I don’t damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much. — James Patterson (insp)

No one reblogs on tumblr anymore.

No one leaves comments on Ao3 anymore.

Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.

Reblog a post so other people can see it.

Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.

Fandom cannot live on Likes or Kudos alone.

Contrary to popular belief, I think Nadia is quite an obsessive partner. Like, y'all realize that she's in love with MC, right? She won't be like "eww no" when the love of her life asks her for an extra hug in the morning. Yes, she's busy with her Countess duties and she has so much stuff to do. I'm not saying she'd neglect her duties because she definitely wouldn't do that.

BUT. You can't tell me that when they're apart, she doesn't spend every moment of her day thinking about MC. She's signing some silly little papers about shrimp prices while fantasizing about cuddling and kissing them for hours. Put her in a room with literally anyone and she's gonna gush about MC at the first opportunity.

Yes, she's very dutiful. She works her ass of to make Vesuvia a better place. But she's also baby girl and a romantic. If she could choose between working or making out with MC, she'd gladly spend her whole life kissing them.

Also Nadia is hella possessive. She has to have at least a hand on MC whenever it's possible. You belong to her, got it? Anything you do makes her melt.

All this woman wants is to hold and to be held, but life often gets in the way. Please, give her all your love and affection because she craves it.

Nadia spent her entire life dreaming of this love. The entire Lost in Prakra tale proves that, hello??? Don't ignore that.

yup that's what happened!! we get a ADOPTED.

today, may all wizardkind be united in this noble cause

Raise your wand for Sir Michael John Gambon /*

[たかさくらべ]

yes charmander is the tallest starter of fire types

Why are my clients being arrested? Have they been read their rights? What are the charges?

Same Energy

frohana! (ft mattias) :D

GRYFFINDOR!M!MC X ANNE SALLOW ONESHOT

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It was the first quidditch game of the season. The breezy autumn air carried the roar of the crowd for miles. Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw! Players of gold and of blue flew over a sea of crimson with a single emerald amongst them.

Anne Sallow was sitting in the Gryffindor section with MC. A few students had given her strange looks, but once they saw she was with MC, they let it go.

Anne hadn't realized how much she missed quidditch until she finally got to attend a game again. She felt the rush of adrenaline from the crowd cheering on their favorite players. With her healed, she could finally stand and jump and cheer with the rest without pain. She would cry with happiness if she sat and thought about it.

MC had invited her to sit with him. He figured with her history as a quidditch player, she would be ecstatic to attend this game. He wanted to see her happy. He got his wish. He smiled to himself every time Anne would jump out of her seat and cheer.

She was standing and clapping when a sudden gust chilled her right down to her bones. They said it would be an early winter this year and the wind reflected that. She sits back down to duck under the wind and uses the surrounding students as a breaker.

MC saw her clutch herself and sit down suddenly. "Are you alright?"

She tightens the Slytherin scarf around her neck and tucks her hands under her arms. "Yeah...just got a bit chilled."

"Oh! Here." MC removes his house coat and drapes it over her. "Congratulations, you're an honorary Gryffindor today." He chuckles.

She smiles at him and pulls the coat tighter around. The golden lion on the back softly glows as she snuggles into it. She blushes when she smells his cologne on the collar. She's never admitted it to him, but she loves it. She finds it enticing.

MC doesn't realize he's staring. Seeing her in his house coat was unexpectedly attractive. He's been discovering more and more he likes about her the more they've spent time together, but THIS. Her in THE house coat. The one everyone associates with HIM. On HER. He feels the heat rising in his cheeks.

Anne takes notice of his staring out of the corner of her eye. She looks his way and he turns back to the game. She raises an eyebrow. "Are YOU alright?"

MC doesn't look at her. "Yep. Perfect. Fine. Great. Why do you ask?" He says quickly.

She smirks. "Because, I saw you staring. Again." She giggles. "You're not as subtle as you think you are."

MC was now completely flustered. "What do you mean? I don't stare! I mean...I look, who wouldn't look at you? I mean, uh..." His face has gone completely red.

Anne full on laughs at him. "It's alright...I don't mind. Not when it's you." She nervously tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

He looks at her, shock written all over his face. Was she saying what he thinks she's saying? "R-" His voice cracks and he clears his throat. "Really? I truly don't mean to stare, it's just.... you're..."

She looks in his eyes. "I'm what?" She asks softly.

"You're just...so beautiful." He finally admits. His Gryffindor courage overriding his nerves.

She flushes fully and looks down with a smile. "I...find you attractive as well. I'm sure you hear that alot."

He scoots closer, his thigh against hers. "Not from any who matter... until now." He looks over her face as she turns her gaze back to him.

The look in his eyes draws her in a little. "Then I shall say more. You've become important to me. I wouldn't be here without you and yet you still sacrifice so much of your time to me. I have found a friend in you I could only dream of before. And the more time we spend together, the more I-..."

Her words catch in her throat. He gives her a soft smile. "The more time we've spent together, the more I find out how wonderful you are. Your inner strength, your wit, your intelligence, and your beauty are all things I've come to admire. I would love to court you, if you would have me?"

Her heart was beating out of her chest. His confession made butterflies explode in her stomach. She smiles broadly. "I would like- No, I would LOVE for you to court me!" She would have said too loudly if not for their noisy surroundings. "In fact, there is one thing I absolutely refuse to wait on..."

"What's that?"

She grabs his tie and pulls him down to press her lips to his. His eyes go wide, but soon settle shut. He wraps an arm around her waist and cups her cheek. He felt warmer than he would ever be with the coat. The kiss was gentle but electrifying.

As they kiss, the announcer shouts over the crowd "HUFFLEPUFF HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH!! EARNING THEM 150 POINTS AND ENDING THE GAME! HUFFLEPUFF WINS!!!"

As the crowd erupts they pull apart and look into each other's eyes. They felt like they had caught their own golden snitch.

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“You need more battle training.” Magnus says, dusting his hands off. “You’re getting the hang of quick-cast spells – they just need to be smoother, more fluid.”

“Well, maybe you should take me on calls more often.” You reply loftily, raising an eyebrow. “To have more battle training is to do more battle training.”

“You’re young.” At that, you cross your arms. Magnus isn’t moved by your show of anger, continuing. “You’re young and you haven’t experienced the danger of the battlefield. Reading about it is not experience.”

“I wouldn’t mind if your beloved apprentice took a few days to train at the Institute.” Isabelle Lightwood enters the large kitchen, pulling on a large jacket. The Shadowhunters had regrouped at Magnus’ apartment, cleaning blood and marking runes for their recovery; Isabelle had caught your eye in the fight, all glory and grace, and, now she was leaning against the kitchen counter, expectant.

“No.”

Isabelle turns to you. “You were brilliant out there. I’ve never seen someone so young take on so many demons with warlock powers. And, you’re only an apprentice?” She puffs. “Unbelievable.”

Your cheeks are red from the compliments and you struggle to find the words to reply but Magnus saves you by interrupting.

“Miss Lightwood.” Magnus says shortly. “Stop flirting with my apprentice.”

She places a hand on her heart, smile widening. “You caught me. But, I would really like if Y/N could come and train at the Institute.”

YOUR trainer towered over you while you laid on the ground, groaning in pain after getting your ass kicked once again in the past half hour. Your body was completely sore by now, but you didn’t wanna give up just yet. 

Gasping for breath, you looked up and chuckled. “You’re pretty good. You were destined for this, Lightwood.”

“And I am destined to make you just as good,” Isabelle offered her hand and you grab it, lifting yourself up.

m/n: [pat sit beside him] come on piet! sit here i don't bite.

[pietro about to sit beside m/n but wanda pull him]

wanda: he will bite you [sit in middle between pietro and m/n]

pietro: [look wanda with confusion] but you can sit beside him?

wanda: [chuckle] he like me.

m/n: [smile] i love wanda.