Kades-stuff - My Bullshittery

McGonagall: I assume you realise this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this room.

Sirius: Is there another type of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

Got Bored, have art block, decided to design some nail art for giggles. Might do more.

Sirius: Professor, I really don’t see the point in getting upset over spilled milk.

McGonagall: Why would I be upset? The Slytherin dormitory will be unusable for the next fortnight and one of my students orchestrated it.

Sirius: Actually it was two. Remus was there as well.

Remus: Why would you say that?

Sirius: I just thought it would help cushion the blow if we distribute the blame.

Remus: Cushion who?

Sirius: Me mostly.

being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five

McGonagall: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on here?

Oliver Wood: Well, it's kind of complicated, but Fred and George-

McGonagall: Got it. Forget I asked.

dere you go

Mini headcanon time 💜

Dabi likes to wear Hawks socks to slip and slide around the house in. Hawks caught him doing so coming home late one night after a long patrol. He was half way in the window when he saw Dabi sliding across the hall into the living room listening to music. Dancing sliding around the house completely comfortable in one of Hawks shirts, the backs cut out for Hawks wings.

Dabi danced for a solid five minutes with his eyes closed before he opened them and then they were shock wide open. They stared at each other for a second before dabi yelped and shot fire at hawks who dodged quicker than dabi could spark it. Squawking when he flew back inside.

“Dabi?! You could’ve killed me!”

“You saw me dancing!”

“So you tried to kill me?”

“ I didn’t try to kill you i tried to fry you! Big difference chicken!”

“Chicken? With those skinny legs?” Hawks said pointing at Dabi’s exposed lower half. The shirt covering up to his mid thigh, showing off indeed, skinny chicken legs.

“So what? You’re a bird so it’s different!”

“That makes no sense!”

“You don’t make sense!”

Dabi yelled, stomping off to the bedroom only to skip and fall on his bony ass. Hawks had never laughed so hard in his life.

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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