by Pinuphottie

brown-lesbian:

okay, so i’m not sure if everyone heard of what happened on the bachelor vietnam a few weeks back, but basically one contestant professed her love for another one on national TV:

at first, after the contestant minh thu professed her love for the other contestant truc nhu, they walked out of the show together:

but apparently afterwards, the bachelor quoc trung met up with truc nhu and convinced her to remain on the show, which pretty much broke hearts everywhere:

BUT i just found out that minh thu and truc nhu are officially together as a couple!!!

twentygayteen just keeps on giving!!!!

by Pinuphottie

siriusblackfoot:

captofthesswolfstar:

napsaremybitch:

napsaremybitch:

askmischiefmanaged:

AU where everything is the same except Remus Lupin is played by John Mulaney

Third Years: Snape is making us do an essay on werewolves

Remus:

Thinking back on his Marauder days:

When he’s all moody before the full moon

when james and sirius come up with an idiotic prank but remus is too done to stop them

by Pinuphottie

writing-prompt-s:

As you walk down the street you hear a man’s voice say “you’d look prettier if you smiled.” So you turn around and give him your widest grin, revealing 1inch bloodstained fangs. 

He says “That’s hot”. 

You sigh. There’s no winning, you have to take this one down too. 

by Pinuphottie

screamingatanemptyroom:

sharingwritingprompts:

A witch creates a sweater that when worn, becomes tighter every time the wearer moves, until they are crushed to death.  Originally made for a person who had wronged the witch, they lost track of the sweater after their first victim died.  It’s out there, somewhere, waiting for its next victim.

So boring.

I looked around my empty shop and sighed. Even at the best
of times there were only a few customers a day. The atmosphere was silent, as
if the entire room was holding its breath in anticipation for the next visitor.
They would come, eventually. They always did. Often alone, sometimes nervous,
other times arrogant. Always desperate. A shop for practitioners of magic was
not for the faint of heart after all.

But just as my thoughts had focused on the improbability of
having a customer…

Ding.

The small golden bell attached to the doorframe let out a bright chime as the
door was pushed open. The action revealed a young man, blinking bemusedly as he
took in his surroundings. His clothing was casual, his eyes clear, his manner
completely without the desperation of one looking to buy something precious. I
sighed, loudly. 

A tourist.

This happened occasionally, despite spell woven around the
perimeter designed to deter unintentional visitors. People would wander in,
confused, and leave frightened. Without proper preparation, it was not a simple
matter to have one’s views of reality broken. I often tried to gently turn
these people around before it was too late.

 “Are you lost?” I called out, hoping he would excuse himself
and turn around.

“Nope!” The man beamed at me. “I’d have to have a
destination to be able to be lost! I’m just on an adventure!” He shrugged
helplessly, and started looking around in earnest. 

“…” I wasn’t sure what to say to that. This kind of overly
cheerful, friendly person was the type I was the worst with.  It reminded me of things I was better off
forgetting.

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