0:15/07.25-happy birthday to me :D
'You could've taken anyone!’ said Ron in disbelief over dinner. ‘Anyone! And you chose Loony Lovegood?’
'Don't call her that, Ron,' snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. 'I'm really glad you're taking her, Harry, she's so excited.'
HOLY SHIT. I WANT FIC ABOTU THIS FRIENDSHIP
shake it // metro station
now, if she touches like this
will you touch her right back?
Happy birthday, my dearest Ash!
Chris + looking really good during TLOS3 tour
hrhchriscolfer: Tonight!!! #HotInCleveland
this week’s hair color is brought to you by sunsets after a week of rain in june
Wow what this is amazing
lostbri tagged me in the 6 selfie thingamabob so what the hell
have some pics of me from the past year
"Maybe I needed a change. I don’t really know. I guess… I kind of felt d r a w n here.”
can’t stop drawing rude foxes
stickers and shirts on [redbubble]
mklutz is right about TW fandom needing some cheering up via ridiculous romance, so let’s play a “waiting for new Teen Wolf omg it’s Monday” fic prompt game.
Reblog this post with a romance novel cover and I’ll write a paragraph or two of it as Sterek. Front and back cover works best, but I’ll settle for front cover and publisher’s book description.
Go wild, but NO BEAR. Anyone who reblogs with Bear is FIRED.
This book looks ridiculous, yet this prompt got SO LONG. This just in, bleep0bleep is the worst.
"This," Laura said, turning it over in her hands. "This is your heartgift?"
"Yes," Derek said, making a grab for it. She danced back out of reach, clutching it in her hands.
“This,” she said again, holding it up. “I don’t get it.”
"We’d have a big problem if you did," Derek snapped, finally managing to snatch it away. "You aren’t supposed to touch it, you’ll muddy the imprint."
"All right already, I won’t touch it, I promise.” She watched him put it back on the windowsill, facing the street, where anyone passing by could see. Throughout the city, windows were littered with heartgifts; most were more ornate than Derek’s, working harder to catch the eye, but a few were simpler than anything he could’ve come up with. Across the way, the baker’s daughter had put a small, unpolished lump of quartz in her window, so his heartgift was hardly the least impressive.
Derek felt no pull whatsoever toward that lump of quartz, thank the gods.
"Whoever they are, I’m sure they’ll be special," Laura said encouragingly, patting Derek on the back. "They’d have to be, to see past a heartgift like that."