a film by peter parker

soft slytherin. madly in love with harry james potter. activist and a friend to most. sneaky snek. “more like hurricane tortilla!”

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☆ Happy Holidays from the fam! ☆

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Give Me A Chance - George Weasley

HI HELLO HELLO this is a George request from the lovely, wonderful, beautiful Rosie ( @thephelpstwins )!! I hope you like it AHHHH :)) i love you so, so much!! 

@thoseofgreatambition I hope you like this as well, thank you for getting excited about it with meeee :)

Request: marissa!!! “give me a chance” + “i’m so in love with you” with george ??? maybe the reader thinks he isn’t serious bc of the twins reputation as jokers idk ??? you’re the queen of writing here so i trust your judgement my love!!!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: language ha ha ha sorry I have the mouth of a sailor

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 1.8k

For the third time that week, George Weasley was kneeling in front of you with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. This time, however, he was reciting some cheesy poem that you were sure he bribed his sister to write.

“Oh, Y/N, I long for your kiss, If Voldemort kills us all, You’re the only lass I will miss,

Please, accept these flowers, My heart burns and yearns for you, I think of you every minute of the hour, I can’t believe you don’t feel it too,

Just give me a chance, You won’t regret it one bit, I swear on Fred’s life, I’m really not an insufferable git!”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, and walked away without acknowledging George, leaving Fred in fits of laughter and a frown on George’s face.

He didn’t know what to do about you; he had tried subtle, he had tried playing hard to get, he had tried making you jealous, and none of it had worked. Now, he was resorting to the lowest of lows; embarrassing public displays of affection.

It was definitely not his first choice to get your attention, but he was all out of options and didn’t know what else to do. He thought it was funny, to be honest, and enjoyed writing stupid love poems or picking flowers for you.

You, on the other hand, were completely mortified because of his poem. If Voldemort kills us all, you’re the only lass I will miss? If there was one thing George Weasley was not, it was tasteful.

The entire day, people were teasing you about George’s ‘poetic and romantic’ gesture; all you could think about during your last class was hiding in your dorm for the rest of your life. When Charms was over, you practically ran all the way to the Gryffindor common room.

When you reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she giggled and raised her eyebrows at you.

“Sherbet Lemon,” you grumbled, eager to crawl under your thick blankets and never face the world again.

“Oh, no, I have strict instructions not to let you into the dorms yet!”

“You can’t ban me from my room! Who told you I can’t go inside?!”

“I think you know, however, if you need a hint, he has red hair.”

You let a frustrated scream erupt from your throat, and turned around, only to come face to face with George Weasley. He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“George Weasley you tell that woman to un-ban me from the common room this instant or I swear to Godric, I will NEVER speak to you again!”

“You already don’t speak to me, so I don’t have anything to lose, now do I?”

You blinked rapidly at his words, realizing you really didn’t have anything to threaten him with.

It wasn’t that you hated George, very far from it in fact, but you stayed away from him in order to protect your heart. You had spent the last year or so falling harder and harder for him just by observing from a distance, and you flinched when you thought of how you would feel if you let yourself get close. He had stolen your heart without even trying, and that thought scared you to death.

“Please, Y/N, just one date. That’s all I’m asking for and if you hate me even more afterwards, then I’ll give up on you. All I’m asking for is one chance.”

“I won’t give you a chance to break my heart George, it’s not going to happen. So, I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop embarrassing me in public with your silly antics.”

“Break your heart? I don’t want to break your heart, Y/N, I would never do that.”

“Well if that’s not the reason you’ve been chasing after me for the past week, then you must have a bet with Fred or Lee. Am I a bet to you, George?”

“A week? Y/N, I’ve been trying to get you to go out with me for damn near two months!”

Suddenly, you recalled all the times George had cheekily complimented you on your hair or your eyes. You remembered how whenever you entered the common room, he seemed to pay extra attention to Alicia, Angelina, or whichever girl was nearest to him. You thought of the two weeks he didn’t speak to you at all, which had bothered you so much more than you would ever admit out loud.

“That was you trying to flirt with me? Or get my attention? George…you went from too subtle to being positively annoying! I thought you were teasing me or trying to make a fool out of me!”

“Well, I thought the grand gestures would work, I mean, Harry told me his Dad did stuff like that for his Mum and look where they ended up!”

You raised your eyebrows and your mouth opened in shock, while George’s face turned as red as his hair due to how his comment could be interpreted.

“Oh, fucking hell, I didn’t mean dead, I meant married, don’t look at me like that!”

Your laughter echoed through the halls with George soon joining in. The two of you were doubled over and clutching your stomachs with one hand and wiping tears with the other. However, all of a sudden, George stopped laughing and started staring at you while smiling.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever made you laugh! I finally made you laugh and now I can die happy.”

“I laugh at all of your jokes and pranks, George, I just hide it well.”

The lighthearted atmosphere disappeared, and George sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“What did I do to make you hate me, Y/N?”

“Oh, George, I don’t hate you. I…well, what I feel for you…it’s far from hate, and I’ll just leave it at that.”

“Then why won’t you go out with me?”

“It’s our last year at Hogwarts, and we only have a little over a month left. When we graduate, you’ll start your joke shop with Fred, and I’ll start my training to be a healer at St. Mungo’s. I won’t let myself fall for you anymore than I already have only for our relationship to end before it can even really begin.”

George stared at you with wide eyes, blinking rapidly as he tried to process your words. His heart felt like it had dropped to the bottom of his stomach; and he couldn’t believe that you weren’t going to give him a chance because you were simply afraid.

“You don’t get it, do you? Godric, Y/N, I’m so in love with you. You’re always on my mind. Even when I’m asleep, I dream of you. My amortentia smells like your shampoo! I’ve been asking you for one date, but I want that to turn into so much more. I wouldn’t leave you or neglect you after graduation.”

“You can say that but it doesn’t mean you’ll follow through!”

“Are you really going to spend the rest of your life refusing to take a chance because of your fears? That’s an awful way to live, Y/N, and if that’s what you decide then I feel sorry for you. I would never hurt you, or abandon you, and if you’ll let me, I will love you for the rest of your life.”

“You’re barely eighteen, are you sure you should be making promises like that?”

“Y/N, there are two things I am sure of in life: one, Fred and I are going to own the most fantastic joke shop the Wizarding World has ever seen, and two, I love you so much it’s impossible for me to ever stop.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what? Are you saying okay to the date or to me loving you forever?”

“I’m saying okay to all of it. I want all of it, I want all of you, George.”

“All of me, eh?”

“You prat, why can’t you just let us have our first moment? Why did you have to go and say something like that?”

“You’re grinning like a Cheshire cat; I know you’re not really mad.”

You promptly realized that you were, in fact, smiling like an idiot, and that all of the portraits around you two were watching with wide eyes.

“George, the portraits are staring at us.”

“I suspect they’re waiting for me to kiss you or something crazy like that.”

“Well, then, give the audience what they want, don’t keep them waiting any longer!”

“Maybe I should make them wait, they’ve been ignoring me for months because they were afraid I would break their heart.”

You pouted as you realized he was speaking about you, and a large, toothy grin spread across George’s face.

His smile was the last thing you saw before he pulled you into him and crashed his lips to yours in a breathtaking kiss. He pulled away and shot you a mischievous wink while softly tugging on your lower lip.

“Sorry, love, I had to. Honestly, it would have been torturous for me to wait to kiss you now that I can.”

“You obviously underestimate just how much I want you, but that’s a conversation for another time, preferably late at night, with much less clothing on.”

George’s jaw went slack, and a gasp of shock left his swollen, pink lips.

“Sherbet lemon,” you whispered softly.

The Fat Lady finally opened the portrait, and you dashed inside, leaving a speechless George Weasley pondering your words for a fraction of a second.

He raced in after you, only to find you halfway up the steps to the girl’s dormitory.

“You’re insufferable,” he shouted after you. “But, what about our date? Where are we going? What are we doing? Can I do you? I mean that can wait, but at this moment it’s kind of the only thing running through my mind.”

You chuckled and turned around to see a giddy smile adorning George’s handsome face and a delicate blush coating the apples of his cheeks.

“Hmm, meet me outside the Great Hall on Saturday at noon. Impress me with your date planning abilities, George Weasley, I want to be surprised.”

“Y/N, prepare to be utterly amazed. I will make you fall in love with me because of my incredible date planning skills.”

“I’m already in love with you, idiot.”

George dramatically blew you a kiss, and you giggled at the massive smile on his face.

You watched him head up the stairs to the boy’s dorm and smiled at the way your heart hammered in your chest because of him. It was very, very rare for you to take chances, and when you did, you always regretted it. But you knew in your heart, your mind, and your soul, that George Weasley was the one thing in your life you would never, ever regret.

[thoseofgreatambition]

THIS IS GREAT AND I AM IN LOVE

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fic writers: *reblogs prompts list*

me:

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In order to do all of the great things you want to do, you need to fuel your body. Please eat.

[azaleatown]

Reblog to have a very sexy and very interesting 2013

[dailykellymarie]

My parents are both refugees from Vietnam. My mom works in funerals and my dad works at Burger King, and their whole lives their only dream was essentially to put my sisters and me in a position where we could have the luxury of having a dream. Because I think a lot of people don’t realize that that is a luxury. You have to meet a lot of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs before you can get to the point where you even think about having a dream.

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@potterversenet​ public event: green                                       · newt scamander + green

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silly girl..

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secretly you want me

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I’ve never seen eyes like yours

crushing ( @crush–ad-vice )

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I want to see the side of you that your friends get to see.

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Light in the Dark (Scorpius Malfoy X Reader)

Scorpius Malfoy X Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Torture. Favoring siblings 

(AN: Okay my copy of The Cursed Child was stolen so I do not really remembered how the whole last Act went but I am trying my best fam. Also I hope you enjoy! This is probably both my favorite thing I have ever written and the most fun I have had while writing)

(Warnings: Abuse, Neglect, LONNNNGGG, painfully pining,

Scorpius turned away biting his lip to stop the tears not wanting to cry in front of his father. Still as the girl thrashed and strained in his bed he couldn’t help but feel soft.

She’s Al’s sister after all he thought to himself. I should be feeling bad if not worse. This is all my fault. I should’ve done something it should have been me not her.

“She will be alright son.” His father promised. “She’s just letting the dark out. Now come dab this cloth on her head. ”

The mark was seering: A strange burning sound being released from the mark that concerned him. He was worried with the ministry would do once they found out and he knew that his father wondered the same thing, but would most likely brush it off. We are only in our fourth year, Scorpius thought to himself, what will she do when she actually goes to school. Will she even live through this?

“If I can do this, she can Scourp. She’s a Potter.” Draco smirked darkly, “I honestly can’t believe I just said that.” This should’ve earned a laugh, but when it didn’t, Draco looked away from his son, but first placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Much to his pleasure, his boy spoke up.

“When will she stop?” He spoke, barely above a whisper, “What will the ministry do? Is she in pain? Why haven’t Harry or Albus came to visit? How-”

Draco didn’t know how to respond, only hugged his boy who finally allowed himself to sob in his fathers arms.

“Hush now Scorpius. She’ll be okay.” He kissed the top of the boys head, “Now tell me son, what happened?”

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Imagine: Playing in the snow with Sirius Black.

Prompt: 40. Create your own prompt! For @mentally-in-canada I’m not gonna post the request on here because it’s wayyy too long lmao

You’re standing outside in the Hogwarts Courtyard, letting the snow fall around you in gentle flakes, admiring it’s beauty. The castle looked even prettier in the snow -well, everything looked prettier in the snow.

Sirius walks past the courtyard and notices you standing there, and he can’t help but to stare. The mesmerized look on your face captures him. He had known you for a few years now and he had never seen you like before, you looked like you had never seen anything as beautiful and in that moment he felt the same way about you.

You finally snapped out of your daze, and turned to see Sirius watching you. You wave at him, and a look of surprise crosses his face and he awkwardly waves back. You gesture at him to come towards you, he complies, “Um, hey Y/N.”

“Hey Sirius,” You smile at him, “Um…what were you doing?”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “You looked very -er- mesmerized… I just- I’ve never seen you like that.”

You laugh, “I just love the snow, it’s just so beautiful.”

“Yeah…”

The two of sit on a bench and watch the snow, eventually falling into a deep conversation.

“…and then my siblings and I would go outside, build snowmen, have snowball fights, and-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” He says, slowing you down, “Snowmen? Snow fights? What the bloody hell are you going on about?”

Your eyes go wide, “You’ve never had a snowball fight or built a snowman?!”

“No…”

You jump of the bench, “Get up.”

“Wha-”

You take his hand and pull him up, “Get up, Sirius.”

“Okay, do what I do,” You say, kneeling down and balling up some snow in your hand, and he does the same. You get up and suddenly throw it at him, nailing him right in the chest.

“What the hell Y/N?”

You laugh, “Why do you think they call it a snowball fight?”

“Touché,” He says, before throwing his at you. Being an experienced snowball fighter, you easily dodge it.

You two fight for a bit longer, until he decided to surrender, “Now… time for a snowman.”

You gather up a bunch of snow and start pushing it around and he does the same, and he stops at the same time as you do.

“No! You keep rolling, that one has to be a bit bigger than this one,” You say as you start on the head. Sirius eventually helps you lift the middle onto the bottom, and you put the head on the top, before proceeding to put a scarf and a few buttons on it.

“How does this look anything like a man?” He asks once you finish, “What person honestly looks like that?”

“Oh shut up,” You shake your head, “Admit it, you had fun.”

“Fine,” He smiles, “But it’s getting cold, so maybe we should get inside. We’ve already missed dinner.”

You agree and the two of you make your way inside.

You get an idea and lead him to the kitchens. You tickle the pear in the painting, and the House Elves instantly start greeting you. You visited the kitchens often, not only because you loved food, but you also loved the company of the adorable elves, so you were good friends with them.

“Hey!” You smile at them, “My friend, Sirius, and I missed dinner, do you guys have any leftovers?”

They quickly bring you plates full of food and one of them, Dolly, even makes hot chocolate for both of you.

After thanking the elves, you make your way up to your common room, which was fairly empty since everyone was home for the holidays.

You two lay in front of the fire, you put your head on his chest, letting the sound of his heart lull you to sleep. Before you can give into your sleepy state, you murmur, “I had fun today Sirius.”

“So did I.”

“I really like you, you know.”

He laughs, “I like you too Y/N.”

End.

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Detention - Harry Potter x Reader

Request: Ahh, I’m so happy!! Your writing is amazing luv!! Maybe, one where he stands up for her when she gets bullied by snape, and they both get shoved in detention??  Fluff, I don’t know. I’m bad at this stuff 😂 Can’t wait to read it!!🌹 

By: @hermione-who

A/N: This is the first Harry I’ve written, so I apologize if it’s bad. I haven’t had time to grasp a way to write his character properly. Also, it’s difficult for me to imagine him very fluffly? I did what I could with it.

Words: 785

Warnings: Lil fluffs?

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hey american followers

canadians reblogged fcc & net neutrality stuff for you so you had access to information - can you lend a hand and help us now?

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Context (please share this post!):

Bell, Cineplex, Rogers and Shaw are trying to censor the internet and force the end of net neutrality in Canada.

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The gays stole Christmas, and the forums are salty, so in turn, I give you my masterpiece. 

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Twelve days of Christmas drabbles (Day four)

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Twelve days of Christmas

When James, your boyfriend of two years, had invited you to a Christmas party to meet his family, you had said yes, obviously.

But you hadn’t asked what James’ definition of a ‘Christmas party’ was.

Well, apparently, the ‘extra’ gene was passed down from his parents.

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You squeezed James’ hand a little tighter as you neared the manor. You had never met his parents before, and it was quite nerve-wracking. James had insisted that they would love you, but he had a habit of exaggerating things.

James knocked at the door before you were able to stop him, and your heartbeat quickened so noticeably, you were surprised he didn’t hear it. Not even five seconds after he knocked, hazel eyed woman opened it. She instantly pulled her son in for a hug.

“Merlin, mum. Calm down.” He mumbled, a little embarrassed by her sudden affection.

She ignored his protests and pulled away, focusing her eyes on you. After staring you up and down for a few seconds, a smile so familiar it almost made you dizzy, found it’s way onto her face.

“It seems like James finally decided to introduce us to the girl he’s been talking about for years” she gave her son a pointed look before continuing, “oh, darling you are simply gorgeous! I have no idea why James waited so long for us to meet.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Potter” you tried to hold back the blush creeping up on your face as you answered, but you feared you weren’t as successful as you’d hoped.

“Please, call me Euphemia. Or mum” she pulled you in for a hug, before swiftly leading you towards the dining room, where the party was in full swing.

Except, this wasn’t just a small Christmas party, as you had been told it was going to be.

There had to be at least a hundred people there.

 You leaned into James and whispered;

 “You know, when you said ‘Christmas party’, this isn’t what I was expecting:”

He chuckled and provided the simply explanation of “I have a large family”

“That’s the understatement of the year” you huffed as he dragged you with him further into the dining room. You smiled politely at all the family members and friends he introduced you to.

You only had time for some chatter, as not Euphemia decided to whisk you away again

“So, how long have you been seeing my son?” she questioned warmly.

“For a few years” you told her, smiling as you recalled when James first asked you out.

“And I assume he’s treating you right?”

“He’s the perfect gentleman, you raised him very well, Mrs. Potter”

“I thought I asked you to call me Euphemia” she laughed.

James smiled knowingly when he saw you two laughing together;

“See, I told you that you’d get along.” He said sitting down beside you.

You were just about to take another sip of your drink when Euphemia asked;

“When can we expect a wedding invitation, then?”

You chocked on your drink, and James patted your back as he complained “Mum”

“What?”

“We’re only in seventh year…” he tried to reason.

“Your father and I got married straight out of Hogwarts, I don’t see why you can’t do the same.”

She turned to you before James could intervene;

“You do want to marry my son, don’t you”

“Of course”, you cleared your throat, “just not right now.”

“Well, you better start thinking about it now James, because she’s a keeper.”