#Why Am I Like This

[cookieluverr]

[nowyoursoulisforfeit]

Hey, why the fuck do I have a drafted post with nothing but a picture of Percy’s death scene and the words “Rest now” underneath?

It’s my post.

No one else did this to me.

What the fuck, me? What’s your problem inner self?

[jom-jageun-mochi]

Me: just vibing and watching MHA

*anytime this mofo comes on the screen*

My IRL man:

[crow-winged-wolf]

Story I've been writing for 10+ years? No motivation.

Story I've been writing for 3 months? I put a steady 2-3 well written pages in a night.

[fernhelm]

fern when i did my petey p deep dive the other day i was thinking about the connotations of his name potensh coming from simon peter…… bc of the whole kinda self-serving changeability of his denial of jesus thing…… imagining pete at de meetings like ‘james?? i don’t think i know a james’……. but also ur rb was craaaaazy!! picture me nodding my head in complete agreement

kara this sent me down a hole…..i agree the denial of jesus is the most peter pettigrew thing about disciple peter…besides the devotion and being defined in terms of servitude (a slave and apostle)

i love the part where peter’s like ‘no man, im your ride or die, swear’ and jesus is like ‘no im saying you WILL deny me’ and peter’s like ‘nuh uh’

and then has a breakdown later. he’s so dramatic (both of them). being like ‘hey everyone else could leave you and i’d be the only one left. i’ll never leave you’ is VERY peter pettigrew. he wants to get the best grade in discipleship. also so sneaky and pettigrew that he says all that to his face and then when he’s afraid for his life it’s i do not know that man. ‘james? potter? never really crossed paths.’ meanwhile he was concocting machiavellian plots all 7 years at hogwarts trying to beat sirius for title of james’ best friend. peter!!!! peters!!!

however i don’t believe that peter pettigrew is having a breakdown like disciple peter, oh no. he is viciously satisfied with his work. we’re working with a ‘if i can’t have you then you need to die’ kind of mindset. in my heart of hearts i believe that peter pettigrew has such deep twisted psychosexual love for james potter that it could only be approximated by the j&j dynamic. like cunty peter pettigrew giving james potter a kiss on the cheek and just after: ‘GUARDS! SEIZE HIM!’ you know he would.

also sirius has to be my biblepeter in this whole allegory (holy shit we’re talking about harry potter aren’t we) because of this interaction in john 21 where jesus is like ‘do you love me?’ three times and he says yes over and over and jesus keeps saying then feed my sheep, like take care of my people. it’s such a james&sirius dynamic, especially if harry is the sheep in question. just the idea of james being like ‘do you love me? take care of my son’, and sirius wanting to but failing. because harry was always the sacrificial lamb :(

[billiuspendragon]

me: I'm going to show this thing to the friend who might slightly disapprove of it because I don't let people's opinions affect me and it'll be FUNNY

Person: *disapproves*

Me: ough uoph eughah *dies*

[libra-cant-just-dance]

Mirrored Walls was supposed to be short and it's already about to surpass the word count of Tainted City. What have I done

[trulyblockedout]

I think it speaks for itself.

No pressure tagging: @nox-ceur, @nyx91, @legacyshenanigans and anyone else who wants to join!

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[whenthewallfell]

aw yeah time to get really excited about an idea and then totally psych myself out of doing it because what if it turns out Bad

[singswan-springswan]

In a happy world where Jason is legally resurrected and gets to go to college like he's always dreamed of

[bluegirldreams]

[cult-of-the-girl-offensive]

False.

(this is a joke)

The other day i saw someone on here getting mad at someone else and saying "What? you don't think social democracy is a viable path towards communism??" or something to that effect and like.....i think we've known since 1919 that social democracy is only good at shooting communists in the back and dumping them in a canal.

[uzguncilek]

Hi cutie

[kyofloral]

[swansdiary]

i love being sensitive. i love feeling love and giving it to others. i cannot imagine a day when i'm not feeling all my emotions with such primal rawness.

[olivianott]

FROTHING!!

This looks like it’ll be GOOD 🫠 👏👏

And the pictures 😏 the backwards cap is a weapon fr 😭

I’m excited for what’s next 🖤

Thin Ice

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Your friends drag you to a hockey game, but halfway through you lock eyes with Theo. You can’t help but feel a strong pull toward him. Deciding to shoot your shot with the player.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Hockey AU, flirting, tons of tension, explicit language, hockey!theo, dom!theo

A/N: Starting this series for my babe @amiableness I hope you enjoy it because this is just the start! Also BIG shoutout to my girl @westcanaan82 for the hockey!theo render. Definitely go Check out her page because she makes me DROOOOL

The arena was packed, and the noise was overwhelming as you sat in your seat, begrudgingly dragged there by your friends. You were scrolling through your phone, totally uninterested in the game unfolding before you.

But then… it seemed out of nowhere. A tall and muscular figure on the ice caught your attention. Fuck he’s hot. It was player number 13, Theo, whose piercing eyes were fixed on you through his helmet.

You felt a smirk growing on your lips before he nodded his head up at you and skated along the ice. Shuffling a puck with his hockey stick with ease. The game going on. Fuck maybe this game isn’t too boring. You held your phone in your hand but your gaze settled on him on the ice. Suddenly gaining an interest in this sport.

After he shot a puck into the goal he pumped his fist in the air but you swore he looked over at you. Throwing you a flirty wink. And trust me, he fucking did. At this point, Theodore was trying to show off for you. Hoping he would get your attention. Craving your attention.

The game ended, and his team had won the match. But after all the eyefucking you two did you wanted to stay back in hopes to see that same player. “I’ll catch up with you guys later!” Your friends gave you a knowing look while they walked out. You slowly moved around the now quiet arena.

A few minutes later, you started to feel defeated, thinking he must’ve left but that’s when you heard a low and deep Italian accent. “I noticed you in the crowd…Seemed to be pretty glued to that phone of yours.”

Bright cherry red painted across your cheeks as you turned around. Quickly tucking your phone away in your purse, you gave the hockey player a small sheepish smile. “Uh…Yeah, sorry…It’s just not really my thing I guess.”

But when your gaze settled upon the player, he wasn’t in the same gear from on the ice. Oh no. he was now in a tight under-armor top, showing off his muscular and toned torso along with a pair of black sweatpants. Freshly out of the shower, his brown locks clung to his forehead. The smell of his body wash was rich and intoxicating as it wafted all around you. Fuck me.

“Not your thing, huh? What is your thing then?”

Theo asked, his taunting tone hinting with flirtatiousness. Feeling the way your heart skipped from his words. His deep voice. Fucking hell. You hesitated for a moment, your fingers anxiously playing with the rings you wore. “I don’t know…Reading…Movies.”

Replying to the Italian, he ran a hand through his wavy hair, slicking it back and giving you a charming smile. “A reader. Interesting….” Theodore said in the same teasing tone before sticking out his hand and you matched him, giving your own and shaking it. The second your hands met, a spark pulsated through your body.

“Nott. Theodore Nott. But you can call me Theo, Cara.”

The charming accent rolled off his tongue smoothly as you both exchanged names. You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to one leg. Bringing your confidence out. Something you always had. “Anyways…What’s interesting about me reading?” You asked, giving him a bratty little grin.

Theo cocked an eyebrow, scoffing under his breath as he took a step before you. Eyeing you up and down fully. “Ah, I’m not sure. Just interesting…What do you like to read?” He questioned as he casually leaned closer toward you.

You tried to focus but his voice, his words were so smooth it sent little shivers down your spine. "Umm… mostly romance— Stuff like that." You mentally chastised yourself for sounding so fucking cliche. He seemed very interested in you…Maybe even so much so that you could get some hockey player action.

Theo gave you a lazy smile and your heart fluttered, feeling the tension building between you both. "Romance, huh? That’s fitting." You raised an eyebrow, confused. What the fuck was he on about? “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, leaning even closer towards you. “You look like the romantic type….Soft…sweet— Y’know?.” Your cheeks burned again. Was he flirting with you? This couldn’t possibly be real. This was something out of the novels you’d read.

“Oh— Thanks I guess?” A sea of giggles freed from your lush lips. The same ones Theo’s eyes were burning into now. He stalked toward you as you walked back until you were pinned against the white brick wall of the ice rink.

He carefully took a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger while his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “Can I get the pretty girl's number, hm?” He asked, remaining not only charming but… cocky. Drawing you to him even more.

It seemed that your confidence exuded his own to creep out. But fuck did you like it. A confident man like this? Damn. “Huh…I’m not sure. Can you?” Teasing him right back you subtly bit your lower lip to fight back the giggles that wanted to escape from within.

“Fuckin’ tease. Isn’t that right?”

Theodore now pinned both of his hands above your head, practically towering over your tiny frame. “Perhaps just a little bit…” Breathing out your words, your gaze danced along with his ocean eyes. Feeling your heart thump hard against your chest.

“I like a tease…A challenge…” His tone now held something of mischief, giving him a different vibe. And fuck, your whole body was fucking feeling it. “Yeah?” You asked, bringing out more of your sultry tone, keeping your lips slightly parted as you glanced down to his own.

That was it. Theo was going to come in hot. Make his move. Smash his lips to yours. But just as he was millimeters away from ravishing you a loud shout was heard. “—Nott! Back in the locker room!” His fucking coach. What a cock block. Theo rolled his eyes and cursed in Italian under his breath.

“We aren’t finished here…” He replied to you lowly, throwing up his pointer finger to his couch. He reached into his pocket. Pulling out a pen and taking your arm. Feeling the tickle of his scribbling, He wrote something on it as you sat there dumbfounded.

Once he was done, you scanned over your forearm. In sloppy handwriting was written his number followed by “Text me, Tesoro ;)” giggling at his little winky face as you nodded your head.

With that, he walked off with his coach to the locker room. That night you got home thinking of everything and anything that could have happened if his damn trainer didn’t interrupt you two. That’s when you decided to send him a flirty yet risky text…

Ahhhh the start of hockey!theo 🏒🥅⛸️

Really hope y’all enjoyed im too excited to continue on with this au! ATP I have so many and STILL have some In the back of my mind help lol

As always asks and requests are open my sweet peas 💋

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