OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE TODAY'S YOUR BIRTHDAY??!!! SUCH A GOOD DAY TO COME BACK TO TUMBLR!! ANYWAY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY hope you have / had a great day!! also good food because that's what's really important.
Oh goodness what a lovely birthday present for me! I’m so glad you’re back! And thank you so much, I had a perfect day and the food was very good, yay!
hey do you guys happen to know where i can watch the superhero fight club 2.0? for some unknow reason i can't download the cw app, it doesn't even show when i look for it at google play (maybe because i'm from brazil? idk) anyway thanks a lot in advance!!
otterandterrier replied to your photoset “Operation Liberate A Bunny was a success ������”
He's so cute!! Where did you liberate him from?
shunpiked said:
HE’S SO PRETTY
thecurmudgeon said:
he’s so cute!! And I LOVE his name
He is the cutest. I am so so so in love
Also the story of his liberation: he lived in a Big Chain Pet Store which I happened to go into yesterday, and saw all these bunnies being..well, not abused or neglected as such, just ignored (although the individual staff were kind and helpful). It was so so hot and stuffy in there and, really, a pet shop is no place for an animal, so I decided to liberate one (if I could afford it/had the room, I would’ve taken them all). I went along today to find the saddest, most miserable looking rabbit I could find and he really fit the bill. He was just flopping all over the place, really slow and dopey and generally unhappy but he’s been here all of one afternoon and he’s already bouncing around all over the place, eating food out of your hand and looking so much healthier and happier, and I’m so glad! And he’s pretty. Gosh he’s just the cutest bunny you ever did see. So yeah, that’s his life story. I’m sure there will be 93043290489042 million pictures of him, too, over the coming weeks
i highkey want to sent you all prompts to write about ted x andromeda lmao but maybe “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” or “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” or “There is enough room for both of us.” or “I noticed.” or ANYTHING REALLY I CAN'T CHOOSE (feel free to wreck me, anna)
thank you so much Emily! I went with the first one, and I hope I did it justice :)
1) “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” – Ted/Andromeda [ffnet | ao3]
She winces, rubbing at the crick inher neck before opening her eyes. It’s dark in the car, the orange glow from anoccasional streetlamp the only light, and she squints over at Ted. He’s got theradio on low, and it keeps fading in and out, a cheerful voice announcing bandsin between bursts of static, but he taps along to some imagined beat on thesteering wheel anyway.
“Where are we?” she asks. Her voiceis husky and raw from the shouting earlier, and she imagines that under othercircumstances it would sound sexy. Rather less so when they’ve been stuck in acar together for six hours.
“Passed through Coventry half anhour ago,” he replies. “Which is good, I wanted to see the back of it before westopped for the night. We’re nearly in Nuneaton—my cousin Bert lives there, Itold you earlier? I called him when we were at Watford Gap, he said he’d behappy to put us up for one day. Well. Night.”
“Mmm,” she says, eyes still full ofsleep. “What time’s it?”
“Eleven thirty,” he tells her. “Oh,bugger.”
“What is it?” she asks, suddenlyalert. She sits up properly.
“S’alright,” he says, sighingslightly. “I just think we missed the turn, that’s all. I’m not sure...it’salright,” he adds, glancing back over at her. “I’ll just get off the bypass atthe next exit, and either turn around, or carry on from there. We’ll make it;Bert gave me good directions.”
“Well, when we get there, pullover,” she says. “Let me drive for a while.”
“Nah, it’s fine!” Ted says.
“I mean it,” she replies. “You’vebeen driving for six hours, it’s not safe.”
“I’ll be fine,” Ted says. “Bertsays he’s only about twenty minutes from the main road, so we’ll be there bymidnight at the absolute latest. I can drive for another half hour. Andbesides, you only passed your test this morning.”
“With one minor,” she says smugly.
“You must’ve had a good teacher,”is all he says in response.
She smiles. “Can’t think who that would be!”
“I’m an excellent—oh, sodding hell,that’s the turn!” he says, suddenly veering across several lanes and pulling ontothe exit. Somewhere behind them someone’s laying on the horn, but she turnsaround and checks through the rear window, and everything seems fine. “Allgood?” he asks, slowing for the traffic lights.
“All good,” she confirms, turningback. “Although, my suitcase has fallen off the backseat because of yourerratic driving. Honestly, all that thought I put in to packing neatly!” Shetuts at him, at her most haughty, and he just laughs.
“You’ve got everything you need,though?” he checks, as they pull away again.
“Bit late now if I haven’t, hmm?”she says lightly, tracing circles on the window. He looks like he’s working upto asking something serious, so she tries to head him off. “Are you quite sureyou don’t want me to drive? Or at least navigate?”
“Actually, a bit of map readingwouldn’t go amiss.” He pulls over into an empty layby, and between Bert’sdirections and an old A-Z she uncovers in the glovebox, they quickly come upwith a route. They’re about fifteen minutes from a bed and clean sheets, maybea cup of tea as well, and the prospect has never sounded so inviting.
“It’s not this left, it’s the nextone,” she says, seeing him slow down for the wrong road once they get goingagain.
“Cheers,” he says. And then, beforeshe can reply, “It’s not too late to turn around, you know.” She doesn’t sayanything, the only sound the wheels on the road and the DJ introducing the nextsong. “I said—”
“I think,” she says carefully,“that it might be a little late for that. It’s almost midnight, after all.”
“You know I don’t mean—”
“Oh, Sandie Shaw.” She reaches forthe dial on the radio, turning the volume up. “I think she’s just marvellous.”
“Me, too,” Ted says, turning itback down again. “But right now, I’d rather not. Listen. It’s not too late. Wecan get to Bert’s, have a good night’s kip, get a good breakfast in in themorning, then you can go back to your parents’. You can apparate down there inseconds, you don’t need to drive all that way! Then we can—”
“Ted,” she says firmly. “I can’t.”
“I know things feel bad now, but—”
“That’s it!” she says suddenly,sitting up. “That was our turn!” Ted throws the car into reverse, turns off,then pulls over, coming to a sudden stop with a jolt. They’re the only car onthe road at this late hour, but any of her luggage that had remained on thebackseat has now been thrown into the footwell and she bites back a sigh. Shecan hear him breathing heavily, and closes her eyes tightly. Today hasn’texactly been a picnic for him, either. She should remember that.
Somewhere, a dog barks.
“Look,” she says gently. “I knowthat today has been...” Ted makes a noise in the back of his throat, then aradio jingle plays, incongruously cheerful. She waits for it to pass—it givesher time to think about what she might say, which is more than she had earlier.“Today has been a little...challenging, for everyone,” she attempts. “I knowthat you—”
She’s interrupted, then, by Tedlaughing. She glances right, and catches sight of him in the orange glow of thestreetlamps on this suburban road. He’s stuffed his fist in his mouth, and isshaking with not at all well-supressed giggles. “I’m sorry!” he gasps.“I’m...it’s...!” The laughter hits again, and it makes the corners of her ownlips twitch upwards. She concentrates on the music playing: Bob Dylan, she’spicked up enough from being with Ted to identify that.
She can do quite a lot of things,these days, thanks to Ted.
In the driver’s seat, he pullshimself together. “I’m sorry,” he says, his tone overly courteous, formal. “Iwas rather amused by you referring to everything that’s happened today as ‘alittle challenging’.” She throws him a look. “Oh, come on, it’s not like you’veever been known for your understatements. Let’s see now. It started thismorning, when I picked you up in secret and offered to take you to breakfast,but you said no, you were too nervous to eat anything—”
“And I was!” she replies,indignant. “I had to take my driver’s licence—without magic! We didn’t evenhave a car until I was fourteen, because my parents don’t believe in mugglecontraptions, but—”
“But they still exist, whetherthey’re believed in or not,” Ted says. “And besides, you still passed your testwith a better score than me, only you still turned down myoffer of a meal, because—”
“I had to inform my parents of mysuccess, only unfortunately Narcissa got there before me, and had already toldthem that I had not, as they had instructed stopped seeing that—”
“Bleepity bleep muggle boy, as Ibelieve they put it, and I would’ve said the words only Mam always says suchlanguage is—”
“And it, frankly, was rude andrather uncalled for, but I suppose it did give me a chance to tell them how exactly Ifelt about you, and the fact that I wouldn’t be doing as they said, and reallythe muggle driving test was only part of that—”
“And you were straightforward, ifnothing else. I mean, there was no misunderstanding what you were saying tothem—”
“And I’m glad about that, becausethis has been going on long enough. It’s about time they gave me anultimatum.”
“But still,” Ted says soberly asshe tosses her hair. “They said: me, or them. And you chose me.”
“Well, of course,” she says.“Because you would never make me choose.”
He smiles. “Be that as it may, I dothink ‘you have two minutes to gather whatever you may require from your rooms,take it now then never darken our doorstep again’ was a little much. I mean,it’s 1969, not the dark ages.”
“I’m only glad that school endedonly last week and that I’m far too lazy to have unpacked yet,” she replies.“I’ve a trunk full of seven years’ of Potions textbooks and more Slytherin tiesthan you can shake a stick at in your boot; I’m sure both will see us right.”
“We can always go back, to get whatyou need,” Ted offers.
“I don’t really think so,” shesays, letting him believe she doesn't want to because she’s obstinateand stubborn and won’t back down. Truth be told, she’s rather afraid of whather parents might do to him. The Blacks have never exactly been strangers toDark Magic. Instead, she surveys the belongings she did manage to grab beforethey left: everything she now owns is inside this car.
Aside from the as-yet-unpackedschool trunk, there are some useful things—a set of truly hideous earrings fromAunt Walburga, that will probably fetch a pretty penny if she pawns them and aphoto album, full of precious memories—but far too few items of genuine use.Almost all of the clothes in the trunk are part of her school uniform; herwardrobe now consists of those, and the clothes she stands up in. Thankgoodness Ted’s mother is good with the needle...
“Anyway,” Ted says, drawing her outof her reverie. He doesn’t add anything to this, so after a moment, she shrugsat him.
“Anyway,” she repeats. “We shouldfind your cousin’s house.” She draws the map to her, studying it again. Thereare several spells she could use, she knows, but it seems more honest to do itthe muggle way. Her fingers traces the roads on the paper for a moment, untilhis hand lands on top of hers, squeezing it tightly.
“I don’t think we’re far away,” hesays, as she squeezes back.
“That’s good,” she says. “We’ve along drive ahead of us tomorrow, too, so the more sleep we get, the better.”
“Indeed,” says Ted. “All the way toMiddlesbrough. And don’t worry, I’ll let you behind the wheel then.”
She can see her own face light upat this, reflected in the light on the windscreen. “Really?!”
“Course!” he replies. “You drive,I’ll apparate.” She turns away in a huff, and he laughs. “Come on,” he says,“let’s get going.”
