who let this thing happen to me

anonymous asked:

Any advice/resources on declawing or training to avoid clawing furniture/carpet? I've got a parent who was exposed to the idea of declawing (not from me) and is trying to force me into getting the procedure done for my new cat. :(

Declawing is one of the cruelest things you can do to a cat. I’ve seen it first hand from an older family cat. Please do not let this happen. I’ve attached a few articles.  

https://iheartcats.com/new-study-reveals-long-term-side-effects-of-declawing-cats/

https://iheartcats.com/7-reasons-never-declaw-your-cat/

https://iheartcats.com/5-cat-friendly-alternatives-to-declawing/

Asura’s Wrath starters (feel free to change as needed!)

  • “There is always some fool who wants to rule the world! Always forcing others to do what they cannot do for themselves…!”
  • “Where will that anger take you?”
  • “The one who stands in the end is righteous” 
  • “Twelve thousand years… AND NOTHING HAS CHANGED!” 
  • “YOU TALK TOO MUCH!”
  • “I know how you feel. You… you let ME handle them.”
  • “When you live among the stars, you lose sight of what is happening on the ground.”
  • “I pray to no one… NOR WILL I BE PRAYED TO!”
  • “But above all else, YOU MADE MY DAUGHTER CRY!” 
  • “What did you say? Be proud… of ______ suffering!?“
  • “I don’t know what to do when she cries… the best I can do is punch anyone who makes her cry.”
  • “Things have changed!”
  • “NOTHING has changed!”
  • “Is this how you save the world? This place looks like hell…”
  • “Someone to protect? Nonsense! The only reason to fight, is the fight itself!” 
  • “She’s… so small…”
  • “…and we shall attain eternal paradise!” 
  • “I grow tired of hearing that word!” 
  • “You need not fear, he will not die yet. When he does, it will be by THESE hands!”
  • “I am not like you.” 
  • “The world has become a boring place.”
  • “This… is not my destiny…”
  • “Yes, we used to fight side by side… those were the days…”
  • “Why… why do you keep coming back? What is it that you are fighting for?”
  • “All these years, I have believed in the cause…”
  • “How exquisite! Beauty! Pure beauty!” 
  • “I… I knew.” 
  • “He is the one… he is the reason for it all!”
  • “YOU! You are the one I should kill!”
  • “You idiot… you were always a brother, never an enemy.”
Letter #1

Dear Erika,

How are you doing? How is life in Bankston? Please say hi to grandma and grandpa from me. Tell them I miss them a lot and that I love them! The palace is so incredibly beautiful, it feels like I am walking around in a fairytale. I am having the best time. I still can’t believe this is all happening.

I have had my makeover and the stylist was so nice to me. He decided that I didn’t need much of a makeover, only a little touch up. The dresses are made by my maids, who are so talented. You would love this so much! Sparkly dresses, summer dresses, big poufy dresses. They can literally make everything. They are so creative and enthusiastic! Their faces light up every time they show me a new dress. It is so amazing to see how passionate they are about this. I let them do their thing, instead of giving them commands. I know they are supposed to serve me and stuff, but to be honest that is such a crazy idea.

All of the girls are so beautiful! I have met some of them and they are all so sweet and lovely. I will start with the girls on the plane: Annette, Ingrid and Même. I don’t know if you have heard anything about them, but they are so friendly. Annette is so passionate about pasta, and oh my gosh she had even brought breadsticks with her on the plane. Même is a bit odd to say the least, but you can definitely laugh with her. I haven’t spoken to Ingrid a lot on the plane, but once at the palace I decided to go over and have a little chat. Turns out she is very kind and artistic, she likes drawing landscapes! I think that is so cool and impressive, I wish I could do stuff like that but you know I am anything but artistic. I have also had a little chat with Debbie. She is so enthusiastic and funny, you would like her a lot. I can feel that we can become very close friends during this selection. I have had a little wander around the palace with Aricia and we ended up in the library. You know how much I love books, this is like heaven for me. It is so pretty and packed with books. Any book you can think of is there! Who else? Oh right Fiona! That’s the one who sent the letter about the flowers! She is so lovely, I am going to make her cheese fondue. Can you believe someone has never eaten it? I know right haha, I will change that!

And now, the part that you have been waiting for. My interview with Prince Dom. In the beginning it all went great. You said he was very cute. Turns out he is more, he is very attractive! And very friendly as well. But right in the beginning he asked about my family.. If they were supportive. I told him that you and grandma and grandpa are very supportive of me, and that you have always motivated me to live life to the fullest. Then I made the stupid mistake to say that my parents are not that supportive. I shouldn’t have said that, I feel like it ruined the entire thing. He asked if I shared mom’s opinion on the royals. I freaked out for a second. I hope I made it clear that I don’t agree with her at all! I hope he believes me.. I guess we will see, if he doesn’t believe me I will be kicked out very soon. The one positive thing about this is that I have been honest with him, instead of keeping mom and dad a secret, and that he found out about them later on.

Anyway, I will do my best to make everyone proud. I will write you soon!

Lots of love,

Isabella

anonymous asked:

1. The polish journalist, who was given broccoli by Harry, talked about the interview recently and I haven't seen it anywhere yet, so I thought I would share the translation! "I was very impressed with Harry. He acted like a true gentleman and was incredibly nice. I admire him for kind of distancing himself from all of the things that are happening around him without letting anyone down. He's just really nice and funny"

2. “When he looks at you, he seems super interested in what you’re saying. He looks at people in a very specific way. He would look at me the whole time and sometimes it was so intense I just couldn’t keep that eye contact with him anymore. I think I even stuttered once when he looked at me cause I didn’t know what was going on, but then he smiled, winked at me and we made it!”

3.“Me and the other journalist where sitting in our chairs already, and Harry was eating lunch somewhere. At some point he yelled, ‘Hey, anybody wants some broccoli?’ Everybody said, ‘No, thank you’, which is what every normal person would do. But, of course, I had to be like, yeah, I want your broccoli. So I said I wanted it and was sure it was a joke and a minute later I learned it wasn’t”

4. He came up to me gave me a hug, asked me about my name, how I was, where I came from and then he just stood in front of me. I had no idea what he wanted, it was very awkward. That’s when I noticed Harry was holding a plate with his half eaten lunch on it. I think none of us knew what to do next so he said he brought me some food. I told him I thought it was just a joke. He said that I need to take some of his broccoli. There were no forks or anything, but he insisted, so I ate the broccoli.“

First of all, thank you loads for this. It’s really lovely of you to share this, and I certainly haven’t seen it around so far!

Second of all, this is… there’s something so… I don’t know if I have words for what this is. It’s so *casual* and it matches *every* perception of him so well that it’s… wow. He is who he is, through and through. Good for him. 

Thanks again, love! xx

So we haven’t spoken in 3 days since you told me that I meant absolutely nothing and I tried to bunk class because I couldn’t fucking handle it

And it wasn’t suppose to happen but I was drunk and your parents weren’t home and it was just all too fucking easy, so when you ask me to come round, all the things you said leave my mind and I find myself in your arms once again

And my friends are angry because I left them on a night that was suppose to be for us, for a boy who doesn’t give a fuck.

So I let him crawl inside me once again whilst his little brother is asleep upstairs and when it’s all over he walks away saying “don’t fucking fall in love"

And that’s how it goes, he can say what he wants and he can do what he wants and I will still go running back. I’ll go running back every single time.

—  Houses I don’t belong in
Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

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A few years ago, I worked giving out samples at Costco for a year, and these were the best/weirdest things that happened to me:

Around Halloween, a man and woman walked by my cart, with a little boy who was crying as if he was losing part of his soul. They all had strong and beautiful Indian accents. The man said, “Son, what’s wrong? Son, what’s bothering you?” and his wife sighed and said, “He thinks we won’t let him be a ladybug for Halloween.” The father straightened up and said, “Son, of course you can be a ladybug! You can be whatever you want!” and they slowly got the boy to stop crying. It was one of the most heartwarming moments I’ve ever seen.

An elderly man with a long and greasy beard stole my opened bottle of Tabasco sauce that I was using, and proceeded to tilt it over his mouth and drink as much as he could. He then made a noise like “Whee-hee!” and said, “You can’t say you’re from Georgia, unless you can do that!” while I stared on with a horrified face.

(I’m not even in Georgia, and now, I hope to never be.)

A cart rushed by me, two children clinging to the sides of it, and a third pushing it as the other two yelled, “Faster, faster!” A minute later, a very frazzled mother ran in and said, “Have you seen my children?!” I pointed, and she ran off again.

A toddler chose me specifically to tell a story to, about how one time he went to a swimming pool, and there was a slide he really liked, and he went down it a bunch of times. His mom gave me a look of “I’m so sorry,” as the kid spoke, but she should not have been sorry. It was awesome.

A middle-aged man in a suit tried convincing me (while I was shutting down my cart and trying to avoid him) that Obama was the Antichrist, and that the whole world was run by someone called “The Black Pope” who was baptizing space aliens, and that’s why he liked Mitt Romney better. I countered by telling him that Mitt Romney’s real first name is “Willard,” and that made him dumbfounded enough that I could escape and clock out.

Max Damage Dildo

Same group as the mega dwarf woman, consisting of a tiny ratfolk rogue, a blind kenku warlock, and a 7 foot tall lupine ranger (our half orc friend had to leave the campaign). We defeated a bone naga and found a hidden chest under a pile of bones with some unusual goods.

Lupine: Are these…are these dildos?

Ratfolk (is socially inept): what’s that?

L: Nothing don’t worry about it. (OOC): I take the biggest one.

DM: I can’t believe I’m letting this happen but fine, you pick up a 24 inch dildo and pocket it.

R (OOC): I also take one….I’m a rogue and I likes collecting things.

Next session we investigate a town where dead bodies have been going missing. While investigating a graveyard, two guards surprise us and are quickly determined to be the guilty party. They both manage to miss the Kenku warlock, who is standing directly in front of them…and is blind. The rogue manages to miss and is now the lupines turn.

L (*after a minute of thought*) OOC: I take out my 24 inch dildo and chuck it at the nearest one’s face.

DM: ….why did I let this happen. Okay fine, but you’re getting disadvantage because it’s an improvised weapon.

Lupine manages to pass all of the checks, and javelins the dildo into the guards face, breaking his nose.

DM: He’s just discovered something horrible about himself….he was really into that.

Our Kenku manages to climb on a guards back and hold a knife to his throat, demanding information about what’s been going on at the risk of his friend dying. They submit and we tie them up, while she also enters his mind and gains extra information.

Kenku: For cooperating I will let you go….you do not need to worry about your boss finding you. If I ever see you skulking around these parts again I will make you wish it was your boss who found you instead.

Guard: Okay…but please since I cooperated….can I take the object that hit me in the face with me?

L: Only on the condition I get to hit you in the face with it again.

R OOC: If she does this I wanna help and use mine. I may not know what it is but I know it’s the same thing and that I wanna hit him.

DM: Again, I CAN’T believe I let this happen but okay. Both of you roll a D4.

L: Uuuh I rolled a 4

R: I got a 4 too! Oh my god we rolled max damage with two dildos

We both high five and laugh uncontrollably for a few minutes while our DM questions his life choices.

2

Mind Chess Battle

I can’t even play proper chess game on a board. How the heck they remember all the positions on the chessboard?? Is this a normal thing for smart people??

Though I’m really impressed with people who are actually good at playing chess. Looks so damn cool and very…intellectual. *goes off to play chess with computer*

First Bloom

Kara & Lena


Lena fills Kara’s office with flowers again the next time Kara saves her (it’s becoming a habit, honestly, in one way or another).

Kara, in an effort to establish that “that’s what friends are for!” and that Lena doesn’t have to do anything special for her, fills Lena’s office with flowers in return.

Lena refuses to accept this, and fills Kara’s office with more flowers.

A gesture that Kara then matches.

Lena, who is too grateful (competitive) to let Kara win this, but who also realizes that Kara is not actually rich, begins sending single flowers instead. 

But, of course, these are not just ordinary roses or lilies. Unlike the “pretty rare” flowers she’d sent the first time -the plumerias Kara had said were beautiful- and the pretty but ordinary flowers she’d sent following that, Lena sends a single, exceedingly rare flower to Kara’s apartment.

To Lena’s surprise, Kara sends a different but also very rare flower to Lena’s apartment with the note “You may be rich, but I have connections. ;)” attached.

(Jess, who is wary of Lena’s connection to this reporter but is also very allergic to most flowers is just thankful that they aren’t coming to the office any more…)

They play this game for a while, trying to one-up each other in rarity.

Eventually, after growing tired of strange and expensive flowers, Lena opts for a simple sunflower with the note, 

Not rare, but it’s color reminded me of you. Like the sunflower, you are familiar and just a touch strange, all at once. But it also reminded me of myself. Because I, too, follow the sun and am made taller in it’s light.

Lena leaves the fact that Kara is the sun in this metaphor unsaid.

The next week, when Kara would typically have a flower waiting on Lena’s doorstep, there isn’t one. Lena goes through a range of emotions, from fearing that she was too forward with her affection for Kara to wondering if Kara is alright. But when she opens the door to her apartment, she sees it, sitting on the living room table. 

Glowing.

Lena walks over to the white, shining flower with it’s few, simple, curved petals and it’s red stem, and picks up Kara’s note.

It’s not from this planet (if you couldn’t tell) and I’m not sure how to write the name but it means ‘The Shining Dark’. It grows in the freezing blackness of the planet Klumithea. Most of these flowers don’t glow due to the harsh conditions of the planet. All of them are survivors for enduring, but this one… this one is special.

It reminded me of you.

I hope you like it, because it will probably stay alive longer than we will.”

The next time Kara is expecting a flower on her doorstep, she finds Lena there instead, empty handed.

“Lena! No flower today?”

“No. Your last one was hard to beat.”

Kara laughs.

“I’m glad you liked it. It’s actually really interesting, though, how it grows. The-”

“-I have something else, though. Something you might actually like more?”

“Oh. Well. I’ve been trying to tell you, Lena, that’s not necessary. That’s what friends are f-”

But Lena kisses her.

She kisses her deeply and quickly, enough to electrify both of their consciousnesses, but then pulls apart from Kara just as quickly.

Kara’s face is flushed.

“Lena, that’s-” she stops herself, suddenly. Licks her lips.

Kara kisses her back, just as deeply. In seconds, they’re both out of breath.

When Kara pulls back, eyes locked with Lena’s and mind fried from electrocution, she continues her thought, 

“That’s… not what friends are for.”

Lena laughs, “No. It’s really not.”

“Well,” Kara starts, letting go of her. She slumps against the wall and tilts her head at to look at Lena, whose heart is still racing.

Kara sighs, finally, and says,

“I guess you win, then.”

Let me just say this. Y'all love to excuse racism and anti blackness every single fucking time it happens. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. How much longer until y'all finally admit you don’t care about black people and actually love it when racist/anti black things happen? This isn’t just about jiwoo and jseph, this is about all idols who have been caught on camera which audio saying something colorist/racist/ab and y'all go the extra mile to jump through hoops trying to defend it. Trying to make up stories about what they “actually” said (fake) or how they didn’t realize they were doing anything wrong (fake) or how the American members who grew up speaking English still don’t know what’s wrong and right (fake). Maybe if you try to educate yourself on these issues you’ll be able to see the problem and will want your faves to understand as well. Right now y'all just sound like a bunch of ignorant clowns.

The Tree That Outsmarted Me and Punched Me in the Face

Ok so this one isn’t so much wild as it is ‘Rekina what the heck do you think you’re doing sit down this instant’ kinda deal.

Our story begins back when I worked retail.

Alrighty so quick update. The part of Saskatchewan where I live is flat. I don’t mean mildly ho hum flat I mean flat ok like the nearest slight incline(besides the dump) is nearly a fifteen minute drive. ok flat as a ruler

And because of this intense flatness we get some equally intense wind. The last few days we’ve had winds upwards of 90km (55mph) and that’s a pretty normal seen it all before kind of wind storm. Nothing out of the ordinary. But then sometimes we get even worse winds called plough winds. Now, these are sometimes hurricane force winds ok windy as all get out

These winds make a straight path across the prairies, ripping roofs off, uprooting trees, and causing general havoc ok

there’s a reason they are called plough winds they plough over everything in sight like a bull in a china shop it has zero regard for your average home or retail employee like myself

Plough winds only show their ugly faces during the summer. and in summers I worked in the garden center. 

Now, normal people would stay indoors during winds like this. Common, sesnible people would hunker down and batten down the hatches and wait for the whole thing to blow over. Not me. Not only was I at work

I was outside

That’s right folks yours truly still had to go out and water the plants in winds fast enough to shut down most cities

So there I am in my oversized rain jacket that I was practically swimming in. This thing trailed along the ground it was so big on me. I have my garden hose on and am doing my thing

First of all, do you have any idea how hard it is to water plants when the water comes out of the hose and just kinda shoots off into the distance

It’s an acquired skill to say the least k I was standing like two feet to the side of the plant I actually wanted to water

Now if that wasn’t annoying enough i also have to deal with these jerks of trees

At the back of the center is our tree selection. I’d tied them down with the full stregnth of my scout knot tying knowledge and most of them stayed secure. But there was three little jerks on the very end that would tip over, making me go and pick them up again

This happened every ten seconds.

I would go, water a plant, and then drop everyhting to pick up these stupid trees

I did this for five hours straight

Then one time while I’m picking up a fallen ash, this little apple tree gets cheeky and topples down right on top of my head.

It didn’t hurt, but those leaves are like little whips in the wind my whole face was stinging by the time I got the jerk set up right again

This tree was about to become a very big problem

See when the other trees tipped over they would politely lay in place until i could reach them, still tethered loosely to the pole. But not this apple tree oh no

Little did i know i was dealing with Houdini Incarnated into a tree.

So I’m minding my buisness watering a plant from a distance and I happen to see Houdini take the fall. Except this time something was different. This time it not only fell, but it started to roll

It had somehow jumped the little enclosure and slipped the bonds

Im still pretty chill at this point. The whole center is surrounded by a fence where could it possibily go I’ll just go get it when it hits the fence right?

Wrong.

Because I was dealing with an escape artist ok what happens next had nothing to do with me

See off in one corner we had this pile of manure right near the fence. 

This tree my little Houdini was chugging towards it at full speed, those little leaves were like sails it was just a’cruisin down aisles of bricks. It’s fine tho it’ll hit the manue and–

It hit the manure alright

It rolled up the manure pile 

and over the fence

So now The Little Tree That Could was barreling around on the highway like a phsychotic leafy bat out of hell

My first thought is if that hits someone im so fired

I scream and drop the hose and begin my pursuit because I am not getting fired over an apple tree ok no sire im going down with my dignity

So i do the only logial thing in my head

Most people would run through the open get four feet behind them and calmly make their way to the highway. Not me

I sprinted across the compound, scrambled up the manue pile, and vaulted the fence

For one glorious moment I thought I could fly.

And then I plunged downwards with a very undignified squeal.

Still I splash down into the ditch and prepare to make my heroic capture

Problem: I had just landed chest deep in slough.

For those of you lucky souls who don’t know what a slough is let me explain

A slough is what happens when stagnat water, cow crap, cow piss, and crop fertilizer mix and heat up in the sun. Doesn’t smell good.

And I just landed chest deep in the stuff. Gross doesn’t even begin to cover it

But being the trooper I am i decide I’m going to end this day on a high note and salvage my dignity

I heave myself out of the slough and take off after the tree which is dancing around the thankfully empty highway

Just one issue: Plough Winds tend to change direction

So there I am chasing this freaking apple tree around in circles and it’s winning ok every time I get close to grabbing the trunk of branch the wind throws it in another direction leaving me stumbling like a drunk moose as I try to adjust course 

This goes on for a solid twenty minutes

I’m back and forth across this highway cursing enough to make a sailor blush

And then victory is in sight my fingers graze the trunk and–

the wind stops

The base of the tree is so heavy with water that It sits straight up and whacks me across the face harder than Dwayne Johnson ever could

My momentum throws me forward, my foot catches the pot

and I sail head first into the next slough

I am now covered in disgusting, thick, sticky water and that tree is just taunting me on the road

Eventually I manage to snag the little jerk and I start dragging it back towards the compound like oh yeah who the boss? i’m the boss i caught the tree 

Just as I see  two more trees making a break for it over the fence

It was a long end of shift to say the least

I had a black eye from that tree for a week and a lovely bleeding cut on my forehead. But i caught it and I am still proud of that to this day

Monsta X Reaction: When their girlfriend kisses their neck to let them know she’s horny

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Wonho/Shin Hoseok

Originally posted by monstaxmemes

You left a hickey on his neck and ran to the bed.

“Come here babe, I will show you what happens to those who tease me.”


Shownu/Son Hyunwoo

Originally posted by minhyuk1

He would pin you down the moment your lips touched his neck.

“You should use your words if you want something from me.”


Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by monstxtrash

He was working when you came up to him.

“Since when did you become so needy? I guess work will have to wait, I have more important things to attend to.”


Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by study-me-misha

He positioned you in his lap, wide grin spreading on his face.

“I will give you want you want.”


Chae Hyungwon

Originally posted by garisanee

He grabbed your hands securing you in place.

“Well if you want me this badly, we should finish what you started.”


I.M/Lim Changkyun

Originally posted by hearteyeschangkyun

He was talking on the phone when you started kissing him. He had trouble concentrating and quickly hung up.

“Naughty girl, should I teach you again not to bother me when I’m busy?”


Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by jooheonbebe

He would be on his feet in seconds, carrying you to the bedroom.

“It’s like you’re reading my mind. I can never get enough of you.”

I’m not sure why I hate the epilogue of Harry Potter so much, but I always imagine Harry getting completely BORED of normal life a year into it. He can’t handle it. His life has always been filled with trouble, kind of like Lord Tennyson’s view of Ulysses, and he goes stir-crazy, engaging in reckless behaviour almost daily. Hermione is worried sick because it’s causing Harry and Ginny to fight. ‘You got through all you went through in your 19 years just to kill yourself on some bloody dare?!’

Draco Malfoy shows up on Hermione’s twentieth birthday with a story of how he can’t handle how he was a coward and talks of how he killed a demon that tried to devour an old lady on the outskirts of muggle London. He says he wants to do this again; the thrill of it was amazing but he needs a partner or two. Harry and Hermione are all for it. Hermione, too, has grown tired of the Ministry life. After all, she has already secured rights for elves and goblins if they want them; that only took her a year. Hunting evil things is appealing, and she’ll be helping not only the wizarding community but the non-magical one as well.

Ginny is furious and leaves Harry for Blaise Zambini. Ron is not keen on more adventure, either. He decides he would rather help George at the joke shop than work with a Malfoy, although he, Harry, and Hermione will stay in touch. ‘Write to me every week,’ he threatens, 'or else.’

Harry, Hermione, and Draco go on to live their lives doing the things Gilderoy Lockhart only claimed to do: battling demons, ghosts, poltergeists, sirens, urban legends, vampires, and more –all with a magical tent and three wands instead of a Chevy Impala and guns.

They call on Luna Lovegood whenever they encounter a creature they know next to nothing about, pop in on the Weasleys from time to time, and even allow Ginny to write books of their travels based on Hermione’s obsessive journal-keeping.

They become animagi. Hermione watches in surprise as her patronus changes into something unexpected. To her utmost delight, they learn about different forms of magic, even gain new magical abilities whenever they encounter a wise tutor well-versed in the more obscure magical arts.

Odd things happening while on the road are completely normal: one time, this crazy drunk American fangirl dressed up like Supergirl, who went by the name of Charlie Bradbury, latched onto Hermione’s back like koala bear when they were investigating a case at Comic-Con and wouldn’t let go, proclaiming as loud as that Banshee that one time in Ireland that Hermione was her idol, and that she was so glad she didn’t actually marry Ron.

'She reminds me of you when you were around Gilderoy Lockhart,’ Harry had said with great fondness afterwards. The backhand he took to the gut and death glare from his best friend, he thought, were completely worth it. 'Look at it this way, Hermione, she was so drunk she got a Princess Leia tattoo. She won’t remember anything.’

Imagine Hermione frustrated and flustered with her head in her hands as Harry and Draco’s school rivalry almost cost them their lives yet again. Then, she loses her temper, and both boys shrink back in fear. 'Has she always been this scary?’ Draco mutters out of the corner of his mouth to which Harry can only nod furiously. The disappointment the both of them feel is almost childlike. Draco and Harry become very close. Killing creatures will bond even the worst enemies together.

It changes Draco. All of his prior prejudice is smashed having spent so much time with his childhood rivals, and he becomes a much better person for it. Harry is reminded of Snape, and how Dumbledore once voiced he thought they sorted too early. Maybe Draco belonged in Gryffindor, too. Though the pain etched deep within Draco is visibly fading, it will never go away completely, and Harry often wonders what would have happened had he been sorted into Gryffindor with them.

Harry, however, is fully satisfied in that moment. They are in the middle of a hunt. Sitting against the front of the tent in a small forest on the east border of Paris, Harry lets out a long sigh. It is the first time he feels truly at ease in a while. Adjusting his glasses, he takes in the loving and relaxing company of two of his closest friends.

Draco is fiddling with the old radio, and tears of laughter escape Hermione as she reads. This is normal night for all of them. 'Albus Severus?!’ she hollers, unable to keep her grip on the novel that has her undivided attention. The pumkin-coloured book falls, still open, flat on her stomach, and she dissolves completely into a fit of giggles. 'Muggles have quite the imagination these days, don’t they, Harry?’

'It’s not that bad of a name,’ Draco says, rolling his eyes. He turns the dial on the radio, and a hauntingly familiar tune sounds through it. His annoyed frown is replaced by a smirk, 'Your song is playing, you two.’

Harry can’t help but snort. Hermione throws a sarcastic remark towards Draco over the name Scorpious, before Harry finds himself being dragged to his feet by his childhood friend. Green eyes meet brown ones with a grin. They can’t not dance to 'Oh Children.’

Holding Hermione’s body close to him and swaying to the music under the stars, not all that different from the time they did a little over five years ago, he knows he made the right choice in going on the road. He is drinking life to the lees. This brilliant life with all its scars, beauty, and constant excitement is magical. It has made everything well again.

—  Non-Canon Epilogue : Drinking Life to the Lees
No decency II Pt.1

There were two things you despised in your current situation. The first thing accrued to be that your mom decided to move in with her new husband. The second one was that playboy number one Jeon Jungkook turns out to be your new stepbrother. As your parents spontaneously go on vacation you and Jungkook have to deal with the building tension between the two of you until an upcoming house party leaves you panting underneath him.


Originally posted by eatupbangtan

genre: stepbrother!jungkook, dom!jungkook, smut

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