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Story Idea no 1: Contaminated

Harry Potter x Zombies

Well it’s been 3 years after the war. Most warriors become auror or just works at the ministry. Me, and the weasley twins become quidditch players in Puddlemere United quidditch team (me as a chaser, the twins as beater as usual).

Our lives couldn’t have been more better after the war. I mean, i just saved fred-fkin-weasley from death. Like, imagine if i didn’t save him at the first place (*cough* jk rowling *cough*). One day, Kingsley Shacklebolt aka our new minister of magic suddenly called us (the golden trio, silver trio, me and the twins) and tell us that there’s been a freakin Zombie attack on the muggle world! And that the zombies at trying to get through our world too. After long lectures of “what the hell is a mo’ freakin zombie” lectured by me and Hermione, we get ready.

We’re not just gonna use wands, we’re also gonna use muggle weapons, such as: gun, knife, sword (yes, Kingsley succeeded to Convince us to use a sword) , and bunch other stuff. While the ministry is spreading warning through daily prophet, we got down to muggle world and, oh boy.

It’s turning into a freakin apocalypse now!

Kingsley told us about how there’s zombies around because a stupid company has spilled dangerous chemicals and contamining some water sources and people at the company too. When the people contaminated with these chemicals, their cell brains got destroyed and leave them to behave like animals. specifically, cannibals. They become crazy and sht and people that they bite or tear will become zombies too.

And then we basically just got inside a freakin war zone. And you wanna ask which one’s worse; this apocalypse or battle of Hogwarts? I think you already know the answer. – yea i just watched ‘freakish’ (its a tv show on hulu ft Liza Koshy fyi) and i was inspired so i make this story idea ehe -lily

charlie cox

reblog if you agree

so true

Matt texting Fisk after the gala like:

something i drew in the middle of the night after watching mando s2 ep 7

AYYEEEEE WE NEED MORE SAINT MATTHEW PULLING OUT THE BIG F WORD!!!

“fuck you!”

ALL THOSE IN FAVOR OF HEARING MATT MURDOCK SWEAR MORE SAY AYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

currently thinking about steven and layla with the song valentine by laufey... i should make an edit

headcanon: matt's favorite movie before he lost his sight was top gun, and he was so obsessed with it that he wanted to be a pilot. but of course it changed and especially after his father's death that he wanted to be a lawyer. present day, now hanging out with foggy, karen, and you, the live musician played great balls of fire and you've never seen him this happy jamming to his childhood jam

AND I MEAN LIKE IMAGINE HIS EARS PERKED UP WHEN HE HEARD THE FIRST PIANO NOTES AND HE IMMEDIATELY JUMPED BEING SO EXCITED AND joined the singer to sing and dances with his whole heart and you're just sitting there amazed with a big smile on your face thinking this is the man you love and then he asks you to join dance with him and you said yes and soon the whole bar dances to the song and it just became the best day ever oh my god

The ones that left us never really leave us

Sirius Black (PoA)

Overwhelmed

A/N: Reader has a hard day and basically goes into panic mode. Matt Murdock, perfect boyfriend he is, is there to help.

You’re late. It’s your first day and you’re late. Not for a lack of trying to get there on time, but you got lost. The campus is so immense and it’s your first time taking a class in this building. You realize that you should have toured the building before the semester started, but you didn’t and now you’re late. You race to the classroom, muttering “306, 306, room 306,” to which a passing professor kindly says, “Don’t worry, hun, you found it.” You throw her a grateful smile as you rush into the room, as discreetly as possible (not that it stops every eye in the room from staring at you), only to interrupt a professor in the midst of lecturing. He throws an annoyed look at you and carries on as you try to get settled as quietly as possible. As he goes over the syllabus, you’re trying not to shake as you type out your notes, overwhelmed by the amount of information being thrown at you. You were supposed to have the easy major in your relationship, you think bitterly as the professor explains your final project. Once he wraps up for the day, you rush out of the classroom, trying not to burst into tears at the idea of having to deal with communications theory for 14 more weeks. A class required for your major, only taught by an adjunct who only offered this class for one semester a year, at this one specific time, that you had no chance of doing remotely. You swallow around the lump in your throat as you make your way outside, to where you have to walk to your 5 hour shift at the bookstore for the rest of the night. You can’t wait to get home.

Matt is sitting on the couch, listening to case files for one of his classes when he hears you in the hallway. Even from his position, he can sense the tension radiating off of you, can almost feel the lump in your throat. Oh no, he thinks, pausing the case file and moving to the kitchen. He gets out the fancy tea you like that he knows comforts you on days like this, when your anxiety gets so bad that it’s almost suffocating, and he feels around for your favorite mug, shaped like a pig. He puts the kettle on, and unlocks the door, waiting for you to trudge up the last of the steps to get to your apartment. As you reach the door, Matt opens it for you and you launch at him, enveloped in his arms. You finally let the dam burst and you’re sobbing into his chest as he holds you, rubbing your back as he lets you let it all out. As you calm down after what feels like hours of just crying into your boyfriend, he leads you into the kitchen, where the water for your tea is ready. You watch as Matt maneuvers expertly around, preparing the tea with precision, then he hands the mug to you. The fact that he used your favorite mug almost makes you cry again. You start to drink your tea, and after you calm down further and finish it up, Matt looks in your direction, where you’re sitting on the island.

“So,” he starts soothingly, moving so that he’s situated between your legs, “wanna tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“It was just a stressful day,” you say shakily. “I was late, and the class is a lot and with work and my other classes to think about, I spent half of the class thinking about how I can drop it, and when I realized that I can’t if I want to graduate, I spent the other half thinking about dropping out altogether, but I can’t drop out because do you know how much I’ve already paid for these past few semesters? How much my parents paid? And not to mention all the scholarships and grants and stuff, and if I throw it all away that is so much money down the drain, and I just have to get through this semester and then I’ll graduate, but it’s so much to do. And it’s like, I am a communications major, Matty. You’re the fancy lawyer who’s supposed to have the hard major, dammit, not me,” you let out in one breath. The last part makes him chuckle, but he’s still looking at you with concern after watching you work yourself up again. He can taste the tears that have started to well up in your eyes again.

“Baby, look at me,” he says, holding your face. You comply, letting the tears fall. He catches them with his thumb. “First off, how about we make a plan, hm? We can sit down together and plan out how we get you through this semester, with those lists that you love to make, sit down and make a little calendar that you can keep track of. How does that sound?” You nod a little, eyes becoming more focused as you start to formulate a list of assignments and due dates you know are coming up. “Next, you don’t have to worry about the money that was already spent. I have it on good authority that you deserved it, you earned that money from the grants and scholarships. Y/N, you are the best student I know, you work so incredibly hard for all of your many,” he drops a kiss on your nose, “many,” another on your cheekbone, “accomplishments. Your parents are proud of you, and you know they’d support you on whatever path you decide to take. I am so proud of you for getting this far, sweetness. And also, no one will be disappointed or upset if you take a little time to yourself for a while if school is too overwhelming. Got it?” You nod again, head starting to clear up. Because, he’s right. Your parents have supported you your whole life, no matter what decisions you made and what paths you chose. They paid for 4 years of your education for God’s sake. They’re in your corner. Matt continues, a little sheepishly, “and I should have taken you on a tour of the ARC before the semester started, I’ve had classes in that building before, so you being late is kind of my fault. But, on the bright side, now you know where it is. So, honey, we’ll get you through this semester, okay? First days are always overwhelming, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you repeat faintly. You follow it up by meeting his lips with yours. The kiss is slow and sweet, languid almost and you both melt into it. When you break away, he pulls you into another hug, his chin resting on the top of your head. It’s nice, but you’re thinking it could be better as you say, “Matty?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he murmurs softly.

“Take me to bed?” you ask, words starting to slur as the exhaustion caused by the day’s mental state finally sets in. He presses a smile into your hair as he lifts you up.

“Yeah, honey, let’s go to bed.”

oh we definitely need more of saint matthew saying profanities