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Kidgance 47 “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” ♥♥♥

@clo–uds Here you go Addie!! :D

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” Lance nuzzled the back of Pidge’s neck and smiled. “You know that?”

“No,” Pidge clipped irritably and attempted to shrug off Lance’s arms around her. “Keith, get your boyfriend off of me. I’m trying to wash the dishes.”

“He’s your boyfriend too,” Keith stated as he lazily flipped a page in his textbook. “And it seems like you’re his favorite for the night.”

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Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson
For:  @itsjanetsnakehole
Prompt:  #13.  Pies

“Should I make apple pie or cherry pie?” Darcy asked, tapping her fingers on the page of her Grams’ cookbook.  

“Doesn’t matter, I’m gonna eat it either way…” Sam drawled from his perch on the stool across from her.  

“Think I’ll make cherry, I have those cherries in the freezer…”  she turned to walk towards the fridge, popping open the freezer to rummage around inside.  

“Awesome.  Can’t wait to eat your…” he trailed off, glancing quickly over to where she was still half in the freezer, hoping to Thor she hadn’t heard his almost faux pas. 

“My pie hasn’t been cherry for a while, surely you know that…” She teased from inside, not missing a beat.  



I believe that any form of ART has the power to influence others. Whether it’s painting, drawling, scrapbooking, wood working, graphic design, writing or any other medium you desire.

That influence could be as little as wanting to purchase items to craft yourself or as big as wanting to give suggestions and help to those who work on their own pieces.

Influence often then goes towards us as artists and makes it rough on how we work on our projects. Others words can change our views on our work, mind alter our perception on pieces we originally liked. It can also stay with us for future pieces and make us turn away from our original goal.

In this piece of writing I just wanted to remind the viewers to please not be overbearing with your ideas and suggestions. It can alter a persons mind from their end piece. We are artists for a reason and we know what we are doing. We’ve been doing this for years.

And to my fellow Starving Artists: create how you meant to create. Do not let others change your piece or alter your thoughts on your creation. Influence can be good but it can also become devastating to your work if you let it be.


We're Already Married

So, I am supposed to be working on a chapter of a story and an angsty oneshot. But this fluffy drabble had to be written. It just had to.

               “Draco, we need to talk.” Lucius told his son firmly as he and Narcissa walked into the room.

                “Mhm. Go ahead.” Came the little three-year-old’s distracted voice.

                Lucius rolled his eyes before stepping behind his son and peering down. “What in heaven’s name is that?”

                That had Narcissa circling the table and looking at her son’s face. His tongue was peeking out of his lips, eyes were narrowed in concentration while brows were furrowed and he seemed to be drawing something on a spare piece of parchment. She blinked uncertainly at the pure disaster of scribbles that were everywhere. If it wasn’t supposed to be a ball of rubbish, she honestly had no idea what her son was attempting to draw.

                “It’s Dobby. Can’t you tell?” Draco looked up with a wobbly lip and sad eyes as he pointed across the room to the house elf. As if the thought of it not looking like Dobby was a disaster.

                Lucius looked over for the first time and noted that the elf was in an odd pose with an apple balancing on his forehead.

                At his arched brows, Dobby hurried to explain. “Master Draco asked Dobby to be his muse.”

                “Is that so?” Lucius drawled with a heavy sigh. “Draco, you can’t order Dobby to play with you.”

                “Why not?”  

                Patience was not Lucius’ strong suit. He looked to the ceiling briefly before shaking his head. “We will have this conversation at a later date. There are more important things to discuss.”

                Draco hummed a little before looking up with wide eyes. “Am I in twouble? If so, Dobby did it.”

                A soft surprised noise emitted from the elf and Narcissa couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “No, you aren’t in trouble and don’t blame Dobby for things he didn’t do.”

                “Sowwy.” Draco apologized as he looked down at his hands.

                “Sorry.” Lucius corrected. For some reason, pronouncing R’s were hard for his son.

                Draco’s brows were pinched in confusion. “That’s what I said.”

                “No, you said—” Lucius paused as he decided to let it go. “Nevermind. What I have been trying to tell you is that we have come to discuss a pureblood tradition with you.”

                That had Draco’s expression souring. “No thanks.”

                Narcissa covered her mouth as she tried muffling her laughter. Salazar, she loved her son.

                “Draco.” The hard tone of his voice had his son straightening up and giving him a serious look. Finally.

                “When you come of age, you will be drawn into a marriage contract. This is something that most purebloods do and it is a standing tradition of the Malfoy family.” Lucius shot is wife a look when she crossed her arms. He knew that she didn’t agree and wanted Draco to find his own spouse but that wasn’t the plan.

                “I’m alweady mawried.” Draco interrupted excitedly!

                Lucius blinked rapidly. “You want to run that by me again?”

                “Hawwy asked me to mawwy him today! I said I would if he let me have his pudding. He did!”

                “And who pray tell is Hawwy?” Lucius shuddered at the pronunciation.

                “Hawwy is my best fwriend. He has pwetty eyes and he said I do too! We are mawried.”

                Narcissa smirked at her husband. “You hear that? He’s already married. Looks like that marriage contract is moot.”

                “Narcissa, you can’t possibly—”

                She stood up rapidly, holding out her hand for her son to take. “I can and I will. You want to explain to your son why he can’t marry his best friend? Because if so, you can deal with the aftermath.”

                Draco looked between them rapidly. “But…” His eyes filled with tears. “We alweady mawried.” The sniffle he released had Lucius closing his eyes. “Tomorrow’s the anni- anniver-” He scrunched up his nose as he looked to Narcissa for help.

                “Anniversary?” She offered picking him up and holding him close.

                Draco nodded rapidly as he wiped his eyes. “Yes. I want to give him a gift.”

                Narcissa smiled softly. “How about we go see if we can have one of the house elves cook him something. What kind of desserts does he like?”

                “Tweacle tawrt.”

                Lucius watched his wife and son walk out of the room with a shake of his head. He looked over and noticed that Dobby was still in the same awful pose. “Cease that at once.”

                When the elf let out a noise of relief, Lucius rolled his eyes. “What are the chances that I’ll get my way in the end?”

                He knew that Dobby couldn’t lie to him, so he was interested in hearing the response.

                The *pop* of the elf’s departure was heard and it had Lucius putting his face in his hands. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

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