yeah that happens sometimes

“After The Rooftop”
I wasn’t sure what to do with this seeing how it’s a bit NFSW because they be nakey but idgaf *unsure af shrug*

Like you mean it 😘

Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)


Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!

“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.

“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.

“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”

Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.

When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.

The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.

“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.

“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”

Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.

“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.

“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”

Draco scowled when Potter snorted.

“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”

Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.

“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”

“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.

“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.

“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.

“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.

“What? I won’t be kneeling-”

“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.

“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”

Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.

“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.

“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.

“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.

“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.

“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.


Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.

He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.

“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”

Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.

He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.

“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.

“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”

“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.

“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.

“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”

“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”

Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.

“Why do you even like him?”

Draco frowned.

“How should I know? I just… do.”

Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.

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To Anyone who Thinks They're Falling Behind in Life (and aren’t good/creative/ect. enough)

“You don’t need more motivation. You don’t need to be inspired to action. You don’t need to read any more lists and posts about how you’re not doing enough.

But, honestly, here’s the thing that nobody really talks about when it comes to success and motivation and willpower and goals and productivity and all those little buzzwords that have come into popularity: you are as you are until you’re not. You change when you want to change. You put your ideas into action in the timing that is best. That’s just how it happens.

And what I think we all need more than anything is this: permission to be wherever the fuck we are when we’re there.

You’re not a robot. You can’t just conjure up motivation when you don’t have it. Sometimes you’re going through something. Sometimes life has happened. Life! Remember life? Yeah, it teaches you things and sometimes makes you go the long way around for your biggest lessons.

You don’t get to control everything. You can wake up at 5 a.m. every day until you’re tired and broken, but if the words or the painting or the ideas don’t want to come to fruition, they won’t. You can show up every day to your best intentions, but if it’s not the time, it’s just not the fucking time. You need to give yourself permission to be a human being.


Sometimes the novel is not ready to be written because you haven’t met the inspiration for your main character yet. Sometimes you need two more years of life experience before you can make your masterpiece into something that will feel real and true and raw to other people. Sometimes you’re not falling in love because whatever you need to know about yourself is only knowable through solitude. Sometimes you haven’t met your next collaborator. Sometimes your sadness encircles you because, one day, it will be the opus upon which you build your life. We all know this: Our experience cannot always be manipulated. Yet, we don’t act as though we know this truth. We try so hard to manipulate and control our lives, to make creativity into a game to win, to shortcut success because others say they have, to process emotions and uncertainty as if these are linear journeys.

You don’t get to game the system of your life. You just don’t. You don’t get to control every outcome and aspect as a way to never give in to the uncertainty and unpredictability of something that’s beyond what you understand. It’s the basis of presence: to show up as you are in this moment and let that be enough. Yet, we don’t act in a way that supports this lifestyle. We fill every minute with productivity tools and read 30-point lists on how to better drive out natural, human impulse. We often forget that we are as we are until we’re not. We are the same until we’re changed. We can move that a bit further by putting into place healthy habits and to show up to our lives in a way that fosters growth, but we can’t game timing. Timing is the one thing that we often forget to surrender to.

Things are dark until they’re not. Most of our unhappiness stems from the belief that our lives should be different than they are. We believe we have control — and our self-loathing and self-hatred comes from this idea that we should be able to change our circumstances, that we should be richer or hotter or better or happier. While self-responsibility is empowering, it can often lead to this resentment and bitterness that none of us need to be holding within us. We have to put in our best efforts and then give ourselves permission to let whatever happens to happen—and to not feel so directly and vulnerably tied to outcomes. Opportunities often don’t show up in the way we think they will.

You don’t need more motivation or inspiration to create the life you want. You need less shame around the idea that you’re not doing your best. You need to stop listening to people who are in vastly different life circumstances and life stages than you tell you that you’re just not doing or being enough. You need to let timing do what it needs to do. You need to see lessons where you see barriers. You need to understand that what’s right now becomes inspiration later. You need to see that wherever you are now is what becomes your identity later. 

Sometimes we’re not yet the people we need to be in order to contain the desires we have. Sometimes we have to let ourselves evolve into the place where we can allow what we want to transpire. Let’s just say that whatever you want, you want it enough. So much so that you’re making yourself miserable in order to achieve it. What about chilling out? Maybe your motivation isn’t the problem, but that you keep pushing a boulder up a mountain that only grows in size the more you push.

There’s a magic beyond us that works in ways we can’t understand. We can’t game it. We can’t 10-point list it. We can’t control it. We have to just let it be, to take a fucking step back for a moment, stop beating ourselves up into oblivion, and to let the cogs turn as they will
. One day, this moment will make sense. Trust that. Give yourself permission to trust that.”
 
- Jamie Warron

feelbending  asked:

Thomas I hope you're okay with all the current drama, I personally believe that you did nothing wrong at all. You're always making sure you're inclusive and doing the right thing, sorry your fandom's exploded :(

Hey!! Yeah, I’m doing fine!! Please don’t worry, these sorts of things happen sometimes and it gets very hard to address and handle all at once! I have made mistakes though, so please don’t feel like you have to defend all that I do, that’s not your responsibility, and I’ve been doing what I can to make sure things were addressed!

There was a piece of art of myself that was posted a while back that I put under a Read More and tagged nsfw because it was, and it was revealed later, after the artists’ bio was updated, that they were not of appropriate age, and that was a complete mistake on my part to make sure! I’ve always made a point to clarify, if people asked me, that if they were to do any nsfw art of me and submit it, that they should be of appropriate age to be doing so. My tumblr started as a personal blog and I thought tagging things appropriately would be enough, but this occurrence absolutely made me rethink how my blog was laid out and how much more consideration I needed to be putting into my blog and who was viewing it, so I made a public apology for it yesterday (in the #TSask) and decided to restructure my blog in order to make sure this never happens again. Posts I deemed too questionable, I have removed and if they ever go up again, they would be going up on a sideblog of some kind. I absolutely appreciate those who brought this up to me. I should have been the one to catch it, and I need to be far more vigilant about what I post from here on out!

There was also the post I responded to about why I felt it right to include asexuals and aromantics of any combination in the community. I’ve been having many really awesome and respectful conversations with people on both sides of this argument and its been really good, for me and I think for a lot of them, to gain understanding on where we’re both coming from. I am so grateful to those who came to me and got to discuss with me incredibly important things to remember and respect: the early struggles of the trans and gay community, the Stonewall Riots, the travesties and systemic oppression that still happen around the world today that need to be fought. We also got to discuss issues like arranged marriages that affect people on all areas of the spectrum. We talked about different demographics of the community and where they would like to stand or not stand. And the importance of limited resources made available to people of the community were discussed with me as well. I’ve been so absolutely grateful to those of you who came to me and are still coming to me to talk through these things, because I don’t claim to know everything, and many of the discussions were ended wonderfully respectfully. In the end, obviously, I have no, or maybe just really little, say in what defines the community. In what I say, I am absolutely making no attempt to prioritize people over another, because there are some extreme things that need to be fought. I can only be in control of myself and who I deem to be valid and who I would like to offer my support. I truly am trying to put myself in everyone’s shoes and see where they’re coming from. And I am so grateful so many of you came to me so respectfully to talk! That’s amazing! That, I think, is the most optimal form of discussion for people on both sides. I don’t like seeing anyone on either side attacking each other, and it’s so devastating to see so much of it. 

I truly hope this helps bring clarity for those of you who were confused or looking for an update! The internet can be a confusing place and the truth can be mangled, but I am doing everything I can to make sure I amend for any bad decisions and hear you all out as best as I can. I’m only human, and I truly do care about you and where you’re all coming from, so I hope you can all bear with me! 

Consider the shit Andrew pulls while on his professional team
  • When he plays Neil’s team, Andrew and Neil are both on for the second half of the game
  • He shuts Neil out of the goal but 20 minutes into the second half he lets Neil’s fellow striker score, in a way that only Neil can tell was on purpose, just to fuck with his boyfriend
  • Neil runs past his high-fiving teammates to get in Andrew’s face, who gives him a smug “what? I’m having fun”
  • Neil looks like he’s going to bust a vein. Andrew clacks their sticks together in a mocking celebration of teamwork and says casually “it’s always fun to fuck you…over, Josten.” There’s an up-and-down flick of his eyes. Neil tries very hard not to get distracted. Neil does not entirely succeed and it pisses the hell out of him
  • The second goal Andrew lets happen, Neil’s coaches rotate him off the court for yelling at Andrew “if you’re gonna shut down the goal then fucking shut it down, don’t just block me you asshole, you know you’re good enough to shut him out too” like goddamn Josten we’re behind two points don’t give him ideas fuck

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(shit quality but) I love how happy 2D looks here. But, my god, the whole teeth inconsistency really irks me. JAMIE MAKE UP YOUR MIND‼️‼️ DOES 2D HAVE TWO FRONT TEETH OR NOT??????????👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Oh, also, kinda weird, but for some reason I never noticed how you can actually see his eyes behind those glasses 🤗

Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 7 FINALE ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Language, fluff, extra amount of happiness.

A/N: I am feeling extremely sappy. This story has brought so much joy to you guys and your joy has brought so much joy to me. I never imagined that it would receive this sort of response but it took off so quickly and you all have just been so sweet about it. Thank you for every follow, like, reblog, reply, message, and every other little thing. This one is for you, guys. <3

Tags: I HAVE MOVED THEM TO THE VERY END OF THE POST!

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven FINALE


Steve did not drive far. You both ended up at the nearest park before he stopped the car. He suggested that you two lay out on the hood of the car and that is how you found yourself staring up at the night sky. He had rolled the windows down so that you could still hear the radio playing.

“I don’t know why I don’t come here more often,” Steve thought out loud.

You glanced over at him before looking back up, taking a deep breath as you shrugged your shoulders a little, “It’s easy to get caught up in life. It’s important to do things like this, though. It’s peaceful.”

“Yeah, it is,” Steve nodded his head in agreement.

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Day 19 : Gaming together  Playing cards, obviously.
Maybe it’s some kind of Hearthstone game. Peregrïn is veeeeeeeeery bad at this.

30 Days Challenge

I will never understand the idea of “if you love something set it free” and the sentiment of “if its meant to be it will happen” like yeah, sometimes things work out and thats serendipity and thats great but usually if you have something that you love or you care about, you cant just give it up and hope it comes back. If you have something or someone that lights a passion in your heart and soul, you gotta fight for it because you’re lucky that you’ve found such a thing in this world

Sometimes, yeah. Definitely, definitely has happened. Actually sometimes I actually get into more of it when I’m vocal in it. Like so, I’d be standing in a very similar spot to like this when I vocal, and I literally — I would always vocal in the dark for some reason, very minimal lighting. I always try to get into like the singing and the diction and yeah, try to get the emotion across. I always try and go back to that when I’m playing it live, but if I kept doing this, I’d be bawling crying every time that I perform.
—  When you write a song about a person, do you think about them when you’re singing it?

the thing with history i find is there is somethings we will never know the answer to, no matter how hard we look and how hard we want to find that, and at some point that has to be accepted? you can put out a very through meticulously researched paper and sometimes what you get is “yeah maybe, maybe it happened that way, maybe not” and you have to be okay with that because it’s just the truth

Q: What can we expect from the new series of Peaky Blinders?
Cillian: I can’t really tell you anything without giving the whole thing away. But you sort of see them rewind and go back to their roots, away from the material gain of the last season.

Q: There’s hype attached to your job – fame, adulation. You’re not a fan of that, are you?
CM: I hate that other side which has nothing to do with me and that won’t ever change, but attention is never really something I have to contend with. I’m left to my own devices for the most part.

Q: But it happens…
CM: Yeah, of course it does. And sometimes I get a good laugh out of it. I was in a chipper in Galway – keeping to myself, getting my cod and chips – and I could see this elderly lady looking at me. You just know when they’re going to come over, it’s the moment of bracing yourself. And on cue she says: ‘Are you Cillian Murphy?’ And I say: ‘Yes, I am.’ And she goes: ‘Your eyes – you know what? They’re not even that blue!’

Q: You moved back to Ireland recently. How has the transition been from London?
Really great. We’ve been back a while now and feel pretty settled… We thought, our kids are growing up, do we want them to be London teenagers or Irish teenagers? We both grew up Irish teenagers ourselves; there’s something very sacred about that and that was a big decision-maker for us.

Q: You started out as a musician back in the day, do you ever think you might revisit that?
CM: No, I have very limited talents as a musician and I haven’t got any better. I knew I was never going to be good enough to reach the heights I wanted. No, I’ll stick to the day job. Music is a hobby.

— Cillian Murphy in OK! Magazine

Imagine Woozi dreaming of you when he misses you too much.

dating jeff atkins would include... (female reader)

warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff also mild smut maybe?

a/n: i can’t sleep and i always love reading these so i decided to write one (p.s. episode ten never happens sooo yeah #jeffatkinsdeservedbetter)

  • adorable, but sometimes random, pet names for each other
  • he calls you things like babygirl, princess, sweetheart, peaches, snuggle butt, etc.
  • you call him things like sweet boy, honey, batkins (get it? bc baseball bat?), baby, sunshine, etc.
  • he constantly has a hand on you, whether he’s holding your hand, playing with your hair, has his arm around your waist…
  • basically, if y’all are together, you’re connected in some way
  • soft, sweet kisses in public
  • harder, needier, more desperate kisses when you’re alone
  • him always always always making sure you’re comfortable and happy
  • even if you’re just on the couch watching a movie
  • “princess, are you comfortable?” “yes, jeff.” “but would you tell me if you weren’t?” “yes, jeff.”
  • you love playing with each other’s hair
  • you two love cooking together
  • you standing at the stove stirring something, him behind you with his arms around your waist and his chin resting on the top of your head
  • dancing around the kitchen while you’re waiting for your food to finish cooking
  • dancing in public, too, if one of your songs comes on
  • “baby, people will stare at us!” “good. then they’ll all see how much i love my babygirl.”
  • him always getting distracted in the toy aisle of stores
  • “jeff, i swear, put that hula hoop back!” “no, (y/n), just watch! i used to be so good at this…”
  • going to all of his baseball games and cheering the loudest out of anyone in the stands
  • running out onto the field after the game is over and jumping into his arms
  • he spins you around and gives you a kiss before setting you down
  • he comes to all of your events as well, beaming the entire time because he’s so proud of you
  • your families love each other and you start having joint family outings and parties
  • he begs you to let him do your makeup
  • “okay, but please be careful with the eyeliner…”
  • the boy loves cuddles
  • his idea of a perfect weekend is you and him holding each other under the covers, alternating between naps and kisses and talking about anything that comes to mind
  • forehead kisses
  • he never ever pressures you to have sex
  • but once he knows you want it… mmm
  • that boy is everywhere at once 
  • he worships every inch of your body, and you do the same for him
  • sweet nothings mixed in with dirty talk
  • “oh princess, i can’t wait to make love to you every night in our own bed”
  • constant “i love you”s
  • the first one slipped out on accident, though
  • he was talking about his love for reese’s cups
  • “of course, i don’t love them even half as much as i love you”
  • he never, ever misses an anniversary
  • he gives you your favorite flowers for every single one
  • you have no idea what you did to deserve such a genuinely kind soul
  • you end up marrying each other and having a beautiful family together
Wanted

Characters – Dean x Reader

Summary – Children can be so cruel; can Dean make it all better?

Word Count – 2,187

Warnings – Is Daddy!Dean a warning?  I think Daddy!Dean should be a warning…

A/N –Request by @youtubehelpsmesurvive: “First of all, I’m a really big fan of your writing!! I was wondering if you could do a Dean x reader story based off either the song Wanted…by Hunter Hayes.  AND I had two requests for a Daddy!Winchester story, so I’m going to combine them both in this one.

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Dean truly loved the life he had now, but he was about to pull his hair out in frustration.  You were away visiting relatives out of state, and he was left as the sole caretaker of your six-year-old daughter for the week.  He was at a loss to figure out how to do the fishtail braid that the little girl was demanding he put into her hair.  

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Panic

Fandom: Marvel       Genres: platonic fluff, comfort, panic

Summary: Based on: “Imagine being trapped in an elevator with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine

Word count: 1,050

[Masterlist]

Originally posted by cedimond

You both looked up as the elevator suddenly stopped mid-way from its destination.

“I beg your pardon, but didn’t you say this kind of thing only happened in the movies?” Loki drawled calmly, raising his eyebrows. Apart from that, he seemed as calm as always and maybe even a little bored.

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Alfie vs. Pregnancy | Alfie Solomons

Request: @thinemineours Alfie needs to go through his wife’s pregnancy. Dude must probably be more scared than her. ILY😘

Note: so this is so long I cannot even begin to explain how carried away I got and a slight change… she’s not his wife… yet…

“Love…”

“Yes, Alfie?”

“This is really ‘appening?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s really happening.”

“You’re sure, right, ‘cause sometimes—“

“Alf, I went to the Doctor and you know that, ‘cause you bloody had Ollie follow me, didn’t you?”

“You were actin’ odd, yeah, I was just makin’ sure no funny business was goin’ on.”

“Funny business?”

“Don’t matter now, does it?”

“You didn’t trust me.”

“I did, love, I did. It’s everyone else I don’t trust, not you, love… might ‘ave been in some compromisin’ situation or somethin’ and I would’ve made sure we put an end to it.”

“An end to me more like.”

“Couldn’t put an end to you even if I wanted to. You’d haunt me, day an’ fucking night.”

“Too fucking right I would.”

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