— AND YOU MASTER, WHAT DOES YOUR HEART TELL YOU YOU’RE MEANT FOR? — INFINITE SADNESS

the two moments that ruined my life

Because I ALWAYS assign colors to my mutuals in my head and want to know if other folks do this too I have a game:

Reblog this with the color you associate with the person you reblogged this from. 

Me: *knowing my relationship with James McAvoy is nonexistent*

Me going for it anyway:

I apologize for the person I’ll become when I hear kaz brekker say I would come for you, and if I couldn’t walk I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight out way out together — knives drawn, pistols blazing, because that’s what we do, we never stop fighting

One Important Reason Why You should be Proud of Being A Hufflepuff

I feel people still tend to overlook Hufflepuffs at some point during their lives, but c'mon - their common room is right next to the KITCHENS, how f**king amazing is that! Imagine if you’re going for a midnight snack run, or going for a brain refuel for an upcoming assignment/test, or simply because you just LOVE food, it’s like right near your common room. I mean you don’t even have yo go far (like other houses) to fulfil your desires, and this is especially important if you’re going after curfew hours, since not everyone have an invisibility cloak (*cough * Harry *cough *). And for those who are either homesick or just want to cook something themselves, there’s no need of the hassle of getting food back to your common room without getting caught by Filch or prefects (or other teachers). And correct me if I’m wrong, but I have never met anyone who doesn’t like food, so coming from a fellow student that was not sorted into Hufflepuff, I’m pretty jealous🍽

Also feel free to request anything you want me to write about :)

Alina: *summons the sun*

Kaz Brekker: *does a magic coin trick* We all know shit, you ain't special.

(insp.)

go read this omgggggggggg

[x] IMAGINE PIN HAWTHORNE DEFENDING YOU WHEN YOU GET ASSAULTED BY A BULLY.

Hearing yelling and your voice calling for help made Pin drop everything and run to the parking lot, meeting a sight of you and some unknown girl who was hitting your head, and you had covered yourself with your arms.

"Hey!" Pin hurried to the scene, placing himself in between you and your bully, making her stay back. "Leave her alone!"

"What the fuck, this is between me and this bitch, get lost pretty boy." she spat and Pin shook his head.

"I won't let you bully anyone at my stables." he stated and pointed towards her car. "I'd advise you to leave."

She looked at Pin for a moment, and for a moment you thought she's going to slap him too, but she turned around anyway with a scoff and made her way to her car. You peered over Pin's shoulder to watch her go and Pin turned to you once she was gone. You smiled at him softly, but he wasn't smiling, taking a gentle hold of your face, tilting it to the side to see a red hand mark on your cheek and frowning. He then put his hand on the small of your back and started walking with you.

"Why she hit you?" he asked, leading you to the tack room.

"I don't know. She's always aggressive and I've always been a splinter in her eye. I haven't even done anything to her." you muttered as you sat on the chair at the tack room. "I'm so scared of her, but this was the first time she actually did something physical. Usually she just calls me a whore and tries to demand me money or give her a cigarette and then she gets angry when I say no or that I don't smoke."

Pin paused, looking even more concerned. "How long this has gone on?"

You sighed. "About a year."

"You have never said anything."

"She has never followed me like that before. I didn't want to pour it on you when she hasn't actually posed a real danger... before today. Sure, I've been scared of her for months but I didn't think she'd actually do something..." you swallowed and Pin took a hold of your hand, pressing a cold rag with ice on your face. He intertwined your fingers and you felt your heartbeat picking up.

"Come to me, or call or text me if you're scared. I'll protect you, you have nothing to fear." he muttered and you felt a smile creeping to your face again, lifting your other hand on top of his which laid on your cheek, holding the rag.

"Thank you, Pin. That means a lot to me."

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A/N: I had an episode like this with someone a few weeks ago so this is based on that, that's why this feels a bit random 😂

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Mal: Who the fuck-

Ben: Language.

Mal: Whom the fuck-

Ben: No.

stop comparing shadow and bone to game of thrones. its not game of thrones and thank god for that