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When Felix says he was somewhere on holidays with his parents he means that they actually were spending time together.
When his classmates say they were somewhere with their parents they mean the servants were spending time with them meanwhile parents were minding their own business.
This leads to some misunderstanding when they are comparing expirences.

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Things are so so SO close to getting back to normal–this time next month, I’ll be back to teaching. Today was really great though, because I had a meeting to attend of the newly formed LGBTQ+ Employee Resource Group. Even in that safest of spaces, I just couldn’t bring myself to wear my wig, so I went without. Still, I used my female name and pronouns, which was super validating.

Long story short, the group formed out of an experience I had meeting with the faculty head of the student LGBTQ+ Center late last year; I had just begun my transition and was hoping to have a faculty LGBTQ+ group to attend. She told me that we didn’t have anything like that, so she ran my concerns by HR and, well, now we do and I’m a founding member! 😄

So yeah, this was our first official meeting where we put together our mission statement, started putting together a budget proposal, and all that kind of stuff to get recognized as an official resource group. The best part? We had to appoint member positions, like Head Chair and Treasurer, and I volunteered to be the Secretary, meaning my job is to take notes during each meeting. Now, most of the other members (including myself) are Liberal Arts/English faculty, so we changed my title to Scribe, because we’re nerds like that. Then, it was during my drive home that it hit me–I’m the trans scribe!!! 🤣

(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)

They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.

Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.

The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).

The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.

Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.

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the Romantic conception of love as this unstoppable force that ravages it’s way through the lives of people who just lose their will and faculty of reason in its pursuit has played out a pretty harmful and usually misogynistic cultural trope but i love the art it makes. i love art for which you just have to surrender yourself to its whims because it really allows it to like open up and seep into my consciousness. and with these narratives i can’t really ask Why Are They Doing This because they just Have To and i get lost in the rhythms and passions.

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4/100 days of productivityy
Bring back library pictures!!!!!
Stayed a bit in this library from the visual arts faculty, since it is close to my high school I like to go there and do my readings bc I know no one that can distract me there haha

TRUTH OR DARE

Originally posted by jeonbase

After the long wait here it is <3 I made it longer cause’ you guys enjoyed it so much :) Thank you for all the love and support. <3333

FOR NEW READERS HERE IS THE LINK TO PT.1

PART 1

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Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-Smut
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 13276 words
Summary: You and Jungkook gather up with your friends to play truth or dare and it gets a little dirty.

“I ask for a re-match, I refuse to look at my dongsaeng being called cute when he has the biggest size in this room!” Hoseok stands up

“H-Hyung, DON’T DO IT” jungkook glares at Hoseok

“I choose the next dare” Hoseok says in a definitive tone “Go ahead and ask your two questions Y/N, because I’m choosing the next dare”

“Who said I’ll be picking truths “you smirked

“She’s GOING HARD” Taehyung woo-ed

Yeah, may I remind you that my dick is also going hard because of her?

This sudden change of mood coming from you made jungkook unconsciously bite his bottom lip because of how adventurous and feisty you were being. This thrill of you being rebellious was something that triggered up this raging desire in him. You call it a turn on and something that stimulated his brain and hormones. Not a gesture not an act, but just a personality trait that made him sexually aroused.

A way to make him yearn for something more when he wants to keep it in his pants. He could not help but imagine what kind of girl could be hiding behind your sweet girl mask. Friends you were for sure, but this wild side was something he was unaware of. You may have been a decent chill girl, but this side of you was making him act up along with his pants. He was going to need lots of self-restrain or some action to happen tonight, cause’ he wasn’t going to last for very long.

Why is she acting all wild tonight? Seriously Y/N, WHY ARE DOING THIS TO ME?!

“Go ahead, it’s not like I’m scared” Hoseok chuckles

“Are you sure about that?” you raise a teasing brow

I don’t like where this is going. Why is she like this? AND STOP SHIFTING AROUND SO F*CKING MUCH ON MY VICTIMIZED LAP. UGHHH.LET SOMEONE SURVIVE HERE PLEASE.

“The dare is for Hoseok” you smirk at Hoseok

Jungkook gasps as he hears the dare you just threw at hoseok. Both of you were going to be f*cked for real if he didn’t stop you. So what if you throw this dare? It wouldn’t have been a problem, if Hoseok wasn’t going to choose the next one. Jungkook knew by experience that the more savage your dare for Hoseok was, the crueler Hoseok’s dare was going to be for the next round. Not to forgot that Hoseok previously mentioned that he refused watching jungkook being called cute when he has the biggest dick. Hoseok already had something savage in store for the next dare and the fact that you just challenged him with a savage dare just made it worse. Chances were that Hoseok was bond to choose a dare that was 10x worse than the one he had in mind a few minutes earlier.

Jungkook leans closer to your ear to whisper his discontentment about your choice. It wasn’t the time for him to freak out over the fact that you were on his lap. He was freaking out about what the future reserved for you and that’s how he leaned his chest closer to your smaller frame in order to look at you from the side before leaning his lips subtly beside your ears.

His sudden act made all the hairs on your skin stand up for some reason.His face was so close to yours.It was as if he was invading your personal space. His next whispers were what snapped you out.

“F*CK NO. YOU DID NOT. YOU BETTER TAKE THAT BACK Y/N. DO YOU WANT HIM TO MURDER US FOR THE NEXT DARE?! DON’T PLAY HIM” jungkook would whisper with his warm breath on the side of your ear

“He was trying to act all mighty and cocky, it’s only natural that he sits the f*ck back down on earth” you turn your head slightly as you whisper and stare back at jungkook

“DON’T F*CKING TRY HIM. DON’T YOU REMEMBER THAT HE’S SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE THE NEXT DARE AFTER YOU?!! DO YOU WANT US DEAD??” anger could be noticed in his whispers

“What does it even has to do with you?! The dare will be for me anyways. It’s not like Hoseok will pick on you when you haven’t done anything” you whisper back as you roll your eyes

“Girly. I don’t think you understood, but you and I come together as a combo when it comes to dares. YOUR DARE WILL HAVE REPERCUSSIONS ON ME.” He growls in your ear

“What the f*ck?” you raise a brow “Jungkook just shut up” you reply

“YOU SHUT UP” he frowns while eyeing the close proximity of your pink links

So glistering and shiny… I wonder how it’d feel if I kissed–

“You f*cking shut up” you glare at him

Why the f*ck is she swearing while ordering me around?! Did she studied my turn ons before coming here, because’ the way she swears. UGH.F*CK.DON’T START IT UP, he’d lean his head back in frustration

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All my life I have talked and written a great deal about the artist. It was often misunderstood as cultist, excluding nonartists and uncreative people, but this was not so. For me, the artist simply means one who can transform ordinary life into a beautiful creation with his craft. But I did not mean creation strictly applied only to the arts, I meant creation in life, the creation of a child, a garden, a home, a dress. I was referring to creativity in all its aspects. Not only the actual products of art, but the faculty for healing, consoling, raising the level of life, transforming it by our own efforts. I was talking about the creative will, our salvation.

Anaïs Nin

Oh, Romeo

> You are an art major who is passionate about theatre and acting. One day you get cast as the female lead and the guy you have a crush on gets cast as the male lead.

> Fluff, mature content (pg-13?)

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Acting is your passion. An actor is someone who can be someone completely different while still being themselves. It was incredibly beautiful but extremely difficult. To immerse yourself in a role, to become someone completely new was an art. You loved it. So naturally, you were an Art Major who specified in acting.

Your school was well known, people from all over the world came here to study. All faculties had outstanding teachers and classes that could be as big as 400 students per class,  but there was nothing quite like the Arts Faculty. It was hard to get into. Not only do your grades have to be good, but you have to have immense talent and a background of performing or lessons. Luckily for you, you had parents that expected good grades and a drive to be the best.

Each year, the theatre department would put on a play and you’ usually get a secondary role, but this year you vowed to change that. This year was the year of Romeo and Juliet, and you were going to get Juliet or you were going to die trying.

For your audition, you did Juliet’s monologue and with the finishing the lines, “There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death; no words can that woe sound.” You spoke with a melancholy tone, trying to resonate with the character. The directors stared at you for a moment, but their gazes had no emotion. You uttered a small, “thank you”, before grabbing your things and leaving.

The directors usually didn’t show much emotion, but this was ridiculous! It was like staring at a stone wall. You let out a quiet sigh before suddenly being bumped into, causing you to drop your things.

“Goddamnit..” You muttered, crouching down to get your things. “I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed, bowing your head as an apology.

“It was my fault. Are you hurt?” Glancing up when you recognized the voice, you froze momentarily. In front of you was the best actor in the entire theatre department and there he was helping you pick up your things. Jin was a god to the younger students, yourself included. He was voted most likely to become a famous actor, and he was already on the way, having nabbed small roles in Hollywood scale films. It should also be mentioned you have a huge crush on him.

“J-Jin! I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” You gave a shy smile, thanking him before getting back up. “Are you on your way to audition?” He nodded with a smile and you practically melted. “I’m trying out for Romeo.”

“I just auditioned for Juliet.” You blushed, wondering what would happen if you both got the parts. Well, it was mostly you wishing you’d get the role because Jin was 100% going to be Romeo.

“I hope you do.” He paused, giving a sly smile. “Maybe I’ll finally get to kiss you.” His comment made your jaw drop. Once again, you were frozen. “Anyways, I’ll see you around, (y/n).” And with that, he was gone.

“He.. Wants to kiss me… He knows my name…” You practically ran to your apartment to get the chance to call your friend.

“Seulgi, you wouldn’t believe what just happened!” And you relayed the events that had just occurred, your friend interjecting with excited squeals every now and then.

“So do you think you’ll get it? Do you think he’s hoping you’ll get it?” Seulgi asked. You didn’t have an answer to either question and she seemed to understand. “I think you will, (y/n). You’re super talented.” She assured you, thank god for Seulgi.

“What would I do without you?” You sighed. “I’ll see you later.” And with that, you hung up.


The next few days you anxiously awaited for the cast list to be posted, your heart racing each time you approached the drama room. Finally, the day had arrived. Your classmates were gathered around a piece of paper taped to the wall, all talking amongst themselves. You heard them calling out their roles, “Lady Capulet”, “Tybalt” and so on. But no one had claimed the leads.

With a few nervous steps, your eyes found the word ‘JULIET’ and beside it, ‘(Y/N)’ in bold letters. After a moment of shock, you let out a happy noise. Your castmates patted you on the back and congratulated you before leaving to rehearse. You were left with your Romeo, Jin.

“Congratulations, (y/n). You deserve it.” He gave you a warm smile, not even a flirtatious one.

“Thank you! And you too! It’s such an honour, we all look up to you and to be your counterpart in a production is.. Amazing.” You couldn’t help yourself, but he seemed to appreciate it and his warm smile turned mischievous.

“We’ll be spending a lot of time together. I hope you’ll stop being so shy around me.” You felt your cheeks warm and he chuckled at the sight. “Anyways, I brought you the script book. We should start rehearsing together, even during our free time.” He paused, handing you the book. “I wrote my number on a sticky note, text me when you want to rehearse. Or if you just want to talk.”

Unable to find the words, you nodded gratefully. “I will.” You murmured contently. Am I dreaming?

Sure enough, there it was. A sticky note on the first page with a phone number and the name ‘Jin’ written in all caps with a smiley face beside it. Never have you ever been so ecstatic to see a smiley face. As he walked away to greet his friends and congratulate them for their role, you found yourself staring at the book, still shocked about getting the lead female role. Settling down, you grabbed a highlighter from your bag and began highlighting your lines.


Rehearsing for a play can be described many ways. You prefer the word ‘hell’ when referring to it. Every day until late into the night everyone had to stay and run the show multiple times. You had to get measured, test hair and makeup, redoing certain scenes to perfect them. You never experienced this much stress in such a way, mostly because you were never this important in a show.

The best part was that you spent a lot of time with Jin. You’d rehearse in your free time, mornings and evenings too. Because practice would go so late, he always offered to give you a ride home but for some reason, you always declined and took the bus instead. Stupid.

But today was different.

Today was the first day that you’d be practicing kissing and you were completely and utterly nervous. You had texted Seulgi asking for support, but she was busy in the dancing department preparing for their own show. With a sigh, you put your phone away and went on.

Jin seemed calm, which baffled you for a moment. Oh but he’s Jin. He’s probably done this thousands of times. You’ve kissed before, but never in front of an audience. He seemed to sense this and gave you a comforting glance before the two of you began speaking your lines.

It was in Act 1, Scene 5 where you two kissed. And that’s where you to were right now.

You said your line, “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” And you could have sworn you were visibly shaking, but Jin continued anyways with his line.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.” And he moved towards you, leaning in slowly with his hands grasping your jaw. You let your eyes flutter before closing them, waiting for his lips to press against yours. And when they did, you felt as if you were in heaven. His lips were so soft and he was so gentle that when he pulled away, you barely even heard his next line.

The two of you shared more lines before the next kiss came up, “Give me my sin again,” He murmured, kissing you again but this time with more force. You almost squealed but managed to keep it in, but then he pulled away - a cue that another character was coming in.

At the end of rehearsal, the cast gathered around to get notes from the directors and you patiently awaited yours.

“(y/n), good job. You play a very convincing Juliet and the chemistry with Romeo is definitely there. Just work a bit more on putting more emotion in the final scenes and work on the kissing - I know it’s the first time but it was a little awkward on your part.” You nodded, writing down what you need to improve on but almost choking at the words “work on” and “kissing”.

After everyone got their notes and began packing up, Jin approached you with a smirk-like smile. “So you always say no, but I think we’re close enough for me to give you a ride home.” You giggled softly at his words before nodding slowly.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

The first half of the car ride was silent, mostly because you couldn’t gather the courage to say anything. But luckily, Jin was able to do so. He looked at you for a moment before returning his gaze to the road. “I wanted to say, you’re a really good actress.”

The compliment was a complete surprise, “Oh! Thank you. You’re an amazing actor, but you probably hear that a lot.” You both laughed, the awkwardness slowly melting away. “But thank you.”

The two of you continued talking, mostly gossiping about castmates and crew and who you would think would be a good couple. There was plenty of romance in the drama room, but most of the people were too shy to admit it (you were one of them).

“Personally, I think Joy and Sungjae would be really cute together.” You stated confidently. Before Jin could respond, he reached your apartment complex.

“Here you go.” He smiled at you with a raised brow.

“Thanks, Jin. I don’t know why I always said no.” You admitted, wishing that this happened more often.

“Hey, I’m always there if you need a ride home. It’s pretty late, but maybe next time we could practice some more.” He paused, a smirk growing on his lips. “Maybe focus on what you need to improve on.”

Flustered, you stared at him for a moment before nodding. “I.. would really like that.” You murmured in response, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Thanks again, Jin. I’ll see you later.” Gently closing his car door and waving as he drove off, you couldn’t help but smile on your way up to your apartment.

Life was good, and with the show coming up, it was about to get better.

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AU: welcome to a new story, unfortunately, I don’t have much time throughout the week so this won’t be updated very quickly but I’m hoping there will be a chapter a week! (no promises but i’ll try my best)
While you’re waiting, why don’t you check out my other stuff?

Snape Appreciation Month   Day 1: General Snape Love

Severus Snape was born into poverty in a muggle town with an abusive father and neglectful mother. He went to Hogwarts and joined a House teeming with blood purity politics. He lived in the same dorm as rich purebloods who would not hesitate to make his life miserable. Perhaps he would have found the courage to defy them had he not been bullied by four students, who nearly killed him, to the delight of the rest of the student body. Instead he associated with the purebloods and their politics, letting his friendship with Lily Evans deteriorated to the point they stopped being friends. During his school years, Severus was an excellent Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts student. He altered the instructions and methods in his Potion text book and invented spells that were both popular and deadly.

After Hogwarts, he joined the Death Eaters and this was likely how he got his Potions Mastery. He was given the Dark Mark indicating that as a halfblood joined the inner circle of a pureblood supremacy cult impressing Voldemort himself. At the age of 20, he delivered a prophecy which would eventually lead to the targeting of his former best friend, Lily Potter. Severus then decided, knowing that he would not live for long, to give information to Albus Dumbledore about Voldemort’s plan. Voldemort agreed to spare Lily for Severus thinking that Severus had only lusted after her. He spied, very likely saving the lives of many people, until the first war ended with Lily Potter’s death. It was his request to Voldemort and Lily’s sacrifice that saved her son from the Killing Curse. A grief stricken Severus agreed to continue to protect Lily Potter’s son, Harry Potter. None of them knew when Voldemort would return so there was no real ending to this task as far as Severus was concerned.

Severus became the Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin House and was probably the youngest staff member. As a Professor, he passed on his innovations to all his pupils and helped Slytherin win the House Cup for 7 consecutive years. He eliminated in-house fighting and strictly guided Slytherin students. By the time, the second war started only a few Slytherins joined Voldemort. His classes were demanding, yielding high performances and he only accepted the very best into his NEWT classes. He made Potions for the Hospital Wing of the school and was the Dark Arts expert in the faculty. He seemed to have a pleasant relationship with the other Professors including a friendly Quidditch Rivalry with Professor McGonagall. We see multiple times how concerned with his students’ safety Severus was.

When Harry joined Hogwarts, he was in danger on a yearly basis. Severus tried to save him as much as he could without betraying his true allegiance. He refereed a match and helped in protecting the Philosopher’s Stone from Voldemort. Severus guarded students and brewed Potions to undo petrification. He went to the Shack almost out of his mind with fear and anger to rescue the trio from what he thought was a serial killer and his werewolf accomplice during the full moon. Severus exposed his Dark Mark to Fudge outing himself as an ex Death Eater and returned to Voldemort knowing that at best he would be tortured. He resumed his role as a spy for the Order while also being useful to Voldemort in a substantial manner. Severus gave Umbridge fake Veritaserum, heeded Harry’s cryptic warning about Sirius, asked Sirius to remain in the Headquarters where he would be safe and then Severus figured out that Harry went to the Ministry and told the Order.

He rose even higher in rank after Lucius’ fall from grace to become Voldemort’s right hand man. When Narcissa asked him to risk his life to save Draco, Severus agreed going as far as to make an Unbreakable Vow. Dumbledore asked him not only to assist his suicide but also to tell Harry that he needed to die to stop Voldemort. Severus killed Dumbledore swiftly, gaining favour from Voldemort in the process. As Headmaster, Severus tried to protect his students from the Carrows without arousing Voldemort’s suspicion. At the same time Severus continued his duties as Dumbledore’s spy by protecting Order members during fights, delivering the Gryffindor sword to Harry, and keeping Order secrets from Voldemort. After Nagini tore into his throat, Severus held on long enough to pass crucial information to Harry. After the war, he was posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin. He remained a controversial figure according to Pottermore.

He was an asshole to people but he did a lot of good and in the end he managed to save Harry though he died thinking the opposite. In other words, what a fucking awesome character.