? Fun? A good mood? Happiness?” Millicent stopped flapping and walked over to him. Ignoring her sarcasm Draco quickly shielded his essay from sight. Millicent would probably know what Miss Spears meant since she had been raised by her muggle father, and he was not looking forward to getting laughed at by her.

Why does Chang even own sweaters that big? Draco wondered as Milly sat next to him. Cho was a petite girl and she’d be able to fit into this giant red tent at least seven times.

“Because she knows I like oversized sweaters, and she knows I like to wear stuff that smells like her.” Milly replied. Dammit, he’d been thinking out loud again.

Draco was so busy scolding himself for his slip up that he forgot to reply. It wasn’t a rare thing to happen these days. After the war getting distracted by all sorts of things was basically the only thing he did. He couldn’t even stare at Harry for longer than half a minute before something else caught his eye. It was maddening.

“Here, you try it.” Shaken out of his thoughts Draco nearly strained his neck as he looked at Milly again. She was wearing a plain grey shirt now, and the red sweater lay in her outstretched hands. Draco frowned.

“Why would I try it? I don’t want to smell like your girlfriend.”

“Not what I meant dumdum.” Milly chuckled, but there was a sad glint in her eyes. “I mean try wearing this oversized sweater and flap the sleeves.”

“I see no reason as to why that would be pleasing in any way.” Draco shot back, still looking puzzled. He pulled his muggle studies homework towards himself again and tried to regain focus, even though he knew it was a lot cause. He couldn’t concentrate for longer than half an hour a day it seemed.

Stupid PTSD.

“You say that again once you’ve tried it. Come on, if you do it I will help you with your muggle studies, and I promise I won’t laugh.” Millicent looked at him with puppy eyes, and Draco sighed. He wasn’t going to get rid of her until he obeyed, and since he was constantly sleep deprived he had no energy left whatsoever to protest.

“Fine.”

Milly grinned and then actually squealed, before pulling Draco’s reading glasses off his face and shoving the sweater on. It was still warm from when she’d worn it, which left Draco feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Things improved when the smell of mint tea and cheap shampoo filled his nostrils. This left him confused for a moment, until he recalled smelling this exact same thing every time he hugged Milly, and hugging for some stupid reason (which did not fit his aesthetic or his family name at all) was the only thing that could calm him down when his mind was racing again.

“Feels nice ey?” Milly asked with a cheeky grin as she tried to put his glasses back and stabbed him in the ear with one of the legs. He rolled his eyes and grumbled as a pleasant warmth spread through his gut. The knowledge that not all students in the school wanted to see him dead was comforting. 

Not that a Malfoy needed comforting or anything silly like that. Don’t be daft.

“You know there’s no shame in asking for help right? Or a hug?” And without waiting for Draco’s approval Milly pulled him into a firm hug. Draco sputtered but didn’t push her away. He was too tired.

And it felt kind of nice.

“Now flap with your arms.” Milly ordered as she released him.

“I’m not going to flap my arms Mills.”

Milly gave him a sharp look and whispered in a threatening voice, “if you do not flap your arms I will tell the Weasleys you were jealous of their knitted sweaters.”

Draco blushed bright red and gave her a look that was a combination of fear, exhaustion and irritation.

“Fine.” He sighed then. He heaved up his arms and flapped the ridiculously long sleeves in front of Milly’s face, knocking off her glasses. He chuckled as they landed on the floor, then he continued to harass Milly’s face with the sleeves. He probably looked ridiculous but now that he had started he found he didn’t care much. He hated being wrong but this was indeed quite fun to do.

Stupid Millicent.

“Are you happy now?” Draco grumbled a little out of breath after he’d exhausted his arm muscles.

“Wrong question Draco.” MIlly gave him a sharp look again, but it was less impressive now that her hair was disheveled and her glasses were gone. “What you should ask is are you happy?”

“No, I looked like an idiot.” He tugged at the gigantic red sweater. “Will you help me with my muggle studies now?”

Milly shook her head and sighed, which earned her a shove from Draco, but then she retrieved her glasses and scanned his work. She chuckled. “Well the answer to your question is not domestic violence. It’s sex.”

“Sex? Why would you hit people during sex?” Draco flapped out, turning beetroot as soon as he reasised half the common room was listening to them.

“I haven’t the slightest, I’m more of a Bambi lesbian myself. Maybe you could ask Pansy?”

“Oi! I do not engage in BDSM thank you very much.” Pansy yelled at them. Just as the rest of the common room she had overheard Milly.

“But I bet Potter has you covered.” The asian girl added with a smirk.

“Covered in what?” A dissolved looking Harry walking into the room right that moment.

“Latex and leather.” Pansy answered. Draco wanted to die.

“I prefer the sweater Malfoy is wearing to be honest. Latex and leather sounds rather uncomfortable. Why would I cover Malfoy with it anyway?”

“For BDSM sex of course.” Milly replied. Harry tripped over his own feet and fell hard against the table Draco had been using to make him homework.

“Excuse me?” Harry sputtered with a bright red face as he rubbed his painful upper arm. He looked rather stupid, lying there almost face first on the floor.

“Hey! What did you guys do to Harry?” Ron shouted offended as he entered the common room, soon followed by Hermione.

“We revealed the secret BDSM sex he and Draco are having.” Pansy said matter-of-factly. Draco let his head fall onto the hard wooden table with a loud thud. He hated his friends sometimes.

“Oh that,” Hermione shrugged, “well I’m glad you found someone who’s willing to dominate you, and I for one hope he shares all of your many kinks Harry.”

Ron looked like he might pass out as he stared open mouthed at his girlfriend. “He’s getting whipped by Malfoy?”

“Well that escalated quickly.” Millicent mutterd in Draco’s ear. Draco groaned and threw a quill at her head. She caught it and sat back to enjoy the gigantic mess she’d made, openly enjoying the commotion.

Draco, however, was very much not enjoying the commotion. Sex was always a bit of a taboo subject for purebloods and the little bits and pieces he had puzzled together so far did not feature any of the things his fellow students were talking about. Left alone that he did such things to Harry Potter on a regular basis.

As soon as Ron actually fainted and people weren’t looking at him anymore he fled up the stairs. The last thing he heard before he slammed the door shut was “DEAN THOMAS I AM NEVER GOING TO WEAR A FUCKING LATEX LEOTARD! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER.”

All in all Draco was happy to collapse on his bed and pull the curtains shut around it, cancelling out the last bit of the noise. He crawled under the duvet and hugged the oversized sweater he was still wearing.

He couldn’t really wrap his head around the fact that only a year ago he’d been certain he wouldn’t even survive the war, and now he was safe and warm and cozy, wrapped up in a huge sweater from Cho Chang, out of all people. It was ridiculous.

But besides that it was comfortable too, and within five minutes he was sound asleep. He never slept longer than an hour though, because that was the moment the nightmares kicked in.

“Uhm, Malfoy?” Draco stirred in his sleep. The red eyes of Voldemort flickered with green for a moment, but soon they went back to red again. He did not wake up. “Malfoy are you okay? Are you having a nightmare?”

It was the genuine concern in Harry’s voice that penetrated through the fog of the dream and woke Draco up. He groaned and curled up further, shaking from the memory of him. No matter how many times he saw it the face still terrified him. He was unsurprised but not un-ashamed to find his cheeks were wet from tears.

Harry set something down on his nightstand and sat down on the edge of his bed. The way the mattress dipped in reminded Draco so much of his mother bringing him a goodnight kiss that he was crying again before he even realised it.

He turned around, trying to bury his face in his pillows, but Harry stubborn fucking prick Potter wouldn’t leave him alone. A muscled arm, strongly contrasting with Draco’s own weak limbs, curled itself around him and soon after he felt Harry’s chest press against his back. It appeared the slayer of the dark lord was spooning him.

“Luna taught me how to spot the difference between crying alone and crying lonely.” Harry said, his tone of voice more than a little bit uncomfortable and awkward.

“And she showed me how to chase away the fear of a nightmare.” He added rather doubtfully, and he moved away from him so one of his hands got the space it needed to make hard but relaxing stroking movements across Draco’s back.

Draco was so overwhelmed by the nightmare, what had happened in the common room and what Harry was doing now that al he could do was tell himself to breathe. Just breathe.

After a minute or two Harry sat up again, and to his own surprise Draco found himself more relaxed than he’d felt in months, probably years.

“I have no idea why you just did that,” Draco murmured, still a bit out of it, “but I enjoyed it.”

“Glad to hear that.” Harry replied. Draco tried to casually dry his cheeks before emerging from his duvet again. He self consciously put a hand through his hair, certain it would look a right mess.

“You, eh, left your homework in the common room.” Harry indicated at the boks on Draco’s night stand and flushed a bit. “I thought I’d give it back to you before they start reading it out loud downstairs.”

“Thank you Po-.”

“Harry.” Harry cut in. “You can call me Harry, if you want to that is.”

Draco, surprised that Harry would think he would not want to call him Harry, sat up a bit straighter and tried to convey his thanks again. “Well then, thank you, Harry. And do call me Draco, if you want to that is.”

“I do.” Harry blurted, turning even more red. “I mean I do, eh, want to call you Draco.” He finished clumsily and Draco found himself smiling. A rare occasion these days.

“Where did you get that sweater from?” Harry asked, seemingly to prevent an awkward silence.

“Cho Chang actually.” And Draco couldn’t help but laugh as Harry’s face flushed again. The messy haired man looked horribly awkward, guilty, puzzled and shocked at the same time, and it frankly looked quite hilarious.

“Relax Harry. I’m not dating your ex. Millicent would kill me if I stole her girlfriend.” He chuckled as relief flooded Harry’s face, feeling suddenly giddy with the thought that Harry Potter might be interested in him.

“Wait what?” All of the sudden Harry looked puzzled again. “Since when are Cho and Bulstrode dating?”

Now it was Draco’s turn to be puzzled again. “Since the start of the school year.” He said slowly, eying Harry with suspicion. The guy wasn’t fucking with him now was he?

“They are the leaders of the GSA, and they snuggle together like, all the time.” Draco continued. Harry frowned, seemingly digging through his memory to recall any of Draco’s claims. “Harry are you sure you have the right prescription for your glasses? Those two could not have been more obvious if they’d tattooed we are lesbian lovers on their forehead.”

Harry glared at him and pulled his knees up. “It’s not my fault I suck at seeing that kind of thing okay? I wasn’t raised with it you know. With love.”

And suddenly Harry looked very small, sitting there on the edge of Draco’s bed, staring ahead without seeing anything. Draco swallowed hard, not sure what to do now, until he remembered what he was wearing.

“Harry?”

“What?” Harry snapped as he changed from hurt boy into an angry adult man.

“Put this on and flap with the sleeves.” Draco held out Cho’s sweater. “It helps, I promise.”

Harry eyed the sweater. He didn’t seem to have much faith in Draco’s method and unlike Millicent Draco had no threats he could use against his victim. Though victim was the wrong word of course.

“You’re ridiculous.” Harry muttered and he turned back to staring at the wall.

“And you won’t be able to hit me in the face with permission if you do not put on this sweater and flap the sleeves in my face.” Draco shot back. He was ready to sell some of his dignity and self perseverance if it meant Harry would look happy again. Though if he was being honest he didn’t have much dignity left.

Harry eyed him from the side, then silently snatched the sweater from Draco’s outstretched arm and pulled it over his head. It looked stupid on him, way too big, the colour didn’t fit and Harry had more of an middle eastern look to him than a chinese one. Still, Draco had so much trouble tearing his gaze away from Harry that he did not even see the man coming when he hit him in the face with his sleeve.

Once it did hit him though he scrambled backwards until he was pressed against the headboard of his bed as a reflex. Harry didn’t seem bothered by this and just lurched forward until he was half-sitting half-lying on top of Draco as he hit him in the face with Cho’s sweater.

“I said flap not hit!” Draco yelled as Harry beated down on his face, but he was laughing as he said it, because Harry was laughing too now.

“I thought you were supposed to be a BDSM fan?” Harry shot back with a wicked grin.

“I don’t even know what that means Potter!” Draco exclaimed just before Harry tired out and collapsed on top of him. “I thought the song was about domestic violence.”

“Cozy mind you have there.” Harry tapped the side of Draco’s head and dragged himself up a bit until his face was hanging above Draco’s.

“Just as cozy as yours, possibly even cozier.” Draco whispered, very aware of the fact that his breath was caressing Harry’s face, and that he had no idea if it smelled good yes or no.

“Show off.” Harry shot back.

Despite his nerves Draco looked smug as he shot back, “It’s not showing off if it’s true.”

“I think it still is, but I’d have to ask Hermione to be sure.” Harry pulled a thinking face, which Draco thought was the single most adorable thing in the world. Before he knew what he was doing he’d drifted off from the conversation to Harry’s eyes, his hair, the patterns on the ceiling, how muggles knitted wool for their sweaters…

He startled when Harry talked again and mentally scolded himself for losing focus. He’d lived in one house with the dark lord, he should be able to handle some stupid concentration issues. And there he was drifting again.

“Did you hear what I said?” Harry inquired with an amused look on his face. At least he didn’t get angry like some of the professors did. Or maybe the anger came later. “I said it is pretty disturbing that two eighteen year old boys are bragging about their shitty mental state when they should be kissing.”

“Kissing?” Draco muttered perplexed.

“Yes Draco, kissing. I hope you do know what that means.” Draco briefly wondered how this idiot of a man had gotten the balls to be so up front about things, but before he could get distracted again he bend forward and planted his lips firmly on Harry’s. And for the first time since the war, he didn’t think anything could distract him from the magnificent experience that is kissing Harry Potter.

It wasn’t perfect, in fact it was rather clumsy, with several collisions of teeth and near-bitings of tongues, but it was right. It felt right. And as Harry reached out and tangled his fingers in Draco’s hair, messing it up even more, the both of them were sure they would be alright.

And they would be.

Together.


This turned out to be wayyyyyyyy longer than it was supposed to be and I procrastinated a buttload of homework typing this out so if you could let me know what you thnk that would be extra appreciated this time! (Bc then I know if I wasted my homework time writing something nice or stupid)

I’ve Got You

IT’S WHUMP WEEK! Hope you’re all as excited for this as I am. I’m going to try and throw some (k)lance whump at you every day!

Day One- Fever


Lance glared up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes, as if its very presence offended him. “Why do we even make plans?” he wondered aloud. “They always go south, anyways.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “If we just stormed into Galra bases with no idea what we were doing, then we’d be caught pretty easily.”

Lance eyed him, unimpressed. His skin looked unusually pale in the dim, purple light. “Kinda like how we are now?”

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#omegaverse #mutual-pining #angst

Prompts: @fiftypurpleroses
Author: @queenofthyme

It comes out of absolutely nowhere. One moment Harry is sitting in Charms class, innocently focusing on the lesson, the next he’s fantasizing in great detail about fucking Draco Malfoy.

All his senses are honed into Malfoy, sitting two rows ahead of him. And look, it’s not like Harry hasn’t thought about it before, but not like this. Not so strongly that he can’t think of anything else. Not so wildly that he wouldn’t be opposed to doing it in the middle of the class, students and teacher be damned.

Malfoy is squirming in his seat, restlessly fidgeting, and Harry isn’t sure how, but he can tell Malfoy is aroused as well. Can tell the bead of sweat dripping down the back of Malfoy’s red neck is a sign of it. Can tell that Malfoy would certainly be open to a mid-class fucking. Except how can he know that? It must all be wishful thinking, a product of his own arousal.

Although when Malfoy excuses himself and strides past Harry to the door, there’s no mistaking the lustful stare directed Harry’s way, or the smell of Malfoy’s arousal. The smell? What the fuck.

Harry quickly excuses himself, not even bothering to come up with a reason, and follows Malfoy out into the corridor, all his senses on fire. Malfoy is waiting for him, pacing the hallway, his eyes filling with heat as Harry approaches.

Without thinking, Harry grabs hold of Malfoy and slams him against the wall, ready to ravish him completely, right here in the open. But a tiny glimmer of fear shows in Malfoy’s eyes amongst his arousal and the charm is broken.

Harry takes a step back, blinking. What was he just about to do? “Sorry. I didn’t mean to – “

Malfoy laughs humourlessly, cutting Harry off. “Harry Potter is an alpha. Of fucking course. I was supposed to be an alpha.”

“An alpha?” Harry repeats. His brain is foggy from suppressing his arousal. “What are you talking about?”

“How do I even explain? It’s – look, you’re an alpha. The top dog. The lead. The dominant one,” he says resentfully. “I’m, well, I don’t know what I am now.” He slumps back up against the wall.

Harry still doesn’t quite understand. But he can hardly see how his “alpha” status, whatever it is, has any influence on Malfoy’s. “Can’t you be an alpha too?” He asks.

Malfoy rolls his eyes at Harry’s naivety. “We can’t both be alphas.”

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❝ ░ INDIANA JONES; STARTER SENTENCES.

  • ❛ You’re not the man I knew ten years ago. ❜
  • ❛ It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage. ❜
  • ❛ What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go! ❜
  • ❛ You want to talk to God? Let’s go see him together, I’ve got nothing better to do. ❜
  • ❛ Come on! Show a little backbone, will ya! ❜
  • ❛ Snakes. Why’d it have to be snakes? ❜
  • ❛ You can’t do this to me, I’m an American.
  • ❛ I can only say ‘I’m sorry’ so many times. ❜
  • ❛ I oughta kill you right now. ❜
  • ❛ Not a very private place for a murder. ❜
  • ❛ Didn’t any of you guys ever go to Sunday school? ❜
  • ❛ Let us hurry. There is nothing to fear here. ❜
  • ❛ Well, _____, at least you haven’t forgotten how to show a lady a good time. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve learned to hate you in the last ten years! ❜
  • ❛ We never seem to get a break, do we? ❜
  • ❛ Oh, my friends! I’m so pleased you’re not dead! ❜
  • ❛ Please, sit down before you fall down. ❜
  • ❛ Now… what shall we talk about? ❜
  • ❛ It’s a transmitter, a radio for speaking to God. ❜
  • ❛ Your persistence surprises even me. You’re going to give mercenaries a bad name. ❜
  • ❛ Look at this. It’s worthless - ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, what happened? You don’t look very happy. ❜
  • ❛ Shoot them. Shoot them both. ❜
  • ❛ If they knew we were here, they would have killed us already. ❜
  • ❛ Wow! Holy Smoke! Crash landing! ❜
  • ❛ Hold on to your potatoes! ❜
  • ❛ What kind of a name is that? Is it short for something? ❜
  • ❛ Nothing shocks me. I’m a scientist. ❜
  • ❛ Are you trying to develop a sense of humor or am I going deaf? ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna get killed chasing after your damn fortune and glory! ❜
  • ❛ I keep telling you, you listen to me more, you live longer! ❜
  • ❛ I hate the water… and I hate being wet… and I hate you!
  • ❛ What a vivid imagination. ❜
  • ❛ You know how to fly, don’t you? ❜
  • ❛ Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains. ❜
  • ❛ There are two dead people in here! ❜
  • ❛ It’s okay, kid. It’s me. ❜
  • ❛ I had bugs for lunch. ❜
  • ❛ I burned by fingers and I cracked a nail! ❜
  • ❛ So what are you supposed to be, a lion tamer? ❜
  • ❛ I’m allowing you to tag along. So why don’t you give your mouth a rest. Okay doll? ❜
  • ❛ Ooh, what big birds! ❜
  • ❛ You lost today, kid. But that doesn’t mean you have to like it. ❜
  • ❛ He chose… poorly. ❜
  • ❛ I’m like a bad penny, I always turn up. ❜
  • ❛ Our situation has not improved. ❜
  • ❛ Is there anyone here who speaks English? Or maybe even ancient Greek? ❜
  • ❛ And in this sort of race, there’s no silver medal for finishing second. ❜
  • ❛ How dare you kiss me. ❜
  • ❛ Dance on your own time, will you? ❜
  • ❛ Unshackle me. I’ll give you a big hug. ❜
  • ❛ You know, for an old man you ain’t bad in a fight. ❜
  • ❛ One of the scorpions just stung me! Am I gonna die? ❜
  • ❛ Good thing we’re not grave robbers. ❜
  • ❛ I took Spanish. I didn’t understand a word of that. What was it? ❜
  • ❛ How much of human life is lost in waiting? ❜
off limits | 05 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, angst
words: 9,221
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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bojack horseman spoilers

I can’t even begin to list all the things I love about Todd Chavez as ace representation (only touching on season 4 here, because I already made a list of things I love about the stuff in season 3):

  • He’s struggled with his sexual orientation since puberty, and it’s not until he’s in his mid-twenties that he addresses it head on. And even then it takes him a full year to land on a label he’s comfortable with.
  • In episode 1, his best friend calls him asexual and he’s extremely uncomfortable. He’s uncomfortable both with someone else labeling him, and with the term itself. Then his friend backs off and agrees that while she shouldn’t have stuck him with a label, there are advantages to identifying as something specific.
  • This is a lot of what the arc was about, actually. It’s like a reproach to all the people who say that since asexuality is the absence of something, it’s not really anyone’s business and doesn’t need its own terms/groups/representation/etc. Todd ultimately benefits from both the use of a label and the support/community that come with it. 
  • Episode 3, the ep where Todd comes to terms with being ace, is also about his character in a broader sense. Not only does this show that his arc this season is about more than just his sexuality, it ties his asexuality in to his struggle with self-identification and personhood in general.
  • “I don’t think I’m allowed to be in love.”
  • Bojack is exactly the sort of asshole who puts his foot in his mouth and makes comments like, “Sometimes I wish I was asexual. Maybe then I wouldn’t have a strand of herpes!” Don’t be like Bojack. 
  • When Bojack makes a joke about it, Todd quickly shuts him down and says, “Yeah, I’m not really at a place yet where I wanna joke about it.” This is really striking to me, because I’ve had a lot of people make jokes at my expense, and there seems to be a general lack of awareness of how serious the subject actually is. This is a serious part of a person’s identity, it can take years to come to terms with. Decades. It’s not a  personality quirk, it’s their life. And just because you start to become more comfortable with something doesn’t mean that the people in your life can treat it so carelessly.
  • About the ace meet-up: “Talking’s good. You know, there was a meeting I was supposed to go to tonight, but I don’t think I’m gonna go. I don’t know if I’m ready. I mean, what if it’s not everything I want it to be? Sometimes the idea of something is better than the truth.”
  • But then he goes! And it helps him a lot. The group introduces him to new friends (which he desperately needed), it helped him feel more normal, teaches him new terms, etc. Through people he meets in it, he learns that he can still be in a relationship, can even get married if he wants to, that love doesn’t hinge on sex. Which, you know, can be a pretty radical discovery for an ace person.
  • Also introduces him to my new favorite human being axolotl, Yolanda Buenaventura.
  • Todd talks about his sexuality with his friends. He uses the words “asexual” and “ace,” he drops it into conversation as he becomes more comfortable with the concept. It’s not a private matter.

There’s more, but this post is really long. I think the biggest thing for me right now is that anyone who watches this show, anyone who worked on this show, is being given a grade-A education. The fact that people like Aaron Paul and Will Arnett now know about and presumably understand asexuality has blown my mind. The fact that this popular show is introducing hundreds of thousands (or millions? Netflix doesn’t realize its viewing stats) of people to asexuality makes my life easier. If I find out someone’s seen this season, it’s going to change how I interact with them.

I want to be able to talk about being ace in day-to-day conversation. I want my grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc., to know that I’m ace and not voice their doubts behind my back. I want to be able to point to TV shows like this and say, “You know that character? That’s me.” So, uh, that’s why I sobbed hysterically for fifteen minutes after watching Bojack Horseman.

Friends - Tom Holland x Reader imagine

Title: Friends
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Friends just sleep in another bed and friends don’t treat me like you do. I know that there’s a limit to everything but my friends won’t love me like you.
Word Count: 4.7k
WARNING: NSFW, 18+, includes smut and swearing
A/N: yet another collab with nat aka @peterfuckinparker​, oops? also, listen to friends by ed sheeran before/whilst you read, ok????

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