Taking a nap in Fred’s dorm while he’s at quiditch practice and he comes back adrenaline pumping, damp hair from showering quickly in the locker rooms, and very excited to see you. He sees you on his bed and he immediately jumps on the bed and pushes up against you rubbing his wet hair all over you. You groan and push him away causing him to laugh. He then snuggles closer to you, ‘wanna have some fun’ he says with a smirk you can hear even though you can’t see it as your eyes are closed ‘sleepy’ you respond. ‘I’ve got enough energy for the both of us princess’ fred jokes as he kisses the junction of your neck and jaw and his large calloused hands run over your body pulling you closer to him. ‘You are right about that’ you murmur before pulling him into a slow kiss that soon turns hurried and sloppy with the want that encompasses you both.
The Jim Nabors Show (1978) with guest Fred Willard.
Fun to watch these two different schools of “dumb guy” comedy collide.
I had the pleasure of working with Fred Willard several times.
I got to know him over the years and spent time in his home.
He was every bit as funny and delightful as you would expect.
Watching this reminded me how much I miss him.
A brilliant comic talent.
if I shoot Fred in the foot do you think Veta will come after me
Picture by Robert Miyares.
Via _letusclingtogether_ on Instagram.
Jordyn analyzed her schedule over and over again the next morning. She wished she could be just one year older so she could have classes with the twins, especially Potions, because she knew how much fun it would be to torture Snape.
She sat with them at breakfast, teasing Lee Jordan about asking Angelina Johnson out yet again and getting rejected, and then Angelina joined in the teasing. It was all fun and games, since no one laughed at themselves harder than Lee did.
“We’ve got our quidditch schedule,” Fred whispered to Jordyn while they were all laughing.
“Any games worth watching?” Jordyn joked.
“They’ll only be worth playing if our good luck charm is there,” he said. “But the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor game would be even better if someone new was on the team.”
“I told you I don’t play. Also, mum and dad would freak if I got injured. They already considered not letting me come back after last year, remember?”
“I do remember. I still think you’d be great. Look at Harry, he was raised by muggles and he’s the best seeker we’ve had in years, no offense to Charlie.”
“But it’s also in his blood to play. His father was a fantastic chaser.”
Fred gave her a snide look.
“I may not know a lot about quidditch, but they have the team pictures everywhere. James must have been good, just watch how Harry plays.”
“You’ve got a bit of drool right there, Marchbanks,” George pointed to the corner of her mouth, making Jordyn roll her eyes.
“Stop talking about Harry’s dad that way, right Harry?” Fred laughed.
“What?” Harry said, looking up from his meal.
“Fred, shut it,” Jordyn said smacking his arm. “I’m going to go to class, before either of you get me into trouble with Harry.”
“Tell us how Professor Lupin is.” George said as she got up from the table and walked away.
“We’ll see you after class,” Fred shouted, and she smiled, walking quicker so nobody would notice.
She went to her first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. The new teacher, Professor Lupin was standing in front of a big closet. There was something in the closet, and it wasn’t too happy to be in there, as it kept trying to get out, shocking some students. The class was combined with Slytherins, and Jordyn, not knowing them, stood next to Lissa and Savannah, who welcomed her with smiles.
“Alright class, let’s get started. First off, who can tell me what a boggart is?”
Lissa raised her hand, “A boggart is a creature that shape-shifts into the person’s worst fear.”
“No one has seen a boggart’s true form, as it changes it’s form instantly when seeing someone,” Lupin said. “For class today, everyone line up, we’ll be working on casting the spell for boggarts, no wands please. The spell is “ridikulus”, everyone say it with me.”
The whole class repeated after him.
“Very good. Now what really finishes a boggart is laughter, so when casting the spell, you need to force the boggart to shift into something you find funny. For example, um, you there,” he pointed to a Slytherin. “Come here. What’s your name?”
“I’m Lauretta Grouse, sir.”
“Well Lauretta, what frightens you the most?”
“I’m not sure, maybe failing, sir.”
“A very good fear. What I want you to do Ms. Grouse, is to imagine something that will make you laugh, make you happy, like seeing a professor give you a good grade on your O.W.L.S. Can you do that?”
“I think I can,” the girl said with confidence.
“Wands at the ready,” Lupin said, holding his wand out, and Lauretta grabbed hers from her wand and held it.
Lupin performed a spell and the closet door opened, with Professor Dumbledore holding a paper out to Lauretta, with a large red F at the top. Lauretta moved her wand and said “ridikulus”, and suddenly, Professor Dumbledore transformed into Professor Snape giving her papers with very large “outstanding” written throughout the paper.
“Well done, Ms. Grouse. Class, get into line. I want you all to pick the thing you fear the very most and turn it into something funny.”
Jordyn was pushed back into the middle of the line as the students clamoured to claim a spot. Professor Lupin turned on his record player and the boggart switched to the next person, then turning into something funny. Everyone was laughing, but Jordyn found it hard to see, so she just focused on what scared her the most-that creepy clown from IT.
She watched the movie with the twins for the first time over the summer, and nothing had scared her more. When it got to her turn, she expected the boggart to turn into the clown. But then, Fred, George and Cedric were all lying on the ground, eyes glazed over, completely still. It was like the spell had left her mind, what did she have to do again. Think of something funny, think of something funny. But she felt frozen, her thoughts ran in a circle, and she could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. Quickly Lupin stood in front of her, and the boggart changed into the moon.
“Ridikulus,” he said and the boggart seemed to disappear in a poof of smoke. He quickly opened the closet again and the boggart found its way back and Lupin locked it.
“Sorry class, head back down to your desks. That’ll be it for the day.”
While the rest of the class left, Jordyn couldn’t seem to move.
“Are you okay?” Lupin asked.
“Yes...sorry for...that,” she pointed to the floor where her three best friends once lay. “I was expecting a clown.”
She laughed, wiping away the tears that rolled to her cheeks.
“Clowns are pretty scary,”
“Clowns are scary as shit,” she responded, making Lupin laugh. “Oh, sorry for cursing in class.”
“You’re alright, Ms…?”
“Marchbanks, Jordyn Marchbanks.”
“Well Ms. Marchbanks, I think you should go grab your books. You’re excused from class early.”
“Oh, thank you Professor,” she turned around, then turned back to Lupin. “Also, Professor, I like the music, however, maybe you could play some Queen next time?”
Lupin laughed, “I’ll consider it Ms. Marchbanks.”
She turned around and walked back to the desks, grabbing her book from hers, then walking straight out, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the classroom. She ran straight for the bathroom, and finally let herself cry, still seeing the boggart whenever she closed her eyes. Instead of waiting for class to be excused, she ran back to the Hufflepuff common room, throwing herself onto the couch and crying just a bit more, before going to the kitchens to talk to the house elves and getting a snack, her eye on the clock so she would be to her next class in time.
When the clock hit 12:30, she left the kitchen, thanking the house elves, then going to the Great Hall for lunch. She paced back in forth of the Great Hall, waiting for twins or Cedric, or even Ron. When the twins did show up, she stopped pacing and threw herself at George first.
“Woah, that’s a reaction. What’s up blondie?” George asked, holding the girl tightly before she let go, switching to the other twin.
When she hugged Fred, she started silently crying into his shoulder, taking in his scent, taking in the fact that the boggart was just a boggart, and the boys were okay. She also noticed in this moment that the twins had grown noticeably over the summer. She didn’t think that was possible over a month.
“Was class okay?” he asked, and she moved away. Fred’s fingers wiped away some of the tears, taking a strand of her hair and tucking it behind her.
“Professor Lupin is great,” she said. “But we did a lesson on boggarts, and I guess my fear just wasn’t something I expected.”
“Would you like to talk about it?” George asked.
“I’m okay. I just want to see Cedric...and eat.” she broke a smile and the boys smiled back.
Hey, y'all. I'm Kate, and I wanted to write for the Harry Potter fandom again after stopping for a couple of years. Not much else to say here, but—I am a lesbian, and, as you can see from my URL, this will probably be a more woman/wlw-centric blog. Gays unite :)
Also! I do not write smut fics! I can do headcanons, blurbs, and NSFW alphabets, but I can't do longer stuff than that. So, anyway, here are the people I write for. Bolded are my favourites.
I can also do poly ships or character x character!
The formats I will write in are:
Preferences (Many characters’ thoughts/reactions on one topic)
Headcanons (Bulletpoint format)
Blurbs (Short fics)
Prompts (A sentence chosen from a list I must use)
NSFW Alphabet down below (send me a letter—three max for one character—and I’ll write a headcanon about it)
50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”
50 Cliché Tropes and Prompts
Different Ways to Say “I Love You”
100 Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon
100 Prompts to Break a Reader’s Heart
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Has anyone else noticed how Scooby Doo has inadvertently been keeping some specific fashion styles alive in American pop culture for decades?
Like, Velma and Shaggy you can kinda get away with. A sweater and skirt combo isn’t that out of the norm, and if you ignore the fact that Shaggy is wearing corduroy pants then it’s not too weird either. Scooby’s collar is also peak 70s aesthetic in shape and color, but it makes sense to have a stylized logo for him.
Daphne and Fred, on the other hand, are wearing much more fashionable clothes that immediately date them to the time period. ESPECIALLY Daphne.
They are also the two that have gone through the most costume changes in more recent media. If you take away Fred’s ascot and throw him in a diff shirt he looks more modern, but Daphne needs an entire outfit change.
Personally I like when they just embrace the 70s aesthetic or give in universe reasons for it, kinda like Mystery Incorporated did with the entire town still being in the 70s.
Freddie with Elton John and Rod Stewart.
It’s missing the prema 2020 F3 trio hours
They were EVERYTHING
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