#pleeeeeeeease give me a fucking break

[dmdumouchel]

I’m still so annoyed that after Clover was killed off and Fair Game shippers were upset, pple tried to make out that it was impossible for RWBY to be homophobic or queerbait just because there is wlw rep. As if it isn’t possible to still be homophobic towards mlm.

#pleeeeeeeease give me a fucking break #look I don't know what went on behind the scenes #whether it was intentional or not the fact is the damage was done #either way #but regardless of all that #the fact of the matter is there is NO mlm rep in RWBY #we are what...8 seasons in?? #ofc they don't /have/ to do anything but it's really uncomfortable when the only queer rep is wlw #and the only possible mlm ship gets bulldozed in one volume #all I ask is to not pretend it isn't possible for prejudice or mistreatment to occur towards mlm fans and rep #just because there is a wlw couple

[tahtahfornow]

1 pleeeeeeeease...... wolfstar duh

ahhh yes of course, thank you so much for playing @squidgilator!!

went wild and made this one a telephone convo. haven't done an all-dialogue type thing in, like, decades, so. we'll see!

anyway this one's for you, sweet molly <3 <3 I hope you enjoy it!

[based on prompt 1 - things you said at 1 a.m.]

general p.s. to all - i think this is the last ask in my inbox so will probably take a lil tumblr break after this & focus on the piles of actual real-life work i've been neglecting! however, writing these has been infinitely more fun :).

p.p.s. whoops i just quickly glanced over this and realized I did a stupid american thing and wrote "merry christmas" so I am changing it to "happy christmas" now because i am, like, freakishly committed to these boys being british even if i am a sad sad american myself.

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25 December 1976

1:17 a.m.

“Hallo?”

“Remus—fuck, Moony, finally, listen—”

“Sirius—Sirius, what—why the hell are you—all right, firstly, do you know what bloody time it is, and secondly, I didn’t even know you could use a telephone, do the Potters—”

“Moony. I take Muggle Studies. I can do all sorts of amazing things. And I got—I got change, Muggle change, from a nice bird, a Muggle girl, you know, took pity and gave me change, and so I am here now inside of a very silly red box in Camden—”

“Jesus Christ, are you plastered? You realize you woke my parents up at one a.m. on Christmas Eve—Morning, whatever—to call here plastered—”

“No, stop, no, all right, yes. Yes, I am a little tiny bit plastered, but listen, Remus—”

“I’m hanging up now, Sirius. See at you Hogwarts.”

“No, no no no no wait—listen—err—I crashed the motorbike—”

“You what—you crashed—why were you even, where is—fuck—oh my God, Padfoot, are you all right?”

“Yes, it’s, I’m fine, it’s just, you know, a little shake-up, a tiny little sort of crash—”

“Shit, shit. Okay, just. Stay calm, I’m coming to get you. Give me the nearest cross streets and I’ll be right there.”

“You don’t—no, that’s not why I’m—Remus, you are in Wales.”

“I can Floo, idiot. Take the Knight Bus, if I have to. Give me your cross streets and the name of, like, a nearby shop or something.”

“Moony. Moony, you can’t come get me.”

“Yes I can.”

“No, you can’t—you can’t come get me because—because I really need. I just need you to stay on the phone right now. Please.”

“ . . . ”

“I need you to stay on the phone because. Because I want to talk to you. And this is already, like, the most words you have said to me consecutively in—in weeks. Actual weeks, Moony. And I am—yes, all right, yes, I am a little plastered, but God. I just—don’t hang up. Please, please don’t hang up. Because I am honestly terrified that when you hang up and I am safely returned to the Potters or whatever that—that we’ll go back to, to. To the silence and the cold and the not-talking and—and I can’t.”

“Sirius. I am concerned about your safety. I would like to come get you.”

“That is—oh my God, stop that. Stop that fucking, that—just talk to me, damn it, you were actually talking to me—”

“Please give me your nearest cross streets.”

“Fuck. Moony. Look, I deserve it, I know I deserve it, you hate me and I deserve it but—”

“I’ve never hated you, Sirius.”

“Remus—”

“I was hurt. You hurt me.”

“ . . . ”

“I’ve never hated you.”

“ . . . ”

“Sirius?”

“ . . . ”

“Sirius, are you—”

“I’m not fucking crying, shut up.”

“I was just going to ask if you were still on the line.”

“Oh. Right. Err—yup. Still here.”

“Can I come get you now, please.”

“So you’re not . . . still mad at me, then?”

“Of course I’m still bloody mad at you, you did the absolute worst thing ever. Of all the fucking things you went and—you did the absolute, absolute worst. You fucking idiot. I will be at least a little bit mad at you until the end of time. There is a sliver of my brain now reserved exclusively for being mad at you. Doesn’t mean I want you dying on the streets of Muggle London, Christ.”

“ . . . ”

“Sirius.”

“I’m not bloody crying, all right, fuck.”

“Will you please give me your cross streets now.”

“I—just, do you remember . . . ”

“Do I remember . . . ”

“Do you remember Halloween.”

“Do I remember October 31st.”

“The party. The Halloween party”

“Do I remember the Halloween party.”

“Fuck, Moony, you know what I mean.”

“Sirius.”

“ . . . ”

“Obviously I do. Why on earth do you think I would have forgotten.”

“I just mean—I just mean—do you. Did you. Fuck, Remus, I—”

“You—”

“I just. I just really. It was nice, is all. It was so nice, it was really really nice and I don’t even, I can’t even tell you how nice it was and I went and fucked it all up and I know, I know I fucked it all up and it’s all my fault and I’m lucky you’re even talking to me through this silly little machine right now but did you at least—”

“Did I at least—”

“Was it—”

“ . . . ”

“Was it nice. Was it nice, for you. As well.”

“ . . . ”

“Moony.”

“ . . . ”

“Moony, are you cryi—”

“No. No, I am not. Fuck off.”

“ . . . ”

“Yes. Yes, it was very nice.”

“ . . . ”

“Give me your cross streets please.”

“All right so the thing is. I have to confess something.”

“ . . . ”

“I didn’t crash the motorbike.”

“You didn’t—what, then why the fuck—”

“I had to keep you on the bloody phone somehow, Moony, you threatened to hang up and I was desperate and it just came out of my mouth—”

“Oh my God, that’s—that’s pathological, like. I was worried about you, you prat. Are you even—”

“Yes, I am, I am really inside of a ridiculous red box in Camden, all right? I wrote Evans three days ago and gave her, like, five galleons in exchange for your telephone number—”

“Oh my God—”

“And she did take the money although to be fair she said she would’ve just as soon given it for free. And Prongs obviously doesn’t have a telephone so I had to, you know—”

“Get sloshed in Camden and call me at one in the bloody morning on Christmas?”

“Right. Exactly.”

“Fucking hell.”

“Err—Happy Christmas, by the way.”

“Yeah. Happy Christmas, Padfoot. I’ll see you at school, all right? Hi to James for me.”

“Wait—err—do you want. Do you still want to maybe come fetch me. After all.”

“ . . . ”

“Moony?”

“Yeah. Yeah, all right. Give me your bloody cross streets, then.”

#wolfstar #r/s #remus lupin #sirius black #prompt drabble game thingie #my fics #marauders #hp fic #post-prank #sirius black takes muggle studies and can do all sorts of amazing things

[songbirdstyles]

pt2 to that angst?

‘If you are thinking of continuing that professor angst I am fine with that. Just so you know. No pressure’

‘Can you do how they make up after that agnst you did?’

‘You know now we need a part 2 of that angst right? Pleeeeeeeease’

‘If you are thinking of continuing that professor angst I am fine with that. Just so you know. No pressure’

‘okay I need part 2 of prof! harry angst more than the air that i breathe!!!!’

the people ask and i deliver ofc

The first time Harry calls you, you let it go to voicemail.

It’s not that you’re trying to be petty - you just can’t bear to talk to him, to hear his apologies and how he’ll pretend to understand. If he understood, you think, he wouldn’t have said half the shit he did. And you still feel as though, if you hear his voice - if you try and defend yourself against him - you may just break down into tears again. So, as you pick up your phone to glance at the name and photo of whoever’s calling you, you merely place it back on your desk, burying your face back in your homework.

The second time you pointedly decline it and on your lockscreen is a text notification from one Harry S. and your eyes scan the words as fast as they possibly can.

Harry S.: Please call me, or at least text me. 

It’s simple and sweet and you know you should ignore it but God, you can’t bring yourself to. So you swipe through, staring at the message when you’ve unlocked your phone and trying to envision what to say.

If you were smarter, or perhaps a tad more grudging, you’d leave the message alone with the small seen at 9:05 attached to it. But you start typing anyway, dropping your pencil against your notebook as you lean back in your seat. 

Y/N: text

You press send and drop your phone back onto the table, eyes dropping back down to your work. But you can’t pay attention to it, now, the words clouding beneath your gaze, and you’re entirely too aware of your phone, sitting next to you, not a single notification buzzing through. And you know, of course, you shouldn’t be awaiting his response like this, but ...

It’s not like you want to be mad at him. You don’t want to fight - thinking about that makes tears burn behind your eyes, and you certainly don’t want to cry again. What you do want is to know why he acted like a jackass, to hear some semblance of an excuse.

At least it would prove he cared.

When your phone buzzes you give yourself just a moment before picking it up - to preserve your dignity, perhaps, or to prove yourself to someone who doesn’t exist. You squint down at your screen, examining what he’d replied.

Harry S.: Can you please pick up the phone? 

For a moment, you contemplate that - hearing the phone ring a third time and picking it up, pressing it to your ear, listening to him apologize and tell you why he said the shit he did. But you can’t think of it without the entirely-too-familiar feeling of tears bubbling behind your eyes, so you shake your head as your fingers fly over the small keyboard on your phone.

Y/N: i can’t

Harry S.: Why not?

There’s something distinctly awkward about reminding him that he made you cry - though you’re sure he recalls - so you merely reply my roommate is here, and stare down at your texts, awaiting his response with a desperation that’s nearly embarrassing.

Harry S.: Then I’ll come to your dorm. I want to talk to you in person.

Harry S.: Please?

If you had to name your own fatal flaw, you reckon it would be Harry in his entirety.

Y/N: sure

And your homework is entirely forgotten, for the moment, as you lean back and wait.

--

The second you got the notification, proclaiming I’m here, you’re out of the door so fast your head feels like it’s spinning. Your key is tucked into the pockets of your sweatpants because you’re almost entirely positive you’ll hold your ground and refuse to go back to Harry’s apartment if he asks - assuming he does. 

And you try to have faith in your ability to sustain your morals, but you’re not too confident.

His car is parked in the exact spot it’s been so many times before, and you can see where his head is dropped back against the headrest, hood pulled tight over his curls. You can recognize the hoodie as one you’d worn so many times around his apartment - light purple and just a bit too small on him, which is why you always wear it and he never does, and you can’t quite understand why he’s wearing it now.

You knock on the window and he rolls it down, and you stick your head into his car, eyes darting around until they rise up to meet his, and -

You hate the way your heart chips, just a bit, as you see his red eyes. But, you decide internally, you can’t get caught up in it.

He was being the asshole. He should be crying.

“What?” It comes out so much harsher than you’d anticipated and you feel heat burning your cheeks as his eyebrows furrow, just a bit. So you clear your throat, lowering your eyes to the passenger seat you usually reside. “What do you want to talk about?”

Harry doesn’t say anything, at first, but you keep your eyes locked on your seat. Already you feel your words burning in your throat and you hope this conversation won’t require you to say too much, because you don’t want him to see how upset he’d made you.

You don’t fucking want him to see you cry.

There’s another beat and you want to walk away, fish your key from your pocket and lock yourself back in your room and accept the fact that you’ve wasted your fucking time but then he finally finally says, voice soft and so much gentler than yours had been, “I’m so sorry.”

You’re expecting more and you raise your eyebrows, looking back up at him to meet his eyes, but he’s staring at the same spot on the passenger seat than you were, and you can feel your anger (and those fucking tears) already rising. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“If that’s all you have to say, then I’m going inside, Harry,” you tell him, sounding entirely more nonchalant than you’re feeling, and you can see, from the corner of your eye, the way his grip on the steering wheel tightens at your words. But it has the desired effect as Harry’s eyes rise to meet yours, and you swallow as your gazes meet.

He truly does look distraught in a way that you don’t reckon he has the acting ability to display and you revel in that, briefly, that you’ve made him even half as upset as he made you. And you don’t think you could bring yourself to go back inside without some sort of closure but you need him to think you’re over it.

(It’s only been an hour or two, though, so you don’t think you even have the acting ability to pull that off.)

“Don’t go.” Harry’s voice is desperate, pleading, and you squeeze your eyes shut. (Because you hate the way he acted, hate how shitty you made him feel, but deep down inside, you don’t want him to feel like that, too.) “Please. I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know - don’t know why I acted like such a dick.”

You pull your head out from the window, straightening yourself up and crossing your arms loosely over your chest. You’re not quite sure why - something about increasing the distance makes the lump in the back of your throat seem less massive. And you still aren’t quite sure of what to say but you try, anyway. “I don’t understand,” you tell him, and looking into his eyes is making it more difficult to speak so you look down at your toes. Your voice is strained and cracking and you’re not sure how far you’ll make it into your monologue without the tears breaking out. “You embarrassed me, Harry, and you didn’t even care, and then - and then -”

Fuck.

The tear that had been pooling in your eyes finally overflow and you bring the sleeve of your sweater up to your cheek, wiping away the droplet. You sniffle, opening your mouth to speak again but your voice catches in the back of your throat, preventing any fucking noise from coming out, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

Yeah, fuck.

You press your palms to your eyes, digging the heel of your hand into your tear duct to try and prevent the merciless tears bubbling over but it’s practically no use. They couldn’t be stopped no matter how hard you try, and so you stop trying.

“Baby -” you can hear the sound of the car door, opening and shutting, and within seconds there’s a pair of arms wrapped around you, and what used to be so comforting less than 24 hours ago makes your stomach turn. “Please don’t cry. Please -”

“No,” you mumble, hands dropping from your eyes and pressing to his chest, pushing him back so there’s at least a foot of sidewalk between you. You can see the glistening in his eyes and you suspect he’s entirely too close to being in the same state as you. “Don’t want people to see. Know - I know you don’t care, but I do.”

Harry shakes his head vehemently and you sniffle, wiping your running nose with your sleeve, and when your eyes meet his again his emotion is entirely unreadable. “I do care,” he tells you, and you exhale, glancing up at the dark sky above you, dotted with stars. “I promise, I do. And I’m so sorry - I really am.”

You hate everything about what’s happening - hate the way you’re crying, hate the way he’s going to cry, hate the fact that you want to wrap yourself in his arms and accept every single apology he’s giving you. Because you know him - or, at least, you think you do - and you feel like he’s being sincere, that he’d never act half so nasty again. 

In goes a shaky breath and it comes out just as unsteady. Your tears are beginning to calm down but it’s still difficult to come out with any sentence. And, in the back of your mind, you hate how exposed you feel right now - standing out where anyone could look from their window and see you two, looking like the climax of a coming-of-age film, both crying. 

“Can you look at me?” the soft voice in front of you asks, and you tear your gaze up from your shoes to meet his eye. “I’ll do anything - anything - to make this up to you, baby, I swear.” Then there’s another pause as your mind whirs and his eyebrows raise, a joyless smile peeking through onto his lips. “I love you so much.”

Fuck, again. You take in another breath and shake your head - his shoulders drop and you can see the tears welling in his eyes again. But, no, you’re not shaking your head at him - perhaps more at yourself, or at the situation, or at whoever may be watching you from their windows.

You knew the key in your pocket would go unused as you take a step forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body to his. Harry’s arms close around your waist, holding your body to his as if it’s a privilege he’s been deprived of, and you can feel the lone tears still trickling down your cheeks wetting his neck. “I love you, too,” you tell him, voice muffled against the material of his hoodie. His grip on you tightens, and you feel yourself practically melting into his arms.

The two of you stay there for a minute, and then you pull apart, and his thumb goes up to wipe at the tears still soaking the bottom of your eyes. There’s not much that has to be said - or maybe there’s too much, for the moment - and you relish in the silence, of the contentedness, of the resolution.

#answers #prof!harry #hope this is close to what u folks wanted #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst

[justanalto]

not a refund bc the other was lovely (painful, but lovely) BUT how about "I need a hug" for pipsy?

"I need a stiff drink," The door to Daisy and Piper's dorm room slammed open, and the former slouched into the room with all of the energy of a sloth. "Please tell me you have some of that vodka left. I need it." Piper, who'd been perusing one of her textbooks before being startled, raised an unimpressed eyebrow. This was Daisy, after all.

While dramatic on the regular, her girlfriend usually had a reason for her theatrics. And judging by the complete lack of emotional energy the other girl had, it was easy to guess what the problem had been. "Did Bobbi and Hunter break up again?"

"Fucking hell," Daisy plopped onto the bed. "They broke up once and that's fine. But then they got back together and broke up again!" She looked miserably over at Piper. "I can't deal with Bobbi's crying again. She doesn't even listen to the advice Jemma and I give her. There's no goddamn point!"

Piper snorted. She'd given up trying to reform Bobbi a long time ago. Daisy clearly had a better moral compass than she did. "Look, babe, just give it up. You could tell her Hunter was a psychopath and she'd still insist he had to take her back." When Daisy just groaned into the pillow again, she chuckled. "C'mere. I'll help you hug it out."

"Don't wanna."

"Pleeeeeeeease?" Still grumbling, the other girl cracked an eye open to see Piper sending her hazel puppy eyes. "I need a hug, then, babe."

"No you don't," Daisy muttered, but she flopped over to Piper's bed anyways and hugged her, making a muffled sound of content when Piper began running her hand through her hair soothingly. "See? I knew you didn't."

"Maybe not," Piper agreed easily, kissing Daisy's head. "But I knew you did."

thank you, love! 

send me a prompt!

#aosficnet #july drabble challenge #triple drabble #aos fanfic #pipsy #daisy johnson #piper #apathbacktoyou #ask things

[lcgendcfzvlda]

☆ — wait , is that ZELDA KING ? dean lockwood has been looking for them . you didn’t hear it from me but , apparently the JUNIOR might know something about the whole omega chi & kappa tau situation . while they can be BRASH & IMPULSIVE , they’re far too WELCOMING & COURAGEOUS  to be involved , right ? those who know them say they’re reminded of FLANNELS WRAPPED AROUND THE WAIST, THE CLICKING OF A CAMERA, A COMPUTER SCREEN ILLUMINATING A PITCH BLACK ROOM, THE “IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA” THEME, BAGPIPES PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE whenever they’re around .  honestly , the DIGITAL MEDIA major should try to keep their head down . after the events of last semester , lockwood is out for blood . did you know that ZELDA is a member of GAMMA RHO ALPHA ? that might explain why their name is being brought up .

                                               you’re an explosion , you’re dynamite                                                   playlist. pinterest. to listen as you read.                                                like for a plotting dm on tumblr , react for a discord dm                                                rocky lynch lovebot / hylia.#0329 on discord.

WOOOO I really can’t keep myself from holding only one muse can’t I. WELL. This is Zelda , a bit more of a happy-go-lucky muse compared to Sam !! She’s both her own character mixed with a few others I have - I love her dearly , so please please please feel free to come at me for plots !! <3 HERE WE GO :

HISTORY

Zelda’s backstory isn’t anything special - growing up in Scotland her parents had a nice marriage , she grew up an only child , always got good grades

But she always felt... average. She never was really anyone to anybody , so Zelda had a bit of a knack for wanting attention and trying to get her voice out there. So some took this as endearing , some took it as annoying.

In high school , she was lucky enough to be selected for an exchange student program in Salem , Massachusetts - and then she’d meet the FIRST person who would make her feel special in SAGA ( Sexuality And Gender Acceptance ) Club , a cheeky blonde boy named Cyrus who had a tendency to hide in the corner of the room and not talk to many people. And they’d date for about a year , up until Zelda would have to go back to Scotland.

They had to break up when Zelda would leave , but remained extremely close and communicating daily through digital connections.

ANYWAY , that little one year romance sort of gave her more confidence to use her voice and try and light up the room - since if she could do it for one person , she could do it for multiple people. That’s what gave her the idea to pursue a career in DIGITAL MEDIA -  namely , film & video ( with digital art and photography on the side ) in the more comedic aspect. Screenplaying and the technicals behind sketch-comedy skits. Stand-up comedy , even though that was more performing.

Think like Saturday Night Live - and then think of all the technical stuff that goes into it besides the acting. The script-writing , camera angles , etc. Zelda just wanted to make people laugh.

Soooo… when she told her parents that would be what she wanted to do , her average home-life would turn sour CONSIDERING they didn’t want her to explore such risky career choices. An easier life would be to become a lawyer or a doctor - more stable. But that’s not what she wanted. So after a LENGTHY argument with her parents , Zelda would be thrown out of the house with only the money she saved ( thankfully , she’d always been the frugal one ) , and would call . . . her ex-boyfriend and his mother. Since even though they’d only been communicating digitally over the past two years , it still felt like home in Massachusetts.

Her ex’s mother would pay for a flight for her to go back to the United States , and after some time of adjusting , she’d get into Hollingsworth to pursue her career in Digital Media - staying there , but often traveling home ( being where her ex and his mom lived ) routinely.

Pledging to Gamma , her insistence for encouraging people to live their life to the fullest and readiness to include people in her free spirited antics would leave a great impression on the sorority - eventually even leading to her current position as its president.

CHARACTER / FACTS

So again !! Zelda is my trans female pansexual bby , 5’11 bc tall girls make the world go round and she is the LIVING EXAMPLE of the Halcyon label. She’s loud , carefree , optimistic - never really known to pass up an opportunity to have fun.

...that’s so basic of an intro to her personality BUT IN MY DEFENSE IT’S EARLY

BUT YEAH Zelda ?? Does not give a shit about anything. She holds no grudges towards anyone , waaaay too chill - but she flips from extremely chill and laid back to “HEY HEY LET’S GO DO THESE TEN THINGS” and it’s. Definitely a 360. But nobody’s ever seen her angry and it sort of makes people wonder if she even feels anger or if she has a secret dark side nobody knows about.

...She doesn’t. Zelda’s only habits when angry are that she’s short , to the point , and WILL call you out if you’ve done something wrong. But making her mad is extremely hard and she’ll only remotely get upset if you prove time and time after again to be a shitty person.

Which , can sort of lead her to get taken advantage of because of her chill nature - that’s how the previous issue with Gamma getting in trouble at one of their parties happened. Zelda got pissed. She knows she’s chill but she doesn’t think about how that could lead SOME people to thinking “oh I can do anything I want and she’ll be fine with it” because she doesn’t. Get angry about much.

ALSO THAT DOES MAKE HER A BIT NAIVE - just again. She’s easy to take advantage of because she believes the best in everyone and automatically assumes people will do the right thing as people. Doesn’t really understand why people will do things to hurt others and doesn’t really want to.

Also kind of jumpy like she’s a social person and definitely flips between lax and loud but it is SO easy to startle her.

AS FOR HER INTERESTS IN DIGITAL MEDIA - she is extremely talented with the entire Adobe Creative Suite , especially Premiere , Photoshop , and After Effects.

She has an Instagram dedicated to posting manips , edits , etc. she made in both PS & AE. You know those funky Insta edits you see all the time ?? Zelda makes those.

She ALSO does a lot of editing and promotion for Gamma - a lot of times they’re memey little videos or advertisements or skits that display how welcoming Gamma is , and they do a great job at leaving a good impression on possible recruits.

Her BIG thing though would be a little YouTube channel she runs where she often posts videos just around campus - think Billy On The Street , which is what she really wants to do with her digital media career.

“I’M RUNNING AROUND HOLLINGSWORTH WITH A PACK OF WILD LESBIANS”

“LET’S GO LESBIANS LET’S GO”

She either wants to do that - or mockumentaries to put on Youtube ( or even documentaries in a whole that she approaches with her extremely sunny demeanor on conspiracies or the like ). She’d also like to film her own show to put on TV , either something like reality comedy , a reality show spoof , or even something like It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia or The Office or Brooklyn 99. Comedy film is her passion.

Commentary videos are ALSO something she’s considered , much like iNabber or Strange AEons , but she thinks mockumentaries , skits , and her other work

Also that person who Photoshops heads on people’s bodies and makes memes for all the group chats she’s in

She really doesn’t take herself seriously often but frankly that’s just Gamma as a whole so it WORKS.

A good portion of Zelda’s existence is a meme tbh I honestly adore her

She has a LOT of tattoos that were designed by her ex-boyfriend since he was an art major and now is a tattoo artist in Salem - I’d point you in the direction of Hannah Pixie Snowdon’s body art as a reference , just Zelda isn’t nearly as covered as she is.

This would be the best reference I can think of rn , lots of pretty designs and some animals, maybe some symbols and references from stuff. 

Olivia doesn’t have any tattoos but WE CAN CERTAINLY PRETEND

A lot of her spare money is made doing either graphics commissions or even photography from whoever needs her services !! The majority of her stuff has been done for cosplayers , budding models , budding actors and actresses , and even for other fraternities and sororities around campus. Zelda knows no rivalries when it comes to these things.

She’s also 100% that person who keeps around a polaroid camera so she can hang up pictures she takes she’s just That Person

Decorates the Gamma house with a lot of polaroids she’s taken and memey edits she’s done in Photoshop

INSIDE JOKES ARE HER THING

She also plays guitar and is fairly good at it but doesn’t have a band or anything rn bc she’s just someone who does it bc she wants to look cool ( and also bc the guitar’s a neato instrument but yeah she started it out just bc she wanted to play SOME kind of instrument at least )

,,,but she also knows how to play the bagpipes

and she owns a pair.

they’re in the gamma house. zelda plays them at meetings.

Also I can’t 100% guarantee she didn’t get her name from the Legend of Zelda series if y’all know me u know how much I adore that series so yeah

WANTED PLOTS / CONNECTIONS

GIVE ME A COMEDY SQUAD PLEEEEEEEEASE maybe even ppl she works to make a webseries or something with ?? give me people who work constantly just to make other people laugh

People she routinely takes photographs of !!

Whether they pay her or she uses as a muse for whatever

OTHER PPL FROM THE GREEK ROW THAT JUST DON’T… LIKE ZELDA FOR WHATEVER REASON

Maybe they think she’s too chill. Maybe they think she’s hiding something. Maybe they don’t like how she’s running Gamma but for whatever reason they just DON’T LIKE HER and I want enemies so fucking give me enemies

This is so general but more Gamma sisters would be lovely Zelda’s so eager to bring in more people to make their sorority feel like home

Give me crushes Zelda pines over !! Crushes that pine over Zelda !! Gimme that skinny love shit bc my god it gets me going !!

Hookup plots are also 100% acceptable bc again Zelda’s a carefree spirit and gives No Fucks

Also 100% down 4 cute romantic plots too - Zelda is ur regular poly pan babe w/ room in her heart for 12000 suns

it’s very on brand of me to place the romance/sex plots right smack in the middle as I’m thinking of what to put down

Okay when I was in high school we had majors and I was a Digital Art major and all the Visual Art majors had this bond with us for no reason so I’d really love some Vis. Art buddies that Zelda gets along with much like the bond she has with her ex-boyfriend now

OTHER PEOPLE TO DESIGN MORE TATTOOS FOR HER PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE one day she hopes to be a coloring book

I’D LOVE SOME UNLIKELY FRIENDS TOO JUST SOME GRUMPS ZELDA’S CONSTANTLY BOTHERING W/ HER SHIT

Memey group chat pls

THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW maybe i’ll do a more detailed / organized list soon but yeah !! Come at me !!!

#hworth:intro #* &. about / ☆ 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 #* &. ooc / ☆ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚 #I got the worst headache @ work but we got this done at least #very on brand of me to namedrop ocs i'll never bring in here 2 include them somehow #but i'm so excited i love love love LOVE zelda so much and the last uni group i was in she was only an npc #i'm rly happy to write her in full : ' )

[summerrobrts]

Music asks: 1-30 pleeeeeeeease 💕

will i ever reply things on time ?? i doubt it

i. a song you like with a color in the title

red velvet by r5

ii. a song you like with a number in the title

three-way by the lonely island ft. justin timberlake & lady gaga

iii. a song that reminds you of summertime

summer on you by pretty much

iv. a song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

i want to fuck a dog in the ass by blink 182

v. a song that needs to be played LOUD

don’t stop me now by queen

vi. a song that makes you want to dance

that’s what you get by paramore

vii. song to drive to

drive by vanessa hudgens

viii. a song about drugs or alcohol

blame it by jamie foxx ft. t-pain

ix. a song that makes you happy

stay by the aces

x. a song that makes you sad

nana by the 1975

xi. a song that you never get tired of

why did it have to be me? by abba

xii. a song from your preteen years

one time by justin bieber

xiii. one of your favorite 80’s songs

rich girl by hall & oates

xiv. a song that you would love played at your wedding

take my breath away by berlin

xv. a song that is a cover by another artist

as long as you love me by the maine (originally by the backstreet boys)

xvi. one of your favorite classical songs

the four seasons by vivaldi

xvii. a song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

don’t go breaking my heart by elton john

xviii. a song from the year that you were born

everybody (backstreet’s back) by the backstreet boys

xix. a song that makes you think about life

you get what you give by new radicals

xx. a song that has many meanings to you

holy ground by taylor swift

xxi. a favorite song with a person’s name in the title

carolina by harry styles

xxii. a song that moves you forward

mamma mia by abba

xxiii. a song that you think everybody should listen to

tokyo by joan

xxiv. a song by a band you wish were still together

repeating days by r5

xxv. a song by an artist no longer living

human nature by michael jackson

xxvi. a song that makes you want to fall in love

amazing by foxes

xxvii. a song that breaks your heart

love of my life by queen

xxviii. a song by an artist with a voice that you love

reasons by khalid

xxix. a song that you remember from your childhood

wannabe by the spice girls

xxx. a song that reminds you of yourself

seven wonders by fleetwood mac

#thatashleythomas #answered

[mywritingstuff98-blog]

You Are PURRfect To Me

Just something that I wrote, that I think came out cute, so I decided to post. Feedback is always welcome, and if you find some mistakes or grammar problems, please let me know, because english is not my first laguage so. Yeah, that’s all. Thank you! x

Based on this prompt, that I found in pinterest.

Prompt:  “I may have accidentally sort of adopted five cats”

Thalia has always been the impulsive type. For example, she’s been saving money to buy a nice car but one day decided to purchase a 900 $ handbag. Or changing her haircut from long curly brown hair to a short with blond highlights, just past her shoulders. She has always been this way.

So, one day, on her way home from university she does something a little over-the-top.

Lia’s been having the worst week. Not in a bad way, more in a stressful way. Just this past week she had to hand 3 projects and one paper about something uninteresting, that she’s pretty sure that she failed. And it’s not finals seasons yet, this is just the middle of the semester. That’s what she gets for getting in med school.

But now she has a break from school. And she’s using it by relaxing, do some shopping and, most importantly, spend some time with her boyfriend, Harry.

“Hey babe, are you ready?” Harry called from downstairs.

Thalia and Harry live together, in a small house, close to the university they both attended.

Even though they have very busy schedules, with them in med school (Thalia in her third year and Harry in his fourth), the couple tries to spend as most time together as possible.

“Almost!” She yelled “Let me just put my shoes on!”

Harry rolled his eyes, because he’s been waiting for her for a good half an hour. “Hurry, or we’re goin’ to be late!” Harry stated, looking at the clock in the kitchen, where he has just finished placing the groceries in the fridge.

They decided, since they didn’t have to do much studying, to go to the movies, to see Jumanji. And they were late. As usual.

And finally, Harry heard her footsteps, and saw his girlfriend, beautiful as always, dissolving, just a tiny bit, his frustration.

“I swear to God, Lia” Harry (x) said to his girlfriend exasperated. “The first time that we are actually on time for something, I’ma throw a fucking party” Harry glared at her as he watched Thalia putting her arms around his neck.

“Hello to you too, booboo” Thalia (x) joked, giving him small pecks around his face. Harry kept his glare, so Thalia gave him one last kiss on the lips before untangling her arms. “C’mon grumpy pants. Let’s go”.

“I’m not grumpy” Harry murmured, pouting.

They went to the movies, and on their way back, Thalia stopped suddenly, making Harry stop. And then he saw the pet shop, making him roll his eyes, because he already knows what’s coming.

“But Harry look!” Thalia exclaims, pointing at the animals. “They’re so cute and tiny and… cute”

“Thalia, for the hundredth time, we can’t have pets in the house. We can’t even take care of bloody plants!”

Thalia looked at him like he’s stupid.

“Babe, they’re cats. And cats are really independent, they’re not plants!” Thalia said. “The only thing we have to do is feed them, clean the poo and love them. C’mon H, Pleeeeeeeease.” Thalia pouted, opening her big eyes, looking at him.

Harry doesn’t look impressed.

“First of all, that stopped working the minute we started dating” Thalia huffed and crossed her arms. “And second, no. We can’t afford a cat, sweets. Now let’s go home and cuddle, because it’s getting really cold and dark.” Harry held her hand and dragged her to walk with him.

But that didn’t stop Thalia for thinking about the kittens. So, one week later, on her way home, from university, she stops, again, in front of the pet shop. And the kittens are still there, looking at her with the big eyes and being well… cute. “I’m gonna just have a look at them” She thought. But them the lady from the shop said that she could hold them, and she said yes, and one thing led to the other…

Thalia had adopted, not one, not two, but five cats. Five cats. With that she also bought the food and some toys for them to play, and on her way home she already had named the five kittens (x): Milo, Mila, Lilo, Lola and Mola. You would think How is she going to remember all of their names? Even more if they all look the same? Well, she also bought them name tags.

Only when she got home, she realized what she had done. Harry was going to kill her. While she was waiting for Harry to come home, she thought of many ways to tell her boyfriend what she had done. She knew she was in deep trouble, but she couldn’t contain herself. So, she put them in the laundry room, in their bed, while she waited. And then she heard him.

“Baby, I’m home” Harry exclaimed, while putting the keys in the plate, and taking his shoes off.

And before she started to panic, Thalia went to meet her boyfriend.

“Hi baby, how was your day?” Thalia asked, with a sweet pitchy voice. And then Harry started to wonder.

“What did you do this time, Thalia Marie?” Harry said, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean?”

“You just called me baby, which you never do, only when you want to ask something, and your voice is weird.” Harry explained “So, what did you do?” Harry asked the second time.

“Fine ok, but please don’t be mad at me.” Thalia pleaded.

“Thalia…”

“Promise me you won’t be mad.”

“I won’t, just tell me.”

“Pinky promise.” Thalia said, sticking her pinky out at him.

“Seriously? Okay, fine.” Harry put his pinky with hers. “So now tell me. What did you do, for the third time?”

“I may have… accidentally… sort of… adopted five cats?” Thalia smiled at him innocently.

Harry looked at her shocked. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, and they’re really cute, and I already named them and… you know.”

“Thalia, what the actual fuc…”

“You pinky promised you wouldn’t be mad” Thalia interrupted.

“I mean, yeah, but five cats? Really?! If you were going to do something crazy, at least you would adopted just one!” Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. “And where are they?”

“They’re in the laundry room. I’m gonna bring them here.” Thalia said excited. He wasn’t so mad after all.

“See?” Thalia showed the kittens in their bed sleeping. “Aren’t they the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”

And when she looked at him, he was smiling at the sight in front of him.

“Right?” Thalia pushed.

Harry sighed. “I’ll admit. They are pretty cute. But babe we can’t have five cats, you know that right?” Harry asked.

“But why?”

“Thali, they are cats. Normally people have one or two. Because they fight a lot.”

“Okay fine.” Thalia huffed, putting the kittens in the ground.

And then Harry smiled at her fondly.

“What?” Thalia asked.

“I swear to God, that one day I’ll come home to find that you bought a yacht.” Harry said fondly, shaking his head. “But since I love you very much, and the kittens are pretty adorable, we can keep two.” And that made Thalia smile, really big.

“Really? Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Thalia said in between kisses.

“Yeah, yeah. You would’ve worn me out at some point.” Harry murmured.

“I love you too Haz” Thalia kissed him.

“Wait, you said you named them, right? What are their names, then?”

“Milo, Mila, Lilo, Lola and Mola.” Thalia said, clapping her hands.

“What?” Harry said, slapping his hand on his forehead. “Oh, c’mon Lia…”

I hope you like it. It’s not the best, but I’m quite happy with how it turned out. Thank you for reading. Byee

#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles #one direction one shot #harry styles prompt #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles au #harry styles fluff #i know that i used again the name thalia #i just really like it #maybe ill change it with the next one #byee