whoops this is huge

matt and pidge reunion

Pidge: Matt!

Matt: Katie?!?! Its been so-

Pidge: fight me  (ง'̀-‘́)ง

Matt: W-what? Wait, are those my glasses?

Pidge:  fight me  (ง'̀-'́)ง  arm wrestling. Right here, right now.

Matt: I win, you give them back. No holds barred, one round.

Pidge: You’re on 

Shiro: Nice… to see you too…..

Too late…

Dedicated to certain members of the skk discord group (you know who you are) who have been screaming for crying Dazai since weeks ago

p.s. I made my own insta (yulicechan) so don’t repost my art without permission anymore T_T

mbti as magical creatures from harry potter

quotes from fantastic beasts and where to find them (the book)

infj: augurey

the augurey has a distinctive low and throbbing cry, which was once believed to foretell death. wizards avoided augurey nests for fear of hearing that heart-rending sound, and more than one wizard is believed to have suffered a heart attack on passing a thicket and hearing an unseen augurey wail.

entj: basilisk

the basilisk is a brilliant green serpent that may reach up to fifty feet in length. the male has a scarlet plume upon its head. it has exceptionally venomous fangs but its most dangerous means of attack is the gaze of its large yellow eyes. anyone looking directly into these will suffer instant death.

intj: centaur

the ways of the centaur are shrouded in mystery. they are generally speaking as mistrustful of wizards as they are of muggles and indeed seem to make little differentiation between us. they five in herds ranging in size from ten to fifty members. they are reputed to be well-versed in magical healing, divination, archery, and astronomy.

enfp: crup

the crup originated in the southeast of england. it closely resembles a jack russell terrier, except for the forked tail. the crup is almost certainly a wizard-created dog, as it is intensely loyal to wizards and ferocious towards muggles. it is a great scavenger

estj: erkling

the erkling is an elfish creature which originated in the black forest in germany. it is larger than a gnome (three feet high on average), with a pointed face and a high-pitched cackle that is particularly entrancing to children, whom it will attempt to lure away from their guardians and eat.

infp: erumpent

the erumpent will not attack unless sorely provoked, but should it charge, the results are usually catastrophic. the erumpent’s horn can pierce everything from skin to metal, and contains a deadly fluid which will cause whatever is injected with it to explode.

istp: griffin

like sphinxes, griffins are often employed by wizards to guard treasure. though griffins are fierce, a handful of skilled wizards have been known to befriend one.

esfp: fwooper

the fwooper has long been a provider of fancy quills and also lays brilliantly patterned eggs. though at first enjoyable, fwooper song will eventually drive the listener to insanity

entp: imp

it does, however, have a similar slapstick sense of humour. its preferred terrain is damp and marshy, and it is often found near river banks, where it will amuse itself by pushing and tripping the unwary.

estp: jarvy

it resembles an overgrown ferret in most respects, except for the fact that it can talk. true conversation, however, is beyond the wit of the jarvey, which tends to confine itself to short (and often rude) phrases in an almost constant stream.

isfj: kneazle

a small catlike creature with flecked, speckled, or spotted fur, outsize ears, and a tail like a lion’s, the kneazle is intelligent, independent, and occasionally aggressive, though if it takes a liking to a witch or wizard, it makes an excellent pet. the kneazle has an uncanny ability to detect unsavoury or suspicious characters and can be relied upon to guide its owner safely home if they are lost.

istj: knarl

the knarl is usually mistaken for a hedgehog by muggles. the two species are indeed indistinguishable except for one important behavioural difference: if food is left out in the garden for a hedgehog, it will accept and enjoy the gift; if food is offered to a knarl, on the other hand, it will assume that the householder is attempting to lure it into a trap and will savage that householder’s garden plants or garden ornaments.

isfp: niffler

fluffy, black, and long-snouted, this burrowing creature has a predilection for anything glittery. though the niffler is gentle and even affectionate, it can be destructive to belongings and should never be kept in a house.

enfj: merpeople

those wizards who have mastered the language of mermish speak of highly organised communities varying in size according to habitat, and some have elaborately constructed dwellings.

intp: runespoor

each of the runespoor’s heads serves a different purpose. the left head (as seen by the wizard facing the runespoor) is the planner. it decides where the runespoor is to go and what it is to do next. the middle head is the dreamer (runespoors may remain stationary for days at a time, lost in glorious visions and imaginings). the right head is the critic and will evaluate the efforts of the left and middle heads with a continual irritable hissing. the right head’s fangs are extremely venomous. the runespoor rarely reaches a great age, as the heads tend to attack each other. it is common to see a runespoor with the right head missing, the other two heads having banded together to bite it off.

esfj: jobberknoll

it makes no sound until the moment of its death, at which point it lets out a long scream made up of every sound it has ever heard, regurgitated backwards.

“So, my question,” the fan started, smiling wildly as Jensen locked eyes with her giving her his full attention. “Hi,” she blurted out.

“Is that a question?” Jensen smiled sweetly.

The girl giggled before she started talking again. “No. Sorry. My question,” she cleared her throat. “It’s about Y/N, actually.”

Jensen bent over in laughter. This happened so often at conventions that she couldn’t make that he had almost come to expect it. He loved that this family loved her so much. It made his heart soar.

“Of course,” he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Sorry,” the fan giggled. “So we’ve heard rumors that she might be coming back to the show, but we all know she just gave birth to your second child, Lincoln.”

Jensen smiled at her as she continued.

“Anyway, having just had a baby, it seems a little quick for her to be coming back to the show. So my question is, can you substantiate these rumors in any way? Give us a little glimmer of hope that our favorite Dean girl is coming back? We miss her so damn much,” the fan finished with a sigh.

Jensen bent over in laughter again, the corners of his eyes crinkling perfectly.

Before he could answer, you stepped out from behind the curtain carrying Lincoln and holding hands with your six year old, Jaslyn. The crowd gasped and then immediately erupted into wild, enthusiastic cheers.

Jensen turned to look at you, a smile on his face.

“Daddy!” Jaslyn squeaked and darted toward him. She jumped into the air, right into his arms.

“Hey bean!” he answered, kissing her forehead. “So these ladies want to know if mommy is going to be back on Daddy’s show soon. Do you know the answer to that question?” Jensen asked, handing her the mic.

“I do,” Jaslyn giggled, eyeing the crowd mischievously.

“And are you going to tell them?” Jensen prompted.

She shook her head swiftly. “I’m not,” she laughed handing the mic back to Jensen.

The crowd died with laughter. You couldn’t help but smile at her as you stepped beside Jensen and leaned into him, your mouth hovering over the mic as you pressed yourself against him.

“She’s good at keeping momma’ secrets, this one,” you winked at Jaslyn then smiled at the crowd. “But I’ll tell you this. You guys will want to pay SPECIAL attention to Ep. 21.”

The crowd screamed.

You laughed and held up a hand to stop them. “I’m not saying you’ll see me. I’m not saying you won’t. But you’re in for a big effing surprise,” you winked. “And it may involve…”

Jensen cut you off. “Okay. Okay. Shut up before you get us fired,” he laughed elbowing you.

You looked down at Lincoln with a smile then back at Jensen. “They wouldn’t fire a woman who just had a baby. That would be cruel.”

The crowd erupted.

You covered your mouth and raised your eyebrows, feigning innocence. “Whoops,” you giggled, winking at Jaslyn who was watching you with a huge grin. “Maybe you’ll hear more about it soon. Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” you shrugged.

Jensen pulled you and Lincoln close, kissing you firmly. “Love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“You more,” you responded, kissing him back.

“Mommy can I tell them the OTHER secret?” Jaslyn giggled in Jensen’s arms as she watched the two of you exchange a kiss.

“The one about Lincoln?” Jensen asked, looking scandalous.

Jaslyn nodded her head.

“Do it. They’ll go crazy,” you laughed.

She stole the mic from Jensen causing everyone to laugh. “Lincoln is gonna be on Daddy’s show soon. And it’s a big shock for daddy,” she giggled.

The crowd was stunned into silence before they started talking excitedly amongst themselves.

“Good job bean. That’ll keep em guessing for a while,” Jensen winked, fist bumping his daughter.

The crowd was buzzing with excitement at the possibilities that the end of the season might bring.

I apologize in advance. This is utter nonsense. I don’t even know. *facepalm*
RFA: Accidental Turn On

MC accidentally turning on the RFA boys? ;3

Sorry no Jaehee, I just couldn’t think of a scenario for her.. Sorry if some of these seem repetitive, I was kind of running out of ideas ㅠㅠ


-  You sat on the edge of Yoosung’s bed, licking a popsicle while watching him play LOLOL

- But you didn’t know that he wasn’t focusing on the game

- His purple eyes were staring at you as you licked the popsicle

- Up, and down, up, and… down…. My face must be turning red now… 

- “Yoosung? You’re losing right now…” you tell him, and he flinched 

- “O-Oh, of course!” He cried out as he frantically reached for the keyboard, nearly making it fall 

- “Um… You have um… Something you should deal with…” While he fixed his set up, you noticed that he was a little… excited

- “M-MC…?” He avoided your eyes “W-Why don’t you help me deal with it?” His face was bright red now 

- The popsicle began to melt onto the floor, your attention focused on only Yoosung 


- Zen was practicing his script when you walked into his living room

- “What’s this one about?” You asked, sitting next to him 

- “It’s just another one of those overly complicated love stories,” Zen sighed.

- “Oh, can I see?” You bent over him, accidentally pressing a little too close as you leaned over 

- You were absorbed in reading a few lines of the script, but Zen’s mind was completely somewhere else as he noticed what was pressing against his arm

- MC… MC..!! Gah, I need to keep myself controlled… 

- You leaned back into your seat, and looked up at Zen, who had tensed up a while ago

- “Zen, are you feeling alright?” You asked, and reached out a hand to cup his forehead

- Worried, you lean over to scan the script again, causing him to lose his self-restraint

- He put the script away, and roughly smashed his lips onto yours. “Looks like the beast got out, what are you going to do?” 


- You were sucking on a lollipop, while looking at your phone on the bed. when Jumin came in

- He was assumably typing away for work, but you could feel his eyes staring at you

- You ignored it, assuming that you were just imagining things, and continued to browse Tripter with your lollipop

- But Jumin really was staring at you  

- That seems pretty vulgar… Do people usually eat that in public? Certainly not… MC doing that is making my pants- I should stop, it’s getting worse…

- “Jumin? Don’t you need to do some work instead of just staring at the screen?” You ask, trying to see Jumin’s screen

- “The only thing I need to do is you” He pounced on you, pinning you down onto the bed and kissing you, lollipop and all 


- You were sitting on Seven’s lap as he played games, his arms reaching out on either side of you 

- You watched how quickly his hands were moving, glancing up at the many screens to check on his game 

- Seven was very good at whatever game he was playing, but he constantly kept messing up on purpose, just to annoy you

- “Oh whoops I didn’t see the huge gaping hole in the wall” Seven grinned at you, running a hand through his hair

- “Seven you avoided the hole at least three times already!” You hit him gently, but continued to watch as he opened up yet another game

- Because you were watching the screens, you didn’t notice that Seven tensed up every time you fidgeted

-  Oh god, oh god, MC PLEASE STOP MOVING ON MY LAP I CanT coNCeNtRaTe 

- You saw that his hand movements were slowing down, and occasionally stopped altogether 

- He then turned you around, leaning you onto his desk with a sadistic smile, “Shh, the microphone is still on. You wouldn’t want my teammates to hear you, right?” 

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“So, despite being completely thrashed in a battle, the bad guy opens up an interdimensional portal to try to suck everybody inside.”

Carl the Animator: “Y’know. Like you do.”

Ted the Animator: “Which *does* make the audience wonder why they didn’t just open one in the last fight, but I think the audience is well past the point of questioning this stuff anymore.”

Carl the Animator: “Maybe the bad guy just felt kinda tired last time. It’s exhausting, being an all-powerful interdimensional demigod.”

Ted the Animator: “Either way, everyone stops the girls from getting sucked in, but then the bad guy tries again, and this time Shaggy & Scooby are the targets.”

Carl the Animator: “Oh noes!”

Ted the Animator: “Er, well… to be fair, I’m only guessing they’re the new targets… not really sure why the portal stopped affecting the others, actually.”

Carl the Animator: “Because Scooby-Doo, Ted.”

Ted the Animator: “Alas, Scooby didn’t opt for the extra-traction KISS boots, and they get sucked in.”

Carl the Animator: “Whoops.”

Ted the Animator: “It’s this huge, spooky thing, and the gang freaks out….”

Carl the Animator: “Oh noes twice! How’re they gonna save them?!”

Ted the Animator: “…I’m not sure, but seconds after, this guy seems adamant that they ride the ferris wheel right now.”

Carl the Animator: “…oh.”

Ted the Animator: “I guess the gang is gonna put rescuing Shag ‘n’ Scoob on the back burner for a while.”

Carl the Animator: “Hey, when you feel like riding a ferris wheel, you really feel like riding a ferris wheel.”


Aaand three hours later- three layers of spots, each freezing for an hour… we combine the ingredients, stab that candy with a swizzle stick and LOAD UP THIS FANCY-ASS GLASS.

I did a double-batch because WHOOPS I chose a huge glass when I probably should have gone with a shorter one, but I didn’t want to just fill it up halfway and have the spots be less impressive.

Seriously. Look at the presentation of this drink. This is incredible. And the taste… EVEN MORE INCREDIBLE. It’s strong, but sweet. Like Spock. Like Rusty. This is the perfect tribute to my fur son… and I’m so sorry I didn’t make it when you could still reblog it and scream at it, Rusty.

Oooh man the chocolate spots are melting a little bit and sipping it right over one of those big melty spots… MMMM. THIS IS SO FRIGGIN DELICIOUS. I can see myself having many of these in my future. Making me wait three hours between each spot really built the anticipation for the drink. It’s like a longstanding test of patience. How dare you, Rusty. Continuing to teach me lessons through chocolate and alcohol.

Thank you, Rusty. For this. For everything. For being the coolest dude.

(Try the recipe for yourself heeeere)

anonymous asked:

you've read the Star Wars EU? :) who's your favorite character from it? and do you think Kylo and Rey are based off of Jacen and Jaina? and we might see/hear Luke talk about Mara in The Last Jedi? :)

I have indeed read some Star Wars Expanded Universe books.

I’m going to talk a lot down here under the cut, but spoilers, my favorite exclusively EU character is Mara Jade, so here’s a li’l sketch:

with her being like “Hold my space flower, Skywalker” and Luke being all “I got your flower, Mara, and also this bouquet I picked you from the jungles of Yavin 4 as a token of my respect and devotion.”

(For anyone who’s never read any EU books, basically imagine crackship Luke Skywalker/Natasha Romanov as a slowburn enemies-to-allies-to-friends-to-lovers relationship, and that’s Luke and Mara in a nutshell.)

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Epilogue | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter, again, because the app is still being a dick)

Word Count - 2000…ish

“I know you’re looking at me,” Eden murmured, keeping her eyes closed but with a little smile appearing on her face. It was like they had a sixth sense around each other or maybe Harry had just been quiet a little too long to be considered normal. He loved every sound she made, from her morning whines when he woke her up with gentle touches to the way she laughed with that cute giggle at every joke he told her, from the way she always spoke like nobody could ever waste her time to the way she moaned his name in bed.

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18 - New Lingerie

Michonne sat at the restaurant table with her friends Sasha, Maggie and Carol enjoying their weekly brunch dates. Michonne had a glow about her that the other women picked up from a mile away.

“So… I know your anniversary with Rick is coming up very soon, what are you guys doing to celebrate?” asked Sasha.

“It’s going to be Monday night, you know how it is. Judy has a girl scouts meeting at 6, I’ll probably be helping Carl finish up his homework, and Rick will be coming home exhausted I’m sure, so I’m just going to order a pizza  for the family. Nothing serious.”

Carol looks at her and rolls her eyes. “Are you kidding me? You gotta do something. Treat yourselves, you guys work so hard and never have time for yourselves. Parents need a night off too, even if Rick is exhausted!”

Maggie smirks at them all and giggles to Michonne, “I’m sure you’re gonna give him some hot sex at least!”

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// HEYO! :D Here’s my version of the Meet the Artist meme that’s been going around! I got several admin asks as well, so might as well knock out two birds with one stone! 

Fun Facts & Q&As under the cut!

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Superhero Sleepovers

I have no idea how to post on AO3 yet whoops… 


Johnny awoke as something scrambled through his window, landing hard on the solid oak floors. It wouldn’t be the first time someone managed to get through the windows. Reed would often just stretch around the outside of the building to get to his destinations faster, no matter how much him and sue complained. Doctor Doom on occasion snuck in trying to win Sue’s affection or trying to kill Reed. Even a crazy fan with some climbing equipment managed it once, and Johnny almost asked her out since he was so impressed.

It was surprising to see Spider-Man breathing heavily on the floor, mask peeled up to his nose, and blood dribbling down his chin. The vigilante simply mimed ‘shh’ as something flew past the window. Johnny only managed to notice a flash of green before it was gone, seemingly ignoring the building completely.

Spidey turned towards the window, waiting to see if whoever it was came back. After a minute of silence, he sighed, arm hanging lazily out the window.

“Gobbie’s mean,” Spider-man grumbled. He didn’t make a move to leave or to move any closer to Johnny, simply just sitting on the ground legs curled awkwardly under him.

“Why are you beating each other up at-“ Johnny pulled out his phone, wincing at the brightness “-3:30 in the morning?”

“I didn’t realize being attacked had a curfew, gonna have to ground Normie for breaking the law,” Spider-man slurred lazily. If Johnny didn’t know better…

“Did you get drugged?” Johnny asked flatly.

“What… no… maybe just a little bit…” Spidey admitted. Johnny flicked on the lights, glad for the light switch near his bed. Spidey looked like he was about to leave, but rather than escaping out the window he threw up. As glad as he was that it didn’t end up on his floor, he would be very annoyed later if the vomit landed on some poor bystander and they ended up with another lawsuit.

“Okay, that’s not good…” Johnny grumbled getting out of bed. Luckily Spidey seemed too occupied to notice as Johnny quickly shrugged on sweatpants and a shirt. “What’d you get drugged with, Raid?”

Spidey chuckled lightly, shining red stained teeth, “You joke about that, but I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Okay that’s blood, that’s blood in your mouth and I don’t know what to dooo,” Johnny bounced on his heels in a singsong manner.

“Ask Siri, she knows everything,” Spidey mumbled, spitting more blood out the window.

“Do you have a concussion, or is that just the drugs?” Johnny asked carefully putting his arms on Spider-man’s shoulders.

“I dunno,” He mumbled hissing and grabbing at his stomach seemingly in pain.

Johnny had a decision to make. Either wake up Sue and Reed and have them deal with this, google what to do and hope that the guy didn’t die, or fly him to a hospital. Johnny really didn’t want to blow the guys identity by bringing him to the hospital. But then again he didn’t want to be responsible for a guy dying on his bedroom floor.

“Hey Spidey, I’m gonna get Sue. Don’t go anywhere,” Johnny said, snapping in front of Spidey’s lenses.

“You got it duuuude,”  Spidey mumbled, sticking out his tongue and giving Johnny finger guns. God spidey was so much less annoying when drugged.


Johnny wasn’t sure whether Sue was more annoyed with him or Spidey, but she broke out laughing when Johnny went to carry him to the med bay and Spider-Man got confused and gave him a tight hug. Johnny was sure he heard his sister’s phone camera go off but he wasn’t gonna call her out on it. But if it ended up on twitter she was… no she’d kick his butt; he’d still be mad though.


By the time they got up to the lab Spider-Man was rambling about random things, something that sounded like equations, relationship problems, how J Jonah Jameson was a buttface, you know, #justspideythings.

He was still aware enough to struggle, or rather, flail wildly as Sue pulled the mask off his face.

“Hi,” Sue said, watching Spidey blink confusedly for a moment.

“Hi…” They were met with a flushed pale face, blinking frequently, brown fluffy hair sticking up in all directions from the mask.

“What’s my name?”

“Sue Storm, Sue Richards… one of those,” Spidey mumbled.

“Good. Do you know what you got hit with?” Sue asked slowly.

“Feels like spider-slayer stuff… Chlor-chloro-oeth-thane…” Spidey stuttered.

“Chloroethane?” Sue asked.

“Yeah thaaat,” Spider-Man mumbled snapping his fingers.

“You know where you got hit?” Sue asked. Spidey simply gestured to his chest and face. “I’ll be right back, need to check some MSDS forms…” Sue said walking out of the room, Johnny noting his sister pulling out her phone.

“Hi Jooney,” Spidey mumbled, tilting his head back to face Johnny.

“Jooney?” Johnny said trying not to laugh.

“Yeah… June man… Fire torch…” Spidey mumbled, eyes unfocused as he looked around the room.

“That’s me,” Johnny laughed, trying to ignore the urge to record this. Stupid secret identities getting in the way of viral twitter videos.

“I don’t feel good…” He mumbled, Johnny made his way to the trash can.

“You gonna throw up?” Johnny asked, making his way over with the bin.

“No… Normie’s mean…” Spidey said, curling onto his side.

“You said that…” Johnny said. He wasn’t quite sure who Normie was.

“Norman Assborn, the Green Goober,” Peter mumbled.

“Wait, Norman Osborns the Goblin?” Johnny asked. He wasn’t that surprised, considering the business men in this city either turned out to be super villains, super heroes, or gang bosses. But it was still strange.

“The green one… the first one… He’s craaaazy as fuuuu….” He mumbled, to out of it to pronounce the hard consonants.

“Why does he hate you so much?” Johnny asked, Spidey waited a moment before answering.

“I dunno… he killed Gwen…” Spidey mumbled.

“I’m sorry,” Johnny replied. He didn’t know who Gwen was, but he didn’t wanna ask.

“’S’okay… She got cloned…” Spidey replied. Johnny didn’t know how to respond to that one either, but luckily Sue came back in before he had to.

“You figure out what we should do?” Johnny asked.

“As far as I can tell if we stick him in the shower he should be fine… Don’t worry I’ll handle it Johnny, just get some clothes for him to borrow,” Sue said, laughing at Johnny’s blushed face.

“What happened to ‘Spider-Man is a dangerous vigilante who we shouldn’t associate with’?” Johnny asked.

“That’s before I remembered his dorky face… Remember that intern Reed fired for ‘giving secrets to Spider-Man’?” Sue said. Johnny looked at Spidey’s face for a minute in hard concentration before bursting out laughing.

“Oh my god that’s hilarious… No wonder he couldn’t explain his way out of that one…” Johnny chuckled, “Sue are you sure Spider-Man can sleep over? His mom said he had to be home by 8.”

Sue started laughing as Johnny carried Peter from the med cot to the shower down the hall.  


Peter wasn’t quite sure where he was when he woke up. His skin felt tingly and his mind was muddled, and there was something warm pressed to his side. The warm thing in question looked like Johnny Storm. Peter wasn’t sure how he ended up in bed with Johnny Storm, but considering he didn’t remember anything from last night he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know.

Peter wondered if MJ would be proud that he had his first superhero sleepover as he drifted back to sleep.


I will eventually post it to AO3… assuming i ever figure out how anyway XD

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, I’d be fibbing if I said I didn’t want your touch. I catch your eyes sometimes on me and I remember the rush. I loved how you changed my world, it was so fast paced and upbeat. It made society uncomfortable. Our world hurling itself into our flames. We left destruction in our paths and when we held hands the world caught flame. We were a burning hot mess of feelings, anxiety, depression and anger. But our passion was glorious. And I’m not sure if I’ll ever get a love that intense ever again. And don’t you dare walk out of my life and not notice the third degree burns on my heart. Our world was destined to fall apart.
As soon as I laid my eyes on you I knew I was a fire no one could extinguish. But you were my gasoline and, God did we feed off each other.
But now that you’re gone my world is a stop motion. Stopping and going when it pleases. But I’m so used to the next, that the now is unbearable. But I swear, I’d rather spend eternity in this now, the now where my heart is no longer a burning flame, but a cool breeze everyone finds lovely. And maybe it’s a little colder than I’m used to, but everything has changed. I can’t keep torturing myself waking up and screaming your name, I can’t keep giving myself false hope that you’ll look my way and our world will snap back into orbit. That’s not how this works. That’s not how this is supposed to be. Trust me honey I love(d) you. And I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to again. But I look at my stop motion world and accept my now, because it’s all I’ll ever have to look forward to. And I’ll pick now any day, over when we were then.
—  A excerpt from a story I’ll never write.
Imagine being Benedict’s on screen sister and Benedict introduces you to Tom Hiddleston and you fall in love...

“Y/N, wait up.” you heard Benedict holler to you as you were going home after a full day of filming Sherlock. You had been in two episodes so far, featuring as Sherlock’s sister. You loved working with Benedict, he was so lovely and charming. He was by far one of your favourite people along with Tom Hiddleston. You’d never had a chance to work with Tom. That was one of your major goals; to be in a film with thee Tom Hiddleston. 

“ What’s up, Benedict?” you replied, turning to face him. “I know you already told me you’d never go on a blind date, but before you yell at me, just trust me and consider it!” he spoke with a huge grin on his face. “Erggh Ben! Fine, i’ll go. But if it’s some dork, I will hurt you..” you chuckle at your petty threat. “Good, so meet the mystery man at 6:30 at Hawksmoor in Covent Garden! I must dash, have fun.” he beckoned practically running away. You sighed to yourself before getting into your car and driving off home.



Interviewer- Well, on the subject of love we’ve heard that Sherlock’s sister has made an impact on your life Tom?

Tom- Ooo, indeed she has. Benedict introduced her to me and set her up on a blind date with me. It went swimmingly well. 

Benedict- You are welcome by the way! *he laughs with pride*

Interviewer- So, did you see each other again after the blind date?

Tom- Oh yes, that date was a month ago now. I’ve seen her everyday since. I know it’s soon to say and some people may not believe it but, I love Y/N dearly. 

Interviewer- Aww…

Benedict- That’s really sweet, Tom. When I met Y/N L/N, I don’t know, I just knew that these two should be together. They are two of the kindest souls, I’ve ever met. So, yeah. I’m so happy for them. 

Interviewer- Will Benedict be your best man, Tom?

Tom- Oh of course he will be!

Interviewer- Someone has just told me in my earpiece that we have ANOTHER guest… It’s Y/N

*Tom and Benedict, whoop and cheer supportively with huge grins on their faces.*

You walk over to Benedict kissing him on the cheek, then to Tom. You laid a loving peck on his lips. 

Interviewer- So, Y/N you are a very lucky lady to have both of these British stars in your life.

You- Oh I am very lucky *you said in a joking sarcastic tone*

*Tom and Benedict scoff at your remark*

*You all burst into laughter*

You- I love these guys too much!


More, anyone?

I’ve got drunk Drarry on my brain, and I don’t quite know what to do with it.

Here’s what I’m thinking: Draco has seen Harry drunk twice in his life. Once, during fifth year, in the midst of the Ministry’s play for Hogwarts. The second time, it’s at The Leaky Cauldron a year after Voldemort’s finally gone forever.

They start coming across each other more and more frequently, usually out, almost always at a pub of some sort or another.

Apparently the Weasley and Blaise are subscribed to the same gastro mag that publishes weekly articles on the best wizarding pubs and clubs (he keeps it to himself, because while the thought of watching Blaise blowing his top off over having any similarities with Weasley is hilarious, he’s saving it for when he really needs it).

They keep running into each other, and despite them being in a house of alcohol–despite watching Potter sling back lager after lager–he has yet to see him drunk outside of those two events. Draco doesn’t get it. Does Potter have some sort of Drunk Me Not spell in his arsenal? Is he impervious to the effects of ethanol? Is his tolerance level so high that he can outdrink even Hagrid?

Once, Draco tries to match his drink with Potter’s all night, and when he stands up to head to the bog, the world sloshes around him and his head is light and spinning, and his legs don’t seem quite as sturdy as he would like them to be. He’s well and truly drunk, but Potter doesn’t even look affected, and that’s unacceptable. Instead of going to the lavatory, his legs take him straight up to Potter, where he very drunkenly and mostly incoherently accuses him of being a cheat, and warns him that he’ll learn his secret if it’s the last thing he does, and promptly vomits all over Potter’s shirt.

Harry sighs, and tells the bar Draco’s done, and that he’s making sure he gets home safe. Ron, already three sheets to the wind, mutters some very explicit things about that not being all Harry wants to do.

Of course, Harry has no idea where Draco’s living these days, and as Draco is of exactly no help in this department (he presses his face against Harry’s neck and passes out like the uncooperative bugger he is), Harry makes an executive decision and ends up taking him home with the intention of forcing a glass of water down his throat and putting him to bed.

He would, if Draco wasn’t some kind of constrictor and refused to let Harry go when he tries to tuck him under the sheets and fuck off to his own room and shower. So. This is the grand lead-up to Draco prying his eyelids apart the next morning, face smooshed against, to his growing horror, Harry’s very naked chest.

It’s not like he can even blame Potter for being the secret cuddler and accosting him, because it’s very, very apparent that Draco is the one to have rolled Harry over to the very precipice of the bed where Potter wouldn’t have been able to escape him except to topple over the side, and somehow, wormed himself into Potter’s embrace.

He doesn’t even get the dignity of trying to extract himself stealthily, because Potter’s blinking blearily down at him, cocking an eyebrow as if to say “your move, mate”.

Except, he doesn’t say that. What does say is, “So, you said want to find out my secret.”

As Draco recalls, yes, he did say that, and groans in embarrassment at himself. Christ, it’s like fifth year all over again. All he can do is try to save face, so he says, “It was all part of the plan, you see. I’ve got you exactly where I want you”, and prays to whatever beings that be that Harry can’t see through the flimsy excuse.

This is, of course, barmy, and Potter’s eyebrow inches higher. Then, he’s craning his neck so his mouth is alongside Draco’s ear, and he says right into the shell of it, “And what if I’ve got you right where I want you?”

And Draco… well. Draco doesn’t quite know what to do about that, but he’s got some idea where to start.