#this was inspired by a tik tok

[daily--cats]

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I love men who love cats and that cat is adorable ♡

[acourtofquestions]

“If you were to ask me what Throne of Glass is about…

I’d say it’s about the epic journey of a teenage assassin in a corrupt kingdom.

But if you were to ask me on a deeper level, I’d say…

It’s about how small acts of kindness can change the outcome of the world.

Money to a barmaid, waiting an extra minute to shoot, a warning in a competition, a cloak in a cold dungeon, a message on a wall, sharing your lavender soap.”

[nappingmoon]

nanami finds your perfect engagement ring -of course- but he is torn on the decision of the accompanying bands. he revisits the jeweler over weeks, standing before the glass and comparing the rings in the display to pieces of your favorite jewelry from past photos. they would all look so gorgeous and each unique ring aspect reminds him of a different part of you and, rather than leave any option behind, he gets a bunch. some have little emeralds, because the pop of green just compliments your skin tone so well. another is simple, just a band for your quieter days, when things get overwhelming. one stack of rings joins together like a little sun, and even with all the diamonds set in it, it cannot even hope to match half of your sparkle.

he gives each one to you on a different date. one night, he takes you for a beach stroll. you've just finished dinner at the most beautiful restaurant on the coast and as you walk hand in hand, your sandals in his free hand, you're focused on the sensation of the sand between your toes, and how the water feels lapping up before receding. when you turn around, he's got his eyes fixed on you. his gaze is soft and full of nothing but adoration and you watch him sneak his hand into the pocket of his pants before pulling out a stunning little band, decorated with small pearls. "kento, you did not!" you squeal, giddily making your way back to him, leaving small divots in the wet sand. you throw your arms around his neck without thought, and he grips on to the ring hard while his arms come around your back, intent on not dropping it. he replaced the sapphire embellished ring with the new one, perfectly fitting around your sparkling engagement ring. the blues were cute by the water but the pearls brought in such an elegant aspect. after taking a moment to admire it, you rise back to your tippy toes and bring your husband in for a kiss.

he smiles against your lips, pleased. "i take it, you like the ring?" he asks, as if he had even a smidge of doubt.

"it's perfect, my love." your response is echoed by the waves, the soft rumble of the ocean glittering under the moonlight only strengthening the resolve in your voice.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

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[yes-im-a-simpp]

Dick : What you and a hospital have in common?

Wally : I don't know Dick, what do we have in common?

Dick : I should be inside both of you.

Wally laughing : That's really funny-wait a second.

Dick :

Wally :

Dick :

Wally : Why do you have to be in a hospital?

Dick taking his shirt off : Well, I kinda got shot three days ago and-

Wally : DICK WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE BLEEDING OUT

[tratshka]

Gota draw him serving CUNT

[ssahotchnerr]

ellie taking everythinggggg off her bed (everything besides the mattress 💀🤭 pillows, all her stuffed animals, blankets) and bringing it to your and aaron’s bed. the way she so proudly yet nonchalantly walks into your room 😭

the look you and aaron share 😭 — it’s gonna be one long night.

[snowflake-sage]

Everyone look at this right now

[pistachi0art]

been talking about a infection au- Gordo starting a chain reaction by biting Benrey (who doesn’t tell anyone about it)…to then shortly disappear afterwards- Tommy’s the leader now!

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

If you're failing it means you tried. If you're rejected it means you went for it. If you struggled it means you overcame. If you didn't get something you wanted it means there was something you really wanted, that is you opened up your heart enough to be vulnerable.

k.b. // @/nasimehehe - tiktok

[theloveinc]

Lmfaoooo just thought about internet dating shinso and he’s so suave and cool online … then you meet in person and he doesn’t say a damn word

[loonylupinblack3]

Wretched

Paring: Barty Crouch Jr x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: barty crouch jr is wretched

Word count: 0.6k

“Looking for this?”

I turned around reluctantly, none too thrilled to find Barty Crouch Jr staring at me with that wicked amusement in his eyes, a book in hand. Not just any book. My book. The one I needed to complete my Charms essay, and the one Barty knew I needed.

I held my hand out, not in the mood for his shenanigans. “Give it here.”

Barty raised his eyebrows at my tone, a wretched grin making its way onto his face. “You sound grumpy.”

I gritted my teeth. “I’m not grumpy.”

Barty hummed. “I think you are.”

I scowled, lunging forwards in the hopes to catch the Slytherin by surprise. Barty was too quick though, or maybe he was just suspecting the attack, because he moved smoothly out of my way, holding the book at a distance. My scowl deepened and I crossed my arms.

“What do you want then?”

Barty feigned confusion, going so far as to scratch the side of his head in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath, glancing around the quiet library. There were only a few students in there; the sound of turning pages and the scratching of quills on parchment the only noise in the place. Aside from Barty and I, in a little nook in the back of the library. It was a sunny day, unusual for November, which was why the library was so empty; most wanted to enjoy the sunshine while it lasted.

Noticing my surroundings was a tactic I used to calm down, one I’d found myself using a lot more once Barty Crouch noticed my existence. He went from not even knowing my name last year to constantly badgering me every chance he could. It was infuriating.

“Why don’t you go outside like everyone else and just give me my book?” I demanded.

Barty tilted his head, looking at me like I was something he couldn’t quite figure out. A puzzle he couldn’t solve. I glowered at the thought, surging forward to try once again to get my hands on the book.

The wretched boy was too fast again, this time grabbing both my wrists with one hand and pining them above my head against the bookshelf he pressed me against. Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I refused to look away as the Slytherin leaned in closer, his eyes boring into mine.

He tilted his head, moving forward until I could feel his breath against my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

“Why don’t you say please?” he rasped, voice so quiet I nearly didn’t hear it.

I swallowed thickly, finding myself at a loss for words as I stared at the wretched boy in front of me. He was that; wretched. He was the most wretched person I had ever met, with his wretched smirk and wretched hair and wretched confidence as he talked to me, like he didn’t care that I hated him. Like he knew I didn’t really hate him at all.

“Well?” he prodded.

I stared at him, my eyes straying to his lips. They were parted, small pants coming out of them like Barty was feeling just as flustered as I was. I looked back into his eyes, and I think we both knew I wasn’t asking for the book when I breathed, “please.”

Barty’s lips crashed against mine as he got a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back to give himself better access to my mouth. I melted into the kiss, feeling my knees go weak as I returned the pressure, moving my mouth against his like it was the only thing I knew how to do.

My tongue swiped across his upper lip and Barty let out an appraising groan, his hold on me tightening as he tugged me even closer. There were fireworks everywhere as the kiss continued, my mind hazy.

When we finally pulled back, we were both panting, staring at each other with undisguised hunger.

Barty flashed that smug smirk and handed me the book, our fingers brushing. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“You, Barty Crouch Jr, are wretched.”

Barty grinned. “I know.”

[milobyelo]

The real reason Iceman and Maverick’s chat log was empty during the movie Is 100% because Maverick asked something stupid and was so embarrassed afterwards he just deleted the chat so no one would know.

Maverick: Is Pink Panther a lion?

Iceman: Say that again but slower

Maverick: I don’t get it?

Iceman: He’s the pink PANTHER

Maverick: Okay but is he a lion?

Iceman: Mav, angel, light of my life, he’s a panther

Maverick: Is that a kind of lion??

Iceman: No it’s a fucking panther

Maverick: I just googled, they are not pink??

Iceman: AND LIONS ARE???

[penxil]

i think Silver would have grandma levels of detecting lies and scams online. as in he would believe everything and share it to 15 friends

[resident-gay-bitch]

going crazy about sirius black wearing glasses

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

omg is it but shes a cheerleader wednesday??

no sadly BUT…

i have a new wip!! 🐥🍕