#humpday post

[leenathegreengirl]

So uh…this happened 😄

But don’t worry, I’ll explain everything soon! 💜💜💜

(dm me if you want the uncensored version!

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[louisianimal]

Sniff sniff?

[willowaddison]

[spiritchill]

Wednesday stuff, okay. I'm doing Wednesday stuff.

[leenathegreengirl]

Who doesn’t love a blushy boy? ☺️💜💕

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[leenathegreengirl]

Saying louder for the folks in the back 😤💚💕

This is Hardcase.

Hardcase says, "I don't know. Could be fun," and means it.

He lives in the moment, coming up with ideas other people think are crazy because they're not typical ideas.

But sometimes, atypical thinking is exactly what we need.

Hardcase is, in his own words, "hyperactive."

He is to ADHD what Tech is to autism and Gregor is to traumatic brain injury.

Hardcase is representation.

Hardcase doesn't waste a moment when he sees a way to complete his mission, even though it means it will be his last one. He goes out with a smile, knowing his brothers will live to see the next campaign because of him.

But his crowning moment isn't when he sacrifices himself.

Nope.

His finest moment is when he looks up at Pong Krell—a Jedi who should be able to see right through him—and believably lies through his teeth.

Clones can't lie. They absolutely suck at it.

But Hardcase can, and he does it well.

Hardcase doesn't get a lot of respect, but he should.

He represents everyone who's ever had a good idea but got laughed at, everyone who dives in headfirst because that's who they are, and everyone who's ever thought of others before themselves.

We need more people like Hardcase.

[leenathegreengirl]

Life on Pabu has been good for this sweet boy! He’s got a lil extra ink, a few more piercings, and some awesome hearing aids compliments of our girl Aiko! 💜💕

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[sometimessmagical]

My humpday post got flagged this morning so here’s a different one. Upon reflection the thong one I first tried was probably a bit much for tumblr and I should have known better.

And sorry I wasn’t online last night. It’s crazy busy for us right now but hopefully I’ll see you all on Saturday

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[louisianimal]

fighting the homo urge to post my hump on this fine Humpday.

[sailtomarina]

Wands at the ready

You took a deep breath, then let it out slowly over the course of a slow few seconds. You could do this.

“Wands at the ready.”

Tightening your grip on the slim birchwood, unbending but reliable, you stood in position. Across from you, Fred raised his own wand. Your eyes met in the brief time between stillness and action. Was it you, or was he smirking?

“And, go!”

You flicked the tip in a quick down and up, keeping your voice low. “Flipendo.” There wasn’t any point to yelling out spells like some Firstie. What mattered was precision. Focus.

Just as quietly, Fred negated your jinx with a well-timed Protego. The knock-back bounced off harmlessly, but you were already moving into the next plan of action.

This was a trick Hermione had taught you, one that had saved her life back in Fifth Year and many times since.

“Silencio!”

Your spell hit its mark, leaving your opponent’s mouth moving soundlessly. You took his surprise to gloat, just a bit. This was one of the Weasley twins, after all. Not easily out-manoeuvred, nor put on the defensive. 

You really should have pressed forward.

Fred’s grin was wide as he twirled his wand while you laughed, and the next thing you knew you were toppling forward, completely unable to stop the rush of the floor.

Except, you never made contact.

Right as you squeezed your eyes shut for impact, arms wrapped around you instead.

“I got you, love.”

Fred.

You still couldn’t move, but he rotated you so could see. The rest of the duellists paid you no heed as they continued to throw spells at one another. When you refocused your attention to your attacker-turned-rescuer, it was to find his eyes trained on you, lips curved into a gentle smile. They were slightly chapped, and, if you could move, you’d lick your own on impulse.

“Can you counter the curse, or do you yield? Two blinks for the latter.” He waited patiently for your response.

Theoretically, you could undo the full-body bind without moving or speaking, but doing so would require time. He’d taken advantage of the opening you’d provided. He deserved the win. 

You blinked twice.

Fred kept a hold of you as he spoke the counterspell, and gently helped you back to your feet. His hands felt rough against your bare arms. From Quidditch, or maybe tinkering on more of their pranks?

He could have let go sooner than he did, but he checked you over first, the cushion of his bottom lip between his teeth in the process. 

“You all good?” he finally asked.

You nodded, equally parts self conscious about your failure as you were about his continued proximity. He was taller than you, and his broad shoulders blocked out much of the room behind him. Were this a physical duel, you didn’t think the odds would be in your favour. Then again, being pinned beneath Fred Weasley didn’t sound bad at all. “Again?” 

White teeth flashed. “Looking for some revenge are we?”

You knew your own window when you saw it.

“This time, the loser has to do whatever the winner asks.” You stated your wager clearly, holding his gaze to let him know just how serious you were.

He cocked his head, and you held your breath. Would he accept? There wasn’t really much in it for him to do so.

Then his smile returned, wide enough to make his eyes crinkle at the corners. The hand at your elbow squeezed briefly, before letting go. You immediately missed the touch.

“You’re on.”

597 wc

5.8.24 WWW Humpday prompt: “Wands at the ready”

Cross-posted on FB, Tumblr, and AO3

I'm typically a Charlie girl, but I've been feeling Fred's charm quite a bit lately. I hope you enjoy!

[welldigger62]

I was inspired by my buddy @findingforest51 and her post yesterday. I had to create this after reading about her dreams for ice cream Sunday.

Well, I couldn’t wait. I’ll call this ice cream Humpday. Black cherry ice cream and red jelly beans with vanilla flavored whip cream and chocolate drizzle.

A little side note- frozen jelly beans are like rocks 😂😂

[leenathegreengirl]

The morning sun warmed Hardcase’s face as he ambled in the direction of Leena’s home. He fiddled with his hearing aid as his mind raced.

“Is this a good idea? Maybe I should just— no. No, I'm going to check on her. She needs someone right now.”

His chest ached as he recalled her face the other night; tear streaked cheeks and a pain so profound in her eyes he was certain he felt it too.

Hardcase didn’t pretend to know what went on behind closed doors in Leena’s marriage to Tech. Based on the information he’d gathered, the split was painful but not really anyone’s fault.

That didn’t make it easier. And Leena was so sweet. The thought that someone so brilliantly filled with life and love feeling pain so excruciating seemed criminal to him. She was so pretty too. Her smile lit up every room she was in. Anyone like that deserved happiness. It didn’t have to be him. In fact he didn’t expect it to be. The ending of her marriage was too fresh. She didn’t need some… silly guy throwing himself at her. However, she did need a friend. And that? That Hardcase could be. He could push those butterflies into a little box in the pit of his stomach and be her friend.

He stopped at one of the planters of community flowers. The blossoms were purple. Purple like that pretty lipstick Leena wore. The thought made him smile and he picked a few. He also noted which planter it was so he could come back later and plant more to replace them, assuming he didn’t forget.

He could see her door. He could do this. He, Jesse, and Fives saved their brothers on Umbara. He could definitely do this. Right?

He took a deep breath and marched up to the door before he could turn tail and run. He rapped his knuckles gently and waited.

His breath caught for a brief moment when she finally opened the door. So beautiful. And then he grinned, proudly holding the flowers out to her.

“Hey there! I came over to see how you’re doing! Thought you could use a friend. And flowers. Because those are both nice and cheer people up.”

Smooth Hardcase, he chided himself for letting his nerves get the best of him.

But then she smiled. And suddenly nothing else in the galaxy mattered because everything most exquisite was looking back at him in her eyes.

(This story was written by the lovely and talented @returnofthepineapple ! Go check out her blog for more awesome stories like this!!!)

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[hanasnx]

hii indyyy

heres your humpday presentt

this is heavily inspired by your fic 'one more night'

its one of my many faves but i think it one of your first fics i read, but anyways i love that fic so much, the tension, the angst ugh pure masterpiece

i actually reread again when i found that vid but omgg you're such genius indy

nsfw link everyone

paula this shit hits like i felt it, i got hard, i twitched etc im so happy you liked that one i was thinking about it lovingly the other day bcos i’m in the middle of outlining another post argument smut for my fave character rn it’s one of the most fun plots for me to write tbh

i love your porn vids, perfect hump day present 🥴

[sailtomarina]

I don’t want to be alone right now

fred weasley & hermione granger | friendship, fluff

He found her huddled in the garden, the curls a stark difference from the hydrangeas and rhododendrons flanking her on both sides. Ugly, gasping sobs rent the otherwise still space. It wasn’t yet midday, but rather that brief break after the morning bird calls and just before the afternoon drone of insects.

Fred didn’t know what had compelled him to walk out the back door. Call it a sixth sense, or whatever else. There was a tug; he followed.

Now, he stood watching her. Hermione. 

What is she doing here? he thought. Why is she crying?

Fred’s first impulse was to hunt down his baby brother and drag him outside. Surely he was the cause of all this, or, at the very least, knew what had happened. Fred could never figure out what it was that bound the two together aside from–and here, he scoffed–life and death. Without Harry Potter, without Hermione’s propensity to help, help, always help, the two shared very little in common.

He loved Ron, but he also knew Ron was a bit of a dunderhead.

“Hermione?” Crouching down, he tried to keep his voice soft. He didn’t want to scare her off.

She gasped anyway, face jerking up to reveal blotchy skin wet from distress. “F-Fred?”

He held both palms up in an entreaty. “What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?”

He knew what her answer would be before she voiced it, because this was Hermione. She’d rather bear all the weight of her troubles until she collapsed rather than burden anybody else. She was like Harry, in that way. Maybe that was where Ron fit in–the only one of the three who sought help, and received their trust in kind.

“No, I-I’m fine. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–” Now she stood, wiping at her face with the sleeve of her jumper. Her eyes darted around as if she was ashamed. He could tell she was looking for an avenue of escape.

“Don’t apologise. I come out here, too, sometimes.”

“You do?” There was so much hope in those two words.

“I do.” And he did. 

Of all his siblings, only he and Charlie seemed to take comfort in Mum’s garden. The others would rather sprint off to the fields for Quidditch, or to the orchard to get lost among the trunks and apple-laden branches. He did, as well, but when he wanted quiet–true quiet–he came here.

“Why?”

“It’s one of the only places where nobody thinks to look for me.” Except for George, of course. But George, unlike the rest, knew when to give him space without being told or asked for it. “Is that what you would prefer? For me to give you privacy?”

She chewed on her lip as she seemed to consider him. He observed her back, waiting patiently for her to reply. Moisture still clung to her lashes, framing her dark, gold-flecked eyes and making them appear even larger. They reminded Fred of fire sparks in the night.

“No. I don’t want to be alone right now, even though I did earlier.” The small smile she sent him felt like a win. Her cheeks flushed as he rewarded her with a grin of his own.

Almost shyly, she took his offered hand, biting her lip all the while. She allowed him to lead her over to the stone bench above which wisteria hung with its heavy perfume. She didn’t pull away when he continued to hold on.

“Now, who do I need to go and beat up?”

Her tinkling laughter was a balm that soothed as much as delighted. Fred didn’t know it yet, but this was the start of something lasting and beautiful, a connection that would save him when all seemed lost.

Written for Weasleys, Witches, & Writers 7.19.24 HumpDay prompt, “I don’t want to be alone right now

626 wc

Cross-posted on Facebook and Tumblr

[ekwolfwriter-blog]

WIP Wednesday

Hello, been a while ago - except for my streams, lol. But I figured to get more traction to my tumblr, I am going to try and post on Wednesday. Any WIPS that I have or new ideas to see if people are interested. Just to get some frustration out and trying to be more focused on posting more.

To start, with my You Came. You called fic will be coming to a close soon, I am going to share a snippet of the fic and what I have in mind:

As the sun was rising, Zuko’s need to wake up with the early sun was ignored this time as he just curled into her. Katara felt the same as she unconsciously hugged him more. Zuko was sure part of her reason to cling to him was her fear of facing Aang after everything that happened, just from how it seems she did not want to wake up and face him in the morning; he would be lying if he also did not want the morning to come after last night. Ironic for a firebender to want the night to last longer instead of embracing the element he draws energy from.

But if he could, he would stop the morning coming. If a moment more to sleep as he could feel the sun creeping into his hut. He grumbled a little as he turned to the light; careful of Katara as she was deep in her sleep. Zuko sighed as he slid back down. He looked at Katara again as he moved her hair a little with his free hand.

She looked peaceful sleeping, and he could not bear to wake her up. Even made his heart melt more as she turned her head to his touch, seeking him. Zuko smiled as he lowered his hand to try and get some more sleep as she nestled into him more.

“ZUKO!”

The peace was ruined as there was a banging at his door before it busted open. But Zuko was quicker as he drew a knife from under his pillow and aimed it at the wall near the door entrance. A yelp was heard that sounded deeper than Aang as Zuko blinked his eyes awake to see it was Sokka was he was freaking out.

Sokka was about to panic over the knife before Zuko lifted his finger to his lips to hush him, teeth visible as well, before pointing to Katara. Sokka was annoyed as he then made a talking motion with his hand before motioning to get out. Zuko grumbled as he rubbed his face then mouths “Now?”

Sokka feverishly nodded.

Let me know what you think! And happy Humpday!

[tmwcs]

Okay yall. It is humpday which means…we’re halfway through the week and Beauty and the Beast will be posted this weekend. 😚