The Very Potter Seamus Finnigan is a perfect representation of your average british teenager.
ive been laughing at this for like 10 min send help
Gwen’s fucking face. she’s just so fucking done.
AU Idea: Bakery AU
Muse A runs and owns a bakery that consumes her time and love. Muse B is the groom of an upcoming wedding when he and his bride come into Muse A’s shop for a wedding cake consultation. Muse A & B have an immediate connection. Muse B’s bride-to-be is a bridezilla, demanding, constantly changing her mind, and belittling Muse A’s ideas for their wedding cake.
After the first consultation, Muse B decides to come back to Muse A’s shop for a friendly visit. But after the second visit, Muse B discovers he might have more than friendly feelings for Muse A.
Alternative plot ideas: Muse A also has feelings but doesn’t say anything because he’s a client and soon to be married
Muse C can be the bridezilla who suspects something going on between Muses A & B.
- ❝Good news!❞
- ❝Are people born wicked?❞
- ❝How I hate to go and leave you lonely.❞
- ❝They had their secrets.❞
- ❝It’s atrocious, it’s obscene!❞
- ❝So you see, it couldn’t have been easy.❞
- ❝Many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear.❞
- ❝My future is unlimited…❞
this is so unbelievably beautiful
your sober character sends my drunk character one of the following
- [TEXT] you look like you’re having a fun time tonight
- [TEXT] need me to drive you home?
- [TEXT] you were supposed to be back an hour ago
- [TEXT] please say you aren’t drunk
- [TEXT] call me. NOW.
"Nope. Did Gazzy steal it to wire a bomb again?"
He grinned and shrugged, patting the sofa. “It was worth a shot. Want to come watch bad cartoons with me and plan another raid on Itex?” As he waited for an answer, he took a cookie out of a ziplock bag he’d hidden in his jacket. “By the way, your mom made some cookies for us yesterday and they are great!” Quickly he ate the chocolate chip cookie in his hand and covered the bag protectively with his wings.
Max sat on the sofa, and grinned. “Got all your priorities in order, don’t you? But yeah, as long as that bad cartoon happens to be— Fang I swear if you do not give me those cookies right at this very second you are going to be repaid for that dislocated shoulder when we were ten and you will be put on laundry duty for a month do you understand me mister,” She said in one breath, and already had a passive hand on Fang’s leg, ready to tackle