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19 Years Later ⚡️🚂

Can’t believe it’s here. The series is almost over. Today is the day of the Deathly Hollows epilogue, 19 Years Later.

After September 1st 2017 Harry Potter becomes an official story of the past.


But as Jo Rowling said at the premiere for Deathly Hallows pt 2: 

“Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.“

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Originally posted by dailypr0phet1

“Back to witches and wizards, and magical beasts
To goblins and ghosts and to magical feasts
It’s all that I love, and it’s all that I need
At Hogwarts, Hogwarts”

I wish we could go back ✨

This is for you..

This is for you.

This is for the crazy idiots like me who are called nerds.

Who hardly talk to anyone.

Who use their headphones not only to listen to music but also to avoid people.

Who sit in a corner of a room filled with people.

Who always have their phones on silent modes.

Whose notes are filled with plot ideas.

Whose back pages of books are the places where the quotes are scribbled.

Who are often mistaken as rude or arrogant cause they don’t talk much.

Who think reality is stupid.

Who find escape in words.

Who love to stay alone.

Who think.

Who read.

Who write.

Who love fictional characters more than real people.

Who always have a story in their mind.

Who haven’t even held a hand of a guy, but write cutest romance.

Who don’t tell their parents that they write.

Who are waiting for someone special.

Who believe in true love.

Who ignore the world with a book.

Who block everyone when they are sad.

Who smile like they haven’t been crying last night.

Who lead the world of their own imagination.

Who are introverts and crazy.

Who are in their own little bubble which is so big..

This is for all of you!

【Japan Official Fanclub Magazine Vol.2】BTS My Biography – Suga’s part

From a mischievous child to a young boy that loves to read

Born in Daegu, South Korea’s 3rd biggest city, which is located in the south. I lived there until I came to Seoul. I was just an ordinary child, I always liked to mess around. So, the teacher in nursery didn’t really like me (laughs). I remember that I always got told off “it’s dangerous!” I liked sports and I was especially good at running. From primary school to high school, I often got chosen to participate in the relay race. And I was above average in studying.

When I was a child, I really liked to go out to play with my friends. But as I grew up, I wasn’t that fond of going out to play. Even when I went out to play, we just met in the park, there were nothing to do though. I didn’t like that, so I usually stayed at home along on the weekends. My mother said: “you should go out to see your friends sometimes.” (laughs)

I liked to collect, so I collected a lot of books when I was a child. Because at the time, I wanted to be cultivated, I wanted to pretend that I’m civilized. So, I read many grown up novels, poetry anthology, literary works and news articles which didn’t suit me… I read all genres of books. I don’t know why but from middle school onwards, I started to have the habit of reading from the back page. Now, I would read books sometimes. My reading speed is quick because I read chunks of writings.

First love in primary school… I honestly don’t have any memories about that. Unlike Seoul, the place I live in is quite conservative. Especially in my school, it’s rare to see boys talking to girls. Even being next to a girl made me shy, I didn’t even say a thing.

Encountered Hip-Hop
Started to compose music in middle school

I became interested in music when I was in 5th grade of middle school, I saw the Korean artist Stony Skunk’s performance on TV. At the time, the genre Ballad was in its prime. If 18 teams were on a music show, 10 would be ballad groups, 5 would be idol groups and the remaining 3 would be other genres, Stony Skunk was one of the 3. Stony Skunk was really cool, their style is so different from the other groups. I’ve never been interested in music before that, but under the influence of Stony Skunk, I started to listen to Hip-Hop and Reggae music. I was also influenced by Epik High. MP3 players were getting popular at the time but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened to music with that.

That’s how I started to listen to music, and at the same time I started to write song as well. No one told me to do it, but I just felt like I should write something. I started to write rap lyrics in primary school and started to compose music in middle school. At the time, no one around me liked Hip-Hop. Although Hip-Hop is getting popular again in Korea but when I encountered Hip-Hop, it was a genre that was popular from a long time ago. You probably couldn’t find anyone who raps on the street, apart from me. My friends complained when I sang rap songs in the karaoke room. You know there’re those special hand gestures in Hip-Hop, I got laughed at because I did those gestures.

Despite all of that, I continued to like Hip-Hop. I got to perform on the stage for the first time in 2nd of middle school. I performed Dynamic Duo’s ‘Go Back’ with my friends. I don’t like standing in front of many people but I just felt like I had to do it. I wanted to show off the rap that I’ve been practicing, although I wasn’t that great (laughs). Actually, I wanted to attend an arts high school, so I even produced classical music. But arts high school is too expensive so I attended an ordinary high school. I said to my father, “I’ve made enough music, I’ll study properly when I’m in high school.” But I never kept my promise (laughs).

Joined an underground crew in hometown, started to work as an underground rapper

I produced music in middle school for self-satisfaction, and I made songs in a hobby level. But after I changed the MIDI equipment, I started to make music properly. When I was in 1st grade of high school, I made a person to listen to my song, he was a teacher to me and he really liked it. Then he introduced me to a Hip-Hop crew called ’D-Town’ and I joined in. That song had a New Age music feeling to it but the Hip-Hop beats were like Nujabes. For your information, the teacher that acknowledged me studied in Berklee College of Music and now he’s a music director for movies. After I joined the crew, I started to learn rap properly. Although I’ve been rapping since primary school but since no one around me raps, so I always thought I was the best (laughs).

This is how I started my underground activities in Daegu. It also made me realize that working in the underground scene is difficult to make a living. The hyungs that I worked with was 10 years older than me, there were even people over 30 years old. They had to work part-time along with making music, it looked so tiring. I really hated the fact that it was difficult to gather 100 audience when we try to hold a live performance. I thought “if I succeed, can I be the bridge between mainstream music and underground music?” There are many people that makes great music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I’ll give them a better environment to work in and I want to let the world hear my hyungs’ music.

And at the same time, I heard that BigHit Entertainment was holding an audition in Daegu. I only knew that producer Bang Shi Hyuk established the company but I still auditioned. The next day, I got the notice that I passed the audition. Later, someone told me that when he saw me, he immediately gave me a pass. Even though my rapping wasn’t really good at the time (laughs).

Came to Seoul, became a trainee
Ran counter to his (original) intention?!

I can still clearly remember the day that I came to Seoul, 7th November 2010, when I was in 2nd grade of high school. When I joined the company, my original intention wasn’t to become a rapper, I wanted to become a producer. So, I thought I didn’t need to dance, and I can leave rapping to those that are good at it. I thought I only need to be a producer. But that wasn’t the case (laughs). At the time, the company wanted to debut a group consists of rappers, rather than an idol group. However, the plan changed at the end. The members at the time were Rap Monster, J-Hope and I. Including Supreme Boi, i11evn hyung who’s currently working in the underground scene, and IRON hyung, who was one of the finalists in ‘Show Me The Money 3’. I think if we debuted like that, our rapping would be outstanding but we would probably have failed (laughs).

Rapper & Producer
Suga’s future goals

I’m able to walk on the path of music, it’s because of my brother, who’s 4 years older than me. Under my influence, my brother started to like Hip-Hop too. No one supported me in my family when I went to audition, except for my brother. They don’t approve of making music. My relatives even said to me: “what can you achieve from making music, just study properly.” So, I could only share my songs with my brother, he was my only listener. And I told my brother first when I passed the audition. We have a good relationship just like friends. I don’t usually drink but I drink a bit with my brother. Of course, my family support me now. The relatives that advised me to study even came to ask for my autograph (laughs).

I’ve been thinking lately that I want to be active as a producer. I’m not ambitious about being in the center, I just want to make music. I’m not interested in the entertainment industry, others want to either act or be on variety shows, but I don’t (laughs). Above all, I think the most important for BTS right now is to achieve #1 in Korea and Japan. And, I want to become the best rapper, the best producer. I don’t know how long it will take to achieve that but I’m going to give it a go.

BTS Biography - Jimin (Vol.5)
BTS Biography - V (Vol.3)

Trans: KIMMYYANG (from Korean mondomizel1)

Writing Advice™

Do it.

Go write now.

Go write.

Put words on a page. Put bad words on a page. Put stupid words on a page. Put silly words on a page. Put stuff that makes no sense on a page.

Don’t forget punctuation.

Put words on a page. Fill the page with words. Write 250 pages.

Look back on your writing and cry.

Congratulations, you are a writer.

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Dustin misses part of history class and needs to copy some notes and Will being the amazing friend he is hands over his notebook without a thought. Its only a few minutes later, Dustin is long gone and Will freezes, flashing back to the entire page of Mike's names covered in hearts and doodles of them kissing and holding hands and little Byers charges through the halls like a bull and practically tackles Dustin, the poor boys books sliding across the hall Dusting is cursing.

skfks OKAY I LOVED THIS SO MUCH I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE 1.9K WORDS ABOUT IT SORRY

Will doesn’t even think twice about handing over his notebook to Dustin when he asks. He’d missed the first thirty minutes of history class that morning for a dentist appointment, and he’s been waiting until the lunch hour to be able to borrow Will’s notes on westward expansion.

“You could have borrowed my notes,” Mike points out from where he’s sitting beside Will on the creaky bench of the cafeteria table.

Dustin makes a scoffing noise and raises his eyebrows skeptically.

“Mike, I’ve seen your chicken scratch. Will’s notes are like, fifty million times better than yours. He color codes them.”

Mike scrunches up his nose in distaste.

“My notes aren’t chicken scratch,” he protests half-heartedly, but he doesn’t bother disputing the fact that Will’s are objectively better. He knows he has no argument there.

“Anyway,” Dustin brushes Mike’s words off with a dismissive hand wave. “Thanks for this, Will. I owe you one.”

He places Will’s notebook carefully atop his own stack of books as Will shrugs easily and gives Dustin a small smile.

“No problem. But I definitely need it back before the end of the day. I’m sure Mrs. Hill is going to give us a pop quiz on all that stuff tomorrow.”

Dustin nods and finishes the sandwich he’s got in front of him in two huge bites, standing up from the bench before he’s even swallowed the last of it.

“I’m gonna go -,” he starts, but from across the table, Lucas cuts him off with an annoyed look.

“Stop talking with your mouth full!” he says, eyes narrowed and upper lip curled in disgust.

Will stifles a laugh as Dustin sticks his tongue out in Lucas’s direction - half-chewed sandwich and all - until Lucas throws a grape at him and tells him he’s revolting. Dustin just smiles with smug satisfaction and slowly, deliberately chews his last bite of food before opening his mouth to speak again.

“As I was saying,” he pauses to give a deliberate look in Lucas’s direction before turning back toward Will. “I’m gonna go to the library and copy down your notes now so you can have this baby back by the end of the day.”

He pats Will’s notebook like it’s some kind of precious goldmine and Will laughs.

“All right, Dustin. See you next period.”

All the boys say their goodbyes as Dustin gathers his books in his arms and makes his way out of the lunchroom. In the back of Will’s mind, something vague is picking at him - a persistent, nagging feeling that he’s forgotten something, but after briefly thinking on it, he still can’t figure out what.

He shrugs it off, distracted by the squeak-squish of tennis shoes on the scuffed linoleum and the snippets of too-loud conversations overlapping one another and echoing off the bare walls of the cafeteria. Across the table, Lucas is complaining about something Erica did last night and Will tunes himself into the story instead, laughing as Lucas regales them with the tale of his ridiculous little sister.

It’s not until a moment later - when Mike’s arm presses against his own in an accidental move (though he makes no motion to correct it), and Will’s heart does the same embarrassing, familiar fluttering dance in his chest that it always does when he’s near Mike, a pink flush creeping up over the tips of his ears - that Will remembers exactly what it is that he’s forgotten with sudden, sickening panic.

“Oh no.”

He doesn’t mean to speak the words out loud but they come out anyway, quiet and panicked, because he’s just made the kind of mistake that fills the pit of his stomach with a deep sense of horrifying dread: Will Byers has just handed Dustin a veritable confession of every feeling he’s ever had for Mike Wheeler, all conveniently placed in one spiral-bound notebook whose front page is filled with sketches and doodles and drawings composed secretly in crisp black ink.

And these are decidedly not the artistic endeavors that Will cares to share with his friends. No, these are furtive little pieces of his stupid, traitorous heart that his hand has spilled across the neat blue lines of college-ruled paper - drawings of Mike’s face with bubbly hearts all around it, doodles of Mike holding his hand, and, perhaps most embarrassingly, one tiny heart at the bottom of the page with the words Will Wheeler written in neat cursive inside it.

“Oh no,” Will repeats, louder this time, and Mike’s head immediately snaps up from where he’s poking at the food on his tray. Lucas also looks over at him curiously, eyebrows raised just the slightest.

They both ask, “what’s wrong?” in twin voices of concern, but Will’s already mumbled out some half-sentence about needing to go, hopping up from the table before they can question him again. Will rushes carelessly toward the cafeteria doors, running as fast as he can manage through the maze of tables and idling students around him.

In his periphery he can see Lucas and Mike clambering hurriedly up from the table as well, but Will keeps his eyes ahead.

“Mr. Byers, what do you think you’re -,”

A teacher tries to stop him with a hand on his shoulder but Will only moves faster, slipping easily out of her grip.

“Sorry,” he manages to blurt out as he rushes away from her.

He’ll be concerned about the ramifications of that later. Right now the only thing he can focus on is finding Dustin before he opens that stupid notebook. He hopes he hasn’t already made it to the library and looked at the damned thing. Will’s face burns hot with humiliation just thinking about it.

As he turns down the hall toward the library, his heart lifts as he spots Dustin just outside the library doors, Will’s notebook still balanced - unopened - in his arms.

“Dustin!” he calls out, voice echoing off the lockers lining the walls.

Dustin turns and looks up, surprised as Will comes barreling down the hallway toward him. Will realizes the second before it happens that he’s not going to be able to stop himself in time, the tread on his shoes wearing low, slip-sliding against the recently polished floor. He tries to slow himself down but his momentum propels him forward beyond his control.

“Dude, what -?”

The rest of Dustin’s sentence is stopped short as Will yells out, “I’m so sorry!” before he crashes directly, painfully, into him and both of them go tumbling to the floor in a tangled heap.

Dustin’s books slide haphazardly in every direction, spreading throughout the hallway. When he’s able to get his bearings enough to try to sit upright, Will thinks he’s definitely split his lip on the zipper of Dustin’s jacket, the tang of blood sitting sharp on his tongue as he slowly sits up.

“Jesus, Will!” Dustin groans out, disentangling their legs with a wince. “What was that all about?”

Before Will can find the words to respond, Lucas and Mike come rushing up behind them.

“Will!” Mike calls out, leaning down to place an arm around Will’s shoulders as he helps him up from the floor with careful, warm hands.

“Are you okay?”

He holds Will at arm’s length and looks him over for any visible injuries. His brow furrows harshly when he spots Will’s bleeding lip and he reaches out to press his thumb against it, gently wiping the blood away.

Will pulls back like he’s been burned, ducking his head as his heart does its best to climb out from behind the cage of his ribs.

“Mike, I’m fine,” he says.

From the floor, Dustin makes a grumpy noise in the back of his throat.

“Gee, I wonder if anyone’s going to ask how I’m doing, seeing how I was the one who was viciously attacked by the world’s smallest human battering ram over here.”

Will goes red as Lucas sighs long-sufferingly and says, “get up, you’re fine.”

Dustin makes a face in Lucas’s direction as Will extends his hand to help him up off the ground. He stutters out an apology in the process and he’s fairly certain Dustin tells him it’s okay, but Will is more than slightly distracted by the fact that he hasn’t been able to spot where the notebook went during their collision. He starts surveying the area around where they fell, hoping to find the thing so he can grab it and go already. He’s just about to check beneath the trophy display case across the hall when he’s hears Mike say, “Dustin, I got your - oh.”

Will turns quickly, something about the way Mike’s voice has gone strangely soft and confused setting off a fresh swell of panic in his chest. Across from him, Mike is standing with a couple of Dustin’s books in his hands. And right at the top of the stack, teetering just slightly off balance, is Will’s notebook looking slightly smashed, a little bent at the corners, and - opened to the very first page.

If it weren’t for the fact that his breath has gone too ragged and heavy to ignore, Will would swear his heart has stopped beating entirely in his chest. Mike catches Will’s eye without meaning to, face going pink beneath the smattering of freckles over his cheeks, and any hope Will has that Mike miraculously hasn’t seen the contents of that page flies right out the window.

He can feel the hot pricking of tears at the corners of his eyes as he marches forward to snatch the notebook from the top of the pile, immediately closing it with too much force. He can’t bring himself to look at Mike’s face as he does it, keeping his head down until he turns back around and begins the return trip to the lunch room.

“What the hell?” Dustin calls out and Will doesn’t bother to look back at his friends.

“I need it back,” is all he says, voice coming out hard and tinged with just a bit of sorrow.

Dustin’s protests are quickly quieted by Lucas telling him he can just borrow his notes instead, and they let Will walk away without stopping him again.

It takes all of Will’s effort to ignore the crushing wave of humiliation that’s seized his body, especially when Mike wanders into their fifth period class and sits down right next to Will like he always does, like nothing’s different. Will can tell that Mike is looking at him, is probably waiting for Will to look his way so he can make sad, soft eyes at him and tell Will in the nicest possible way that pining after him is pathetic because he’ll never feel the same. In Will’s mind, there’s no good way for this situation to end, so he keeps his head turned the other direction, watching as students file in and fill up their seats.

A moment later, just before the bell rings to signify the start of their geometry lesson, Mike leans over toward Will’s desk with a pencil in hand, working quickly to scribble something in the corner of Will’s notebook before Will can ask what’s happening or tell him to stop.

When he looks down at the page in front of him, Will sees a messy, slightly crooked heart sitting just in the top margin of the paper, Will’s name scrawled sloppily in the very middle of it. His breath stops in his throat, like suddenly his rib cage is pressed too tightly around his lungs.

Will spends the entire lesson distracted by the drawing at the top of the page, reaching up to touch it with disbelieving fingers, his pulse singing through his veins and something pleasant unfolding itself in his chest as he traces the lines until they’ve smudged against the skin of his fingers and marked him with their meaning.

Writer things

- were street lamps invented in ww2????

- how much does an arm cost tho

- Everyone is nodded. All the heads are nodding in this conversation

- wait no it was raining wasn’t it *looks back ten pages* yeah okay why did i do that

- It’s still night right?

- It’s been night for like 30 years at this point

- what’s that guy’s name again? I should know this these are my babies

- I have no idea how you guys are going to get out of this alive so figure it out kids

- *googles* how to travel across Europe during the middle ages

- effects of the bubonic plague???

- shoot, comas don’t work like I want them to. I need a convenient coma

- Everyone has the ability to quirk one eyebrow why is this

- how smart are rats

- I think they’ve sighed like 30 times now

- how do i describe what its like to run a mile I’ve never done that in my life

- Im sure its just like super hard

- No one cares about the weather stop

- i just wrote twenty pages in two hours why cant i do this in school

- everyone smirks too much but what else do i say its not a smile its too sad for that

- and now everyone is just ‘smiling sadly’.

- chuckled sounds like santa clause but laugh is too much but snickered is evil but giggled is too bubbly…

- what is the purpose of a rubber duck

- no, don’t make references this is a serious piece of literature

- “now if I reverse the polarity of the neutron flow”

- okay i need tea and music and oh wow look at that someone liked my tumblr post…

Infatuation

Originally posted by king-beluga

Pairing : Taehyung x Reader
Genre : Fluff, smut, Hybrid!au
Word count : 3428
Warning : smut, demeaning names



“Yeah, that one is famous. Have fun with it.“

Taehyung seemed distracted with some coloring book you brought for him as he halfway nodded without a look at your direction. Lazily lying down on his side, the rug of the living room under him. His palm holding his head as one hand was mindfully coloring the drawing. His features were adorning a bored expression but you still assumed he was focused on what he was doing. The soft dim light of the lamp was bathing his face in an ethereal golden glow. With a smirk, you could not help but state, humming a little behind the counter.

“It seems you love that one.”

A teasing smile made its way to your lips as you took a deep breath, your hands busy with putting away the cutlery from the dishwasher. It was a nice cozy and quiet Friday evening among others. Your heart warmed up by the sole fact your dog hybrid ate all the food you prepared for him as your warm glance laid upon him. He was peering into your eyes from behind his long enthralling lashes, deep voice echoing around the living room.

“Yeah, I think these coloring books are fun. Truly, they are work of art, in a way.”

You cocked one brow at him as you put one clean plate on the counter, making your way to your dog busy with the coloring book you bought from the store on your way home the day before. A frown made its way to the silver-haired hybrid’s tan face as his contemplative eyes crossed yours.

“I guess that…”

The hybrid ended up his sentence in a whisper, his eyes flickering back to the page he was before busy coloring. He seemed absorbed by the coloring book as his hand roamed over the many color pencils. After all, you were best to know art bathed in his precise and creative being.

Fascination.

“Well, what do you mean by “famous?” These are strange looking characters. I mean…You don’t see people dressed like this everyday. Are they from the TV shows you talk about so much? Because if yes, I really wanna check that show. Their world must be truly interesting.”

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A complete @orphanblack family tree updated to include both the final season and the Helsinki comics. I’m sorry it took me so long, I was collecting stool samples in Sardinia (actually malaria data in Rwanda, but same idea) and now I’m finally caught up. Please let me know if you see any major errors.

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A huge thank you to @adherantnerdhi, @afrenchclone, and @spotlesssky for fact checking and their input!

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I really can’t believe today is the day. Today is the “19 Years Later”. In a few hours the Potters are going to go to King’s Cross where they will meet with the Weasleys as usual. They will say goodbye to their kids. The scar wouldn’t have pained Harry for 19 years. All would be well.
Some of you may feel that Harry Potter has ended all over again. But there’s no need to be sad. As the Queen once said that the stories we love best never really leave us forever. So whether we come back by page, or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome us home. ❤️

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So this short one shot is a combination of a venting piece, and something that was inspired because @solbabydraws always makes me want to draw Percy Jackson stuff. It feels like sometimes people in the fandom (Not Solbaby! Just other writers I’ve read) and people in general seem to forget that Percy (And pretty much all guys, trust me) also appreciate kind words and can be sensitive. It’s okay to not always be tough folks, and that’s coming from a guy who gets through most of his problems by just toughing it out. We all need to hear kind words sometimes. Sometimes teasing can get to people, even if it’s light hearted. (It’s certainly getting old for me at work sometimes…) Ironically this is also released on MentalHealthAwareness day so there’s that too. Anyway, sorry for the mini rant, enjoy!

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Glaring at his pencil, Percy wondered how mad Annabeth would be if he snapped her mechanical pencil in half. Knowing her however, he figured it wouldn’t be worth the scowl and bickering for a few seconds of tension relief.

Setting down the pencil onto his “extra homework” he dropped his head onto the table to avoid the temptation of causing property damage for Annabeth. If he wasn’t so utterly in love with Annabeth, there was no way he would be doing extra homework during their summer vacation. Not even the gods could have convinced him of this task.

They were preparing to finish their senior year, then go to college together. However, Annabeth had warned that Percy needed to be on top of the ball to ensure there were no academic problems that could interfere. Of course, Percy had already used up all his strikes, and them some, so it was really down to the line. Annabeth had been helping him, and promised to make it up to him later for studying so hard now.

Of course Annabeth had been the best studying partner. Bringing him snacks occasionally, explaining things in her wonderful confident, yet patient tone. Not to mention the brief study breaks that usually ended out in make-out sessions.

Annabeth had some other tasks to attend to for the day, leaving Percy to study and work on the next section of the workbook on his own. Promising to bring him a treat when she was free later, she had the utmost confidence in her boyfriend that he could finish the work.

Percy had also been pretty confident that he could do it alone. At least until his day had decided to spiral progressively downwards. Raising his head slightly, he let it drop with a soft thud on the table. Repeating the action, he thought back to what had started this hellish day.

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