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As she stepped out from the shortcut to the library with her arms laden with books into the corridor, she heard the shouting. She turned to see where the sound was coming from and was immediately ploughed into and knocked forcefully to the ground.

Books were scattered everywhere over the floor, and she narrowly missed smacking her head against the stairs. It did hit the stone floor though, and fairly hard with the force of the collision and the body still on top of her.

Pain bloomed at the back of her head and she closed her eyes and let out a small hiss.

         There was a ‘slap slap slap’ of bare feet on a cold stone floor. It echoed and was accompanied by heavy breathing and quickened with every inch. Sirius Black ran down the middle of the corridor on the third floor, past the library, headed for the stairs. His dark hair flew behind him as one of his hands cupped his crotch the best it could and his other was flailing to gain speed. Goosebumps erected all over his bare flesh as he still ran —— as naked as the day he was born.         ❝ James took my cloooooooothes. ❞ Echoed through the halls as he simply kept on running. 

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Reblog If You Are At Least 18 Years Old

For Those Under 18

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If you find me to be INTIMIDATING in any way, anonymously send along ☠ with the reasons why.

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Fuck your pretentious "Seminars" when everyone else has lectures.

Fuck calling your Tutorials labs when labs are an actual thing for science students just so you can claim to be a science and confuse the shit out of everyone. It goes for a fucking hour, not 3 like a real Lab.

Fuck only having classes every 2 weeks and giving out shit all information on what you actually want us to do and putting everything on your dumbass website that fucking sucks and I've been actively avoiding using since first year. And when I show up to the "seminars" you just make us do every goddamn variety of memory test to prove that's how it works. YOU'RE A GODDAMN PROFESSOR AT A UNIVERSITY, I'M GONNA FUCKING TAKE YOUR WORD FOR IT IF YOU GIVE ME THE INFORMATION!

And fuck the website too. If I wanted to take an online off campus course, I would've done it as a summer school class

AND I DON'T EVEN WANT TO DO PSYCHOLOGY ANYWAY! its fucking obvious and boring and a waste of my time and the only benefit is I feel closer to Sherlock surrounded by people who think its a science and don't see this shit as obvious.

And fuck not having any goddamn choice. I fucking hated journalism, I fucking hate psychology, and now I don't get any more choices so pick one of those. NO FUCK YOU!

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO FUCKING DO WITH MY LIFE BUT IT SURE AS HELL ISN'T THIS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO AND JUST FUCK EVERYTHING I DON'T WANT TO BE ALIVE ANYMORE BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS FUCKING SHIT ASS!

And if anyone has actually made it this far, I don't want to kill myself and I'm not contemplating it, I just don't want to exist any more.

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AU IDEA

- Not my gifs, credit to the owners -

Muse A is a mermaid/merman living in a small lagoon with it’s family. No humans seen to come around there, so it seemed like it was the safest place to be. Completely isolated from the world, muse A have no idea about what cruelties the world holds.

Muse B is a fisherman’s child. Life by the docks was a hectic one, and muse B’s father decides to move to a place where they can work and live in their own, only going into town for selling the fish.

The mermaids get surprised to find a family moving in, but decides to stay, only that they cannot show themselves. The fisherman have warned muse B about mermaids, and how dangerous they are. 

But one day Muse A gets bold, and swim to the surface, just when muse B throw in the net. Muse A is stuck in the net, and does everything to get out of it. The two agrees on not to tell their families about this little meeting, and somehow they keep bumping into each other.

Can they keep their friendship as a secret? Is growing up together with, and learning to love, a person of another kind a foolish thing to do?

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She took the book from him and blew a layer of dust from the cover. She quickly turned to the right page and scanned through the ingredients and method. She put the book down on the bar and vaulted over to start going through the liquors against the wall, picking out what she needed. Another quick glance at the book for instructions and she began quickly pouring it out.

When she was done, she realised it was an odd first request for working in a bar like this, even as a training exercise but she wasn't going to start questioning now.

"One Shirley Temple," she said sliding it over the bar to him nervously. Was this a test or something?

"Hello Love, thank you for the application. What makes you feel like working at the Jolly Roger is a good career for you?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest I just really need a job. And I figure I blend in enough to work the bar, and I’m inconspicuous enough to catch people off guard working security. Most people don’t think a girl my size can flip a man so…" [shrugs]

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who killed my post while I was editing it?

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Aunt? Other relatives was usually not a good sign. She let the subject of family drop and smiled slightly at his lack of escape routes.

"I should feel bad that I interrupted your sleep, but it is 2 in the afternoon," she teased.

"Although I will apologise for filling your day with moving boxes. There has got to be something better you could be doing with your time," she said as they got back out the the car and her mum.

"Oh good, you're back," her mum said smiling at the both of them. "Here Cammie, these boxes are for your room," she pointed to a stack labelled 'Cammie's Stuff', next to the open car door. "Take them in so we know where to set up your bed."

"Got it," Cammie mumbled as she grabbed two boxes off the top, waiting for Peter to pick up some so she could lead him to her new room.

She turned back from her boxes to see him smiling at her, she smiled back.

"I’m Cameron, Cameron Morgan. Call me Cammie," she said sticking her hand out to him.

"So Peter Parker, how long do you think you’ll be forced to keep moving things?" she asked as she took her hand back.

"Will someone come and provide an escape with a plate of cookies or something soon?" she said, turning to head back out to the car.

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Calligraphy Username Giveaway Sort of

So here’s the deal everyone.  I’m SUPER bored, and I haven’t been able to write much recently so I want to do this as a gift for people.  The goal is to make a gif, like the one above, for everyone up to the first 10k reblogs (if I even get that high), of their username, or one other word that they want (just put what you want in the reblog, but keep it reasonable.  I don’t want to gif-write the entire declaration of independence.)

Likes are also appreciated, but to keep it easy on me try to stick to reblogs so I can keep count without going insane.  I will get to everyone in the first 10k and if I find that this doesn’t take too much of my time I’ll see about doing more.  But yeah.  Reblog away, and my ask is open for any questions.