#Him?!?! whyyy????

[flowery-draws]

She grateful having him too :')

Bonus photo:

[upon-the-snow]

early mornings after nightmares

[tatakaeeren]

His Butler, Plotting

[helsensm]

why is everyone so mean to Kung Lao wth

shout-out to @d3rpydoods for showing me how to start making these things <3

[pumpkin-mines]

Move over Dirk, I want to make out with JAKE.

homewrecker.

[heavensickness]

Penelope and Callisto's relationship drama is so fucking funny no matter how many times I reread the story. It literally goes like

Callisto: I WANT TO MARRY YOU

Penelope: I WANT TO BE LOVED

Callisto: LOVE DOESN'T EXIST, MY TRAUMATIC CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCES MAKE ME BELIEVE SO

Penelope: THEN WHY DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ME ASSHOLE

Callisto: YOU ARE THE SMARTEST FUNNIEST LOVELIEST PERSON ALIVE AND I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU???

Penelope: BUT YOU DON'T LOVE ME AND I LOVE YOU SO I WILL NEVER MARRY YOU

Callisto: GIRL FUCK YOU

Penelope: FUCK YOU TOO ASSHOLE

Callisto: WHATEVER. I WILL BE BACK NEXT WEEK TO BEG AGAIN

Penelope: I WILL LITERALLY BE DEAD BY NEXT WEEK BUT OK

[anotherdragon]

will ALWAYS be mad that convergence is in Unlisted Hell and rarely talked about because this episode was what really sold me on jrwi when I first watched it. not to mention that this specific episode is near impossible to rewatch because of a Certain Shitstain who I've cropped out of the clip. anyways will always LOVE whenever they mix Weird Horror Elements into a campaign

Charlie: And you try to whip your head around, and you can only find that you are able to look at the wall and you cannot look behind you. And you hear the scraping. And you just cant follow the sound as hard as you try, as hard you push and try to look something else pushes back.

Charlie: And you feel it. You know that it's there. It’s presence is oppressive and it fills you with dread, every crevice, every point of your body. And you hear it breathe. When you breathe out, it breathes in, the air from your lungs spilling too fast, too sudden. 

Charlie: And Flynn, you feel a pain behind your eyes and tears begin to seep out. You feel a wet sensation on your upper lip as your nose begins to bleed. Your skin starts to split and blister. And it laughs. 

Bizly: What in the fuck?

[spacebubblehomebase]

Hi! With your stargazers au, what radio symbols do you use with Alastor's powers? What do those symbols mean and is there some special thought behind choices in symbols?

📻: "These ones, my dear?"

Keen eye! They're actually various electrical symbols for radio stations and are NOT VOODOO at all. As I'm not a practitioner of the Vaudoux religion, I didn't feel qualified enough to represent their practices all willy nilly. Though Alastor is still very much an actual Creole Vodouisant who lived in New Orleans Louisiana in my #HHStargazersAU! This design choice for his magic came to mind when I realized that since I couldn't use the more natural voodoo deer side of him, I could just shift focus to his more electronic radio hosting aspect. Which actually had symbolisms of their own! Be it his radio symbols or sound waves. Pictograms that were likely used on signs, books, or instructions, and such. That's how his green spells came to be in my story and they're usually just the general symbols for radio! ^v^

-Bubbly💙

[gojosprettyprincess]

VANESSA VANESSA QUICK QUICK IF YOU HAD TO CHOOSE ONE ANIME CHARACTER OUT OF ALL IN ANIME UNIVERSE WHO WOULD IT BE???

AHHH THIS IS A TOUGH ONE!! jk its not

I would choose this man over anime character ever. Yes I mean over Toji, over Gojo over all of them!!! And fun fact I LOVED this man since I was 14 years old like no matter what I can never get over him.

LIKEEE HIS ANGER ISSUESSS BRO. Imagine you’re Dynamights Wife, and he hates every other fucking soul and act completely rude towards everyone but is so so sweet towards you behind close doors like he acts like a literal BABY. And imagine one day he comes home from his pro-hero job and he’s all pissed off and stressed out bc a villain escaped from him and he takes it out on his poor quirkless housewife who’s just trying to make dinner but instead he fucks you dumb on the dinner table till you can’t think anymore, till the fucking table collapse!!! And your mixed cum flows down your shivering legs onto the floor 🙂‍↕️

And I think he would be such a lovely husband and he’d do ANYTHING to protect you and your kids omgg

[agentkee]

'The perfect world'

So stan didnt get that scar in this universe

+sorry for the bad quality my cameras not that good(T_T)

[isthisimportant]

Trust

Fandom: HP

Pairing: George Weasley x GN! reader

Word count: I don't really know.. I'm sorrryy but it's really short. Trust me. ;)

A/N: I don't support J.K.R's views. If you don't wish to, then please don't read ahead. This is merely a self-indulgent fic.

******

“Don't you trust me?”

“Absoutely not”, you blurted out a bit too quick for either of your liking. Seeing his face drop(very subtly), you tried to explain. “George, of course I trust you. I just-“

“Ah ah”, he waived your excuse away, clearly back to his original cheery mood, and plopped down on one of the bean chairs nearby. You noticed an unlabelled box in his hand. It was like the kind of box you would normally find sweets in. Or in the Weasley twins’ case, probably something along the lines of puking pastilles.

You shook your head vigorously. “Oh now I really don’t trust you.”

George laughed softly and made a show of looking around. Probably checking the room for witnesses. Your eyes followed his and you realized the common room was mostly empty. And for a moment, you felt right at home: sitting by the window, doing school work late into the night, only one or two paintings keeping you company, the stars twinkling behind you and the moon casting soft light on your ink, the blues of the carpets blending well with the silver shining through the window, it was all, to put it in the most plain way, magical. And, of course, around Christmas, the castle would be much less populated anyway, so that tonight, there were only a few students in here apart from you and George.

Now don’t start wondering how George got into the Ravenclaw common room. It’s obvious, isn’t it? He’s George Weasley. Well, that and he snagged the password from you occasionally. It was common practice for students to give other students common room passwords. Sure, it would lead to some unfortunate accidents and serious accusations on and off but it was worth it. There was something personal about giving someone else your house password. Some sort of childish excitement would course through you as you whispered it in their ear, watching out for people of both your houses. It was all innocent fun, afterall.

Now you’re probably wondering why we’re giving George Weasley our passwords occasionally. Well, it’s because we’re friends. And we enjoy each other’s company. And he’s really good at transfiguration. The first time you did it, it was because somebody in your house had a horrible accident with one of the twins’ products. He’d been able to reverse the damage, but he needed to get into the common room. Then, it just sort of evolved from there. He’d offered to give you the Gryffindor password loads of times, but your anxiety would have never let you just waltz into the Gryffindor common room, anyway.

Besides, as it turned out, the Ravenclaws had the best ideas for the twins’ products and even helped them with particularly difficult pieces of magic. Some really good inventions were born in the Ravenclaw common room in the middle of school nights. You were proud to say you’d had a hand in one or two of them yourself. And George would just beam at you with something more than mischief glittering in his eyes.

You found that same look in his eyes tonight as he calmly held the box in one hand as if it weighed nothing. Maybe it had nothing inside. “Oh come on, L/N.” He dragged himself forward until he was right by your table with his elbow propped up on it. “When have I ever done anything-“ he placed the box between the two of you, “to break your trust in me?” He held you with a gaze that had you almost melting.

You chuckled and shook your head. “Honestly, George, sometimes I just wonder how it's possible for someone to be so sure of themselves like you are.” You ignored his appalled look and went back to your essay. You tried to get your work done early this year and stop procrastinating for once, at least.

“Hey”, he whispers and taps the back of your hand. His tone had lost a bit of the cheeky nature and he sounded... sincere. “Won’t you close your eyes for me? Just for a bit?”

You blinked at him for a few seconds, taking in his features. They were soft and no longer childish. Something felt different. Biting the inside of your cheek, you put down your quill and nodded, a small smile of defeat playing on your lips.

“Alright, but I swear George Weasley, if I wake up tomorrow with a large goitre at the end of my neck...”

He shook his head and took your hand in his. “I promise. You won’t wake up tomorrow with a large goitre at the end of your neck.”

The specificity of the promise threw you off. “George...”

You looked around again, uneasy. The two other occupants of the room were far beyond the realm of consciousness. One was sprawled across a settee, and the other had their head atop a large book, their snoring audible from where you were sitting. You couldn't blame them. It was well past midnight, and there was no burden of schoolwork for good fee days. And the moonlight really did make the room look more serene than it already was.

George squeezed your hand. “Just... relax, Y/N. Nothing bad’s going to happen.” He sounded like he was reassuring himself more than you. Still weary, however, you closed your eyes and let yourself breath. He wouldn’t do something entirely horrible to you now would he? Admittedly, you two did have very different understandings of the word.

You felt him shift in his seat, not letting go of your hand. In a moment, you felt his hair brush against your forehead and you nearly jolted before his lips grazed yours slightly. You felt your breath hitch and your hand shake slightly. You didn’t want to open your eyes.

You hadn’t always harboured feelings for George. When you first heard of the twins they had barely registered in your mind. With time though, you found them charming and friendly. George had been friendlier and more observant. He’d noticed you awkwardly standing there with your friends as they waited in line for a pygmy puff or a canary cream. You’d tried the canary cream once upon your friend’s insistence and you found that you actually enjoyed that short minute of avian freedom.

That’s what pushed you to go help with the makings of other products. Your skill at charms proved particularly useful. And in those little moments when you’d figured out something and you’d do a little bow and a dance and George would hug you so tight you couldn’t breath and you’d catch Fred eyeing the two of you mischievously, you couldn’t help but wonder...

So now, with his face inches away from yours, how could you open your eyes and break that wonderful bubble you were in? Instead you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, mustering all the confidence you can find. You feel him sigh(was he nervous???) and happily return the kiss.

Once you broke away, you found his hand still tightly clutching yours and you couldn’t help but find that adorable. You looked up to meet his eyes. A sheepish smile on his face, he looked at you expectantly. “Kept my promise, didn’t I?” He got out in a bare whisper and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Then, you remembered. “But what was the box for?” You reached out to it and opened it. It was empty. Your jaw dropped. You looked back at him and he was rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “Would you believe me if I told you that it’s a new product that’s invisible?”

You stared at him until it dawned on you what the box was really for. In all your years, you’d have never thought George Weasley would be nervous about something. You simply took his hand in yours again.

“George. I told you, I trust you completely.” You said with a glint in your eyes. He simply relaxed under your touch and with new confidence bubbling inside him, he leaned forward to kiss you again. And you did, of course, trust him. That is, until the next morning when you opened your window to let in a canary that immediately turned into George sweeping you up in a hug with a hasty ‘Good morning!’ before class. You really didn’t know what to expect with him but you knew that it was always something that you looked forward to.

[captainlynxx]

Posting every gay for pride month

Post 5/30

The “Ianto Jones Bisexuality Rant ™️” is all I can think about right now like bro it hit HARD.

[hood-ex]

Also, I can't buy this "fear of heights" thing Dick's suddenly going through because we're literally talking about the man that jumped 105,000 ft to the ground for fun. Like you can't take someone who previously had a skydiving hobby and then, out of nowhere, be like, "Actually, he's scared of jumping and riding in planes now." Like what are you talking about 😭? There better be a damn good reason for this.

[tatakaeeren]

"His Butler, Taking Off"

[cellgatinbo]

signature cellbit moment

[heddachedda]

Also don’t act like either Remus or Sirius was fit to raise a child remember when Sirius physically pushed Harry out of the way so he could fight snape 😭😭😭 Harry was between those bitches like “look me in the eyes this isn’t you”