#hes so dry and sarcastic and i love him. he and harry are so snarky i love them

[psycho394]

Found this in Pinterest(not mine), and felt it criminal not to repost it. Lol, this is too good XD

Snape being a rapper, Slytherins be vibing

[sxvxrxssnape]

i honestly cannot get the idea of snape bowing sarcastically at umbridge out of my head. snape outrunning a hippogriff. snape writing poetry. severus "would you like me to do it now? or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?" snape. snape referring to himself in the third person when he comes up behind harry and ron in cos "or maybe, he's waiting to hear why you two did not arrive on the school train". snape hiding behind a suit of armor and walking out with a dramatic "it is i, severus snape!". robes billowing. the scowling. peaceing tf out by literally throwing himself out the window.

why do people hate this man. he's hilarious.

[watchmegetobsessed]

okay!! so maybe even a short imagine about Harry and y/n getting in a full brown fight because his cockiness (this man is so cocky I can’t) anyway- it’s driving her insane! You can have it go any way you want! Just an idea hehe ;) xx P.s. I ❤️ ur writing

a/n: i’ve been trying to come up with an idea for this one and then i thought about this little something and typed it out, hope you’ll like it!

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You love Harry. You really do. But sometimes… you need to remind yourself about that. A lot. Like when he just doesn’t know when to stop, when you’ve had enough and he is just pushing it further and further until you wish he would just…you are not saying that out.

Tonight is one of those times. You’ve had a long day, your boss has been up in your ass way too far and you had to deal with some incompetent colleagues and you just ran out of patience by the time you got home. For your luck, Harry, your boyfriend of three years chose today to bring some extra cockiness into his attitude.

As the two of you head out to meet a few friends, you try your best to keep your cool as he has a whitty comeback to everything you say. Nothing slips by him without a comment or a snarky remark and it just keeps you boiling more and more. You know he doesn’t mean in a wrong way, it’s just how he is sometimes, when he is so high on energy, when he’s had a particularly good day so he is feeling confident in his skin. It’s all just jokes, but you can’t really laugh at them when you’ve been through such a rough day and you just want to be… left alone.

Sitting at the bar you’re sipping on your drink, hoping the alcohol is gonna loosen you up a bit. Harry is in his element, joking around, dropping his usual sarcastic comments, being his cocky self that you’d adore any other day, but not tonight.

“Y/N, are you sure everything’s alright?” Sarah questions when she notices that you’ve been staying quiet for a while, but it’s all because you’re biting your tongue so you don’t start a fight with Harry.

“I’m fine,” you force a smile to your face, taking another sip from your vodka cranberry, that’s got way more vodka than cranberry juice.

“Have another drink, babe. Don’t be shy,” Harry comments, giving your thigh a squeeze, but you pull away, brushing his hand off of yourself. It seems to give him a warning sign, he eyes you curiously, trying to find out what’s wrong, but you keep your stare at the table in front of you, ignoring him.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” he asks lowering his voice so only you can hear him talk.

“I said I’m fine.”

“You definitely don’t seem fine,” he chuckles lightly, but it’s the last straw for you.

“And what are you gonna do about that, have another cocky comment about me? You seem to have many of those today,” you growl under your breath, finishing your drink. “Excuse me,” you mumble before sliding out of your seat and heading out to the back terrace to have some fresh air before you jump at Harry’s throat.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t let you have a moment to you, he follows right behind, standing tall in front of you as you lean against the brick wall.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What did I do?” he asks, seemingly genuinely worried about your odd behavior.

“I’m just… fucking done with you right now, okay?” “Would you tell me why?”

“Stop nagging me, Harry!” you snap at him, desperately needing to get away from him before you blow up.

“I will if you fucking talk to me!”

“You are driving me fucking crazy, today!” you growl rolling your eyes. “You are commenting on everything I do, making jokes of everything I say, being this cocky fucker and I just can’t tolerate this right now!”

You are raging. And you’re not too proud of the way you just snapped at him, but you just can’t help it. He came onto you and brought it to himself.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you just tell me to stop then? Am I supposed to read your mind?!”

“No! But you are supposed to… read the signs!”

“What signs?!” he asks with a dry laugh. “You haven’t really talked to me much since you’ve gotten home, how am I supposed to know what’s wrong?!”

“That’s the sign, Harry! No talking is a sign!” you almost scream at him. “Jesus, you make me so fucking mad!” you groan, feeling the tears forming in your eyes. You’re tired, had enough and you can’t control your emotions any longer. You hate it, but crying comes to you way too easy in situations like this. You make an attempt to walk past him, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back while you’re already trying to swallow your tears, with not much success.

“Hey, hey, hey. Come on, don’t just walk away,” he starts in a way more soothing tone. His hands slide down to your hands, bringing them up to your mouth as he kisses your knuckles. “I’m sorry, okay? Just please talk to me.”

“I just…” you breathe out shakily. “I had a bad day and your snarky comments and cocky remarks didn’t help, alright?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me to stop? I would never do anything to upset you on purpose.”

“I… don’t know. Thought you’d read the room and just stop,” you shrug, though you know you’re at blame here as well. Should have told him straightforward that you are not up for his funny little games.

“Baby, you know how much I suck at reading those so called signs,” he breathes out, gently cupping your face in the palm of his hand. “I’m a man, we are dumb. Just tell me to fuck off next time and I’ll know my place.”

You chuckle lightly as he pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head as he rocks the two of you from side to side, running his hands up and down on your back in a soothing manner.

“I’m sorry. I’ll keep my mouth shut now. Do you want to go back or want to go home?”

“I don’t want to be the party pooper. Let’s stay,” you mumble into his chest.

“Let’s have another drink and then we head home, how does that sound?”

“Good,” you nod pulling back from him. Leaning down he kisses you softly, his fingers dance down your neck, tickling a bit that makes you giggle.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he smirks, pecking your smiling lips shortly. “You still hate me for being a cocky asshole?” he asks teasingly.

“I never hated you.”

“Yeah? So you still love me?” Nuzzling his nose against yours, his lips are brushing against yours as he speaks.

“Mhm,” you nod, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Can you say it for me? I want to hear it.”

“I love you,” you mumble into his lips, kissing him with a relieved sigh.

“Love you too.”

[farfromsugafanfic]

Not So Silent Night

Genre: Quarantine Romance, slight Enemies To Lovers, Neighbors AU, Fluff, slight Angst

Pairing: Namjoon/ Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Namjoon hadn’t intended to spend much time in his tiny apartment. And then a pandemic broke out. Now he’s stuck dealing with his noisy neighbor, you.

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Namjoon thought he was in the clear that Wednesday night. He'd heard the opening and closing of your front door, the clink of your keys in the lock, and the rustle of the groceries in your arms. He knew it was your Friday, which meant you'd usually turn on music while you cleaned your tiny apartment, or a play a movie on full blast while you devoured an entire pizza yourself.

It was nearly 9 pm and he hadn't heard a peep from you, not even the true crime podcast you sometimes put on. Namjoon, unlike you, had worked from home for months now. Even though most of his time at work was spent in his private studio, he had nearly an identical set up in his apartment.

He was still working, albeit, not on the songs he produced for other artists, but on his own. He'd just started editing the melody when heard the familiar bass chords of "What Makes You Beautiful". It was your favorite song to torture him with. Namjoon had nothing against the British boyband you seemed to love so much, that was until you started them playing them loudly at odd hours.

Namjoon sighed, pausing his work and rubbing his temples. He really needed to save up for a good pair of noise canceling headphones, although he wouldn't find it surprising if you somehow managed to invade his eardrums right away.

He tried to continue working, turning his headphones all the way up. Yet, all he could focus on was the way he heard the familiar bass line restart when the song ended.

Namjoon groaned and threw his headphones onto his desk. He'd only moved into this tiny apartment because the rent was cheap and he hadn't intended to spend much time in it. Then, a pandemic hit and suddenly, Namjoon was confined to four menacing white walls with the only company being his noisy neighbor, you.

He waited a half hour before he walked down the stairs to your apartment. Even though the city was under quarantine, the apartment building was snug and it was nearly impossible not to come into contact with each other. Securing his mask over his ear, he knocked on your door.

"Yes?" you asked, answering the door as if you'd been expecting him. You, too, had just finished looping the mask around your ear. It was a bright polka dot pattern that distracted Namjoon long enough that he managed to speak before noticing that your oversized T-shirt made it look like you weren't wearing shorts.

"Can you please keep it down, Y/N? It's the middle of the week for me and I have a Zoom call at 8 am tomorrow."

"That sounds like your problem," you said, leaving your door open as you tied the top of the trash bag you'd been getting ready to take out when Namjoon knocked.

A glint of annoyance passed over Namjoon's eyes and even from under your mask he could make out your familiar smirk from the way your eyebrows rose.

"Do you even own headphones?" he asked, crossing his arms. He didn't notice the way your eyes swept over his biceps and chest with his movement.

"They hurt my ears," you said, shrugging. Grabbing the trash bag by the tied top and heading back for your front door. "Now, be a doll and take this out for me? My legs hurt from work."

Namjoon looked at you with his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He didn't say anything as you shoved the bag into his hands.

"What? Why are looking at me like that?" you paused, dialing down your attitude for a moment. "Listen, if you do this, I'll turn it off so you can get your beauty sleep."

He watched as you reached up and pat his shoulder. Your nail polish was chipping and the gleam from your gold promise ring dulled. His eyes traced as your hand left the fabric of his T-shirt and came to the doorknob of your front door.

"Goodnight Namjoon," you said, shutting the door.

Namjoon stood in the hallway, his lips parted and a small breath. He scoffed as the familiar bassline blasted from your apartment.

✦✧✦✧

You'd had a long day. Work was keeping you at least an hour over every day and you felt your feet ache as slipped off your shoes. Even though you just wanted to fall into bed, you changed and washed your hands first, doing your best to feel clean before your skin hit the sheets. As a Pharmacy Technician, you were essential, and even if most of your job was counting pills and performing customer service, right now it was harder than ever.

With only ten hours until you had to be at work, you ordered food and eyed the laundry that was beginning to spill over the edge of the hamper like waves over a jetty. You sighed, taking out your phone and putting on music. You gathered up your clothes and laundry soap. Pocketing your keys and a handful of quarters dug out of the bottom of your purse, you made your way to the basement laundry room.

You let the music play. While you weren't particularly trying to get your tall neighbor's attention, or get on his nerves, like you usually were, you secretly hoped you'd get to catch a glimpse of his signature white T-shirt against his bronzed skin.

Loading your clothes into the shared washer, your phone began to ring and your boyfriend's face flashed across the screen. He was smiling widely in the picture, his hair swept back by the coastal breeze. At one point, it had been your favorite photo of him. Now, it just felt like a sweet apple that turned out to be poison.

You ignored the call and poured the detergent into the machine. Inserting the quarters, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You'd heard his feet on the stairs enough, that you recognized the soft one, two pattern as he made his way downstairs.

"I think the whole complex knows you're a fan of One Direction now," Namjoon said, coming into view. His hands were empty, having obviously come down purely because of your disruption.

"So be it," you said, starting the machine and glancing down as the music stopped and your phone rang again. You frowned as you rejected the call.

Namjoon noticed, his brow furrowing as his eyes glanced down at the phone in your hand. "You should've answered. At least you'd be less of a bother."

The two calls and the exhaustion weighed you down and felt yourself drifting below the surface. "I'm really not in the mood right now, Namjoon. Maybe tomorrow."

His sarcastic smile faltered. "If you don't want me to bother you, then don't play your music so loud." He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles becoming more prominent as the fabric of his T-shirt stretched to accommodate the new position. You had no idea how he stayed so toned with the apartment gym shut down and such a small apartment.

"Maybe you should invest in earplugs."

"Maybe you should invest in headphones."

You scoffed and headed back upstairs, not feeling the banter. Your neck and shoulders were tense and you just wanted to finish your laundry and pass out for the night.

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Namjoon didn't think much of your sour mood. It was obvious that it extended beyond him since you rejected the phone call. He stood in the laundry room for a few moments and watched your laundry spin around in the washer.

He remembered back to the week before when you forced him to take out your garbage. A thought crossed his mind and he wondered if a good prank would lift your spirits.

With most coin operated washers, the doors locked right after the money is inserted and the washer starts. The ones at your apartment complex, however, had a loophole. Hitting the coin return button a few times, the quarters you'd entered fell into the coin return and the machine slowed to a stop.

Waiting a few moments to make sure you weren't coming back, he opened the door and took your wet clothes out of the dryer. He pocketed the coins, reminding himself to use them for your clothes later. Setting them on top of the washer, he rushed up to his apartment and grabbed his own laundry, starting it.

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The timer went off a half hour later. You were halfway through eating dinner but paused to go switch loads. You knew between your boyfriend' incessant calls and the hour long drying cycle, you were not going to get to sleep any time soon.

Shuffling down to the laundry room, you didn't even bother to throw on music this time. The heaviness in your eyes wouldn't be cured with Harry's sweet voice as usual.

Opening the door to the washer, your clothes were not there. A stroke of panic ran down your spine as your eyes darted across the row of washers, wondering if you had gone to the wrong one. All the other doors were open. You felt a stirring in your stomach as your mind raced with what to do.

"Lose something?"

You turned to see Namjoon coming down the stairs, carrying a laundry basket full of your wet clothes. Your heart beat out of your chest, your vision went black as your mind processed the sight.

"What the fuck, Namjoon?" you asked, yanking the basket from him. Tears came to your eyes as you looked down at the sopping wet clothes.

Namjoon's eyes widened at his words, having expected a snarky quip from you, he released his grip on the basket easily. Fishing for the quarters in his pocket, he held them out to you.

"God, I'm gonna get absolutely no sleep tonight," you said, shoving your half washed clothes back into the washer.

"Y/N?" he asked, his voice soft. "What's wrong?"

Once you'd restarted the washer, placing your body physically in front of it to block Namjoon from tampering with it once again, you eyed him.

"I'm only gonna get a few hours of sleep," you said, your voice surprisingly level. "My work clothes are in there." You leaned back against the washer, sighing as you looked down at the time on your phone.

"I-I'm--"

"Save it, Namjoon," you said. "Listen, I know we have this sort of relationship where we mess with each other. But, I'm really not in the mood for it tonight."

Namjoon tried to move towards you, but stopped himself, unsure of exactly what he was going to do or how he could help. He'd never seen you like this before. Dark circles around your eyes, your hair stringy and tousled from running your hands through it, and your posture so tense. Even though the lower half of your face was covered with a bright green mask, he could still make out your frown behind the fabric.

"Just le--" You were cut off by your phone's vibration.

Despite Namjoon having caused your distress, whoever kept calling you made your brow furrow and eyes water in a way that left Namjoon wanting to answer the phone and find out what they had done to you.

"Is everything okay?" he asked. "Who keeps calling you?"

Glancing down at the washer it had now moved onto the second cycle, you ignored. Meeting Namjoon's eyes, it hurt your chest to see the concern in them. After seeing you like this, after getting annoyed with him, he still worried about you.

"Just leave me alone, Namjoon."

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It was midnight on Wednesday night when the sound of yelling overtook the melody in his headphones. At first, he didn't think much of it. Many couples lived in the complex, and an occasional fight wasn't uncommon. Then, he heard your voice.

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"Jae-ho, what are you doing here? I told you you couldn't come."

"I just want to see you, baby." There was a softness in his voice, but it didn't reach his eyes. You'd been dodging his calls and texts for the past few days, hoping he would get the hint.

"Not until your test comes back negative," you said. "Plus, we really shouldn't be seeing each other that much. Especially since I'm still working."

Your boyfriend let out a long sigh and moved to walk inside. You blocked him, shutting the door slightly and wedging yourself in the gap. This only made him more frustrated, his hands reaching out to touch you.

You let him, allowing his hand to brush your own. You knew it was unlikely your boyfriend would get a positive result, his exposure limited and brief. But you couldn't risk it.

"Are you not scared of spreading it to me? To anyone?"

"I don't have it, babe. I've told you."

"You were still required to get tested. And since I see so many vulnerable people at work, I can't risk it." This wasn't the first time this was an issue. You'd been tested twice already. You job required you to come into contact with people all day, and more than a few confirmed cases had come through your pharmacy.

Jae-ho had had an issue those times too. Coming over when you'd told him not to, calling you until he got sick of dialing your number. You weren't sure how much longer you could take this.

"Are you cheating on me?"

The question lingered in the air as your mouth fell open in shock. Did he think that was the only reason you could not want to see him?

"No, of course not! I'm trying to protect you, Jae-ho!"

"I know you like that neighbor of yours. You still see him, don't you? Why do you see him and not me?"

"We're neighbors! This complex is so tiny, we can't help it!"

Your voice and his gradually rose with your emotions. You barely remember what either of you said after that, you only remembering sliding the promise ring off your finger and flinging it down the stairs.

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Namjoon walked down the stairs when he heard your door slam. He came upon your boyfriend, scoffing at your door. When he met the other man's eyes, Namjoon's immediately narrowed.

"Of course," Jae-ho said. He shook his head and walked down the stairs, pausing at the next landing. He bent down to retrieve something and Namjoon stopped focusing on the other man, reaching up to knock on your door.

Namjoon's knuckles didn't even make contact with your door before he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Jae-ho stood a few steps down and held out the gold promise ring you always wore.

"Give this back to Y/N," he said. "I don't want it either."

He handed Namjoon the ring before turning around and leaving for good.

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"Y/N?" Namjoon's voice cut through the dark silence of your apartment. You'd everything outside, but not realized that it was Namjoon Jae-ho was talking to. "Are you okay?

You opened the door. You tried to wipe your tears before Namjoon could take in your figure, but it was fruitless. When your eyes met his, you saw his heartbreaking at the sight of you.

"I'm okay."

"No, you're not," Namjoon said, waiting for you to give the okay for him to enter your apartment. You knew that there was no hiding from Namjoon. The two of you literally lived on top of one another and saw each other almost daily when you did the laundry or took the trash out. There was nearly no way to avoid Kim Namjoon for long.

You moved aside and closed the door behind him. Flopping down on your bed, you looked up at him. "Sorry if we woke you up."

Namjoon shook his head. "You didn't."

"Sorry to interrupt your work then," you said, feeling like you owed the man an apology for more than just this one night. "I didn't mean for it to escalate like that."

Namjoon didn't say anything. He glanced around your apartment, sensing the way that his eyes on you made you uncomfortable.

"You don't need to apologize," he said. "For anything."

You stayed silent, hugging a pillow to your chest.

The silence wasn't tense, but it wasn't calm either. There was something lingering between you. Something keeping Namjoon in your apartment after making sure you were okay. And something that allowed you to let him in at all.

"You know, whenever I was upset or I had trouble sleeping. My mom would always make me milk and cookies. It seems counterintuitive that something sugary helped me sleep. But it never failed."

Namjoon left for his apartment for a moment, coming back with a package of chocolate chip cookies and two glasses of milk. He handed you one of the glasses and sat the package of cookies down beside you.

"Is it okay if I stick around? Just in case your boyfriend tries to come back," Namjoon said. He knew his explanation was flimsy. It was obvious when the man left that he did not intend on coming back.

"Yes," you said, reaching to pull out a cookie and dip it in the milk. "I'd like that."

The two of you ate in silence. Silence rarely occurred when you saw Namjoon, no matter how much he may want it to, but now, you could tell by the tension in his shoulders that it worried him.

"You know, I kinda look forward to hearing you every night," he said. "Lets me take a break from my work. Means I get to come see you."

You chuckled, smiling for the first time that night. "Why do you think I was always loud?" The crunch of a cookie filled your pause. "I knew you would always come complain."

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"I have a present for you, Y/N," Namjoon said.

It was the holidays now. Your family was far away and none of you wanted to get on a plane. It saddened you that you wouldn't be able to see your family, but Namjoon had become your solace. He'd usually hear when you got home and about ten minutes later, he'd appear at your door, asking what you were having for dinner that night. Most of the time, you ate together.

It was just like all those other nights, except you didn't have to work the next morning. Namjoon had met you by your door, takeout in hand, and a backpack slung over his shoulder.

Namjoon reached into his backpack and pulled out a wrapped package. The paper was a bit wrinkled, indicating he'd wrapped it himself. It made you smile.

"Oh, wait," you said, getting up and walking to the closet where you pulled out a similarly wrapped package. You handed it to him and looked down at his gift for you.

Tearing off the paper, you laughed when you noticed it was headphones. They were expensive too, which made your stomach turn thinking that he spent so much money on you.

"Open the box," he said, a smug smile on his face.

You ripped open the box, finding crumpled up paper. You felt around until you felt a thin object. Pulling it out. you found a CD.

"It's a mixtape. For you." Namjoon's eyes wandered around the room. "I--uh--hope you'll play it like you do One Direction."

You flung your arms around him, but he stopped you. "There's something else."

You looked down at the box quizzically before you began pulling out the paper. Reaching inside, you felt what you immediately recognized as a ring. Thoughts ran through your mind as you pulled it out.

It was your promise ring from Jae-ho, shinier than when you had last seen it. "He wanted me to give it back to you. But, I knew it might be painful. I had it cleaned and engraved for you."

You turned the ring to see the engraving on the inside: Be Loud - KNJ

[thenightling]

Rules for writing a good Dracula

As I did not like the BBC / Netflix Dracula but I do love Castlevania and most depictions of Dracula (I also don’t like the NBC version) this is a list of rules for writing a good Dracula based on my own observations.  Note: This post is purely opinion.

1.  Keep the traditional powers.  i.e. turning into a bat, wolf, mist, and summon storms.  Stop trying to “modernize” by changing how those powers work or removing the powers entirely.  He’s not a skinwalker.   He’s Count Dracula.

2.  Let him have some sympathetic traits but also let him enjoy what he is.  This requires a careful balancing act.  You do NOT want to make Dracula too emo but at the same time romantic depictions can still be predatory and fun.  See Frank Langella’s Dracula.

3.   He should not look younger than thirty-years-old.  Dracula can age and de-age at will.  If you use the Vlad the Impaler backstory that means he died around the age of forty-five (at the youngest).   So that should be the “base” age.  The youngest he appears.   He is not Edward Cullen. He does not need to be a pretty boy.  

4.  Inventing new lore is okay.  Inventing new powers is okay.  However if the new lore makes no sense under scrutiny it probably should be scrapped:  .i.e. “The reason I don’t like crosses, sunlight, and need an invitation is because I’m afraid of dying.” or “My victims all turn into zombies so I keep them in tiny storage crates in my castle.  Even though a simple staking kills them.”

5.   Traditional weaknesses are okay and even new weaknesses are okay but he does NOT have to burn in the sun.  In the original Dracula novel he could walk about by day, he just could not shapeshift by day and it was his natural time of rest.  This is so rarely acknowledged now that it would actually be refreshing in film and TV.

6.   Dracula is not a snarky character. He can have moments of dry humor but jerry Lewis-esque “Laaadies!” and “I’m undead, not unreasonable” are groan worthy.   Using the excuse of “If you’re that old you’d be sarcastic” doesn’t fly.  Not every old person is snarky.    That goes right up there with Jerry in the Fright Night remake going “Your girlfriend is ripe!”  Just no.     

7.   If he cries someone dies.   This does not have to be taken literally but just know in most modern depictions of Dracula, whether Hammer Horror, Hellsing, Fred Saberhagen, or even Marvel Comics, if he should cry- that means he’s going to rampage in some way.

8.    Yes, Dracula IS bi or pan, you cowards.    Dracula is often bisexual in pop culture  If you’re upset by this, you really haven’t paid attention.  There was a reason Universal Studios said to not let him bite men on camera in 1931.   Marvel’s Dracula, Dario Argento’s Dracula, Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula das Musical, and various other depictions in pop culture have been confirmed as bisexual.   Seriously, guys, his predecessor, Carmilla, was a lesbian and written as a lesbian in 1870, so grow up.

9.    Fangs are not straws.  Fangs are for piercing the skin and then the lips form a seal over those wounds.  This is why he usually goes for major arteries.  You don’t need ‘straw teeth” when puncturing a major artery.  Also, where would the blood go?  That’s the upper jaw, you’d get blood in the brain.   It makes no sense and renders the digestive tract useless.   

10.   Dracula is not Satan, Cain, Abel, Judas, or any other Biblical figure.  Please stop trying to do this.  It’s not clever or new.  He can be warded with symbols of Faith, but that does not mean one specific Faith is truth and or that he’s the great adversary of that faith.  It has to do with the faith of the person using the symbol.  Note the line in the 1985 Fright Night “You have to have faith for that to work on me!”   Fred Saberhagen felt this was psychosomatic.  The vampire was accidentally psychically absorbing the belief of the person using the symbol as a weapon. In The Dresden Files Harry Dresden’s faith was in his pentacle instead of a cross.

[cnedirecticn]

I can’t agree with you enough. Also, while Niall is s snarky person etc, he’s also a sweetheart, and he can show that. I also think he needs to learn more about how fandom works, yes, but also, I don’t think we can ignore his team - maybe they think talking about ntmy and tour and stream is good and encourage Niall to be sarcastic since it worked well before (bc it wasn’t all he did). Also some people are being so rude and exaggerating, and we all know if this was harry or louis... lol

Hi! I do think that some of his jokes don't translate that well over social media: he has a very dry sense of humor and is very sarcastic, sometimes that gets lost via a text message, on the other hand it's true that he has been a bit more snarky with people on twitter (and i am in no way defending twitter stans, they're the most annoying fans and quite rude themselves a lot of times) and it just makes me sad. He only retweets tweets when people bought tickets or screenshots of people streaming NTMY but whenever someone dares to ask him about other singles or the album he snaps, whenever people they say they would buy tickets but they need to know about other tour dates he snaps and i just want him to acknowledge that a. fans who aren't able to financially support him (that sounds wrong but you know what I mean) are good fans too and b. that he has fans outside of the US who would like to see him (I get that planning a tour is stressful and that the tour manager does the most work and that he wants the US arenas to be sold out and whatnot but he can't yell at us to buy tickets and then be surprised that not all of us are from the US????). With that said, I do think that he has a social media manager (some intern who does the retweets??) but i think he does the replies himself and while some of them are funny some of them are really not and i need him to .... get that (on that note: while i do think that most replies are niall himself i just want to remind everyone of 2017 @louis and how everyone swore it wasnt louis but some intern because of the punctuation lmao i need the double standards to stop and I need larries to ask themselves if they're calling him out for the right reasons [I do know that there are ot5/ot4 larries that are genuinely upset but it seems like some people are only calling him out for the sake of calling him out, because their friends are calling him out, because they love being involved in drama and that's fucked up ) whoever is responsible for his account and this promo needs to make some changes: be nice to your fans, they're the ones who pay your bills; realise that NTMY probably wont be Slow Hands 2.0 no matter how hard you try (and realise that as far as I've seen loads of people prefer PALLOM); get on with the tour dates announcements and create some hype for the album! I don't know what's going on behind the scenes but no matter if it's Niall or his team fucking things up a bit for him I hope they see that some fans are not a fan of Niall's behaviour and of how things are panning out and i hope some things changes. I love Niall and I want him to succeed but not at the cost of fans' feelings.

[i-writing-is-hard-i]

Pilindiel (Draco)

This is a request from @pilindielofgondor I hope it’s okay its longer than I expected,

 (SORRY it’s so late though, I had a family emergency) 

I tried to do it in the third person, i’ve never written for Draco before, not properly anyway I’ve done some imagines, but nothing on this extent.

Pilindiel Gaunt is a transfer student, from Beaxbuton originally living in Spain.  she is placed in Slytherin, 

[WARNINGS] bullying.

Third-year had passed by so quickly, with all things considering.  Transferring to a new school had been difficult at the beginning.  The lessons alone were difficult, throw in the language barrier and Pilindiel Gaunt wanted nothing more than to quit.  Thankfully the young girl had known a few students, threw her father, with his job at the ministry in Spain he had made plenty of connections, which made the move to England a little easier for Pilindiel.  As much as she hated the dinners with the ‘purebloods’ it was handy for her to meet other students at Hogwarts.  Most of which were in Slytherin too.  For the first few months, Pilindiel would be hounded by other students curious about her heavy Spanish accent, all that quickly dwindled, the excitement of having a foreign student wore off, which was exactly what Pilindiel wanted.  It was obvious that most of those who spoke to her were false, in offering their friendship, whether it be because of her dad, or where she was from.  Thankfully she did make two genuine friends, Celeste and Judy.  

The fourth year was no less eventful, and now it was the start of the fifth year.  It was only the first week, and Pilindiel was already done, it felt as though work had doubled already.  Which meant more time in the library, which was where she was now, wanting to work on her potions homework in peace, so before grabbing a sit, Pilindiel went in search for the right book to help her.  As she was searching, she came across Neville Longbottom, who looked like he was struggling.  Pilindiel couldn’t help notice the book that was open in front of him, it was Potions.  Neville often struggled with potions, though she had a feeling it was more down to Professor Snape's teaching methods, rather than Neville’s inability.  Pilindiel, thought a moment, before deciding to offer to help him.

“Uh, Neville, do you need a hand?” she asked, the poor Gryffindor was shyer than her and that was saying something.   He looked up to her, thought a moment then nodded, so Pilindiel, took the seat beside him and talked him through it.  

By the end, it seemed like Neville and a basic understanding of the work.  

“Thank you” Neville smiled, Pilindiel could see a weight lift off his shoulders.  

“If you need anything else let me know” She offered before leaving him, and heading back to her dorm, before she had reached the stairs though, Pansy Parkinson approached her. “Saw you with Neville,” she said, her tone was mean as usual, when she spoke to Pilindiel, she really didn’t like the ‘new’ girl.

“I was helping him with his homework” Pilindiel replied softly.

“Why?” Pansy asked, in a snarky way.

“He needed help” Pilindiel continued.  Pansy looked you up and down, and as she opened her mouth to say something else, Draco and his friends walked through the door.  Pansy shut up and glared at Pilindiel then walked off.  Leaving Pilindiel standing there a little confused, Pansy was never particularly nice to her, but this was quite harsh.  Deciding not to dwell on it, Pilindiel continued onwards to her room.

A few days later, whilst walking to class, Draco, Pansy, and a few others were walking in front of Pilindiel, she couldn’t help overhear Pansy say something bad about her, but Draco stopped her, ‘Was he sticking up for me?’ Pilindiel thought.  Pansy didn’t look happy with that and since that day Pansy had become much more hostile towards Pilindiel, making snide comments whenever she walked passed.  Pilindiel had asked Celeste and Judy what was happening, their conclusion was jealousy.  It was no secret Pansy had a crush on Draco, but Pilindiel couldn’t figure out why Pansy would be jealous, her and Draco barely talked.  

A few months had passed since Pansy started bullying Pilindiel, she tried her best to ignore it, to not let it bother her, but it was getting harder and harder, Pilindiel tried her best to avoid Pansy.  Pansy would even pick up on how her brown hair could be untameable, of course, it was nothing like Hermione’s but the wavy length would often become frizzy if it wasn’t taken care off, Pansy would even mention how pale she was, comparing her to beasts, but she particularly liked to pick on Pilindiel’s accent, though the Spanish girl could speak excellent English.  One day all the bullying got too much, as soon as classes had finished Pilindiel took herself off to a quiet place to cry.  

She had barely let the tears out when a voice called out to her, she recognised who it was, Draco.  Pilindiel’s cheeks flushed red from embarrassment, someone had seen her cry.

“You okay?” he asked, sounding a little disgusted at first, but when Pilindiel turned round, his mood quickly changed.

“Uh, yeah, sorry” Pilindiel whispered.   Draco frowned.~ “Well, uh excuse me” Pilindiel continued walking off and heading to her dorm.  

She was so embarrassed that Draco had seen her crying, but days had passed and he hadn’t said anything to her.  However, he did seem to be making an effort to sit with her more often, including her in conversations.  Which was nice and awkward at the same time.  Pilindiel wasn’t keen on Draco, the way he talked to people, especially the Weasley’s and Harry Potter, but after spending some time with him, Pilindiel realised he wasn’t that bad of a person. He could actually be quite funny, he had a dry wit. She was starting to get along with him and it seemed like he enjoyed her company too, as he would often try and spend time with her alone.  It was a shame about how he was with people he didn’t like, and there was a lot.  

Pilindiel had also noticed that Pansy seemed to dislike her more, but at the same time, the bullying had stopped.

“So what do you think?” Draco asked, Pilindiel wasn’t fully paying attention, she had zoned out a little when Draco had started talking about Dumbledore being mad.

“Pilindiel?” he asked,

“Oh, uh” she wanted to say the truth, that she supports Dumbledore, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it, she had so many opinions in her head, but wording them was hard for her.  Draco waited for her reply though.  It was only the two of them talking, with their homework in front of them.

“Well, I don’t think Dumbledore’s mad” Pilindiel finally said.  

“You support Dumbledore?” Draco continued, he was staring at Pilindiel now.

“Yes” Pilindiel’s tone, Draco scrunched up his face but changed the topic.  Pilindiel expected there to be a backlash for her opinion, but it never came.  Instead he talked about Spain, asking Pilindiel questions about her former home.  

The conversation lasted over an hour, Draco had never heard Pilindiel talk so much, but he quite liked it and it cheered Pilindiel right up.  Draco found himself staring at Pilindiel, he hadn’t noticed before, but she had a faint scattering of freckles across her cheeks, standing out against her pale skin.  Her eyes reminded him of honey glistening in the light, and her voice was quite angelic to him, her accent only made it more so.  ‘Oh no’ he suddenly thought, Draco felt the blossom of a crush for his new friend.  His cheeks heated up, but Pilindiel was completely oblivious at that moment.  

That Christmas, Pilindiel went home, her parents insisted on it.  They wanted her to attend a dinner with the Malfoy’s, she wasn’t looking forward to that, but at least Draco would be there.  

Approaching the house, took her breath away, it was bigger than she had imagined, the Gaunt family was rich, but they weren’t as extravagant as the Malfoys.  Pilindiel and her parents were lead into the living room, where the Malfoy’s waited.  They were all suited up, looking very neat,  Pilindiel’s eyes lingered on Draco.  He looked quite handsome in his suit, with his black shirt and his hair slicked back.  Draco too found himself staring, Pilindiel had a lovely deep blue dress on, with Spanish influences thrown in.  she looked beautiful.  

After the food was served and eaten, Draco led Pilindiel upstairs to his room, where they could finally relax a bit.  

“Draco are you okay?” Pilindiel asked once the door was shut.  He had been acting strangely during the dinner.  

“Huh yeah, everything's fine”  Draco blushed.  Pilindiel smiled at him, only making the boys blush deepen.

“You look really huh, good in that dress, I mean lovely, huh” Draco stuttered suddenly.  

“Oh, uh, thank you” Pilindiel barely got the words out, she had never been called lovely before.  

“Yeah, huh” Draco quickly changed the subject, settling his thumping heart.  He started talking about quidditch, which Pilindiel wasn’t too keen on, but he was so she listened patiently.  The next topic of conversation was animals, which Pilindiel had a keen interest in.  though as far as she knew Draco didn’t, however, Draco wanted to hear her talk about something she was interested in. he really enjoyed the enthusiasm and passion in her tone.

He was watching her talk away, chirping in when he could with his usual dry humor, or sarcastic comment, but before he knew it, he was staring at her lips as the moved, the stood out in colour against her skin.  He wanted to kiss her, he never felt like that before, the more he watched the more the urge became unbearable, until he gave in, pressing his lips to hers.  Pilindiel froze, losing her train of thought, was this something she wanted?.  When Draco pulled away, he had expected Pilindiel to run, but she didn’t she looked down to her knees, he could see a blush forming on her cheeks, matching his own. He was going to apologise, but then Pilindiel looked back up to him, she didn’t realise how much she liked Draco, and how much she wanted him to kiss her again, she would have made the first move, but she was too shy to.  She hoped her expression would be enough, and it was,  Draco started leaning towards her, ready to kiss again, this time though he waited for her to meet him in the middle.  Which she did.  

Draco grabbed hold of her hand, holding it tightly in his.  Pilindiel had expected his hands to be cold, going by how pale his skin was, but it wasn’t it was warm and comforting.  When they pulled away, Pilindiel shared a bright smile, that Draco loved.  

“So, huh, wanna be my girlfriend?” Draco asked, he tried to sound confident, he was usually confident, but Pilindiel always made him so nervous.  

“Okay” Pilindiel nodded, she couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he would even remotely like her in any way, let alone want to date her.  She was speechless.  

Two months passed by, it was already nearing the end of February, Draco and Pilindiel had become public with their relationship.  Pansy wasn’t too happy with it, but she never vocalised it. Since the two started dating, Draco had stopped being so hostile to those he used to bully, especially when Pilindiel was around.  He still had his moments, however.

At the moment, Pilindiel was nose deep in a book, studying for the upcoming exams, that were fast approaching.  She only looked up, when someone dropped a heavy book on the table.  Her eyes met that of Draco’s how wore a pout on his lips.  

“You study to much” he whispered. “I have to, if I want to pass” Pilindiel replied turning her attention back to her work. Draco folded his arms,

“But we haven’t hung out in ages” he sulked, if Draco had one fault aside from his bullying, it would be that he was pretty needy, often craving Pilindiel’s attention, most of the time she didn’t mind, but right now, when she had so much work to do, it was quite annoying.

When Draco realised Pilindiel wasn’t going to say anything, he plonked himself down on the chair beside her, resting his head on his hand, watching her.  As much as he wanted her attention, he quite enjoyed watching her studying, the concentration on her face, the slight frown she wore, and the way she would bite her lip as rather cute.  

“You’re ignoring me” Draco spoke,

“Yes” Pilindiel replied, she had become quietly confident with Draco, sometimes talking back to him.  Which in truth he loved.

“Well, don’t, I don’t like it” Draco continued, humour in his tone, a side to him that no one else ever saw.

“Not all of us can put in minimal effort and still pass Draco” Pilindiel smiled at him, “If I fail all hell will break loose at him”

“Why does it matter, you don’t need to work after school, not with me,” Draco said absentmindedly, but Pilindiel froze, he was talking about the future with her.

“What do you mean?” she decided to ask, just in case she misunderstood.

“Well, when we’re married you won't have to work” he continued like it was nothing, they had only been dating for two months, yet he was talking about marriage, this should have scared Pilindiel, but it didn’t it made her happy

“But what if I want to” Pilindiel whispered.  Draco sighed, but then suddenly froze as if he had realised what he had said,

“Uh, well, fine, study, I’ll just sit here bored” he finally stuttered, wanting to quickly change the subject. While Pilindiel concentrated, Draco began thinking about the future, he quite liked the idea of marrying Pilindiel, his parent’s would also approve, he found himself smiling.   They were both happy with each other, it such a short period of time, but would it last?

(I might add to this)

[bookmovieaddictee]

Summer Knight (Dresden Files #4) by Jim Butcher

Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden is a very powerful wizard and a dedicated private eye. He is also a wise cracking trouble magnet. Fueled by a tempest of guilt, sleep deprivation, malnutrition, bad temper and frankly awful personal grooming. Harry is hurtling toward oblivion. According to Harry that is nobody's business but his own.

The Winter Queen of Faerie manipulates him into accepting a case to solve a murder and stop a war between the courts of Summer and Winter that could have literally earth shattering consequences. His own soul is up for grabs. Dresden must dig deep to discover that at time a willingness to accept a little help from your friends, be they a cub pack of werewolves, old loves in sheep's clothing, or a battalion of pizza loving dewdrop fairies, is a very good thing.

📖📖📖📖📘

If ever you wanted to date this series as old, this would be the book to do it. Nothing screams Y2K like starting right off with shitty race jokes. I feel almost bad for liking this book. What can I say? A girl loves her faeries, be they friend or foe, even if Harry Dresden doesn't feel quite the same. At least the humiliation is two-ways, what with Harry being a monoglot dumb American :P Mentally, I even the tab-- Redneck Hillbilly doesn't appear nearly as frequently as the derogatory name for Listens-to-Wind.

I know somewhere, there's an ancestor of mine ashamed that I consume such problematic, insensitive genre fiction trash. I'll shamelessly add it to my shit taste shelf, right there with werewolf erotica, sugar daddy sex stories, and interracial romance.

Where was I? Ah yes, so anyways, I enjoyed this book! I feel like I keep saying that, but really, this book is like reading an action comic. The story is like 80% fight scenes. It plays a lot of those tropes straight and Harry's dry, sarcastic narration always catches me a little off-guard. There's moments of genuine cleverness, then just sheer dumbfuckery that gets you like--

Yes, I'm talking about the Plant Monster fight. There was a moment where I was like, "That's not actually going to work, will it?" And the consequences that follow actually made me laugh. I'm corny. Fight me. Nevermind when you have such groups as "Billy and the Werewolves" seriously named that. (Yes, I know they are supposed to be called the Alphas, but the first person narration gets snarky name stuck in my potato brain.)

As always, Karrin Murphy kicks ass (that's why I love her 😌).

The twist is a twist, yet, there's enough clues to figure it out as you read along! The execution is such that I started to put it together just as Harry did, which is always a delight when reading a mystery. My favorite books in the series always tend to be the ones with a tight mystery that ties in the client's case with the overarching plot, and this book does it so well. Each of the faerie queens were so enchanting and sinister in equal measure, more unsettling and inhuman as you go up the hierarchy of faerie courts. Then the plot worm for the next book! Delightful as always.

Aside from the overarching plot and pacing, I thought the progression of character for Hobo Harry, Karrin, and Susan were excellent. Everyone is a hot mess in this story. I, who enjoy toxic drama, was living for it. All these people need a break and therapy, but are they likely to get it? Nope. It's not paranoia if everyone actually is out to get you, as they say. And even the powers that be have it out for Hobo Harry and all his associates.

So, dock a book because the start was off-putting and frankly not good, while the rest was so good. YMMV.

[gryffvndors]

ok, so what would a headcanon Draco trying to date an Slytherclaw include?

ok lets get down to business

k so i feel like it would be a.... not a POWER couple, really, but an intelligent, malicious couple

of course, malicious not in a bad way, but in a conniving way

slytherin x slytherclaw could get shit DONE. its like, that’s the kinda couple u’d expect to flawlessly execute a murder tbh. like they’d kill the person, and they’d leave absolutely no evidence

anyway onto draco

(so this is kinda hard bc there’s 2 houses in 1 person but i’ll try my best!!!!) (also we’ll use *sc* for the slytherclaw i dont conform to gender whaaaat???)

since *sc* is part slytherin, house probably won’t be an issue? like any other relationship draco would be all stubborn and “i dont talk 2 other houses” bc he’s a baby but this is an exception because it’s slytherin and ravenclaw. he probably only tolerates them with slytherin

bc gryffindors “are too reckless and stupid and wild” and hufflepuffs “are lame and useless and are just the outcasts” smh draco all houses matter what are u, 12

yes

anyway draco would not really care about the house and i figure that, with the right person leading him in the right direction, all that family heirloom bigoted crap will go away, and *sc* is the right person for that

because they’ll set their minds to it and they won’t stop until he grumbles “well...... i GUESS muggle-borns r okay........” and as part ravenclaw, they know how to do it and what to do 

train that boy like a dog, u know ravenclaws will do it

the humor in the relationship is all sarcasm / dry wit and tbh everyone’s all for it bc u got draco’s snark (”scarhead” is still SO FUNNY TO ME IM TERRIBLE i love drarry; plus the classic “i didn’t know you could read!” which is all tom felton but cmon draco would totally say that) and *sc*’s dry wit (like harry’s sense of humor: “there’s no need to call me sir, professor”)

if *sc* was ever in trouble u can bet draco would be all “im gonna swoop in and save the day” and *sc* would only laugh, push him aside, and DESTROY THEM

at first, nobody really saw why they were together, since they argued a lot, but over time the kinks were smoothed out (not like tht u fool) and their personalities just kind of ... blended? like *sc* found themself snapping something snarky and sarcastic to somebody who was annoying them and draco found himself hanging out w blaise or something and randomly saying some sentence from the book he’s been reading from, making blaise be like. ..... um 

if draco ever says anything bigoted or blood supremacist like or w/e, *sc* would hit him. like, pick up the nearest thing, may it be a book or a wand or a brick, and smack him with it

what did i tell u, trained like a dog

ok i hope that was alright, sorry if its not up to par!!! thx for requesting

[psycho394]

I know right. I love this Gothic and dramatic vampire, with a Shakespearean silver tongue.

i honestly cannot get the idea of snape bowing sarcastically at umbridge out of my head. snape outrunning a hippogriff. snape writing poetry. severus "would you like me to do it now? or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?" snape. snape referring to himself in the third person when he comes up behind harry and ron in cos "or maybe, he's waiting to hear why you two did not arrive on the school train". snape hiding behind a suit of armor and walking out with a dramatic "it is i, severus snape!". robes billowing. the scowling. peaceing tf out by literally throwing himself out the window.

why do people hate this man. he's hilarious.

[dragongirlwantscookies]

My dyslexic mind read part of that wrong and instead of behind I read it as inside a suit of armour, honestly I don't know which image is better.

i honestly cannot get the idea of snape bowing sarcastically at umbridge out of my head. snape outrunning a hippogriff. snape writing poetry. severus "would you like me to do it now? or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?" snape. snape referring to himself in the third person when he comes up behind harry and ron in cos "or maybe, he's waiting to hear why you two did not arrive on the school train". snape hiding behind a suit of armor and walking out with a dramatic "it is i, severus snape!". robes billowing. the scowling. peaceing tf out by literally throwing himself out the window.

why do people hate this man. he's hilarious.