if jonas thinks we’re all gonna forget about this dreadful performance by bringing viv on right at the end… he’s absolutely right, suddenly i’m in a much better mood

Jonas: I think we're missing something.

Kim: Teamwork?

Leah: Cohesion?

Katie: Half of our fucking team?

something different for you guys! this was so fun to make so idc if it flops

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alessia russo - her name in the sky

leah williamson - i kissed shara wheeler

ona batlle - this is how you lose the time war

lucy bronze - mistakes were made

keira walsh - she gets the girl

mapi leon - delilah green doesn't care

viv miedema - last night at the telegraph club

maya le tissier - the falling in love montage

lia walti - if you still recognise me

katie mccabe - she drives me crazy

georgia stanway - cleat cute

ella toone - i think i love you

jordan nobbs - one last stop

mary earps - our wives under the sea

alexia putellas - exciting times

okay no one is gonna care about this but i don’t give a fuck!! this was actually so fun to make and i have so many more so i’ll probably do a part two anyway, so if you have any specific players lmk!

I have Ona and Jordan’s at home and they’re so good lord

the "you're cargo" to "it's okay, babygirl" to "it wasn't time that did it" pipeline goes so fucking crazy bro

I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

Bo-Katan, on a throne, looking menacing and gay: MY MORTAL ENEMY, DIN DJARIN, WIELDER OF THE DARKSABER

Din, a mess, just picked his son up from boarding school and immediately got scammed by a mechanic: hi again, can u pls help me with directions

no questions at this time

here y’all

your - possessive (this is your pencil)

you’re - you are (you’re so pretty)

there - a location (the car is over there)

their - possessive (that’s their car)

they’re - they are (they’re over there)

it’s - it is (it’s really hot today)

its - possessive (each room has its own bathroom)

y’all- you all (y’all can save this for later)

Ghostly Memories

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!reader [Not established but Established at the same time, Its confusing]

Reader gets sent into a vision of how someone died through touching the source, body or something close to them in their past life.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Reader’s parents especially mother (Sorry if you are close to yours),mentions of death of someone close, ghostly activity, sadness, description of death, hints of abuse, Panic attack, Some comfort.

It was early hours in the morning in London and all of Lockwood and Co. were awake, sat in their pajamas staring at a client who decided to come at the ungodly hour of Four in the morning. George was picking at the loose thread on his oversized shirt, Lucy was perched on the edge of the sofa leaving a gap between her and Lockwood as they all were waiting for you to get back from the kitchen with the tea they offered the client.

You walked into the living room balancing five cups of tea on a tray, your hair in a messy plait as it was way more messy if it was loose. You placed the tray of Tea on the table in front of the client giving him a tense smile as the three behind you lunged for their tea to give them a boost of energy to wake them up, leaving two mugs on the table. You picked up your tea and sat between Lucy and Lockwood, not relaxing fully into the seat unlike Lockwood who was lounged backwoods with his ankle resting on his other leg. 

“I apologise for the early intrusion” The client gestured between the quartet who were still in their pajamas looking at him as if he was insane, you were avoiding eye contact with anyone just looking at the floor trying to ignore the pain that was shooting down your back because of how tense you were. “I just didn’t want my wife to realise I had left, she would always get angry whenever I suggested that we extract the ghost that currently has been haunting us because she has an unhealthy attachment to the person the ghost used to be” 

You started to wring your hands in a pattern to soothe you but it was not working as you were under the watchful eye of the client who was someone you desperately tried to forget when you moved to London.

Lockwood spoke up watching you out of the corner of his eye but also wanting to know why the client was avoiding his wife and why she had an attachment to a ghost that their client was asking for them to remove so he turned to the client with a grin on his face. “May I ask why your wife has an attachment to the ghost”

That was the dreaded question you did not want Lockwood to ask, but the client happily answered it. “Well it is the ghost of my son who died when he was twelve, he is probably agitated that we kept him this long but my wife could not move on and his twin sister ran away a year after I think she was overcome with grief and didn’t know how to talk about it, so she ran.” The client looked straight at you when he uttered the last sentence, you still avoided eye contact with him but you felt his eyes on you.

Everyone knew that something was wrong with you because by now you would have had a few sarcastic comments about how early it was but you haven’t said a word, choosing to keep your eyes either trained to the floor or your tea. Lucy and Lockwood shared a concerned look behind your head when George was getting the address from the client. Lockwood placed his hand on your knee as a comfort even though he was puzzled on why you were acting so weird. If they didn’t know you they would have chalked it up to you being tired because of how early it was. But they know you, they know that you don’t put your defences up for any old reason. Well your sarcasm was a shield in itself but that was soon just a part of you.

You finally looked up from staring at the design on the inside of your mug as you had stressfully downed your tea very quickly. You locked eyes with the client meeting his eyes that he shared with the only person in your family that you truly cared about. 

“What, are you going to ignore your old man this entire time?”

“Well I was trying to” you retorted, slowly bringing your sarcastic shield up and not staying silent like you did when you were a child being berated by your parents for doing a simple thing wrong. You opened your shoulders up after gaining a boost of confidence and stared right into the clients eyes. 

“I’m sorry what is going on here?” George asked looking between you and the client.

“Hello, Father” You finally stated clenching your jaw because you thought you would never have to refer to someone as that again.

“Hello, my little hunter” He responded surprised you actually acknowledged him with a title. You frowned at your childhood nickname, it was lost after the death of your brother.

“Don’t call me that” You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knee as you stared your father down. Lockwood’s hand slid to your thigh so that it would not get stabbed by your elbow and he gripped it slightly so that you would not bolt. Lucy gently rested her hand on the small of your back in a comforting manner because she was the only one who knew nearly the full extent of what happened before you arrived at Lockwood and Co. however you withheld some information because it pained you to talk about. You two shared a bedroom which used to just be yours but then Lucy arrived but you both spent many sleepless nights talking, her about Norrie and you about your twin brother. “Now why are you here?”

Your father took in a deep breath frustrated at your hostile behaviour towards him however in the back of his mind he knew that he deserved it. “The ghost in our house is your brother”

You scoffed in disbelief that he has only now wanted to get rid of your twin’s body “Of course it is him. You kept his body in a bloody locked room because you and mother refused to move on and he is haunting you because you won’t let him go to rest.” Your voice started to raise in frustration, a small sense of comfort was coming from Anthony but you turned your voice steely. “But why did you come here, not the other agencies and how did you fucking find me.”

Your father hesitated before continuing but treaded carefully with his words knowing the wrong thing could set your anger off. “I thought your mother would allow it if it was you.”

You stood up, glaring right at your father, your chest heaving as you were trying not to either start crying or punch him. “Bullshit. You know damn well that she wants it to be me that was dead not Jace.” Your voice cracked and quietened as you finally spoke the name of your missing half, your better and more kinder half. You spun round not able to look at your father any longer as you tried to contain your emotions but they betrayed you and tears started to stream down your face. you lifted your head and dug the palm of your hands into your eyes to contain the tears, because it was too much. 

Lockwood stood up and gestured towards George who was looking at you in concern as you were one of his best friends and he has never seen you like this. No one has. “George, Lucy why don’t you show Mr L/n the Kitchen”

Once they had left and it was just you and Anthony in the main room. Anthony slowly walked up to you like you were an injured wolf and slowly pried your hands away from your eyes, he noticed how glazed over they look as if your body was in the room but your mind was in a cavern. 

“We can do it” You broke the silence, shocking him with your answer and for the first time in a while his face didn’t hold the smile you had come to love instead he was deep in thought contemplating if they should do this case because even though he had missed being in the field while his legs and shoulder was healing he knew that you would never be the same after. 

“Are you sure?” He questioned holding onto your wrist to keep you in the present.

You ran your hand across your face because it was still early and you were already exhausted by the events that had occured in just the span of half an hour. You knew you were going to regret your answer because deep down you knew your parents no longer loved you but you wanted to grasp on the last sliver of hope that was drifting further and further away. “Yes”

Anthony placed his hand on your shoulder and you would not have believed that it was there if you did not feel the heat of Anthony’s hand against your cold and trembling skin. “It would mean-”

“I know what it means and I am up for it” That was one of the biggest lies that you have ever told.

Anthony patted your shoulder after a little while and then walked into the kitchen to tell George the news that you have accepted. Leaving you alone in the Living room to question your own stupidity.

It was now the evening where the sun was setting over the countryside outside of London and Lockwood and Co. were stood outside of your family home. The Dahlias and the violets were the same as when you escaped.

“Well it is good to be back” You sarcastically muttered walking up the cobblestone steps that wound up to the front door, so you could escape Lucy asking if you are okay for the hundredth time.

“Really” George questioned his tone laced with surprise, staring at you from the bottom of the steps.

“No” you breathed out when you arrived at the wooden door, seeing the grain of the wood and the circular pattern of the stained glass would have been a home to some but to you it was a void of what should be a home. No sentiment was rising in you but instead the happy memories of the only family member you loved turned bitter and painful like a hot knife being driven into your chest.

“Nice House” Lockwood commented giving you a smirk that fit his face perfectly but at this point you wanted to smack it right off his face.

“Shut the bloody hell up” you muttered while kneeling down and making sure your rapier sword hit his ankle. It’s the house making you mutter, you only ever muttered when you were talking to your mother. You felt underneath the ribbing of the doorframe looking for the cold touch of a key. “I would rather be ghost-locked than go in this house again, sorry luce” you added when you saw her wince out of the corner of your eye. She waved you off knowing that even though you meant it you did not intend for it to bring up painful memories for her.

“Y/n really, too extreme” George looked at you with an incredulous expression, you have always been a pessimist and it worked well with your sarcasm and you have often spoke of death but after the recent events that occured between all four of you everyone wanted to make sure everyone was alive.

“No, not extreme enough. Aha found the key” You stood back up and faced the three who had actually no clue what they were getting into. Rolling the key in your fingers before placing it into the lock and turning it until you felt a soft click.

Stepping into the threshold of your childhood home, you froze as you heard the sound of laughter. Two children came into view running around the hallway, the young boy held a small item that looked like a phone but was pretending it was a sensor and the young girl held a wooden sword slashing and stabbing at the air as if a monster or a ghost was in front of her. You couldn’t make out their faces but as they ran towards you you knew immediately who they were. The disappeared just as they were going to collide into your legs. It was you and your twin when you would pretend to be fighting ghosts.

You shook your head releasing a shaky breath before continuing into the hallway, photos filled of your parents and brother, hardly any of you. It was like you never existed at all except there was one photo of you aged ten where you held your wooden sword proudly and your brother was standing next to you with his arm round your shoulder. “I loved  that sword. No clue why though,”

Lockwood found another photo of you that you wouldn’t have seen as it was right at the back of the sidebord sheilded by photos of a happy family that did not have room for you. “Hey look it is a baby Y/n” 

“Aww you were adorable, What happened?” George teased and acting dramatic when you swatted him on the shoulder.

Lucy walked into the centre of the hall, trying to focus on what she can hear, blocking out the sound of the boys teasing you and you threatening. “Will you three shut up!”

You jokingly saluted her while spinning around making sure to hit George with your hair as you turned. “Yes Ma'am”

“Y/n!”

“Sorry, sorry.” You stepped backwards into Lockwood who stedied you while George was laughing his head of at you getting scolded.

Lucy closed her eyes and was able to focus after the three had shut up. “I hear laughing, children laughing”

She opened her eyes and looked to you"Your brother is a very happy ghost"

“He was a very happy child” You shrugged your shoulders.

“The complete opposite of you then” Lockwood asked.

“Pretty much. Now follow me” You walked up the stairs without another word. Your combat boots echoing against the light wooden flooring. Leading the trio to the only closed door in the house as every other door was open for ventilation. The door was decorated with faded signs of names, Your name had faded ghosts and swords and your brother’s name had books lettering his name. Lockwood noticed how similar it was to the door that he kept locked in their house, both doors containing a secret. Except you both have different ways of opening the truth.

You rammed your shoulder into the door not being bothered to look around for another key and it swung open and slammed into the back wall with a large crash. Your breath caught in your throat as the bare room that used to be filled with imagination had a lonely bed in the middle of the room.

“Friends! New Friends!” Before anyone could speak a small figure of a ghost started circling the agents who were broken out of their stares at what rested upon the bed. All three drew their swords and only you were unprotected as you started walking towards the bed slowly.

You walked as if you were in a trance eyes fixated on the closed eyes of the body. When you reached the neatly made bed, your body fell to the floor with a soft thud

In front of you was your twin brother. Still frozen in time at aged twelve which differed from your Sixteen year old form. The ghost of your brother had stopped flying around your friends and was floating inbetween Lockwood and Lucy and all four of them were staring at you.

“There is something about her that is familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it” He floated over to George who looked at the ghost is shock that there was actually making conversation with them instead of attacking.

“Jace” Lockwood started but when he said your brother’s name his ghost started buzzing.

“How do you know my name? Have you met Y/n?” At Lockwood’s nod and his eyes flitted over to your knelt form next to your brother’s body. The ghost finally caught on.

“Oh she is Y/n, She looks so different.” The ghost mumbled quietly realising how tired and worn out you look. “But she got her job as an agent that she has always wanted.”

“Yeah, she did” The four were staring at you again where you had now broken your gaze of the body and was looking around for something but your hand accidentally brushed against your brother’s arm and you were pulled into the moment that you never wanted to live again.

It was if you were watching an immersive play, you were right in the action but when in an immersive play the actors could see you. The children couldn’t see you. Your eyes couldn’t focus and your chest felt as if it was being hit by a bat and with every hit getting stronger, and stronger. You couldn’t leave until the death has been completed.

“Y/n!” Anthony ran next to you and knelt down next to your now shaking form. He hated the white glazed look in your eye. You looked like you were in ghost-Lock but with the ghost still over with Lucy and George they knew that it was just the curse of your talent.

“Y/n, Catch me if you can” Jace exclaimed running away from your tweleve year old form that had her beloved wooden sword attached to your hip with vines. The kids had ran out of the house and towards the woods. Unaware of the danger that lied waiting for them. Unaware that soon their bond will be ripped in half with one in death and one in life.

“I’m coming Jace, but please don’t run off too far you know how dangerous the woods are at night.” Your twelve year old self ran into the woods after Jace, muttering about his selective hearing that he must have picked up from their father. You slightly laughed at yourself when you were younger with how bossy yet caring you were. Now people would just say you are bossy and Sarcastic. You chased after the two children, who were cheerfully cheering when they tore down the brambles. The three of you ran into a clearing, Jace climbed up the hight tree. Your heart froze. This was it.

Anthony pulled your shaking form into his body your back against his chest. He caressed the side of your face, rocking you slightly so that when you awoke you would have a comforting presence. “You’re okay Y/n” He muttered into your hair even though he knew that you could not hear him.

Your brother’s ghost floated up to you with Lucy and George. “Is She okay… What’s happening”

Lucy and George looked at each other with a solemn look, knowing Lockwood was trying to make sure you were okay so they decided to gently explain to the ghost. “Her Talent takes her to someone’s time of death, did she not tell you”

Jace’s ghost shook his head. “She was not allowed to talk to me about her talent, Mother and Father banned her fron talking about it and if she did well it would not end well for her.” Jace muttered the last few words holding a resentment to his parents that they were fine with threatening and hurting their own daughter, his sister. “But I had a hunch as we went to our Grandma’s house after her funeral, and she bumped into the wall and her eyes went white, but then a few seconds she awoke screaming and we had to leave the funeral quickly, she would not tell anyone of what she saw but the next day I saw she had a black eye and a cut on the side of her face but again she would not tell me who gave it to her but I knew who it was.”

Anthony’s head snapped over to the trio who were whispering. “Jace did they ever show this in front of you”

Jace’s ghost shook his head. “Not when I was alive and by then I did not know how to leave this room but I heard shouting and screaming and dad had to stop mother from cutting Y/n out of the pictures when she ran away. I wish I could have protected her better but she was the stronger one of the two of us.”

“You did the best you could, Jace.”

“Y/n!” The scream that haunted your nightmares echoed throughout the air, Your brother’s foot slipped from the tree. He opened his arms in front of him but they missed the branch by an inch. His body fell backwards as if it was in slow motion. His body hit the ground with a sickening crack.

“NO!” You shot out of Anthony’s arms as you were brought back to reality. You pressed your hand to your chest to add a counter weight to your hyperventilating. Anthony motioned for the three to exit the room once again like this moring but instead of you just staring at the floor you were clawing at your chest and your breathing was shaky. Anthony placed his hands on the side of your face and brought his forehead to yours. “Come on Y/n breathe” He moved one of his hands from the side of your face to your shaking hands and rested it on top of them gently.

Your breathing started to even out and Anthony pulled his forehead away from you to make sure you were still okay. He kept his hands in your still trembling hands until you nodded signifying that you were okay.

Lucy ran into the room and encased you in a hug from what you went through as a child, because even though you told her about the death of your brother you had never told anyone or her about the mistreatment from your mother and your father just watching and not doing anything to help. His silence was what betrayed you more with your family. “I’m so sorry Y/n” she mumbled into your hair. She helped you off the floor where George pulled you into a side hug to make sure you were alright as your hands were slightly shaking.

“I know what the source is I just don’t know where it is.” You said after a while, remembering what you guys actually came to do. “It is my wooden sword but I have no idea where it is.” You spoke to the other three but then Jace popped back through startling you.

“I know where it is, It is in the fireplace, Mother tried to set fire to it but I started to haunt her to make her leave the room” Jace Innocently stated with a giggle remebering what he did to her. You looked back on all the times that Jace played a prank on your parents slightly smiling at the innocence of him but you remembered feeling worried that if you played a prank on them the consequences would not have been a laugh and a pat on the head.

“Thanks Jace, yet I am not at all surprised” You walked over to the fireplace and crawled into the pit area of it causing soot to fly up and rest on your face, you found the sword and crawled back out but when you came out you started coughing as the soot flew up into your lungs causing a suffocating feeling to encase you some more but this time it faded.

You were met not with the faces of your friends but the hostile face of your mother who held a gun directed at your forehead. “Leave Jace alone”

“I could say the same to you mother” you spat out, not phased that she was holding a gun to you as she had attempted this once before but you were no longer a scared twelve year old. Lockwood, Lucy and George were also shocked as they had not heard another person come into the room.

“It should have been you and not him, He was just a child. My Child” She stalked up to you and placed the barrell against your forehead, you closed your eyes as if you were encouraging her to shoot. Lockwood stepped forward to quickly knock the gun out of your mother’s hand but at a small signal from your hand he stayed put but his hand still rested on his rapier sword to draw it at any needed moment. Lucy and George were trying to distract Jace because even though he was twelve and a ghost no one should have to witness their own mother try to attack and kill their twin.

“I was also your child. But you never wanted me so go ahead. Shoot me” You spoke to your mother keeping your gaze hard, looking straight into her eyes. Her hand started to shake. “You can’t do it can you? but you could hurt your own child with a straight face so what is stopping you from killing your daughter. Shoot me!”

Your mother lowered the gun after considering what you said and walked from the room without another word. Lockwood ran up to you and pulled you into an unexpected hug. “Never ask to be shot again. You are better off alive”

“Ironic, coming from you” you mumbled into his shirt causing him to let out a small breathy Laugh.

“Not to break up the sweet moment but it is nearly morning and If we are going to do it. We need to do it now” George interrupted while holding up the iron cloth.

You let go of Anthony and kissed his cheek briefly catching you both of guard, before taking the iron chain cloth out of George’s hand and walked up to your brother’s body and ghost who were next to each other. “It was nice seeing you again. Big brother”

Jace’s ghost spun round in joy that you finally admitted that you were the younger twin but you were the twin that got to age.

You placed the wooden sword next to his body before throwing the irom sheet over his body. Jace’s ghost dissapearing forever.

The four of you walked out of your childhood house where DEPRAC was waiting to collect your brother’s body to finally put it in a grave and to arrest your mother for attempted murder of an agent.

“This was a weird day, For the first time a ghost did not try to kill us” George commented before seeing you wave mockingly at your mother and then stick your middle finger up at her where she glared at you from the back of the police car but lockwood pulled your hand down but instead of letting it go he held on.

“Yeah, That is why I called him casper the friendly ghost even when he was alive”

hi there! just a friendly reminder that your favorite character that you are possibly reading about loves you just as much as you love them! they love every part of you, they appreciate that every part of you adds up to who you are and what you stand for. they love everything about you, even your quirks, or imperfections (though they swear you have none). they definitely talk about you to everyone who will listen (no matter how annoying they sound hehe). they would want you to go easy on yourself, and take a break every once in a while. maybe drink some water. they just love you so much <3 enjoy reading about them :) 

He’s a 5 but he would’ve come for you. And if he couldn’t walk, he’d crawl to you. And now matter how broken you were, you’d fight your way out together.

Another quiz for if you were a fictional character how would your fandom treat you (if you think your life is too boring to have a fandom just think of yourself as living the domestic!au of some sci-fi or fantasy)

reblog with your results

Beyond Rumours

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Chapter Seventeen

Summary: Y/n is a Malfoy. A Pureblood. A pretentious, blood-status-loving Slytherin. At least, those are the rumours, but since when has Remus Lupin ever really cared about rumours?

Warnings: bulling i guess, name-calling and swearing, mentions of stabbing

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: sorry i haven’t updated in a while. my mental health is really all over the place at the moment so i’m not sure how frequently i’ll be updating. i will be trying to update at least once a week though <3

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Thursday, 1st of December 1977

The beginning of December rolled around quickly, bringing with it the first fall of snow. It glinted on window sills but students took little notice of it, as they were all preoccupied with thinking and talking about something else.

The Yule Ball.

Most people had a date already. Regulus was going with a Ravenclaw called Alice, and that left me going alone. However, none of the Marauders had a date yet, and I was hoping that Remus would ask me. I was too scared to ask him myself, so I desperately prayed he’d make the first move.

“Now, I understand that the Yule Ball is very exciting,” Professor Laufeyson told the class, “but you do have work to do.”

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