20s. Female. German speaking wannabe. Harry Potter Freak. Sterek Freak. Fanfiction lover. Writer. Drawer of lame things. Lover of wolves and other weres. Avid supporter of many things. Pink enthusiast.

23rd September 2014

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f0o0od:

honey-roasted sweet potatoes with honey cinnamon dip

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23rd September 2014

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myteenwolfobsession88:

Lydia Martin is to G L A M

To Give a D A M N

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23rd September 2014

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Petition for this to happen in a commercial.

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23rd September 2014

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deepspacequeer:

this is my tummy

deepspacequeer:

this is my tummy

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23rd September 2014

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wolfundermyskin:

Sweater weather (x)

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23rd September 2014

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grandpa-cat said: If you wouldn't mind writing a college!AU where Stiles and Derek meet at 2 am in their dorm's laundry room and end up falling asleep together, I would love you forever and ever :)

bleep0bleep:

[24 fics in 24 hours, #6]

Stiles yawns, balancing his laundry basket on his hip, kicking the door to the laundry room open. There’s only one machine running, a washer from the sound of it, clothes thumping rhythmically as it spins and sloshes. There’s a guy with his nose in a climatology textbook, sitting atop one of the washers.

"Hey," Stiles says. It’s two a.m., he thought he was the only one who had the weird urge to do laundry in the middle of the night.

The guy nods at him and then moves his eyes immediately back to his book.

"You’re not using this washer, right?" Stiles asks. "I mean, you’re kinda just sitting on it, but it’s not on or anything. I’m just asking, because this one and the one you’re using are the only ones that don’t smell like vomit." 

The guy sighs and shuts his book, getting off the machine. Stiles doesn’t understand why it’s a problem when he just gets up and sits on another washing machine, but whatever. He piles his clothes into the washer, pouring in the soap and plugging his quarters in. The machine comes to life, chug chugging away. Stiles leans back, trying to find a comfortable spot to lean against, and finally just hops on another washing machine, copying the guy already there.

He should have brought his homework or something. Stiles hadn’t thought to bring his phone from his dorm room, so he doesn’t have anything to fiddle with. 

Stiles settles for examining his late night laundry companion. 

He’s hot, Stiles decides, with an envious beard (Stiles could never get his to fill in right, always ends up shaving it off after two days), a great jawline, and gorgeous eyes. 

He’s also super into his textbook, and doesn’t seem to notice Stiles staring at him. 

Bored, with nothing else to do, Stiles files away all the details he can see. Leather jacket, blue v-neck, distressed jeans, backpack full of school books. Guy came prepared to do his laundry. He glances once over at Stiles, who immediately pretends to be counting the tiles in the ceiling. 

Stiles yawns again. It wouldn’t do to fall asleep in the laundry room, not when he has a proper bed three floors away. He’s dead tired though; having done an all-nighter yesterday to finish a paper and then stayed late finishing his sociology assignment today. Ugh. 

The other washer spins to a stop, and now Stiles has something to watch; the hot guy pulling out his clothes and into a laundry basket. He is separating them into piles, pulling out what look like — oh wow, panties— and setting them aside. The guy stuffs all the other clothes into a nearby dryer, turning them on, and Stiles watches, fascinated, as the guy wrings out each of the panties delicately in the sink. They’re all ridiculously sexy; lace trim and satin in all sorts of colors; and Stiles watches as the guy takes the dorm iron and starts pressing the panties dry. 

"That’s uh, really nice of you to do that for your girlfriend," Stiles blurts out. 

The guy blinks blearily at Stiles— he must be tired too, and then he just says casually, “They’re mine,” in the same tone of voice one might have discussing the weather.

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23rd September 2014

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Ron Weasley’s character is consciously written as somewhat racist. Not as racist as Malfoy, of course - he doesn’t scoff at mudbloods and halfbloods, and he doesn’t see himself as superior at all. Still, he unquestionably accepts the inferior position of house elves (they love serving), when he finds out that Lupin’s werewolf his reaction is not only scared but also disgusted (Don’t touch me!) and he is clearly very uncomfortable finding out that Hagrid is half-giant (giants are wild and savage).
And this is brilliant. Because it demonstrates that racism isn’t only present in clearly malicious and evil people, in the Malfoys and Blacks - it’s also there in warm, kind, funny people who just happened to learn some pretty toxic things growing up in a pretty toxic society. And they can unlearn them too, with some time and effort. Ron eventually accepts Hagrid’s parentage, lets Lupin bandage his leg and in the final battle, he worries about the safety of the house elves.
Some people are prejudiced because they are evil, and some people are prejudiced because they don’t know better yet. And those people can learn better, and become better people. And that’s an important lesson. The lesson taught about discrimination shouldn’t be “only evil people do it”, because then all readers will assume it doesn’t apply to them. Instead old JK teaches us “you too are probably doing it, and you should do stop ASAP”.

damned if i do.: Ron is racist - and that’s great (via perseused)

"Er—yes, I think so" said Ron. “I think Mum’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him." Literally the first conversation Ron and Harry have, and he says something off color about muggles. 

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23rd September 2014

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bakeddd:

pumpkin spice spritz cookies
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pumpkin spice spritz cookies

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23rd September 2014

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23rd September 2014

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awwww-cute:

Future Deputy at 9 weeks and 23 weeks

awwww-cute:

Future Deputy at 9 weeks and 23 weeks

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23rd September 2014

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funnyordie:

So Far, This Fifth Grader’s Diary Entry is the Most Punk Rock Thing Ever
Nothing screams punk like i’s dotted with hearts.

"But if the Dead Kennedies do not like the man so don’t I." Is there a single-tear emoticon? —Lars

nprmusic:

funnyordie:

So Far, This Fifth Grader’s Diary Entry is the Most Punk Rock Thing Ever

Nothing screams punk like i’s dotted with hearts.

"But if the Dead Kennedies do not like the man so don’t I." Is there a single-tear emoticon? —Lars

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23rd September 2014

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sidneydear:

On a boat with my lady ft. the ocean 🚤

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23rd September 2014

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This isn’t going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it?

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23rd September 2014

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stars-shone-through-his-soul:

Yeah but imagine a Dr Horrible AU with Enjolras as Penny and Grantaire as Horrible

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23rd September 2014

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fuckrealityihaveablog:

What if Charlie Weasley is asexual? Like what if when his brothers were going through puberty and getting crushes on girls and just obsessing over them, Charlie was just like, “Guys. DRAGONS.”

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