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  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
Rage

Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.

He wants the rage to leave his body.

Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.

Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.

Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.

He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!

“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.

“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.

Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.

But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.

Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.

“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.

“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.

Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.

He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.

“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.

“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.

He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.

The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.

Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.

He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms rather awkwardly.

Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.

My Grand Plan Lyrics

(Percy Jackson musical song - here)

Athena give me strength so I can lead us
Mother guide me with your wisdom, show me the way
Are you there, do you ever even listen
I’m gonna make you hear me one day

I’ve always been a smart girl
Always made the grade, always got the gold star
Always been a smart girl
And a smart girl only gets a girl so far

You’re called a snob, they sneer and smirk
You do the work but take the blame
I won’t be dissed, I won’t be dismissed
Until everyone know my name

My grand plan
Is that I will be remembered
My grand plan
Just you wait and see
So wise up, ‘cause I’ll rise up
Bring on any challenge
And I promise that my friends will notice me

I’ve always been a tough girl
Always been the one not to run from a fight
Always been a tough girl
And tough girls always bark more than they bite

But me, I tend to stand my ground
I found I never can give in
It may not be my quest
But maybe it’s my (way? mine to win?)

My grand plan
Is that I will be remembered
My grand plan
Just you wait and see
So wise up, ‘cause I’ll rise up
Bring on any challenge
And I promise that the world will notice me

Can your stepmom treat you like some freak
And your dad won’t give you the time of day
And your mom won’t trust you with a quest
Til the best thing you can do is run away
Run away

But I have a plan
And I will be remembered
I will be great
Just wait and see
So wise up, ‘cause I’ll rise up
Bring on any challenge
And I promise that my mom
And I promise that my friends
I promise I will show ‘em all
Before this journey ends
And they will notice me

I’ve always been a smart girl  

(edit: thanks @dam-iminalotoffandoms and @stuck-on-the-internet for corrections/additions!)

  • -Sasuke and Sakura are travelling through the woods, Sakura is heavily pregnant-
  • Sakura: ...and then I told Naruto that he should-
  • Sasuke: (hears something in a nearby bush and activates susano-o)
  • Sakura: (freezes)
  • Sasuke: (notices her tense up) Sakura?
  • Sakura: (whispering) Sasuke-kun... I think I just peed in my pants...
  • Sasuke: (trying to muffle a laugh) What?
  • Sakura: (red from embarrassment) ...T-this can happen to pregnant women! I told you not to startle me!
  • Sasuke: (highly amused) This was an emergency.
  • Sakura: (pouting)
  • Sasuke: (chuckling)
  • Sakura: Stop laughing at mee...!!

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Here’s the hero of the Omnic Crisis, Gabriel Reyes of Overwatch, who fought and won the robot war. His country thanks him for his service. Sort of.

ok but like pls consider how fucking cute and angsty famous plots could be like boy band member n actress/model/whatever friends whose fans send her hate when they arent even dating n there like “bro wtf tell ur fans to chill pls” but then it continues w support n whoops their management wants them to date now for publicity wow

and also just like. jaded child actor. new excited puppy who hasn’t been ruined by hollywood yet actor. pls. it just combines good things. they can be co stars n its not real but it feels real fight mE ABOUT iT I DARE U

AND JUST FUCKING FAMOUS PERSON/NON FAMOUS PERSON. THE DISTANCE. THE DRAMA. ITS WONDERFUL.

anyways in conclusion just give me a famous plot of any fuckin kind and i’ll shut up for once in my goddamn life 

this chapter revealed that mob can be aware & conscious when ???% is around which is … terrifying

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At Royal Holloway, University of London - it’s so pretty here, it’s a really small uni and has such a nice old feel to it. I’m off to the classics department welcome talk and example lecture, then off to my interview! I hope it goes well!

Attention.

Could you do something about George and the reader is visiting the burrow and he keeps bugging her because he has a crush on her but she doesn’t know

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(Y/n) POV:
We all sit around the Gryffindor table for the eating dinner. Smiles, laughs, and gossip was of course flying around the room. Suddenly an own flies in the room and drops a letter right into my food. “Another howler (y/n)?” George asks laughing. “Not this time.” I say laughing and opening the letter.

Dear (y/n)
Your father and I have recently found out your sister is stuck in a rut in New York. These muggles don’t understand how to get around and one hit your sister’s car! Sadly you’ll have to stay at hogwarts for break. I’m sorry dear I know you wanted to spend Christmas and make your cake this year, but I promise next year will be 1000 times better. Your father and I will pay you a visit soon though. Good luck with school dear, and don’t forget we love you.

Sincerely mum and dad

I slump my head on my hand and read the note again. “Way to go sissy.” I roll my eyes. “What’s wrong love?” George asks with a long face. “My sister got stranded in New York so now I can’t go home for Christmas.” I say playing with my food.

I see Fred slightly nudge his brother. George looks confused then smiles with delight. “Come home with us for Christmas. Mum would love to see you! She hasn’t seen you in a year!” Fred says with a smile. “I couldn’t guys. I don’t want to intrude.” “Nonsense!” The twins say. I smile and hug them both. “You guys are the best.” They laugh as I pull away, and I swear I could see a little blush dancing on George’s cheeks.

—-

Today’s the day! I get to go over to the Burrow for Christmas. I get my trunk onto the train and spend the entire time joking with Fred and George. Though George seems a bit off. A bit quiet actually. That’s not normal.

When we get off the train I run to molly hugging her. “Ah (y/n)! I haven’t seen you in forever! So grown up! My gosh!” She yells over dramatically.

As we get to the warm and cozy crooked house I smell. “Aww having flashbacks (y/n)?” Fred asks laughing. “I like the one where you fall off your broom.” George laughs. “Thanks for catching me by the way.” I wink playfully making George’s face heat up. What is up with him? George then bucks up and trips me as I goes up the stairs. “George!” “Oh sorry love. I just couldn’t help watching you fall for me.” I roll my eyes and get up.

For the rest of the day George kept pinching me, tripping me and just completely bugging me. Attention deprived much?

At dinner we all eat the wonderful meal Mrs. Weasley cooks and then it’s off to bed. Molly let me sleep in the boy’s room because she knows how close we all are. I sit my bag down on the floor and get out my pajamas and shower supplies. “I’m off the shower boys.”

As I make my way out the door I hear them giggling and looking at me. “What?” I ask with a smirk. “Oh nothing. Nothing. Just something Georgie said is all.” Fred says getting a shove from George. I roll my eyes forgetting it for now, and going into the bathroom.

I toss and turn on the cot trying to find a comfortable position, but something keeps running in circles in my mind. George.

I sit up and scoot over to Fred’s bed. I shake him slightly. “Psst. Freddie wake up.” He rolls over and mumbles. “Ugh you’re so difficult!” I groan and hold his nose shut. After a second or two his eyes open and he sits up. “Bloody hell (y/n)! Thought I was drowning!” I giggle and stand up. “Come here.” I say walking towards the door. “What?” “Questions later Fredric now come on.” I pull him up and out of the room to the downstairs.

We sit on the couch Fred looking around in the dark. “Not that I don’t love spending time with my best friend, but it’s 2:46 in the morning.” “Yeah I know, but I just have something to ask you.” “About what?” “George.” I say causing Fred to smile in the dark.

He crosses his arms and smiles. “Finally coming around huh? It’s been long enough. Poor mate having to wait all this time.” I look at him confused. “I’m sorry what?” Fred face goes blank. “Guess jumping to conclusions is what I’m best at. What about George?” “He’s been acting differently. Blushing, getting a little jumpy. I’m just wondering what’s going on with him.” Fred smirks. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. He’ll tell you everything tomorrow morning.” Fred laughs as he goes back up to the room.

In the morning I change and hop down the steps going straight into the kitchen. “Molly could I make a cake for Christmas? I was going to for my family, but I’m obviously not there.” “Of course dear! More food the merrier!” She laughs and starts putting breakfast out.

One by one the Weasley’s come down and eat breakfast…but no George. “Where’s your brother?” Molly asks. Fred smirks at his food. “Asleep.” He says chewing on pancakes. “Oh that boy. (Y/n) will you go wake him up please?” I nod and make my way up to George’s room.

I knock on the door waiting for an answer. Yet when I don’t get one I just open the door and strut in. I look over to George’s bed and see him cuddled up in his blanket.

I walk over to him and shake him slightly. “George. Breakfast is ready.” He opens his eyes and looks at me for a second. “You okay Georgie?” I laugh and try to turn away until he grabs my arm.

I look back at him and scrunch my eyebrows together. “You okay George?” He pulls my arm making me fall on the bed with him.

He pushes my hair out of my face and smiles. “Godric you’re beautiful.” I laugh uncomfortably trying to get up. “Oh can I please kiss you (y/n)? Please?” He breaths and sits up trying to get to my lips.

Not that I’m complaining, but he doesn’t seem like himself. “Kiss me (y/n).” George says. I stare at him. I can’t stand it anymore. I smash my lips against his and he immediately responds.

He flips us over so he’s on top. George runs his lips down my neck biting in places making marks. “George.” I moan out arching up.

Then I realize what I’m doing. “George.” He groans and grinds against me. “George.” “What is it love?” “We have to stop.”

He looks at me with sad eyes. “Why?” I get out from under him and stand up fixing my clothes. “George. Breakfast is ready.” George stands up and grasps my hips. “Well I’m hungry for something other than mums hot cakes.” He kisses up my neck and grips my hips. “George. Stop.”

He pulls away with sad eyes again. “I love you…” “George you’re really not being yourself.” I try to go downstairs but he pulls me to him. “I’ve loved you since 2nd year (y/n). Honest to Godric.”

I look him in the eyes and see something. A slight pink sparkle. I sigh and shake my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I say under my breath and run down the steps. “Fred!” I scream and end up chasing him around the table with George trying to catch me.

I get caught in George’s arms and Fred laughs. “A spell? Really?” I groan and try to get at Fred. “Oh relax. He’s not acting. The spell makes you truthful. Stronger than the potion actually.” Fred states in a matter of fact tone.

George tries to kiss me again, but I wrestle him to the couch. “Well get him off of it.” “Do you want him to remember what he said?” Fred asks with a smirk.

“Yes. Fred please!” George yells with a lovely smile as he stares at me. “My pleasure.” Fred waves his wand and George stops struggling.

I look down at him and see him looking up at me. I raise up off him and continue to stare at him. “(Y/n)…I’m-” “I love you too.” I say. George smiles and kisses me.

y'all can’t say that shea was “robbed” because sasha was consistently in the top the whole competition placing bottom three only once and never lip syncing. she could have easily won the pageant, snatch game, the roast, the makeover challenge, or the ball. both sasha and shea have placed top three or won seven times in the season. if you’re going to invalidate sasha’s wins because they were partnered, then you should invalidated two of shea’s as well. their track records are pretty even if you ask me.

the lip syncs weren’t rigga morris, because if you’re forgetting, from season 1 to the first season of all stars, lip syncing has determined the winner. clearly, they had time to prepare because sasha had fierce performances planned for all three songs. shea could have stepped her pussy up and won, but sasha snatched that crown, and she deserved it completely for being fabulous the whole season and finally getting to show off her amazing lip sync abilities. lip syncing is just like any other challenge during the show, so if shea wins four challenges but then doesn’t succeed in a finale lip sync it’s suddenly rigged?shea is amazing, i love her, and i bet you right now that she is the winner of all stars 3, but sasha 100% deserves her win.

@coffee-without-a-pause made me watch We Bare Bears and so… (this one is for you poudi :D)

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Kevin Day 100% made green smoothies for the Foxes once. Everyone kept a distance of at least ten feet from him. Only Renee accepts the drink. She smiles, takes a sip, and grimaces very noticeably. (poor kevin)

The Foxes start making high stakes, non-monetary bets where if you lose, you request Kevin Day for a homemade green smoothie (that you have to finish in front of him) and healthy eating advice you actually have to follow for a week. 

“perfect guys dont exis-”

There are those nights that Nancy and Jonathan are forced to take their younger brothers with them to the roller rink or the movies or wherever. Usually Karen makes Nancy take Mike with her, and Jonathan decides he might as well bring Will along so Mike has something to do. The first time this happens, they worry that Steve will think that having the boys along will kill the vibe, but Steve takes to them right away.

There’s the night at the bowling alley, for instance, when Will bowls a strike after a streak of gutter balls. Steve whoops and picks Will up, throwing him over his shoulder. He jumps around in a victory dance with Will on his back, and Will shrieks with delight and yells for Jonathan to rescue him. After Jonathan helps him down, they team up and playfully pin Steve to the ground while Nancy and Mike cheer them on.

Then there’s the time that they’re hanging around at Jonathan and Will’s house. Mike can’t stop talking about the Snow Ball and how nervous he is that he can’t dance. No matter how many times Nancy tells him that El won’t care how good a dancer he is, Mike is still worried. Until Steve offers to show him a couple of moves. Steve puts on some music and demonstrates how to step and slide. Then he pauses while Mike mimics him and praises Mike when he starts to get the hang of something. Occasionally Jonathan interjects with pointers on what kind of dancing goes best with what kinds of songs. Will decides he wants to learn, too, and the night ends with the boys spinning each other for practice while Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve slow-dance in a sloppy triangle.

2ps Reactions To S/O Wanting Kids

2p America: “You really want a mini me running around here, huh??” He would laugh about it, but certainly wouldn’t be against it.

2p England: “Oh, poppet! I’d love to, if you want to, but-” He would be all for it, very excited, but also very worried. What if something goes wrong? What if he isn’t the best father? He doubts everything that could happen.

2p China: Cue nervous laughter and a lot of stuttering. As much as he would like kids, he’d find the whole thing to be kind of difficult. He’s not the most consistent person, let alone a consistent father.

2p France: “….” He wouldn’t really want a kid. He feels like he messed up raising Matt, and he doesn’t want to mess up again.

2p Russia: “I see. You really want a child?” He would make sure that it was truly okay with it. He’d be somewhere in the middle, as the idea would put him off for a little bit, but if you give him time he will warm up to the idea of having a child.

2p Canada: “You sure..?” “…Okay.” He’s wanted kids before, but never asked. He wants to prove to himself that he can take care of a child, better than he thought his own father did.

2p Italy: “Oh,bella,I don’t see why not… But why?” He’d be okay with it, but would want a specific reason as to why you wanted to have a child with him.

2p Germany: He’d give you a big hug immediately. “Hey, of course! I mean, they’re basically a little bundle of insomnia, but that’s not so bad!” He’d love to have a child with you, as for him it shows him just how much you do love him.

2p Japan: “Hm…” He wouldn’t decide immediately, not really liking the idea a whole lot. Though he isn’t completely against it, just let him think about it.

2p Romano: Cue dramatic gasp. “Oh bella, of course!!” He’d be all for it, already making up plans for the baby. Name, baby shower, room, whatever; he’ll have it done in no time.

2p Austria: “Oh, darling, of course~, I was wondering when you’d ask~” He has been wanting kids for a while now, as it kind of says to him that now there’s no way that you’d leave him.

2p Prussia: “W-What? Are you sure? I don’t… Think that I’d be the best father, but…” As much as he would love children, he doubts that he’ll be the best he can be for his child, so is mostly just worried.

estelle and spectra refs!! all of this info is talking about estelle bc she’s more important, check the tags for spectra

- she just loves all her robots so much?? even though some of them go rogue and try to rip her apart. they all get sold off to randos, apart from the defective ones like spectra, which are usually destroyed as per the boss’ orders . it makes her very sad

- she’s always coming up with new ideas for stuff, and she draws/writes them down on any old random scraps she can find

- she never tells anyone anything about herself, she’s infuriatingly secretive about even trivial things. she does this partially because she’ll be arrested if anyone finds out about her murder robots and snitches on her, and partially because bants

- the scar across from the top of her thigh to her stomach is from another one of her robots. she made it a bit too aggressive and it turned on another employee, vaporising him and badly injuring her. she has since been told to tone down the lasers