Happy 41st Birthday Misha!

Zayn's just looking at him like- Wait for it...

that smile!!

your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts

OH MY GOD

Elsa created Olaf. As his builder, part of her personality went to Olaf (likewise, the other characteristics that she ingrained in him). It’s very possible that Olaf stands for the innermost longing of Elsa’s heart. That is why we can all see how much Olaf loves Anna and how much he tries to protect her the same way that Elsa would have. Moreover, Olaf would display the same feelings as Elsa. Elsa has always wanted to be near Anna. But, because of the curse, she had to stay away from her. For that reason, Olaf can always be seen around Anna. Elsa and Olaf have the same belief about love. They both know that love means sacrifice. Notice the funny reaction of Olaf when they were on their way to Hans to save Anna? He was very stunned that Anna’s true love is someone he hasn’t heard about. That’s not far from Elsa’s belief that Anna couldn’t marry someone she just met. Later on in the movie, they both have the same surprised reaction when they realized that love is the answer she needed to thaw the ice and to bring back summer.

I feel like I fall more in love with tasm!peter every day lol

Tobey tho, still my number 1

28. an accidental kiss between exes with peter? he’d be so cute and awkward and clear his throat afterward but then he’d say something completely dorkish like “why did we ever stop doing that?” I LOVE HIM 😭

baby came home | tasm!peter 

a/n: oh i luvvvv made this tasm!pete since you didn’t specify and i def got tasm!pete vibes asdfghjk ++ trying out a new format :D we’ll see how long this lasts rip

genre: exes to lovers, college!au, slight angst, happy ending | warnings: frat parties, mentions of h-word students 

prompt: an accidental kiss between exes

The music is deafening. You feel its vibrations in your body as it sounds through the large blaring speakers, reaching every nook and cranny of the packed frat house. Mostly everyone is either completely hammered or slightly tipsy, singing their asses off to some loud song, grinding against each other’s sweaty bodies or slotting their lips with people as if their life depends on saliva swapping. 

It’s practically burning inside from all the body heat; you’re standing in a random corner, nursing a red solo cup in your hand, the cold liquid inside providing you relief as your eyes dart around, taking in the vibrant strobe lights and familiar faces you’ve seen around campus. Until one brunette catches your eyes, his honey orbs meeting yours just as yours make contact with his and his lips stretch into a radiant smile—and as much as you hate to admit it, even after the breakup, his curled lips still manage to make your heart burst at its seams, and make your breath hitch. He takes long strides towards you and your gut twists at the thought of meeting him after nearly a month, making a myriad of feelings surface—raged; over the fact that you had to encounter his stupidly gorgeous face at this party. Sorrow; over the fact that he’s the only man who had his hold wrapped around your heart like no other, someone who you can’t seem to move on from. Longing; you miss his muscular arms around you, you crave to taste his tender lips once more, and God do you despise yourself for it. 

Before you realise, Peter’s already standing closer to you, saying something you can’t hear over the booming sounds of the bass blasting in the house, so Peter’s not surprised to see the confused look etched on your face. He simply gestures outside, where you see a few people scattered among the garden, bottles surrounding them and you understand his indication. He wants you to come outside with him. You’re reluctant and Peter easily notices—he can read you like a book. 

“Please?” He mouths, and the desperation on his face makes you give in and you nod. He releases a breath caught in his throat at your answer and laces his fingers with yours without much thought, and you hold onto them—it being an action of muscle memory and he leads you outside, carefully navigating you from the sea of drunk college students. He manages to find a secluded corner by one of the trees in the garden. 

“Wild party, huh?” He says, chuckling, nodding his head towards the ongoing rage inside.

“Exactly the reason I’m wondering why you’re here,” You respond, your tone unintentionally clipped.

“Well ouch,” He says, and averts his gaze from you, and he pulls his hand away from your grasp, body stiffening, which makes you feel slightly remorseful.

“I didn’t mean it like that, just meant that this isn’t your usual scene,” You express genuinely apologetic, and that answer seems to satisfy Peter judging by the gentle upturning of his lips.

“Just was a little lonely is all,” He replies, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Your heart pangs at his response, reminiscing about all the Friday nights you’d spend cuddling together, lips locked until they’d become swollen and you couldn’t breathe. 

“Ah, alright.” You mumble, wringing your hands together uncomfortably as the awkward silence blooms in the space between you two. 

It’s a few moments until Peter speaks again, calling out your name, gaining your attention, and the distance between you two is suddenly closer than you remember, your chests separated only by a small gap, his next words taking you aback.

“I want to kiss you.”

“What?”

He only moves closer, foreheads touching and large palms caressing your cheeks. His lips graze yours gently, tentatively, as if he’s going to kiss you for the first time, waiting for your permission to let him taste the flavour of your lips. 

You’re broken up, you shouldn’t kiss. 

The scent of his coconut shampoo fills your senses, his cologne making you dizzy and you feel like this is where you’re meant to be…you succumb to his advances, connecting your lips with his silken, almost pillowy ones, warmth blooming in your chests. 

You only pull away when your lungs burn. Breathing heavy, your eyes are back on his softened chestnut ones—they almost seem to be glossy with tears.

“I hated that we couldn’t do this anymore for a month.” He mutters against the flesh of your lips, hands finding purchase around your waist. He knows your feelings run strong akin to his with the way he can hear your heart thumping in your chest. “Let me make it up to you tomorrow, picnic at the top of the Empire State…please?” 

“See you at 7, Spidey.” 

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You are ADORABLE

amanda and i spent more time on this than we’ll ever admit to

I love how girls are so chill like yea touch my boobs wanna snuggle heck yes but two guys will bump into eachother and be like woA NO HOMO MAN.

Hell yes

#larry #onedirection #onedirectionsex #hazza #louistommo #larrystylinson

tech savvy teen wolves // scira // requested by sciraroleplays & bansheesz-scream (inspired by)