gin-loves-harry:

“Mrs. Black.”

Euphemia Potter stood in the doorway of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Her crimson and gold sari making her look like a radiant poppy against the drab facade of the house. James Potter stood next to his mother, hair a mess as always, but wearing darker colors… more suited to enter The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

Walburga Black stood in the dark doorway, dressed in a beaded black gown, wearing a face of thinly veiled rage. Her nostrils were flared, her jaw was set, and her pupils had dilated in her light grey eyes. James Potter knew that face, because her oldest son had inherited that look, and that temper… not that James would ever say that out loud.

“Can I help you, Mrs. Potter?”

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captofthesswolfstar:

Lily: So there’s nothing about you and your friends that you want to tell me?

James: Er…no?

a rat carrying an odd piece of parchment scurries past, chased by Filch’s cat who is being chased by a big black dog.

Remus: *sprints past them, chasing the dog* DAMN IT PADFOOT I SAID STAY!

Lily:

James:

Lily: *raises an eyebrow*

James:….er….I can explain….

captofthesswolfstar:

But can you imagine Teddy and James getting in trouble at school and they are sitting in Mcgonagall’s office..

McGonagall: *looking over the write up of what the boys were caught doing. she sighs* Oh you can’t be serious…

James: Actually professor, Sirius is my middle name. *smirk* 

Teddy: *snorts* 

Mcgonagall: *stares at both of them, feeling the absolute worst Deja Vu* 

Teddy: Are you alright, Professor? 

James: Yeah, Minnie, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.

Mcgonagall: *tries to shake herself out of it. Clears her throat* Yes, I’m fine. Now, Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin *pauses. Suddenly seeing James and Remus in front of her instead of James and Teddy. she sighs* You know what…just…don’t do it again. 5 points from both of your houses. Off with both of you!

Teddy: *grins* Wicked. Thanks Professor!

James: *winks* Yeah, thanks Minnie.

Teddy: *rolls his eyes and grabs James’ arm, dragging him out of the office and muttering* That’s enough of the flirting you prat, we already won her over.

Mcgonagall: *watches them leave, then sinks down in her chair, rubbing her temples* I need a vacation…

captofthesswolfstar:

Reminder that Mcgonagall was only in her 50’s when she taught Harry

Which means she was in her 30’s when she taught the marauders and she was probably gorgeous.

So all of those HCs and chats about the boys flirting with her are probably accurate as fuck lol

If they COULD eat, what kind of breakfast would each Cullen (and Jacob) eat?

panlight:

Blood sausage, right?

But no, seriously, if they could eat:

Emmett apparently follows the Gaston Diet Plan

and eats dozens of eggs every morning (day). I submit as evidence those pictures of him from the first movie carrying around an inexplicable bag of eggs. He’s also really into kid’s sugary cereals and fights with Jacob over who gets the prize. Renesmee tells them they’re being childish. 

Alice makes fruit smoothies and flits out the door without anything more substantial. 

With Jasper it’s good old southern fare. Biscuits and gravy? Grits? 

Esme makes French toast and omelets and enjoys eating them herself but she also loves customizing the omelets for the various family members. Who wants ham, who doesn’t like peppers or onions, etc. Sometimes she even comes up with new combinations that her targets always end up loving. She just ~knows.

Rosalie has a half a grapefruit and threatens Edward at least once every morning with the serrated spoon with which she eats it. She accepts Esme’s omelets and French toast occasionally out of respect.

Edward worries over the ethics of eating meat and eggs when so many animals have already died to sustain him and Emmett’s like “just shut up and eat the bacon, kid,” but he usually settles on a granola bar, unless he’s feeling guilty for making Esme sad and then eats whatever she makes. Then he feels guilty that Esme is cooking and insists on making breakfast for the family himself for a week as penance.  

Carlisle has coffee or tea and some dry toast that he picks at while he reads the newspaper or a book. Once a week Esme snatches the reading material out of his hands and sets down a vegetarian omelet. 

Jacob happily eats anything set in front of him and finishes off whatever the others didn’t eat. Esme is secretly smug, thinking he prefers her cooking to Emily’s, but Jacob’s kept his opinions on their cooking to himself. Doesn’t want to spark a vampire-shapeshifter war over muffins and French toast. 

If they COULD eat, what kind of breakfast would each Cullen (and Jacob) eat?

panlight:

Blood sausage, right?

But no, seriously, if they could eat:

Emmett apparently follows the Gaston Diet Plan

and eats dozens of eggs every morning (day). I submit as evidence those pictures of him from the first movie carrying around an inexplicable bag of eggs. He’s also really into kid’s sugary cereals and fights with Jacob over who gets the prize. Renesmee tells them they’re being childish. 

Alice makes fruit smoothies and flits out the door without anything more substantial. 

With Jasper it’s good old southern fare. Biscuits and gravy? Grits? 

Esme makes French toast and omelets and enjoys eating them herself but she also loves customizing the omelets for the various family members. Who wants ham, who doesn’t like peppers or onions, etc. Sometimes she even comes up with new combinations that her targets always end up loving. She just ~knows.

Rosalie has a half a grapefruit and threatens Edward at least once every morning with the serrated spoon with which she eats it. She accepts Esme’s omelets and French toast occasionally out of respect.

Edward worries over the ethics of eating meat and eggs when so many animals have already died to sustain him and Emmett’s like “just shut up and eat the bacon, kid,” but he usually settles on a granola bar, unless he’s feeling guilty for making Esme sad and then eats whatever she makes. Then he feels guilty that Esme is cooking and insists on making breakfast for the family himself for a week as penance.  

Carlisle has coffee or tea and some dry toast that he picks at while he reads the newspaper or a book. Once a week Esme snatches the reading material out of his hands and sets down a vegetarian omelet. 

Jacob happily eats anything set in front of him and finishes off whatever the others didn’t eat. Esme is secretly smug, thinking he prefers her cooking to Emily’s, but Jacob’s kept his opinions on their cooking to himself. Doesn’t want to spark a vampire-shapeshifter war over muffins and French toast. 

fuckyeahjohnlockfluff:

skadi-again-again:

althor42:

misha-in-the-tardis-at221b:

in-demigodishness-and-all-that:

constitutionclass:

england-made-a-spooky-blog-and:

nega-che-chalaga:

salt-water-chardonnay:

latinagabi:

thenoodledude:

emergencysalsa:

Tumblr: #this fucking donut #can we talk about this fucking donut for a minute #can we #because on this donut #the sprinkles just comfortably melt into the icing #you can tell that they are so perfectly in tune with each other #and they’ve come so far from when the sprinkles just sort of sat on top #barely touching for fear of rejection #just ugh I can’t #otp: comfortably melting

4chan: here’s a picture of someone putting their dick in a donut.

reddit: that donut needs to go back into the kitchen and make me a sandwich.

academia.edu: Here is a pdf of the seminar paper I wrote about the erotics/poetics/semiotics/science of donut eating.

deviantArt:I did not steal this donut. I traced it so now it’s mine.

It got better

Fanfic.net: The donut is the setting for a high school AU, were two sprinkles meet and realise they have more in common than they ever thought possible, however, the mean chocolate sauce has caught wind of their secret relationship. Will they be able to make it together before it’s too late? M for a lemon flavoured donut.

This has officially become one of my favorite posts.

I JUST REBLOGGED BUT FANFIC MADE IT PERFECT

Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with: The Internet.

archiveofourown.org: Graphic Depictions of Gluten, doughut/sprinkles, doughnut/glaze, doughnut/sprinkles/glaze, doughnut – character, sprinkles – character, glaze – character, dsg threesome, first time, morning doughnuts, AU – doughnutverse, omg i don’t even know, knotting

#THE KNOTTING AT THE END OF THE AO3 IS THE MOST ACCURATE THING IVE SEEN IN MY LIFE

HP RP Pair Up

edgelord-zuuko:

In the spirit of script swap, here’s another event to bring the community closer together. The HP RP Pair Up.

Once all the names are submitted, and May ends, I will pair everyone up. Everyone will get one randomly assigned partner. You and your partner will co-write and perform a thread together. It must have at least two characters, though it may have more than two. You and your partner are the only ones allowed in the thread. 

Send me an ask or a message saying that you’d like to participate. If you aren’t sending me the message from your RP account, be sure to also send me the URL you roleplay from. Sign ups will be open for the entire month of May. I am aware that it is finals season, so this will be slower going with longer deadlines.

“I CAN EXPLAIN!”

girlswillbeboys11:

*Mcgonagall catches Rose, Scorpius, James Sirius, and Lily Luna all on the third floor corridor (a restricted section of the school) with a lasso, a love potion, and a pound of goose feathers.*

Mcgonagall: Now, concidering none of you would like to come forward and explain what happened. I have decided that I am going to talk to all of you seperatly. Ms. Potter, my office now.

*In the office*

Mcgonagall: Why were you in the third floor corridor?

Mcgonagall: You and your friends were righting wrongs? 

Lily Luna: We’re a lit club. We write the wrongs. It’s a very important job. Without the dedication and courage of the press the world-

Mcgonagall: Next.

Mcgonagall: Why were you in the third floor corridor?

Mcgonagall: Next.

Mcgonagall: And why were you in the third floor corridor?

Mcgonagall: *rubs temples* Next. 

Mcgonagall This should be good…what were you doing in the third floor corridor? 

Mcgonagall: I need a raise. 

((OOC: This was a rp based on this post. Thank you to the lovely @space-marauder for being a grande Scorp and James.))