you know i cannot resist you

Good morning, my sweet, haunted home.

Good morning my coffee cups and ghosts and jars of grave dirt and storm water and things that skirt away when looked at and glassless windows and broken mirrors and empty clocks and lost spirits and rocks that I swear were a different color last night and vials of moonlight suspended in water.

Good morning books read and loved, good morning books and unread but never unloved, good morning pens and jars of ink that work and jars of gunk that were formerly ink that never quite sorted themselves out.

Good morning letters and cards and notes and things to say to people and things that ought have been said sooner and good morning secrets that will never be shared.

Good morning sunrise above the lake, good morning nymphs and mermaids and swimming monsters that lure the unwary to their doom and the unwise out of their breakfast because you know I cannot resist those teeth when you smile so wide and bright. I don’t mind sharing. I brought extra.

I’m just gonna take a moment because this scene cracks me up everytime I see it. Alex is beating this guy with her elbow LIKE A BOSS, blinding him he doesn’t know what is happening he’s in pain he’s like “bitch that hurts” and she takes his gun (i’m surprised Alex didn’t have one tbh but we all know it’s because she tought she was on a work-date with Maggie) but then MAGGIE who has a gun on her own just CANNOT resist to punch him too in the throat like “i’m not gonna give you a slight chance to hurt my girl back, you piece of shit” even though she doesn’t need to because Alex had it covered like a second before. So this poor guy gets punched TWICE by two powerful hot women in a matter of seconds and I’m in awe because IF THAT’S NOT WHAT A POWERFUL COUPLE OF BADASSES LOOKS LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS. They beat guys up together, you just don’t mess with them. Ever. They’re a brilliant team.

British Memes Gothic
  • There is a Nandos on every street. They are all cheeky. You do not know what makes them cheeky. Each houses a garrison of lads. You do not want to enter, but you cannot resist a cheeky Nandos. The smell of banter and peri peri overwhelms you.
  • A meerkat is trying to sell you insurance. You have forgotten what the insurance is for. All that matters is the comparison. If you are good and do not protest, the meerkat promises, you will get a free meerkat toy.
  • Freddos are too expensive. No-one you know remembers a time when they were the right price. You stare at the sweet shelf, lost in the glamour of the Pick'n'mix and the little chocolate frogs.
  • The DFS sale is now on. It is always now on. Has it ever been off? No matter. It is now on. If you hurry, you can get a year of interest-free payments.
  • Jamie Oliver is on the television. Jamie Oliver is in your school. Jamie Oliver is in your kitchen, cooking an eight-course banquet in 30 minutes. It’s full of big flavours. He always has enough herbs. You do not ask where he gets them from. You can only be thankful it’s Jamie Oliver and not Heston Blumenthal.
  • Everyone watched Dick and Dom when they were a child, no matter their age. Do they age? Where have they gone? What was the nature of their bungalow? Are they of the same deathless kindred as Bruce Forsyth? You suspect Graham Norton may also be involved.
  • There are four candles. Everyone you mention them to thinks you’re talking about utensils.
  • A car races past you. Behind the wheel is a man screaming about POWER. This is the worst day… in the world.
  • When you sleep, you can hear Stephen Fry behind your eyelids, asking you about the significance of the march hare to the Aztecs. You say that they worshipped them. Klaxons blare from all around.
Bonus OT3 Drabble: Slinky


This. This is entirely the fault of @blackkatmagic and @nellynee, and this ask-post over on blackkat’s blog. Because I just cannot resist the challenge of ‘why break up one ship for another when you can have both as a healthy triad?’ So I wrote it, even though I never actually got far enough to meet two-thirds of this ship in canon, and most of the characterisation is based on blackkat’s fics (although probably not half so good as hers).

Because really, who could resist this; “Spunky young power couple seduces village creepy shut in. Everyone is confused.

OT3 for this prompt: Minato/Orochimaru/Kushina from Naruto.

“If I have to sit and listen to you gabbing on about weird obscure jutsu, then I’m going to do it over ramen, you know!” Teuchi smiled at the sound of his best customer approaching the restaurant, presumably with her boyfriend in tow. Sure enough, when Kushina pushed the curtain aside, she was preceded into the restaurant by a sheepish looking Minato. Kushina followed, pulling another man in after them by the wrist.

The redheaded jounin manhandled Konoha’s own snake sannin into the seat next to Minato, then plonked herself down in the seat on Orochimaru’s other side. “You didn’t have to sit and listen.” The man snapped at Kushina, clearly very annoyed with her. “We are quite capable of holding a conversation without you.”

Kushina scoffed at him, flapping a hand. “Please. Minato wouldn’t know what to do with you if I left the two of you alone for more than five minutes, you know.” Orochimaru failed to come up with a retort, looking baffled and irritated in equal measure.

Minato, on the other hand, turned very red and started spluttering. “That’s not- You can’t just- What are you- Kushina!” The last word came out as a whine, and Minato dropped his head against the counter.

“Don’t be such a ditz, pretty boy.” Kushina chided, and then turned to Teuchi before Minato could respond. “The usual, please, Teuchi-san! Plus whatever this awkward turtle wants.” She nudged Orochimaru with her elbow to indicate who she meant. It was a good thing she had, because ‘awkward turtle’ was not a descriptor Teuchi would ever have applied to him on his own. He started cooking up Kushina and Minato’s usual, even as he raised an eyebrow at Orochimaru.

Orochimaru ignored him in favour of glaring at Kushina. “He’ll have the shoyu tamago ramen with extra eggs.” Minato put in, recovering from embarrassment as fast as he ever did. It was a good thing he could do that, Teuchi thought, since he was dating someone like Kushina, who got a kick out of embarrassing people.

Orochimaru switched his glare to Minato. “I don’t recall asking you to order for me.”

“Did I get it wrong?” Minato asked, caught somewhere between innocent and smug. Obviously he hadn’t, because Orochimaru looked twice as likely to murder him, but conspicuously didn’t say a word. Minato beamed like the sunrise. “So, you were explaining the connection between space-time seals and blood jutsu?” He prompted brightly. Orochimaru sighed heavily, but answered with a long explanation that went entirely over Teuchi’s head. It clearly didn’t go over Minato’s head, because he was staring in rapt attention as Orochimaru talked, in a way that made Teuchi feel oddly like he was intruding on something private.

He served up their ramen, and was not surprised when Minato and Orochimaru mostly ignored theirs in favour of their discussion. He was surprised when it took Kushina several seconds to lift her cheek off her fist and stop staring at them long enough to start scarfing down her usual three bowls of ramen. She caught his look the first time she came up for air, and shrugged unrepentantly. “What? They’re total dorks, you know, but they’re my dorks now.

Orochimaru choked on his first bite of ramen. “Excuse me?” He demanded.

“Well, you are, aren’t you?” Kushina asked, smirking. “We’re a package deal, slinky; buy one get one free. If you want to get some this evening, instead of just staring at Minato like he’s a prime steak and you’re starving, you’re going to have to learn to dance with both of us, you know.” She paused, her smirk slowly unfurling into a predatory grin with far too many teeth. “Last chance to run screaming.”

The stunned look on Orochimaru’s face turned, once again, to murderous annoyance. “I think I should be saying that to you.” He hissed, leaning forward into her personal space to loom over her. Teuchi was a bit worried, although on whose behalf he wasn’t quite sure.

Kushina laughed, and shocked just about everybody when she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Minato whimpered quietly, staring at them with his mouth hanging open, while Teuchi was just trying to figure out when the world had gone insane. Kushina drew back looking infinitely smug. “Bring it on.”

Don't resist resistance...
  • If you cannot convince yourself 100% that what you desire WILL HAPPEN, don't fight it. Instead say, "It can happen... I may allow it to happen... The Universe or God may allow it to happen...."
  • Visualize what you want in the vibration that it CAN happen or it MAY happen... The logical mind won't resist this since it knows that indeed it can or may happen...
  • As you do, you will allow yourself to feel the essence of your desire, and thus vibrate with them, without any contrary vibration.
  • Try it. Do it.
  • L.A. Robert

anonymous asked:

It’s kind of an unspoken rule for us mermaids to not reveal outselves to humans, but I’ve been watching you work as a life guard on my beach and I think it’s about time I try this “drowning” thing you humans do that always brings you into the water

I cannot resist mermaids!

How Big, How Blue

There was something odd about the human.

He’d managed to startle her the first time she’d seen him. In her habitat, a place where he should be the one lacking in grace. It had been very late, the skies dark and the moon, a few days shy of full, the best illumination. She’d ventured close to the surface knowing that the humans would have long since retreated from the ocean.

They had such trouble with it even during the day when the sun shone and warmed the water, forever shrieking and splashing and hopping out to apply that odd white paste only to hop in again and go through the same routine. Once night hit and temperatures cooled they preferred to stay on the shore, light their fires and cook their food on sticks while huddling close together under piles and piles of fabric.

At a young age Caroline had taken a liking to their music. She took every opportunity she could find to listen to it, often found herself humming along and swaying, taking care to keep herself obscured either by drifting just below the surface or hiding below the docks.

The evening she’d first encountered the human who’d piqued her interest she’d been doing just that, floating on her back to keep her bright hair obscured. There were only a few people out that night, she could see faint white clouds every time she exhaled. Her eyes had been closed so she’d felt the disturbance in the water before she’d seen it and had immediately submerged herself with an ungainly splash, slipping deep into the water until he hands were brushing the sandy ocean bottom.

Wide-eyed she’d watched as a human passed over her, his long limbs cutting through the water in powerful strokes.

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sojustifiable  asked:

10) things you said that made me feel like shit, maybe? if you feel like angst. your angst always wounds me.

She often is not satisfied with his reactions to her small tests. She knows 22 is too wise an age to be playing games, but she cannot resist. She’s protecting herself, she thinks. 22 is too young an age to have a heart as solid as a rock.

“Soul,” she says as she moves down the stairs precariously in dagger-sharp heels, “how do I look?”

She scanned and filtered through rows and rows of dresses to find what she felt to be the right one. It is tight like a second skin, black and shimmery like a clear night sky. The confident part of her believes it brings out her best features: her eyes, her legs, and her hips. The less brave piece of her believes it to be too much, too not-Maka. She stands firm before him, whose eyes are too impassive for her trembling nerves.

“Cool,” he manages after a restrained, practiced pause.

“Cool,” she repeats. She blinks back forceful tears. 22 years. She is not a child. She cannot stomp her feet or shout. She can only stand her weakening ground.

“Yeah.” His sanguine stare returns to the Seinfeld marathon on the television. His soul flickers against hers but just barely. She can’t read him.

There’s a tantrum forming like an acid in her veins, sluggish and thick and oozing. “Have you even ever found me attractive?”

“What? Is this a trick question?” There is aged laugh-track in the background.

“I’m being serious.”

“I’m scared you’re not.”

She crosses her arms and fixes him with a loaded stare, all shrapnel and lingering danger.

“Maka,” he says with a chest-breaking sort of sigh. “What are you getting at? Why are you constantly going out with new men every night now?”

“Why is everything I do suspicious?”

“Because it’s not something you normally do.”


“I don’t know. To me, you’ve always been undateable and now…” he mumbles, his voice trailing off. It slips out by accident, she knows, because his eyes finally fill with a semblance of emotion. Something like pained shock and frustration. The step before a steep fall, the car-crash look.

She shatters. “Okay.” She knows that’s the most potent word she can throw at him. It is small but strong like her, like a bullet. She can see him fumbling to patch up his mess but she leaves him with a slam of the door and nothing but eerie silence.

22, she thinks, but it’s like being 14 again, all scattered thoughts and tears and hormones she forgot she had.

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Imma tell yall how i simultaneously pissed off 50 art students and the most infamous art teacher in my school.

Basically we have one teacher named Herman. The entire school knows him because hes Big Bad Herman and hes tall af and scary and he has a habit of seeing through everyone and finding your weak spots. He talks loudly and will not hesitate to tell you your stuff fucking sucks if he thinks you didnt have fun or tried hard to make it. Hes the best fucking teacher ive ever had.

And he told us to create a physical experience for our classmates and him.

So i had three layers of bubblewrap. And some construction tape. You know the red tape with the white bars on it that tells you you cant enter somewhere.

And i know no human can resist bubblewrap. And i know my classmates and Herman cannot resist getting past some “do not pass” tape.

So i hammered the bubblewrap into the wall and put tape in front of it. As a challenge to get past it. As a big red sign of “POP THE FUCKING BUBBLEWRAP JUST DO IT”

So Herman asked me what my work was and i told him to try it out. Try and pop the wrap. And he looked at it and reached in his arm and said “the bubblewrap is literally in reach this isnt very hard”

And he grabbed a layer of bubblewrap and squeezed it. Then he grabbed another layer and squeezed it. Then, he just slowly turned around, looked at me and said “you dirty bitch”

Unpoppable bubblewrap, ladies and gentlemen.

jeibaka  asked:

UT/US/UF/SF bros pampering SO on Valentine's Day and out in a date that is extra romantic. Just before the date ends, SO gasps very loudly, looking horrified. "It's Valentine's Day!" They had completely forgot it was Valentine's Day. They went along with everything that their skell had done not knowing why. How do the boys react to this realization?

* Holy shit this is fucking hilarious


He looks at them for a good 3 seconds. Then he plays along, “wait is it?” Later it’ll be a running joke that any date they go on will be Valentine’s Day except for the Valentine’s Day date.


He’s incredulous, actually screeching. “OF COURSE IT IS I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU FORGOT YOU’RE AS BAD AS SANS!!!”


/looks into the camera like he’s on The Office


He wants to flip the table. He resists flipping the table. He walks away. He returns. He walks away again. He can’t believe it.


He deflates. Dammit, if they didn’t know it was a Valentine’s date does it still count as a Valentine’s date? Maybe he should do over? Can he do over? Okay, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day 2.0


He just starts laughing. He looks at his S/O’s slightly horrified and guilty face right as he’s calming down then starts laughing again. He will never stop teasing his S/O about it. Sometimes, when it’s a quiet, lazy day and nothing is happening, he’ll just turn to them and ask “is it Valentine’s Day?” then fail to hold in his laughter.


He slaps them lightly. OF COURSE, IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY ARGH WHY ELSE AM I DOING THIS? At least this explains why they didn’t get him anything or wish him Happy Valentine’s Day. Now he’s not hurt but more speechless.


Wordlessly, he takes a cigarette out. He lights it. He takes a longggg drag. He sighs. “Yes, yes it is.”



i lay it all down at your feet
drag everything into the light
and all that hid in darkness
can no longer resist the fight

i hold fast to what i know is true

search each dark corner of my heart
for the sin that tries to hide
this self inflicted pain
you’re worthy of so much more
yet at your alter i leave my shame

i lay it all down at your feet
no longer keep the hurt inside
you are the lover of my soul
and with you
both guilt and grace cannot reside

i hold fast to what i know is true

you whisper softly to my heart
within the chaos of my struggle
i cling to what i know as true
with you i rest in times of trouble

i lay it all down at your feet
my burden now in faithful hands
walk in the glory of your promise
cast the veil
and see the beauty in your plans

i hold fast to what i know is true

in this silence of my waiting
you restore the broken parts of me
with the tender mercy of your touch
you claim this soul as your own
for all of eternity

Brie ~ saving truth

Fav quotes from Ross after “that night”

1. What can I say? It was something I cannot explain. You must see I had no choice.

2. I realise that I betrayed your trust and that your pride is wounded.

3. I would never deliberately hurt you. You of all people must know that.

4. In the moment, I admit it, there was no thought of you, or of the pain
I might have caused… It was as if I was possessed. (D: Of course. No fault of yours! Just a greater power and you and her helpless to resist.) In a way, yes!

5. Perhaps I might have hoped for some understanding, knowing you as I do.

6. I don’t blame you for your anger, but how does it serve us now?

7. It’s quite possible that her marriage will still go ahead. (D: No doubt you did your best to prevent it.) No doubt I did.

8. Demelza, I cannot blame you for your anger. But if you could bide awhile,
have a little patience…

9. It’s not a question of wanting you! It’s a question of not wanting her. (D: Do you not want her?) No! I don’t know. Sometimes…

God has smiled upon you this day
The fate of a nation in your hands
And blessed it be the children
Who fight with all our bravery
‘Til only the righteous stand

You see the distant flames
They bellow in the night
You fight in all our names
For what we know is right
And when you all get shot
And cannot carry on

Though you die, La Resistance lives on

—  La Resistance, Trey Parker and Marc Shaiman
  • Tom: "Um, no more kissing this time. I'm not gonna kiss him, I promise."
  • Jordan: "You're not gonna- you're not gonna do- I know you're tempted right now."
  • Tom: "Oh, dude, I can't resist."
  • Jordan: "Do you see the way he's looking? Do you see the way he's looking at me?"
  • Tom: "I just look at him and I'm like...he's- he's the- have you got a hairy chest? He has a hairy chest."
  • Jordan: "...This has gotten real intimate right now."
Sacrifices - Part two of In my way

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Part 2 of In my way
Draco x Reader

“You have had my word Narcissa.” Snape drawled, Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix stood in front of him in Malfoy manor.
“I know Snape, I know that you will do it if Draco cannot but I need to know what else troubles him? He should be proud to have been chosen by the Dark Lord.” Narcissa insisted and Snape found himself wishing that he could apparat from the scene.

“I believe his distraction to be a mere infatuation.” Snape offered and resisted a wince when Bellatrix let out a loud cackle.
“A girl? That’s what turned his head?” She cackled, “Not a problem, bring her over we’ll get them to make little baby Death Eaters.”
“Bellatrix don’t be so vulgar.” Narcissa snapped at her sister before focusing back on Snape, “Who is it?”

“Y/F/N  Y/L/N.” Snape confided and if possible, Narcissa paled even more.
“Who?” Bellatrix asked, bored of the theatrics.
“She’s one of Harry Potter’s closest friends, one of his strongest allies.” Snape clarified.
Bellatrix’s nostrils flared in annoyance at first before she adopted a sick smile, “No matter. Draco is a good looking pureblood from a strong name. He can charm her, take the information that he needs from her.”
“Do you think he could?” Narcissa asked Snape. He didn’t answer.

It had been a hard year on everyone so far.
Harry spent most of it trying to convince you, Hermione and Ron that Draco was a Death Eater until his time was taken up by being part of the Slug club with Hermione and Ron had taken a key role in the Quidditch team. But you couldn’t bring yourself to mind that your friends were all wrapped up in their own lives because it meant that no one was going to disturb you and Draco as you sat hidden behind the Herbology greenhouses playing with the Muggle playing cards.

You’d not seen him much recently, he seemed heavy with the weight of life. His pale skin, which usually looked so regal, made him look sickly and gaunt.
He lost your game again and threw the cards into the pile with a curse.
“Temper temper Mr Malfoy.” You taunted and he glared at you.
“It’s a stupid game anyway.” He grumbled and you laughed at him.

“Are you laughing at me?” He accused and you nodded. He narrowed his eyes at you before diving forwards and catching your waist with his hands and tickling you until you squealed for him to stop. His hand clamped down over your mouth and he lay over you so that his body covered yours. You shot him a look and he inclined his head to where a group of third year Slytherin’s where looking around confused after hearing your squealing.
After a moment they left and Draco removed his hand from his mouth and moved his body off of you, though he was still leaning over you.
“Are you that embarrassed to be seen with me?” You snapped.
He looked down at you with a soft expression even though he still seemed jumpy, “It’s just better that no one sees us together.”
“And whys that?!” You retorted.

He shook his head and leaned down to give you a chaste kiss between each word, “Because. I. don’t. like. To. Share.”
You giggled and leaned up to wrap your arms around his neck as he kissed you again. You knew that he was hiding something but so were you, you had contacts with the Order of the Phoenix. So you had both agreed not to discuss your lives too deeply.

You and Draco had shared a tender goodbye before the breakup for Christmas, it was finally then that you confided in him that you were worried about him, it was obvious something was eating away at him.
Draco had blatantly ignored your concerns, he simply kissed you goodbye before either of your friends could come to interrupt you. You had laughed and told him that he couldn’t just shut you up by kissing you, he argued that it clearly worked.
Even though you missed him, you were thoroughly enjoying your time at the Weasley’s in the run up to Christmas.

That was until the Death Eaters came.

With The Burrow crackling on fire behind you, you rushed through the fields, your legs and chest burning as you ran from your pursuer. You could hear your friends calling for you and having dared to look back over your shoulder you could see that Antonin Dolohov was gaining on you fast and somewhere in the back of your mind your consciousness screamed that this was the man who had helped kill Ron’s uncles.

Your lungs burned as you ran full sprint until you ran straight into someone, the shock of the impact sent you reeling. You crashed onto the floor, skidding through the mud and your wand flying off. With a groan you jumped back to your feet as fast as possible, to come face to face with your almost boyfriend.
“Draco.” You whimpered, your body ached from the force of the impact with the ground.
“What are you doing here?!” He hissed, his eyes darting around the field and focusing on where Dolohov was still in pursuit.

“Get out of here.” Draco hissed taking you by the arm and dragging you away, he reached down and took your wand from the mud and shoved it into your hands.
Tears pricked at your eyes, “Draco please don’t tell me that Harry was right?” You whimpered.
He said nothing but continued trying to push you away from the scene, you could feel him panicking.
Turning quickly you knocked him off balance, raised your wand at him and charmed, “Legilimens!”

You didn’t have much practice with this charm, only what Harry had helped you practice when you’d been constructing Dumbledore’s Army and he’d not resisted you but Draco did.
But saw all you needed too in those flashes of memory. Draco having been chosen to do something for the Dark Lord, his fear and his feelings towards you.
As the charm wore off Draco rapidly tried to explain away what you had seen but you were already gone. You ran back to the house and Ron caught you as you burst through the field, he held you as you cried into his chest.

You didn’t tell anyone why you were crying. They didn’t ask.


Your world had been turned upside down since then. Dumbledore, one of your heroes, had been killed and Hogwarts, your home, had been brought to its knees by the boy that you loved. Well that was if Harry was to be believed and he’d never lied to you before.

Your life became a whirlwind.

You, Harry, Ron and Hermione fled school, some of your other friends claimed that you’d abandoned them but they wanted to live in ignorance about Voldemort and his return.  

The next time that you’d see Draco would be at Malfoy Manor. Harry and Ron were locked in the Cellar while you’d been locked in the attic, you could hear Hermione’s screams from downstairs and for the first time since all of this had started you allowed yourself to breakdown.
You’d spent hours clawing at trap door in the floor trying to escape so you could help her. You fell back against the wall, tears streamed down your face and your hands bled freely onto the floor.

Even though she had stopped screaming hours ago, Hermione’s screams resounded through your mind stealing away your consciousness so you didn’t hear Draco slowly creep the attic door open.
You didn’t feel him moving your hands but you did feel the alcohol he poured over them.
Hissing you kicked him away and held your bleeding stinging hands to your chest.
He caught a hold of your torso tight in his arms as he fell and pulled you down with him.
“Shhh Y/N be quiet.” His plea made you still and after a moment of checking that you weren’t going to try to kick him again he pulled your hands out from between your bodies to look over the damage that you’d done to yourself.

He pulled a cloth from his suit jacket pocket, he split some of the alcohol on it then slowly began to wipe between the cuts on your hands. He looked almost apologetic but mostly he looked scared and tired.
You didn’t know if it was the lack of light that circled his eyes so dramatically or if you were so tired that your eyes were playing tricks on you but no one could look that tired and still be up taking care of someone else.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice betrayed how painful it had been to talk after your sobbing.
He flinched at the harshness of your voice but stayed focused on your hand refusing to look at you, “I live here.”
“I imagined it would be nicer.” You croaked and gestured to your decrepit attic prison.

He let out a breathy laugh but it came out as forced and painful as your own utterances. It was easy getting lost in watching Draco care for your wounds and forgetting about the world that you were both apart of, the opposite sides that you inhabited. You’d been in his mind, he couldn’t use any charms on your hands without Death Eaters knowing that he’d used a healing charm. Like how Harry had been rumbled for fighting Dementors at Privet Drive. They’d be questions and Draco, possibly his whole family, would be blown apart for helping you.

He finished cleaning your hands and you both sat in swelling silence until you broke it, “Hermione?”

“S-she’s alive.” Draco mumbled and you flinched at the implication. All you wanted to do was find her and make everything better and kill fucking Bellatrix.

A creak downstairs sent Draco jumping to his feet, he caught you by the elbows and pulled you up to stand with him.
“You need to leave here.” He whispered.
“Funnily enough I’d had that thought all ready.” The sarcasm rolled off of your tongue easily and Draco gave you a small honest smile and for a moment it was almost as though you were both still carefree teenagers hiding behind the Herbology gardens sneaking kisses.
“I’ve got you a way out.” He stepped away slightly so that you could see behind him were Dobby stepped out from the shadows.

“Miss Y/N it is very good to see you, now Dobby must save Harry Potter.” Dobby gave you a wide smile but stayed far away from Draco.
“How did -?” You asked.
Draco cut you off, “He used to be our elf, he’s going to get you out of here.”
Your breath caught as he leaned down to press his lips to yours, his hand wound tightly into your hair as he held you too him knowing that once he released you that you’d be taken from him.

He released your hair and you pulled away from him before leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. His arms circled your waist as he held you too him and you both ignored how Dobby was whistling awkwardly at the display of affection.
“Come with us.” You whispered.
“I can’t.” He breathed against your lips, “You know I can’t.”

He leaned back and kissed your forehead, “Stay safe. We’ll see each other again.”
“What if next time you can’t save me? What if you have to kill me?” The whispered words of insinuated betrayal wound their way around Draco’s heart and squeezed until he thought it was broken.
He could never hurt you. He wouldn’t let it happen.

“You’ve always been annoyingly good at saving yourself, you don’t need me.” He tried to make you smirk and gave you a small tight smile. He kissed you hard again before Dobby took your hand and you were apparated away.  

Finally on the beach you crumpled, you fell to your knees and cried for your losses.
You cried for Hermione’s pain as you would have happily taken it as your own, you cried for Dobby’s life and for Draco sacrifice.
Draco could be killed for helping you, your friends wouldn’t trust you if they knew what Draco had done for you. But no one would ever find out as Dobby had taken the secret to his grave.

As the request wants a happy ending there will be another part to this.
No GIFS mine.

anonymous asked:

So... let's talk about Justin's perfect hair and smile?

I LOVE YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!!!!!!! Why just talk about his hair and smile? Let’s add more to this list, shall we?!

Okay, so. First of all, everything about Justin Taylor is so SOFT, am I right? His hair always looks so soft and everytime he smiles, you gotta pause and take a breath ‘cause your heart can’t take it (so kind of like Brian’s usual reaction to it!). Now, yes, his hair looks soft but how do we know it’s soft for sure? Well, we know this because Brian cannot RESIST running his fingers through it. Like he actually cannot stop himself. I don’t blame him.

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min yoongi probably.....
  • *minwoo and jungkook at the dog café*
  • *taehyung and yoongi hiding in the bushes, outside*
  • Taehyung: i cannot believe this
  • Yoongi: i cannot believe you guys always fuckin drag me into this
  • Taehyung: no hyung listen we gotta figure out what all this means
  • Taehyung: why did they switch up the show all of a sudden? why jungkook?
  • Taehyung: why a DOG CAFÉ??
  • Yoongi: you think i know
  • Taehyung: this minhyuk guy-
  • Yoongi: minwoo
  • Taehyung: -is gonna steal my kookie away from me!!
  • Yoongi: tae i really doubt that's gonna happen okay your sexy bedmate is loyal can we leave
  • Taehyung: wait
  • Yoongi: god fucking
  • Taehyung: hyung we can't let all these puppies go to waste let's play with them
  • Yoongi:
  • Yoongi: dammit fine
Everybody's Got to Live their Life [a Dil x Emiliano fanfic]

Title: Everybody’s Got to Live their Life (and God knows I’ve Got to Live mine)

Pairing: Dil Howlter x Emiliano whateverhisnameis

Word count: i’m on my phone i have no idea

Genre: uh. kinda crack i guess. also mild smut.

Summary: dil meets a handsome stranger he cannot resist…


Dil was thoroughly enjoying his new job. If you’d asked him a few weeks ago what his ambitions were, he’d tell you about his supposed lifelong dream of becoming a master mixologist. He’d certainly not give you the truth. See, he’d always been afraid to admit it, but Dil’s true passion laid in the lab. He’d always secretly wanted to become a scientist, and he’d excelled at science in high school… It just didn’t happen. That is, until he met Tabitha.

Tabitha was everything Dil wasn’t. She was confident and elegant, and always knew what she wanted. That didn’t make her bitchy, though, she was truly one of the kindest people Dil had every met. He fell for her instantaneously.

His new girlfriend convinced Dil to follow his dreams, and so he did. He quit his job as a vaguely talented bartender and, with some help from Tabitha and her wide range of friends, landed a job at a lab in Oasis Springs. Unfortunately … Fate was out to get him.

The first day was kind of a mess, he arrived on time but he wasn’t used to his new schedule yet and didn’t have time to eat before he came. That, paired with an unnecessarily advanced microwave, caused him to lose a lot of vital time. All was not lost, however, as he started talking to a co-worker and may have made a new friend! Perhaps he’ll invite him over for dinner one day, Tabitha would be happy to see him socialising.

Oh god. Oh no. Oh god no.
Dil was completely and utterly screwed.

During his second week at work he began talking more and more to his newfound friend, Emiliano. They had a lot in common, including numerous jokes about Em’s mustache.
The problems started when Dil realised he didn’t find the mustache as ridiculous as he led his friend to believe. He found himself staring at it when Em talked, at first convincing himself it was merely an aesthetic obsession. Then his eyes started to wander just a little lower.
Oh god, his lips looked wonderful. They weren’t chapped like Dil’s own, they were perfect. Smooth.
Dil wondered how they’d feel on his.

This was bad. No, this was AWFUL. Where did these thoughts even come from? He’s with Tabitha, he loves Tabitha… Right?

It wouldn’t even be that bad if he knew Emiliano wasn’t into him. Unfortunately, already during their first conversation he’d noticed something odd about the way Em acted. Of course back then he’d just written it off as a quirky personality trait. Some people probably brushes hands with their bro all the time, who’s he to judge?
Later he did realise it was more than that. But he didn’t stop him, didn’t discourage the light touches and flirty banter..

A month had passed and nothing more had happened. The blatant flirting continued but neither one of them showed any sign to take things to the next level. Dil figured he could justify this. It wasn’t like he was actually cheating, right? It was just a way to make the workdays go by. Completely innocent.

So, yeah, perhaps Emiliano invited him out for drinks one day. And maybe Dil said yes. And there is a chance he lied to his girlfriend about where he was going.
But that still didn’t mean anything. He was just hanging out with his bro.

The night went by in no time. If he’s being honest, Dil hadn’t had that much fun in ages. And they just talked!
At about a quarter to one at night they decided it was probably time to go home. It wasn’t all that late compared to Dil’s usual sleeping schedule, but there is nothing wrong with acting like you’ve got your life together once in awhile.

That’s when he realised he’d forgotten his phone at work. He’d texted Tabitha before they left the lab, and must have placed it on a surface whilst putting his jacket on. He could of course just get it in the morning, but Em didn’t have his phone either and the drive back to Willow’s Creek was too long to go without letting Tab know he wasn’t dead or something.

They ended up going back to the lab to get it. They left Em’s car outside of the bar, as neither of them were in a condition to drive. They weren’t wasted by any means, but they certainly weren’t sober either. The bar was just right around the corner from the lab though, so it wasn’t any hassle to walk.

When they got inside the building, Dil started looking around for the light switch. Apparently Emiliano had a different idea.
Dil suddenly felt a warmth press up against his backside, and subconsciously let himself be pushed up against the wall. Hands were traveling over his back, caressing him over his jacket.
Then the jacket was gone.
So was his shirt.
He spun around and grabbed the back of Em’s head, pulling him forward into a deep kiss. Em responded by taking Dil’s hips firmly in his hands and dragging him away from the wall. He kept pulling him along until suddenly Dil was bent over one of the experiment desks.

Belts were undone, trousers were pulled down and before long Dil was a moaning mess. Getting fucked wasn’t an entirely new feeling for him, but it had certainly been awhile, and Em was damn good at it. He moved his hips fast, pounding his cock into Dil’s entrance and pushing him harder against the desk. Before long Dil could feel himself fall apart beneath him, screaming out his name as he came.

Then it was over.
It was over, and all Dil could feel was shame.
Why did he do that? Why did he betray the one person he claimed to love?
Although, perhaps Tabitha wasn’t the only person he loved. Perhaps he could make this right. He didn’t think she’d understand, but he had to tell her anyway. It was the only way for both of them to move on with their lives and be happy.

He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew Emiliano was a part of it.

Dil really was fucked.

anonymous asked:

Good day Can I request headcanons for Savage, k2so, general grievous and zeb with a tiny s/o (sfw and nsfw if it isn't to much to ask)

Tiny S/O hedcanons (Zeb, Grievous, K2SO, Savage)


  • ·         Will carry you on his shoulders.
  • ·         If you can’t reach something, like something on the top shelf, he will lift you up by your waist. 
  • ·         Will do whatever you want, because he cannot resist your cute and adorable tiny pout.
  • ·         Your tiny hands are perfect for giving him scratches behind his ears.
  • ·         Tries to be gentle as gentle as possible, as he is scared he will break you like glass.

General Grievous

  • ·         Will crawl in between your legs, stand up and carry you on his shoulders.
  • ·         Teach you how to defend yourself, as he doesn’t want anyone to take advantage of you (self-defense and lightsaber training).
  • ·         Will dominate easily.
  • ·         Will use the other set of arms to his advantage.
  • ·         Will use a replacement of *ahem* due to the missing parts.


  • ·         Will protect you with his life, because you are way to adorable to die on him.
  • ·         Like Grievous, will train you in self-defense, force and lightsaber.
  • ·         Dominates.
  • ·         Is very gentle with you.
  • ·         Surprisingly a lot of cuddles in the morning.


  • ·         loves to put his elbow on your head.
  • ·         Pats your head a lot.
  • ·         Loves braiding your hair.
  • ·         Bends down to try to be your height while holding your hand.
  • ·         Since, he’s a robot, he knows what you like….

anonymous asked:

I know you've already done this but I cannot resist for the life of me. Can you give me your top 5 YunJae moments that are DIFFERENT from the ones you've done before?