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Been watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer and JESUS! Joyce is a TERRIBLE mother!! It’s unbearable honestly! Xander is awful and all but I feel like we truly gloss over the fact that Buffy’s mom is the worse.

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not to vagueblog but some of you are clearly experiencing dragon madness

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To all Americans out there:

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please don't let this show get canceled!

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Why is nobody talking about how there is a FULL ON ASS SHOT in a DISNEY MOVIE!! I feel like we have come a long way as a society. I am loving the way the MCU is headed tbh. 😂

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A Snapshot: George Weasley and The Girl Who Lived

This is just a fun short "snapshot" into an idea I've had. I don't know if anything will come of it but I thought it would be fun to share. Let me know if y'all want more to it.

 On a dark night, on a small street called Privet Drive, an old man stood. The man was named Albus Dumbledore. He took out a mechanical device and clicked a button. As if by magic, the light from all the streetlamps was zapped into the device, leaving the street in darkness. As the man, a professor, put the device away he heard a cats meow not too far off.

"I should have known you would be here...Professor McGonagall" Dumbledore addressed a small tabby cat sitting on a brick ledge. As he spoke the cat transformed into a tall, old woman.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?" Professor McGonagall inquired of Professor Dumbledore as they progressed down the street.

"I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad." He sadly confirmed.

"And the children?"

"Hagrid is bringing them." This answer did not sit too well with Professor McGonagall.

"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." At that, a roaring motor could be heard in the distance. The two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle descending from the sky. The motorcycle comes to a skidding halt and a large man by the name of Rubeus Hagrid takes off his goggles and greets the two professors standing before him. "No problems, I trust, Hagrid?"

"No, sir. Little tykes fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh." At that Hagrid handed over the first child. A baby boy who was fast asleep. "Try not to wake him. There ya' go." Hagrid kept hold of the second child, a little girl of the same age, one-year-old.

"Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving them with these people? I've been watching them all day" Professor McGonagall expressed her concerns "they're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are."

"We won't be leaving them both here. Just the boy," said Dumbledore. "And they are the only family he has."

"The boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name."

"Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready." Dumbledore then places a letter in the basket along with the sleeping baby.

"And as for the girl?" McGonagall asked.

"Remus Lupin has agreed to take her in. Given his way, he would have them both." Dumbledore clarified. "But this is the only way."

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10 years later

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Emma Potter sat at the breakfast table when the owl arrived carrying her acceptance letter into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was an exciting time for the eleven-year-old, for this was a sign that she was one step closer to meeting her twin brother for the first time. Emma was a little short for her age with dark, messy, brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes were the same green that she had been told belonged to her mum once upon a time.

Emma grew up knowing of her lineage and of her brother, however, she knew that he likely did not have the same knowledge as her. Emma had figured this out over the years, as she tried numerous times to send a letter to her brother in secret, but had never received a reply. She figured their muggle aunt and uncle had something to do with it.

Emma knew one other thing that her brother did not. She knew of how the two of them had survived that night in Godric's Hollow when their parents had perished. James, Emma and Harry's father, had hidden Emma in a small cupboard under the sink as Lily, their mother, ran into the nursery with Harry.

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The Sorting Ceremony

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Emma stood surrounded by first years on the staircase leading to the Great Hall of Hogwarts, waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin. When a boy with blonde hair spoke up.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." There was a wave of excited whispers at this. Emma could barely see the blonde boy, and she was desperately trying to get a better look at who he was talking to. No doubt her very own brother. "This is Crabbe and Goyle and I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." At this, someone must have sickered because next, the boy seemed to become upset "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Then a new voice was heard. One that made Emma's heart drop to her stomach for a split second. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." Harry! That must be Harry! Emma started to push her way forward but before she could get far Professor McGonagall came forward and told the crowd that the ceremony was to begin.

Emma watched as her brother was sorted into Gryffindor house. Immediately after he sat down the professor called her name and the room was filled with more whispers and excitement.

Emma sat on the stool and as the hat was placed on her head she told it exactly what was to happen. "Place me in Gryffindor." She demanded. This clearly surprised the hat.

"Are you sure. You would do so well in-"

"Gryffindor? I know." she sarcastically stated. "I want to be with my brother." she was more serious with her last line. The hat merely hummed in thought before shouting, "GRYFFINDOR!" And the crowd was in an uproar.

Emma ran to the table but stopped just short of her brother, who was looking at her in awe. Harry stood up from his seat, they didn't say anything to each other before Harry embraced his only living relative. His twin sister.

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Three Years Later, At The Quidditch World Cup

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Over the past few years, as Emma grew very close to her brother and their two best friends, Hermione and Ron, she also grew close to Ron's older brothers Fred and George. Now, it was known to everyone, save be Emma, that George had begun to fancy her over the last summer, of which her guardian Remus Lupin had allowed her to spend the majority of time with the Weasley family.

As the group walked together to the port key, George could see Emma eyeballing Cedric Digory like he was a fresh piece of meat and she a hungry wolf. George was set on winning Emma over, no matter how long it took. And Fred, well, Fred was set on helping his brother get the girl.

As the Quidditch World cup carried on, Emma and George sat together at the game, and could constantly be seen teasing each other.

Soon, however, things took a turn for the worst. The Deatheaters were attacking and Emma was separated from the group.

Emma ran, wand drawn, scared out of her mind. Tears streaked her face, but she tried to remain calm. She stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath and stopped crying. She wiped her tears and continued forward, carefully.

"Emma!" A figure yelled as he ran towards her. It was George. He gripped her and pulled her into a crushing hug. In that instant, Emma felt safe, for the first time in three years. She felt warm and her heart felt full. When George let go and took her hand to lead her away from the burning tents and ashen skies, she knew that she would do anything to feel that way again. She also knew, deep down, that George was the only one who could give her those feelings.

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Sirius Black's Death

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As the years progressed, George and Emma would sneak in and around the castle to find places to snog. Times were getting harder and more dangerous and George constantly worried about Emma. She, like her brother and their friends, always found trouble. The four of them were continuously in danger together. Though he worried, he knew that those four were going to be the ones to end the war. Emma worried for George too. She wanted nothing more than for him to be safe, but she knew what being in the Order meant to him.

On the night that Emma and Harry watched their godfather, Sirius, die, George was there for her, as always. He held her tightly in his arms as she screamed her frustrations to the world. He stroked her hair and kissed her temple as she cried and mourned.

Emma sat in George's arms crying as he rocked them back and forth. Emma was beginning to calm down a little and she wanted to tell George something so she sniffled and turned to face him.

"I can't lose you, George," she said with tears in her eyes. George looked at her sadly and placed his large hand on the side of her face and leaned his head against her own.

"You won't." his own tears were threatening to fall now. He hated seeing her like this.

"I love you, George." her voice cracked as she said this. It shocked George and he pulled away. He didn't pull away because he didn't feel the same. Quite the opposite. George loved Emma more than she could ever know. But his pulling away scared Emma. He saw the look of terror and heartache cross her features. She thought he didn't love her. George placed both hands on her face now and looked her in the eyes.

"I love you more than anything in this world, Emma." relief filled her heart at those words, and the two of them kissed. It was the most passionate and loving kiss either of them had ever experienced.

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Clean Ya' Up

Prompt: Having their hair washed by the other.

Ship: Billy Butcher x Hughie Campbell

A/N: This one, I really love the concept, but the execution is a little iffy if you ask me. But we are our own worst critics, I guess.

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Hughie sat in the corner of the small bathroom. Covered in blood from head to toe and completely zoned out. Meanwhile, Butcher sat on the other side of the same wall, contemplating. He wanted nothing more than to check on Hughie, knowing he was not okay, but he never was good for comforting those in need.

After a moment, despite all better judgment, Butcher slowly entered the bathroom. Before him sat the young man he had grown so fond of in the last few months, bloody and broken. A moment passed, and then two, before Butcher gently placed his hand on Hughie's head.

"Let's get you cleaned up, eh?"

Butcher led the smaller man to the large sink and told him to lean forward. Billy Butcher, a man known for gruff words and rude actions, gently began to wash the blood from Hughies face and hair.

Billy's fingers tangled into Hughes soft dark hair. The suds slowly turned brown as the soap cleaned the blood. The two men stayed silent, but Billy was hyper aware of every breath from Hughie's chest.

A small noise escaped from the back of Hughie's throat and Butcher raised an eyebrow.

"Ya hurt?"

 Hughie shook his head no in reply.

"Come on now. Let er out." Butcher pressed.

Suddenly Hughie snaped. "Why are you doing this?" He sat up straight, water dripping from his locks. "Why are you being . . . I don't know . . . not an asshole?"

Butcher didn't answer. He didn't know how. The things he felt for Hughie made little sense to him, and at the same time, felt like a betrayal to Becca.

"What?" Hughie yelled. "Why are you so quiet? You always have some smart ass remark to make, so say it!"

"Maybe I just want to help, did ya ever think of that?" Deflection. That's all it was.

"No!" Hughie was getting more frustrated by the second. Everything he had felt was starting to build up into his chest in this moment. "No, because everything you do, you do for yourself! For revenge! You don't care about anything else!"

"I care about you!" Butcher finally broke.

Silence. The two men stared into one another's eyes in silence. Both expressions had gone soft. Eventually, without another word, and without much realization or thought into what he was doing, Butcher grabbed Hughie by the face. He looked into the eyes of this young man who had seemed to entice him.

He closed the distance between their lips. The Kiss was rough and full of need. Butcher hadn't kissed anyone since Becca, he didn't realize how much he missed it. Hughie's hands slowly made their way to the other man's back. He could feel the strong muscles contracting beneath Butcher's shirt.

As quickly as the kiss began, it stopped. Butcher had pulled away, but kept one hand on Hughie's face. Clearing his throat Billy nodded to the sink.

"Let's, uh, finish getting you right cleaned up." He couldn't bring himself to look at Hughie's flushed cheeks or swollen lips for fear he would pounce on him once more. 

Hughie's eyes stayed on Butcher's profile for a second longer before slowly lowering his head back into the sink. Eagerly awaiting Billy's fingers on his scalp.

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The Shirt

Sam x Bucky

Prompt: finding the other wearing their clothes.

The morning sun was just starting to rise over the horizon. The fresh smell of dew left over from last night's rain still hung in the air as Sam made his way down 5th street. After recent events, he found that a morning run was an excellent way to blow off steam and clear his mind. He ran almost every morning these days. Mantrapore, power broker, karli, a black Captain America. So much had happened and so much had changed that in the last few months and he couldn't make heads or tales of any of it.

As Sam ran his mind began to wander to more recent events. After telling Yori about the truth behind his sons murder, Bucky felt uncomfortable continuing to live in the same apartment complex. In the effort to help a friend out, Sam invited the Sargent to come live with him. Just until he could get back on his feet. Bucky had reluctantly but graciously accepted the offer.

Of course the first few weeks sharing the same apartment was absolute hell. Bickering back and forth about chores and who got to use the remote was expected. What wasn't expected was the feelings that would start to develop after about two months of sharing the same space. After a while Sam began to notice the smaller details about Bucky that he had never bothered to learn before. 

The way that Bucky would always give money or a few groceries to the homeless man on the corner, or how he still had nightmares but was always so careful to not wake Sam in the other room. Sam noticed the way Bucky's eyes crinkle when he smiles and how his laugh, when loud and genuine, could make anyone laugh too. Before Bucky moved in, Sam hated going home to his small and lonely apartment. Now he found himself excited to go home. 

A few weeks ago Sam began to wonder about the feeling he noticed would appear within his chest every time he saw Bucky after a long day. Soon that feeling evolved into an ach everytime Sam looked at Bucky as he wander the house without a shirt on, or every time Bucky would laugh after teasing Sam about something stupid.

Sam always knew of his bisexuality, but he never had the desire to tell anyone, especially after entering the military. Now he was questioning that decision. Sam had never felt so connected to another person. It felt like an unknown gravity was pulling him closer to this super soldier and there was nothing he, or anyone, could do about it. Not that he wanted to do anything about it.

Sam started to slow his pace as he got closer to the apartment building. How was he supposed to handle this situation? Bucky wasn't exactly in the right place to start a relationship. Not that Sam believed Bucky would ever want that with him. Was Bucky even into guys? Sam had never asked. And Bucky had never said anything. He had been out on a few dates with various women but he always seemed dissatisfied afterwards. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on Sam's part.

Sam, slick with sweat and mentally exhausted, entered the apartment. He tossed his keys onto the counter and called out.

"Buck?"

"Yah?" Bucky's gruff voice came from the other room.

"I'm back. I brought breakfast." Sam hollered back and set a paper bag of pastries on the table. Soon Sargent Barnes emerged from his bedroom.

"Thanks, I'm starving." Sam turned towards his voice and what he saw took his breath straight from his lungs. Sam said nothing as Buck grabbed a pastry from the back and bit into it, but his eyes never left the super soldier's bulky frame.

Bucky finally noticed his friend's stare. "What?" He asked cautiously.

"Is-is that my shirt?" Sam tried to feign annoyance but it didn't quite work out with his stutter. Bucky looked down at the light blue tee then back up at Sam.

"Ugh," Bucky's mind stopped working for a fraction of a second before his next words. "Yah, my laundry." He pointed to his room briefly. "I forgot to do it." He was beginning to lose color in his face. 

Bucky really had forgotten to do his laundry, but instead of putting on a dirty shirt, he opted for one of Sam's. This had less to do with convenience and more to do with an opportunity to be able to have Sam's scent nearby. Bucky hoped Sam couldn't see this.

"Oh." Was all Sam could bring himself to say, the heat in his neck drew from his ability to focus. The two of them held eye contact for a fraction longer than maybe they should have, but neither wanted to look away.

Bucky hadn't loved anyone since Steve, and having been from the 40s he certainly never told anyone of his preference for men. Even now, living in the 21s century, it was too much to admit. At least for now. So he did what he always did when the feelings became too much. He choked it all back.

Bucky tightened his jaw, gave Sam a nod and walked back to his room. Leaving Sam feeling more or less as if he had just missed an opportunity. Sam turned back to the bag of pastries, grabbed one, and headed to his own room to get ready for the day.

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I hope this works!!

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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When you're waiting around campus for your next class at 5:15 pm but your last class ended at 2:45 pm.