because you can never get enough of them

The beginner witch's starter spell kit

So I know most of you just starting off feel pressured to go and get a load of equipment to use in spells, and while I still believe it’s not strictly necessary to have spell ingredients and tools and words and intent alone are enough to suffice, I can understand wanting stuff to make you feel more witchy and to help you visualise stuff better etc.

So here are the bare basic things I recommend 😊


✨ a quartz crystal


- Because they are self cleansing - you never need to spiritually cleanse them

- because they are neutral - you can charge them with any intent you want and they will be able to carry them

- they can be used to cleanse - use it to cleanse yourself, use it to cleanse any other items you have

- they help transmit energy - perfect for helping you send energy to something or someone else

- they receive energy - perfect for channeling energy

- they amplify energy - use them to increase the power of anything else you are using in your magic

- cheap af

- completely innocuous - no one’s gonna look at it and think you must be a witch


Like literally fucking anywhere - go into a gift shop and you can probably find a Quartz crystal even if it’s on the end of a keyring or if it’s part of a gemstone chip bracelet, sometimes in the gift section of bookshops, in the birth stone section of a card shop, in most seaside gift shops, in museum gift shops, as a free gift on the front of a mind, body, spirit magazine….


✨ a feather


- it’s free af

- depending on the bird it can represent different things - Google bird meanings and omens etc

- represents the element of air

- use in cleansing spells by wafting around (yup. Simple as that - think feather dusters - cleansing!)

- comes from birds - birds fly- use in astral travel spells. Birds nest - use in home spells. Birds are free to roam where they want - use in freedom / release spells… Pretty damn versatile if you ask me!

- bonus - pretty, soft, fluffy


Literally walk out your front door, there’s probably one waiting for you right there. If not, try the back door.


✨ a stone


- again, free af

- represents earth element

- comes from ground and therefore can help you in grounding spells

- the phrase ‘solid as a rock?’ - use in spells that help you stabilise and settle down in life

- what can stones be used for? Building bridges, paths and buildings - use in spells that help you cross metaphorical bridges, that help you find your path, to help you lay foundations etc


Again, literally anywhere


✨ water (including some sort of bowl, jar, bottle, whatever… To hold said water)


- free

- represents water element

- use in cleansing spells

- water represents emotions - use in any spell that deals with emotions

- still water is calming, use in calming spells

- bonus - research different types of water and how to use in witchcraft because sea water, rain water etc can all be used for different things but as a standard simply use tap water


- sea
- collect rain
- river
- the tap????


✨ a battery operated tea light candle


- discreet and small - easy to hide away if necessary

- no need for lighter or matches

- safe af

- lasts longer than a real candle

- represents fire

- usually really cheap for a multipack

- most come with realistic flicker effect

- can get in different colours so can be used as an alternative to spell candles

- bonus - if you’re willing to spend a little more you can now get them in the style of church candles or taper candles and some of them have a sensor on them which lets you ‘blow them out’

- can be used for enlightening spells, passion, energising or any kind of candle spell

- nice to look at when meditating

- looks great in a candle holder

- safe to use as markers for you circle if you want to work within one and won’t matter if you’re clumsy af like me and knock it over


DIY stores, home stores, gift shops, clothes shops with home sections… Practically EVERYWHERE at Christmas… Most likely a pound / thrift store?


🌸 Can I just point out you now have an item to represent all of the elements? How fricking awesome is that?? You can use any kind of elemental spell now! Yay!🌸


✨ salt


- use in protection spells

- use to cleanse

- cheap

- use in your bath to soothe sore, aching muscles, or to soften dry skin or hard nails


- any food shop

- most likely your kitchen


✨ black pepper (corns or ground)


- great for binding spells

- use to absorb negativity

- cheap af


Again, food store or probably already in your kitchen


✨ a notebook


- to jot down spells, your research, correspondences etc


Pretty much anywhere. You don’t need to spend a lot of money on it. Chances are after practicing for a little while you’ll settle down more into your own personal craft and realise a lot of the stuff you wrote down won’t be relevant to you and your beliefs any more and then by that point you will have been able to save up for a nice new fancy one and you can copy over the stuff you want to keep 😊

Take it from me, there is literally no point in spending loads of money on your first spell book, you will definitely out grow it.


✨ either a cheap multi-pack of different coloured cotton reels or ribbon

- use for string / ribbon magic (a very easy form of magic for beginners)

- use in binding spells


You could go to a craft shop but honestly, just go to your local pound / thrift shop or market to pick one up for £1. Craft shops will no doubt charge you more than you have to pay


✨ some form of tiny draw string cloth pouch or the fabric to make one


- use for making charm bags with


if you’re lucky you might be given one when you buy your Quartz crystal - people usually put crystals in little drawstring pouches, a lot of jewellery from eBay come in them too


So there you have it!

At the very most all you’ll be buying is a notebook, salt and pepper if you don’t already have it, a Quartz crystal, some cotton, a battery tea light and a tiny bag.

You should easy be able to get that for under £10 especially if you buy everything you can from a pound store!

If you want to start practicing divination, you could always get a pack of playing cards from there too and learn how to divine using them - that knowledge is only a Google search away!

How easy (and cheap) was that?

You’ll probably find that as you go on, the longer you practice you’ll probably add to your collection over time and then you’ll start making the occasional bigger purchase as a treat, you might want to buy some tarot cards for example…

But this should be more than enough to start you off! 😊

And you can keep them all hidden in a little box under your bed and no one needs to know anything about it if you don’t want them too 💕

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says softly.

It’s not a question, it’s a statement.

“I know.”

Her eyes are on the tarmac and then on the constellations, but never on his face.


That makes her stop. She inhales a deep breath but regrets it a second later because now she can only smell him. Him, him, him.

“Because it hurts to be around you and not have you.”

Now it’s his turn to stop because the words are there now, separating him even further from her.

“I’m sorry.”

He can tell it’s not enough. Sorry is never enough.

“It’s fine, I’m sure it’ll get easier.”

She’s lying. He knows it and so does she. But neither of them say anything because it could never make a difference. Words will never be enough.

—  Denial is a heart’s best armour, 20/09/2015
{Birthday Celebration}

Birthday Celebration: Newt Scamander x Reader Imagine

Based on the two requests I got from these darling anons:

Anonymous said: i know this is really over used in a sense, but can i request a protective newt imagine???? something about it makes my heart melt 💝💝💝💖💖💖   

Anonymous said: Hi Belle :) can I request a one shot where the reader gets drunk and confesses how she feels about newt? Thanks , love ur blog :)    

Possessive Newt? Drunk Confessions?? These are never done enough for me, Nonnies, this stuff is my ultimate TRASH. I thank you so much for the requests! I combined them because that’s where the creative juices were flowing, but I made it extra long for you <3 I hope it brings you much joy!!! *blows kisses*

Word Count: 6443

Warnings: Drunkenness and alcohol, mentions of plans to drug someone.

Originally posted by hardyness

“What about this one?” Queenie turned in a slow circle for Tina and you, who were sitting in the waiting room inside the dressing room of a shopping mall, located a few blocks away from the Goldsteins’ apartment in New York City. You and Tina were done shopping, having picked out your dresses. Tina’s was long, black, sparkling, and sleek; yours was purple, strapless, and knee-length. It hugged you in a way you weren’t used to and still weren’t quite sure that you liked, but the girls had begged and complimented you so much that you had eventually caved in and settled on it.

Queenie was clad in a salmon colored cocktail dress, a dress that looked wonderful with her blonde curls and radiant smile. It was stunning and honestly, Queenie probably looked great in anything she wore.

“You’re so sweet, honey,” she smiled wider as she read your thoughts.

“Get it, Queens,” said Tina. “It looks fantastic.”

Queenie quirked an eyebrow at her. “Now Teenie, I know you’re telling me the truth, but I also know that you are ready to be done shopping and don’t want for me to keep on looking.”

You laughed and Tina smiled guiltily. It was true that the three of you had been out for most of the day already and that shopping had been a large chunk of it. Queenie had wanted a few things for her birthday that day and you were wrapping up one of them now.

She had wanted to start it with a girl’s day, have dinner and cake, and end the festivities by going out that night. The three of you had had coffee and breakfast pastries at Jacob’s bakery, during which you all had sat in a corner and chatted and she had made intermittently made doe eyes at Jacob while he worked behind the counter.

Jacob’s memory, though not perfect, certainly had not erased Queenie and they had picked up their relationship almost exactly where it had left after the fiasco in New York City a few months ago. After your pastries and coffee you had headed out to do some shopping.

You, Queenie, and Tina had bought the dresses and were leaving the shopping center now, walking down the street. It was wintertime and the cold air nipped at your faces as you walked, stinging your cheeks. The air fanned out around your mouth as you exhaled. You wondered briefly if it would snow here - it didn’t get much snow where you lived in London. Mostly just rain.

Tina was talking about work, her newly reinstated position of Auror. You listened for a few moments, and then she and Queenie were talking about something specific at MACUSA that you couldn’t follow, and you let your mind drift.

You and Newt - who had attended Hogwarts together, but had not really gotten to know each other until later, after you became his traveling apprentice and editor when he went off exploring the world to write his book - were back to visit Jacob and the Goldsteins. Queenie was absolutely thrilled that the gang could be back together for her birthday.

Newt’s manuscript was finally done and submitted. The book would hit the shelves of England next week. You were both quite proud of it, so now all that was left was to see if it would sell well. To take an official vacation of it all, Newt had taken you, his creatures, and himself back to New York for two weeks, having been prepaid a decent amount from the publishing house.

You had to admit, it was nice having the book done, but it was also a bit unnerving. You had traveled with him for almost two years, and you knew he had traveled even longer before that. Both of you were quite unsure what to do without the deadline and work load of the book looming over you constantly. It had been a strange week. It was a bit sad, as endings always were, but it was also quite nice, of course. Although, you did wonder what would happen to you and Newt from here on out now that he had no need for an official traveling apprentice or an editor, and the thought depressed you. You loved the creatures more than anything - except for maybe Newt himself. You had grown far, far too fond of the quirky, blonde haired man.

You weren’t sure when you it had started. Was it that time you had walked in to find him shirtless, back to you, pressing plants together and grinding them up at his work table, scars zigzagging across his skin and muscles flexing as he worked? Was it after that, when the two of you had escaped successfully with Frank, having captured him from captivity? Or was it no singular event but something gradual, as you had watched him care for his animals with such tenderness and found out how kind and wonderful he was?

You weren’t quite sure.

All you knew was this: the thoughts that crossed your mind about Newt at times were unprofessional at best, inappropriate at worst, and they had gotten more and more frequent the more time you had spent together. And this was another reason you were quite glad not to officially be his apprentice anymore. It was quite awkward having feelings for your boss, even if had always felt more like a friendship and never a formal, working relationship.

The three of you had reached the door and you snapped back to reality. Tina was fumbling with the keys in her purse, the shopping bags shifting in her arms as she pulled them out. Queenie, however, was looking at you, eyes far too knowing for your liking.

“I won’t say a word,” she said to you, winking, and you flushed.

“Huh?” Tina was putting the keys in the door now, distracted and thinking that Queenie had said something to her.

“Nothing,” Queenie thrilled, with another covert smile in your direction.

When you arrived upstairs, all dumping your bags unceremoniously on the couch, Newt was nowhere to be seen. That wasn’t surprising to any of you. You all knew exactly where he would be.

Queenie and Tina were heading to the kitchen to start preparing some tea and coffee. Jacob would be here any moment, having promised to cook dinner with Queenie (”The No-Maj way, oh, I’m so excited!”). Tina called over her shoulder, “Y/N, go tell Newt we’re back and having dinner soon, will you? You know how he gets all carried away down there.”

“Of course,” you agreed, nodding. She was right; Newt often forgot to check a clock when he was dealing with his creatures, especially for social events. He didn’t particularly enjoy them.

You glanced at the clock. It was 5 PM. Queenie was bubbling over with excitement about dolling the girls up in her bedroom together after dinner when the doorbell rang - it must be Jacob. You’d greet him when you got back up, you thought, heading to the bedroom where Newt’s suitcase was. It was definitely wise to alert Newt as soon as possible to the timing of everything.

Clambering down into the familiar suitcase - your home for the past two years, you thought fondly - you found Newt at his work table. There were plants and liquids and vials scattered everywhere.

Newt himself was holding a white mortar and pestle and vigorously smashing some herbs inside, his white shirt splattered with dirt and mud and his sleeves rolled up over his forearms. His blonde hair was draping over his forehead, lips pressed together, his face screwed up in concentration as he worked. Your heart fluttered.

“Knock knock,” you said, and he jumped and whipped his head around, apparently not having heard you enter.

“Hello Y/N,” he greeted, flashing you a quick grin before continuing his work. “How was it?”

“Really fun,” you told him enthusiastically. “Queenie’s over the moon about it all. Jacob just got here and they’re cooking, so I’m supposed to tell you dinner is going to be ready soon.”

“What?!” He stopped and turned to look at you. “What time is it?”

“About five,” you answer, and giggle as his eyes widen because his reaction is so predictable.

“Merlin’s beard,” he muttered, throwing down the mortar and pestle. “Already! I completely-”

“Lost track of time?” you offer knowingly. “We figured. That’s what I’m here for.” You smile at him.

“As always,” he said, sending you a grateful look. And then his eyes flickered with something unrecognizable and he cleared his throat. “I’ll be up soon.”

“Okay.” You smile once more and turn to head back upstairs, but not before you caught a slight frown grace his features, a troubled look in his eyes, as much as he seemed to be trying to hide it.

You could read him quite well by now and you wondered if everything was all right. You didn’t want to pry; and besides, you guessed it had to do with the social plans for the evening, as well as leaving behind his babies.

The food and the table was ready to go and looked amazing a little less than an hour later. Of course it did, pairing Jacob and Queenie’s kitchen skills. There were rolls and salads, mashed potatoes and gravy, and large bowls of a delicious looking soup steaming on the table. “It’s French Onion,” Queenie supplied happily. as everyone came to have a seat. “Jacob’s recipe. Doesn’t it smell amazing? And I mashed the potatoes myself - by hand!”

Jacob grinned bashfully as Queenie positively glowed with adoration for him. “It looks fantastic, you two,” said Tina, shooting you a grin at the infatuated antics of her head over heels sister. You grin back.

Conversation was lighthearted and happy during dinner, sprinkled with laughter. Jacob’s bakery, work at MACUSA, the completion of Newt’s book were discussed; Queenie bubbled excitedly about the No-Maj bar she was wanting to try, the entire evening peppered with her contagious laugh and her flirting with Jacob. Jacob had missed Newt’s creatures since they had seen each other last, and Newt caught him up on them all, the pair of them deciding to go down together when the girls were getting ready. Teasing jokes from the men ensued about how long girls need to get ready, anyway.

You found yourself glancing at Newt every so often throughout the whole thing, how he laughed and smiled. You couldn’t see any trace of the earlier frustration, or whatever it was that you had noticed.

Finally, a cake Jacob had brought and made himself was hovering over the table after dinner and sparkling with lit candles in celebration of Queenie, beautifully and laboriously hand decorated with pink and green and yellow roses. You all begged Queenie to wear a birthday hat and she complied with grace, giggling, standing up to blow out the candles while everybody cheered and clapped.

After indulging in Jacob’s amazing cake it was time to get ready, so you followed Queenie and Tina into their bedroom and you all gathered around the vanity while Jacob and Newt headed down into Newt’s case, Tina calling out dire warnings to Newt about not losing track of time. It took some time to do each of your makeup, despite having the advantage of magic. Conversation was fun and light for the next half an hour - finally, the other two were finished and there was just you. Tina was already changing into her dress across the room, bare back to the both of you, and Queenie sat in front of you, carefully supervising the brushes that danced across your cheeks and the mascara that pulled itself through your eyelashes,

“All done!” Queenie squealed after about fifteen minutes, looking at you with definite pride in her work. “Teenie, will you check on the boys while we finish getting dressed?”

Tina nodded and left the room and you took a cautious peek at yourself in the mirror. It really was spectacular, you decided, after a moment of appraisal. You hardly ever wore makeup. After all, what was the point, working with the creatures and plants all day?

Your cheeks were now tinted slightly pink, your eyes popping in a way that you had never believed possible. It was beautiful, girly, but quite dark; there was almost a seductress look in the smoky look that Queenie had achieved around your eyes.

“You’re going to absolutely turn heads, honey,” Queenie said, winking.

“Thanks, Queenie,” you said. “I love it.”

You were sad, suddenly, that you didn’t live closer to the Goldsteins. They were fast becoming like sisters to you, and you had thoroughly enjoyed your time with both of them that day. You never wanted it to end, this time in New York. But too soon, you and Newt would be boarding the boat…back to what?

No Goldsteins. Starting a new job, something that would likely always seem mediocre compared to these past two amazing years. Slowly drifting apart from Newt and keeping up every once in a while, as life seems to go.

Your heart clenched suddenly, painfully. You wanted none of this to end.

Queenie was handing you your dress. You hadn’t even noticed her grab it. “Here you go,” she said, giving you a soft smile. You nodded and started to change together and in a minute, you were ready to go, having shimmed into your dress and picked up your jacket. You followed Queenie to the door. Hand on the knob, she turned back to look at you, eyes warm. “And honey?” You cocked your head, waiting. “You should just tell him,” she stated simply, with a grin, and then opened the door to the living room, leaving you standing in the doorway and tingling with surprise and slight embarrassment.

Collecting yourself with a deep breath, you stepped out into the living room. “Y/N!” Jacob called out kindly. “Look at you! You ladies all look just wonderful tonight.” Queenie was already on his arm, smiling radiantly. He and Newt were waiting by the door, both clad in dress pants and button up shirts.

You realized you had never seen Newt dressed quite like this before, and it really suited him. You felt your cheeks warm up, avoiding looking up at his face because you suddenly didn’t trust yourself to look for too long, shaken by Queenie’s casual comment. “Thank you, Jacob. That’s so nice of you,” you said, smiling shyly.

You glance at Queenie, whose eyes flickering away from where Newt was standing and then she grinned mischievously at you. You again fervently thanked the fact that you had blush on. “Isn’t she just a doll?” she gushed. “Newt?“

You narrow your eyes at her and she gives you a perfectly innocent look before you hear him say from across the room, clearing his throat, “O-of course. Very lovely.” Your eyes flicker over to meet his, momentarily, and he gives you a small smile, shuffling his feet.

You smile back, shyly, before his eyes flick away quickly and Tina suggests that you all get going.

It was much colder now that the sun had gone down than it had been earlier that day, walking through the city with Tina and Queenie. Everyone’s breath was fogging out in front of them and the sound of high heels clicked across the sidewalk. Your bare legs were absolutely freezing. You hugged your jacket closer to you with a bit of a shiver.

“You’re freezing in that dress, aren’t you?” You hear Newt’s voice from beside you, eyeing your obviously cold form with raised eyebrows.

“No,” you hissed at him defiantly. Your teeth chattered, and he laughed. “Okay, a little,” you admitted. He began unwrapping his scarf. “No!” You protested. “We’re Apparating in a few minutes and then we’ll be there. I’m totally fine.”

He took no notice of your words and wrapped it around your neck. “Just a few minutes is still too long for my liking,” he pointed out.

The bar that Queenie had chosen was quite large from the outside, and the building was very fancy looking. Two men were waiting outside to look you all over before you went in, eyes drifting over the women appreciatively before nodding and allowing you all inside. You all followed Queenie to a table; she led the way, her arm hooked around one of Jacob’s.

You all settled into a booth, taking off coats and scarves and chatting. Queenie ordered a round of shots and Newt excused himself, mumbling something about scotch. A waitress came over a few minutes later and set down a tray with a gigantic round of the shots. It was clear and you knew it was vodka - you didn’t drink much, and you were a bit wary of shots and vodka in general. You weren’t sure you wanted to take any.

“It’s my birthday, Y/N,” and you looked up to see Queenie pouting at you from across the table. “Come on, take a few with us.”

“Queenie, that stuff affects me pretty strongly,” you say, laughing.

“Then you’ll just be an adorable drunk,” she said, and Tina giggled from across the table. She had already had one drink and had a content smile on her face.

“I don’t know…” You said, still wary.

You all waited a few minutes for Newt to return so you could all take the first shots together, but he didn’t return right away. Finally, Jacob scanned the crowd looking for him. “Where did he…ahh. I think we should just take them. He looks pretty busy.” He smirked a little and jerked his head in the direction of the bar. The four of you looked over to see Newt talking to a girl at the bar.

You couldn’t see his face but he seemed to be enjoying the conversation; a half consumed scotch was next to him and he wasn’t making any attempt to come back to the table. You could see her face, though, and she was beautiful. Blonde, long legs, perfect bone structure, flirtatious eyes. She laughed loudly and put her arm on his shoulder as she said something.

Suddenly, the room was shrinking and cold, and your heart gave a painful squeeze. It began to race and you averted your eyes, unable to look any longer; a bitter taste entered your mouth, along with the terrible urge to go strangle the woman senseless. You knew you had no right to think any of this whatsoever - but at the moment, that thought only made you angrier.

“Let’s do them,” you suggested quickly, hoping the others didn’t notice how hard you had to work to keep your face neutral. You especially did not dare to look at Queenie, though you felt her eyes on you. It was her birthday, her evening, and you refused to let your unwarranted jealousy ruin it.

Ten minutes and six shots later, you were strongly feeling the effects of the alcohol and feeling a thousand times better. It was lovely. You refused to look back over at the bar, instead focusing your attention completely on the four at the table. The conversation was getting louder and louder, more and more giggly. Jacob had just told a particularly funny story concerning a strange customer, one that had you, Queenie, and Tina howling with laughter, when Newt returned to the table.

He had a full drink in his hand, so he must have finished the other. His cheeks were flushed. Whether it was from the alcohol or the other pretty blonde, you really didn’t want to know. He grinned at you all as he sat down again.

“So, who’s the blonde?” Jacob asked curiously, mouth curved into a mischievous smile.

Newt shrugged, giving Jacob a quick glance before blinking down at the table awkwardly. Then he asked, pulling out a piece of paper, “What’s this mean? These numbers here? Then she said to call her.” His face was full of confusion.

Your hand stretched out almost automatically for another shot glass, a strange ringing in your ears. You hoped the small quake in your hand wasn’t noticeable, but you supposed if it had been it could be easily attributed to the the shots.

Jacob laughed at his confusion at something so simplistic in the non magic world. “That’s what girls do in bars when they want to see you again. She gives you the number, you call it with a phone, and you get a date.”

“Date?” Newt repeated blankly.

“Yeah,” Jacob said. “You should just invite her over here though, you’re both already here, you know. She seemed interested.”

“Jacob-“ Queenie began to interject, her voice full of protest, but you drowned out the rest of her words by standing up suddenly, loudly, gripping the edge of the table tightly with your fingers. Your knees had bumped the table and your brain was fuzzy, the shots clouding your judgement and confusing you. Even you were quite surprised to see yourself standing there.

Everyone stared at you, eyes wide, waiting. Hastily, you mumbled, “Drink,” and slipped out of the booth. You walked purposefully to the bar, stumbling a little.

You had only just got there and told the bartender what you wanted when a man already sitting there turned and said to you, “Why don’t you let me buy it for you, doll face?”

You were too hazy to notice his eyes scan your body up and down, slowly, in a way that, had you been sober, would have perhaps made you uncomfortable. So you just shrugged and nodded - your altered brain telling you it was a free drink, after all - and sank down in the chair beside him. The drink came with a clang in front of you, a clang that seemed louder than it actually was in your drunken stupor. You leaned forward and took a sip from the straw.

“So gorgeous, you are,” the man drawled, “What are you doing here on this fine evening?”

“It’s my friend’s birthday,” you answer him, looking up, eyes trying to focus on his face. It took a few moments, but you finally did. You decided he was quite handsome.

“Ah,” he replied, “Well I’m glad you decided to join me for a drink, then. I’m honored, pretty lady.”

You stayed there for the first drink and then started on a second one, desperately trying to forget about the blonde man at the table across the room and ultimately afraid to look back, afraid to see the long-legged blonde sitting in your old spot. Somewhere in your mind you reprimanded yourself for Queenie’s sake, and you knew you would have to go back after this drink.

The man at the bar was friendly enough; perhaps too much so. You didn’t even remember his name. You were not in the right state to notice that his smiles were more like leers, that his touching was perhaps too frequent, and that they lingered longer than usual on your skin.

You dizzily excused yourself to the bathroom and came back, fully intending to finish that second drink, go back to the table, and get over yourself.

He smiled at you widely when you came back. “Here, finish this up, darlin’.” He pushed the drink at you and numbly, you sat down again and reached your hand out to take it.

“Y/N, don’t drink that.”

An all too familiar voice came from behind you, a voice that you had grown to adore over the past two years. But there was something entirely unfamiliar about it at the moment. It was like ice, cold hard fury radiating through every word that he spoke.

You turned over your shoulder to see Newt hovering behind you, his face twisted in unmistakable anger. You had seen him angry before - when he found creatures that had been in captivity and treated terribly, for example. But it had always been harder to see - he was normally so mild. He would just clench his jaw, or become quiet or brooding for a while.

But this was entirely different. He was glaring at the man behind you with an unmistakable hatred. “Newt?” you squeaked, confused at his sudden appearance and even more so at his hostility. “Why not, what’s-”

“Hey man, come on, I’ve been talking to the lady, so move along,” the man protested loudly. But to your incredible shock, Newt lunged forward with lightning speed and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling the man’s face close to his.

“Newt?” you tried again weakly, dizzy, confused. He didn’t answer or look at you, too focused on the man in front of him. This behavior frightened you. You had never imagined Newt, sweet and shy and awkward Newt, was capable of such things. Your head was spinning just a little and you wondered briefly if you were imagining it.

Newt spoke to the man in a menacing voice, his words coming out as a harsh growl, something feral and foreign in his calm personality. You shrank back automatically at the tone, eyes wide.

“How dare you,” Newt snarled, his voice shaking and a hard line in his jaw. “How dare you ever even think of doing such a thing to her. I’m going to take her with me now, and if you even so much as send one more disgusting glance in her direction tonight…” He leaned forward closer, so he was right in the man’s face. “I will most certainly hurt you, and I will also very much enjoy it.”

He had been so frightening, so threatening, his last words spoken with pure malice, but when he released the man’s shirt and turned to you sitting there, eyes wide with fear and confusion, his face softened, though the anger didn’t disappear. The man still sat there, apparently too stunned to move, though his eyes were narrowed at the back of Newt’s head.

“Come on love,” Newt said to you gently, though his voice still contained a hard line of anger and slight desperation. “Let’s go. Quickly.” You felt his hand on the small of your back, gently nudging you out of the seat. You complied numbly, almost afraid not to. You had no idea what was happening. You couldn’t help but notice how Newt had positioned his body between the two chairs as he helped you out of the chair, as if shielding you from view.

You clung to his arm as he led you, stumbling and drunk, away from the bar. You felt that his arm was shaking and when you peeked up at him tentatively you saw that his jaw was still clenched painfully tight. “N-Newt,” you mumbled, your words a slight slur. “W-What’s wrong…?”

A muscle twitched in his jaw once more, his eyes burning all over again, but when he spoke to you his voice was kind. “Don’t worry about that now, Y/N. I’ll explain everything when we’re out of here. But I want us to leave. Immediately.”

You were almost to the table now; you could see the other three sitting there, waiting on the both of you, relief evident on their faces when they saw Newt with you in tow. It only made you more confused.

“Why would you leave your drink like that, Y/N?” he burst out suddenly, exasperatedly, his voice full of sudden irritation. “You should know better than that!”

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling suddenly ashamed and terribly saddened that he was lecturing you. Your eyes filled with tears. You were still trying to process exactly what had happened. Your brain was sluggish, lurching behind but trying desperately to keep up, trying to understand. You reached the table and Newt deposited you in your spot next to Tina. “I need to go have a word with the bartender,” he muttered, and with one more glance at you, he hurried off again, his shoulders still hunched in unmistakable anger.

“Oh thank goodness,” Tina breathed when you were next to her again. Jacob’s face, too, was extremely troubled.

“We were so worried, honey!” Queenie exclaimed, reaching across to take your hand. “You need to be more careful. There are bad men out there.”

More tears welled up in your eyes. You had ruined the evening and you felt like an idiot. Newt and Queenie had even had to lecture you - what a mess you had made. Your thoughts spiraled out of control in your stupor; Newt was angry with you and likely thought you were a child, he had a beautiful girl’s phone number, and in one week you would start drifting apart.

“I’m sorry, Queenie.” It came out as a mortified whisper, tears spilling over your eyelids without warning. The words stumbled out of you, tripping over themselves in your haste to apologize. “I’m so s-stupid. I’ve ruined your birthday. This is why I don’t d-drink.”

“Oh, no!” Queenie exclaimed, shaking her head vigorously. “No, not at all! We’ve had such a good time. Don’t you think on it. Nothing that happened is your fault. A woman should be able to enjoy herself in public without something like this.” She rubbed your hand soothingly, brows furrowed. And then she added, in response to things you hadn’t said out loud, "And Y/N, he’s not mad at you, don’t you worry. He’s just so scared, honey. His head is still absolutely screaming.”

Tina took your other hand from next to you and smiled encouragingly. You gave her a watery smile back, grateful and sad all over again for the Goldsteins. Newt returned, his cheeks still red and eyes still very troubled, but it seemed he was calmer. “I’ve told the bartender,” he said.

As if from a distance away, Tina’s voice came from behind you. “She’s really shaking. I think she should go home.” You hadn’t realized you were, but now that she spoke the words, you realized she was correct. Your hands were jittery in your lap.

“I’m certainly taking her out of here this moment,” Newt told her. His eyes drifted to you, the tears running silently down your cheeks, and he extended his arm out to you. You saw the softness return in his face. Obliging, you slid out of the booth and took Newt’s extended arm. He pulled you over and latched it around your waist, holding you steady so you wouldn’t stumble. “We’ll be going now,” he told the others.

“You sure you two will be all right?” pressed Jacob. “We can all come. We don’t have to stay longer.”

“Jacob,” Queenie said, giving him a meaningful glance. “Let Newt take Y/N back. She can rest a bit.”

Jacob seemed to understand something from Queenie’s expression. His eyes flickered between you and Newt. “Ah,” he said, nodding. “Of course. Erm…let’s stay a bit, then. Feel better, Y/N.” His eyes were sympathetic.

“Make her drink water, Newt,” Tina instructed him. “A lot of it.”

“Sleep well, honey,” Queenie said, smiling at you. “Go relax.”

“Thank you, Queenie,” you mumbled, still slurring. “Happy birthday.” The three waved and you gave them all a smile.

Newt steered you out of the bar. He was gripping your waist very tightly, refusing to let you move even a few inches away from him. As soon as you were outside in the fresh air and walking on the street, you mumbled, “I’m sorry. You w-were right. I was stupid, I d-drank way too much…”

Newt pulled you into a side alley and you expected him to pull you into Apparation. But instead, you felt him tug you to his chest very tightly, sighing. “No,” he murmured to you. “I’m sorry, Y/N, this isn’t your fault at all. It was his, of course. I shouldn’t have snapped. I was just tense and afraid. I’m sorry,” he said again urgently, rubbing his hands across your back.

You shivered standing there, wrapped in his arms, and even though it was cold outside, you were certain that wasn’t what it was from. The alcohol was still keeping you relatively warm and Newt himself radiated a very large amount of body heat. Newt, however, looked at you and frowned. “You’re freezing, of course,” he muttered.

Taking you into his chest again, he Apparated, pulling you with him. He didn’t seem to care about secrecy tonight, because he had Apparated you both directly to the Goldstein’s front door. Luckily, no one else was out on the street at the moment. He pulled out a key - you hadn’t even noticed Tina give it to him, and you wondered how much else you had missed in your drunken state - and clicked the door open.

Once inside the apartment, he helped you to the couch and disappeared to the kitchen, returning almost immediately with a glass of water. “Drink it,” he commanded you, though his eyes were tender. “And then you’ll drink more. We can’t have you sick tomorrow.”

You obeyed, tentatively taking sips as Newt watched you carefully, eyes full of too many swirling emotions for you to recognize, especially at the moment. After your first glass, he refilled it.

“I’m confused,” you finally confessed in a low voice. “Wh-what happened?”

Another flash of anger in his eyes, another hardening of his jaw; his face was contorted once more, though after a moment’s effort and a deep breath, he seemed calmer. “Queenie heard his thoughts,” he told you, brow furrowed and eyes burning all over again. He reached out to take your hands. His were warm, but you noticed they were shaking ever so slightly. “He drugged your drink. You had told him you were there with friends, but it seemed he had specific plans, very careful, explicit plans on how to get you away and alone. That’s why I overreacted to you. I didn’t want you there another minute.”

He swallowed hard and you looked into his eyes. When he looked at you, the anger was still smoldering in them, but it was next to something else. “He’s very lucky we were surrounded by witnesses,” he muttered sharply, more to himself than to you.

You were still shocked at this side of Newt, this anger and aggression you had never seen before. Horror rose up in you at the implications of what Newt had told you, what would have happened had Queenie not heard, had Newt not come to help you…

You set your glass on the table and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him. “Th-thank you,” you whimpered, tears spilling out of your eyes all over again. Soon you were sobbing horribly, overwhelmed by the range of emotions that evening and the possible outcomes and the effects of the drink. He waited you out, rubbing your back.

“You need to go to bed,” Newt whispered soothingly, after your tears had subsided and your breathing had slowed somewhat. “I think you’re very drunk, love.” He pulled back to look at you, tucking hair off of your damp cheeks with a slightly amused look. The anger had gone from his face again.

“Yeah, well,” you mutter darkly, your brain completely fogged and disconnected from your mouth. “The other o-o-option was to watch you and your h-hot date.” You frowned, mind hazy, and stood up. The room swayed - you clutched your head and stumbled.

Newt was standing next to you in a heartbeat, steadying you. “What did you just say?” he asked you breathlessly, eyes wide.

You frowned deeper, peering up at him confusedly. The room was still spinning a little bit. “What?”

“Are you talking about that blonde?” Newt asked you, seeming genuinely confused. “You think I was actually going to go on a date her?”

“Of course.” You hiccuped. “L-look at her.”

Newt laughed out loud, gazing at you with clear affection in his eyes. “You have no idea, do you?” he murmured tenderly, shaking his head. He was now gazing at you with a ferocious intensity, but you hadn’t heard him and you were not paying him much attention.

You had begun to ramble. Something very, very deep in your brain told you to stop, that you may seriously regret all of this talking tomorrow - but your mouth still seemed to have other ideas. The words came stumbling drunkenly out of you as if on autopilot, as if forgetting exactly who you were speaking to. “You’re going to have this date with this blonde and I’ll h-hate it but will be too m-much of a coward to say a w-word and then you and I will go back to England and start to drift apart, w-won’t we? D-do you have any idea what it feels like for me to be around y-you…?”

You trail off, mouth and eyes suddenly wide as you gaze into Newt’s green ones. “No, I don’t know,” he said, very quietly. “Tell me. What does it feel like?”

The air suddenly became very charged in the room. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe. You look away, a blush beginning to burn across your cheeks, but suddenly one of Newt’s hands are on your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

You frown deeply, moving your eyes down and away, ripping your chin out of his grasp and mutter, “I r-really like you, is that wh-what you want to hear? So y-you can feel sorry-”

But you couldn’t continue. Newt’s lips had pressed against yours and all of the sudden it was like there were fireworks going off in your mind. It was soft, full of such tenderness; he tasted slightly like whiskey and his lips were so warm

He didn’t kiss you for very long at all, and you made a sound of blatant protest, but when you opened your eyes he was shaking his head, smiling at you warmly. His beautiful, freckled face was so close to yours that you still were momentarily stunned by it. “No more kissing when you’re like this, love,” he explained a bit regretfully, his breathing quite a bit quicker than usual. “And not after everything tonight. It’s not right. You need rest and a clear mind.”

His eyes had the familiar sweetness back in them and he pressed his lips to your forehead, letting them linger there for a long moment. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of it. “But to answer your question,” he continued, eyes shining at you and his voice suddenly much huskier, “That was actually exactly what I wanted to hear.”

“It was?” you whisper, hardly daring to believe it.

He suddenly scooped you up into his arms easily and you couldn’t help but giggle when he looked down at you. You saw adoration and slight exasperation in his eyes, and he cradled you close to him. “You beautiful, silly woman,” he told you lovingly, brushing more hair tenderly from your face as he started to walk you to Tina and Queenie’s room. “I’ve been utterly mad for you. How could I not be?”

Your heart felt like a balloon - it was expanding so large and fast that you seriously wondered if it would burst out of your chest. You sigh contentedly, letting your head rest against his chest as he carried you to your bed.

As it turned out, you thought to yourself happily, it seemed that you had plenty of things to look forward to in the future, Newt included.

Sans Doctors Visit (Motivational Request)
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Request by @imablackandwhitepanda

Icon by @bunny-king

This one just ment alot to me… I felt so special that i got asked this… i hope its good enough. And i hope you get better and are Cancer free! Stay Determined!

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I think it's pretty canon now
  • ***During Jaehee's route***
  • MC: I feel bad for Jaehee.
  • Zen: That's because Jumin is a jerk.
  • MC: He really shouldn't---
  • Zen: He's always making her overwork, like last year when he did that meerkat thing even though they were so busy?
  • MC: I didn't know---
  • Zen: Jumin has lots of projects that are non-profit and are all for de-stressing and giving something back to the community, and he takes them as seriously as he does the rest of his business.
  • MC: Ah, that's---
  • Zen: I seriously can't understand how Jumin manages to create more work, and it's not that he doesn't do anything, because he works just as much as everyone else, or possibly more, he's a workaholic and never gets enough rest!
  • MC: ...
  • Zen: Jumin, that jerk -_-
  • MC: I see you're close to Jaehee.
  • Zen: Hm? No, we don't speak much. She might talk to you since you're a girl.
  • MC: ...
  • Zen: Omg, look at the time! I gotta go. Byyye!
  • ***Zen leaves the conversation***
  • MC: ...;;;

I’ve never liked the theory that to be in Gryffindor you just have to be brave enough to ask. I’m sure a lot of kids asked the hat to put them in Gryffindor (It’s a hat. It doesn’t require a lot of courage to ask it to put you in a house.) Plus, you can think Gryffindor would get them the farthest and ask out of ambition. You can ask because a friend is in Gryffindor and you’re loyal to them. And you can ask because you think it makes the most logical sense to be in Gryffindor.

anonymous asked:

The minigolfing with Steve and Clint was the best! Could you write more of them interacting as father and son, seriously, I can't get enough of it!

Clint, Steve discovered, had never really had dogs so much as he adopted strays for as long as he could hide them or until the animal decided to part ways. (We’re more like buddies, Clint said, I feel kinda weird thinking it was owning. They just sort of wandered into my life for a while, you know?)

Steve had never had a dog at all. Even if he hadn’t been allergic, he could never have afforded one. (Since he woke up in the twenty-first century, he had made more pathetic excuses than he could count in order to pet as many dogs as he could.)

So when he saw the flyer, he sent a photo of it to Clint with the caption “Your free Saturday isn’t free anymore. Sincerely, Dad”

Clint had shot back a “You strike me as more of a ‘Pops’, Pops.” But showed up bright and early Saturday morning to the ASPCA event with Steve. 

They looked at all kinds of dogs. (Steve was pretty sure that Clint was right, there was enough room in the Tower for all of them, but he was also sure Tony -and more importantly, Pepper- would evict the two of them). 

Clint wasn’t sure if he liked the Boston Terrier or the Jack Russell more. Steve really liked the Golden Doodle, but was a sucker for the Pitbull with the big brown eyes. 

Their indecision didn’t matter, though, when they came upon the Labradors. Six years old, brothers. Separating them wasn’t an option.  (It was hard to find them a home that wanted one adult dog, never mind two).

Pops, he signed.  I think we found our dogs.

Smartass., Steve replied.  I think we did, too.

They took the long way back to the Tower, stopping to pick up dog beds, dishes, collars, leashes and a bag-full of toys.  (Puck liked the grunting hedgehog the best.  Moth carried his blue-and-green polka dot pig all the way home).

My band friends who are in relationships or want to be remember
-avoid dating seniors
-avoid the toxic people in the band no matter how good they may seem
-don’t section date! If you break up it gets awkward. And oh don’t give me “me and my lovey dovey sweetheart 3000 will never leave!” Because you don’t know that!
-if your partner cheats break up then and there. Don’t be afraid of their popularity in the band and don’t give them a second chance. They are old enough to know not to do this and if they do they are incapable of a relationship. Relations are about trust and how can you trust some one who does that? There is never ever an excuse for cheating ever, never forget this
-and again don’t be afraid of their popularity! If something goes wrong you or they know the truth. If they try to manipulate people against you report that because that creates toxicitity within the band, this is not good and could lead to something bad in the future. Document everything you can and gather proof of the situation that happened this will benefit you in the end.
Overall if you are going to date someone in the band be careful. This is a group activity and here also does tend to be cliques so if one thing goes bad it could blow up. -T-Man

You make me shy - JinJin

Request: Hey can I request a JinJin scenario where you have a crush on him but whenever you’re around him, you’re a total klutz. Thank you! 💖💖💖

Genre: fluff (?)

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Sanha had invited you to the boys’ upcoming concert and to join them backstage before the show. You had never seen them perform live before, so you gladly said yes. Sanha knew about your crush on JinJin, because you were stupid enough to tell him once, so he thought this would be the perfect opportunity for you to get to talk to each other. You had met JinJin multiple of times before, but that was before you started crushing on him.

“Y/N! Hii!” Sanha shouted as he saw you enter the backstage area. He ran towards you and gave you a big hug. “I’m so happy you could make it.” You bowed at the rest of the members, except JinJin who wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “Where’s JinJin?” Moonbin asked looking around the room. “Here!” You heard someone say and the person came running towards you. It was JinJin.

“Sorry, I was at the toilet” He said, fixing his hair. “Oh hi Y/N, I almost didn’t see you there! Nice to meet you” JinJin said while laughing as he bowed a 90 degree bow. “Hi, i’m good” You nervously bowed as you flashed him a tiny smile. It was then you realized what the heck you just said. What the hell, he didn’t freaking ask you ‘how are you?’. You facepalmed yourself on the inside and you could feel your face getting red. “Oh.. uhm.. I mean, nice to meet you too!” You said, bowing once more. He laughed at you but got cut off by one of the staffs shouting his name. “I gotta go get my microphones ready, we’ll talk later” He said with that one perfect smile you loved so dearly, as be walked over to the staff.

“Nice going” Sanha said with a smirk plastered on his face. “Yah! Shut your mouth” You snapped back at him. Ever since you told him about your crush on JinJin, he hasn’t stopped teasing you. You looked over at Jinjin and watched him as the staff fixed his ear plugs. The staff handed him some sort of microphone belt, and he bowed as a thank you. “Go over and help him” Sanha said as he bumped his arm against yours. “Sanha that is nev-” you tried to say but got interrupted by Sanha raising his hand in the air and pointing at you. “JinJin hyung! Y/N would like to help you out with the belt!!” He shouted over at JinJin. No no no no. What did you do to him to deserve this kind of treatmind. Jinjin smiled and mouted a “Jinjja!?”.

You took a deep breath and made your way over to JinJin. “Here” He said with a smile and handed you the belt. You grabbed it and watched him lift up his shirt. Oh lord. You couldn’t help youself but to look down at his beautiful abs. The way they were shaped into his gorgeous mela- Your thoughts got interrupted by JinJin clearing his voice. You snapped out of your thoughts and started putting the belt around his stomach. Could you even get any more red-faced than you are right now?

“Kamsahamnida” JinJin said as he bowed at you. “N-no problem” You said, trying your best to smile even though you were dying on the inside from what had just happened. You turned your back to him and made your way over to Sanha who was currently sitting on a coach taking selcas .

“Look, that went amaz-” Sanha said but got interrupted by you hitting him on the arm. “Ouch, what was that for!?” He whined, giving you a death glare. “For making me look like a dumbass in front of JinJin aka my freaking crush” You said plopping down beside him with your arms crossed. “Crush?” Somebody said from a couple meters away. You looked up only to see JinJin stand infront of you. Oh no, this can’t be happening.

“Attention boys! The concert starts in 10 minutes so please get ready!” Their manager said, breaking the awkward tention that was currently occupying the space between you. “Remember to lower your voice next time” Sanha whispered in your ear before dragging a speechless JinJin away. Well that went great.

-Admin Karoline

To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don’t get over it because ‘it’ is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fill it. Why would I want them to?
—  Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body 

I don’t even understand all this Queerbaiting accusations, because:

a. Mofftiss never actually said Johnlock was going to be canon, they were actually saying the exact opposite. But every time the TJLCers were like “Sure, Jan.” and treated it like they were trying to bluff them and keeping it a secret.

b. Both John and Sherlock are alive and living together in 221b and are happy. You can still read into that, it’s even as close to Johnlock as you can get without them kissing and proclaiming their undying love to each other.
They actually left it ambiguous enough for the shippers and the non shippers to be happy.

It just looks like when a Gravity Falls theory was wrong, only 10x more toxic. Because TJLC kept reading things into the story that just wasn’t there.

Whatever you do, don’t think about a bawson wedding.

Mike’s first wedding was right out of a magazine. Rachel’s dress cost more than their first house and she was demanding enough for him to almost call it off. The photos make him cringe because she had them retouched until they’re perfect.

Ginny’s never even thought about her wedding. Men have never been that permanent. But Mike tells her she can have anything her heart desires. To his surprise, she wants to be a princess just this once. She gets a dress with a poofy skirt (it’s blush and Evelyn cried when she pranced out in it) that hits just below her knees so she can dance and everyone can see her blue shoes (they’re Tiffany blue with bows on the back and Evelyn cries again at Ginny’s smile). She carries a bundle of red tulips tied with a blue ribbon and as she walks down the aisle, a saxophone plays “When A Man Loves A Woman,” Mike’s only request. Mike doesn’t wear a suit, just a white shirt and black pants, and a Padres tie. His boutonnière is a purple calla lily. It doesn’t match anything but it’s a memory of the first time they slow danced. Evelyn and Blip are the maid of honor and best man. The twins have to have separate pillows for the rings because there was a fistfight during the first rehearsal. Will shakes Mike’s hand as he gives Ginny away, tells him to make his sister happy. It’s moot advice. Ginny hasn’t stopped smiling since they decided to take the plunge.

After the “I do’s,” pandemonium erupts. Tommy and Livan slow dance, a surprisingly touching waltz to Lee Brice’s “I Don’t Dance”. Mike and Ginny’s first dance is to Michael Buble’s “Close Your Eyes,” and Mike surprises Ginny with his newly skilled moves (moves he took private lessons to learn). Al and Ginny do the father-daughter dance and to Ginny’s surprise, the skipper blubbers like a baby through “Stealing Cinderella”. Blip teaches the preacher to electric slide. They only get two staged photos, one of them and one of everyone. The rest are outtakes at best: smashing cake in each other’s faces, Ginny laughing at Mike dancing, Mike swinging Ginny around, Tommy asleep in a corner, Livan and Cara drawing on his face.

Why losing a best friend can hurt the same or ever worse than any romantic relationship

Sometimes the bond between the two of you is stronger than words can describe
She was my ride or die
We were always together and when we weren’t it didn’t feel right

Friendships usually last longer than most romantic relationships and you aren’t told that friendships end as well
I never saw us parting because we were two peas in a pod
We were basically sisters and family doesn’t quit on eachother
But that’s the thing
We didn’t
We just faded
We grew in two separate directions that sometimes have cross streets
But that’s not enough
I want to grow on our own but have every cross street possible
I don’t want our roads to be parallel
I want them to come back together at some point
I miss you so much and I hope you miss me too

A lot of times you can get over a breakup because the relationship wasn’t that long or you can convince yourself that they were a horrible person deep down
But we all know our former best friend was the best freaking person to walk the planet
That’s why we loved them so much

So thank you, my former best friend, for showing me what it means to be a great person. For showing me how to love other people as much as I love my family. If you ever see this please know you can always call me. Because family is forever.

—  An open letter to my former(ex) best friend

devittslegos  asked:

Being married to Adam Cole?😻💖

Being Married To Adam Cole Would Include

- you’re his princess
- which means you get everything you want
- he prefers you to travel with him
- the young bucks and kenny are like your brothers
- sometimes you make him late for shows
- because he can’t get enough of you
- he never forgets your anniversary
- he isn’t intimidated by your need for independence
- but he always watches out for you
- you’re a club wife. it’s an exclusive group
- he finds time to take you out on dates
- and romances you like before you were married
- he kisses your hands
- and your forehead. a lot
- he will break the legs of anybody who offends you
- or at least punch them in the face
- he likes calling you wifey
- and he always winks after he says it
- he only has eyes for you

I hope I have a daughter

I hope I never have a daughter

Because all she’ll do is suffer and cry all the time

I hope I never have a daughter

Because when it’s her time of the month

I would have to explain to her how unfair being a female is

How much responsibility as women we must take

Make sure to dress and act accordingly

You don’t want to be called a slut

Make sure you remain skinny because you’ll be bullied your whole life

Make sure you know how to apply make up

Because you’ll never be pretty enough

No fuck that

I hope I have a daughter so I can teach her right

I hope I have a daughter so I NEVER LEAVE HER SIDE

I’ll be there to wipe your tears and hug you tight

I’ll teach you how to love yourself from birth

How no matter what YOU ARE ENOUGH

You matter, you’re important, have dreams and goals

Make mistakes, lots of them and GROW

Get back up when you fall down

& don’t you ever dare to depend on A SINGLE SOUL

You must learn to do things on your own

You must work hard for everything you own

You’ll probably hate me because I’ll never spoil you with material things

Because none of that matters baby girl

I’ll make sure to educate you on your mental health

& How important it is to express yourself

& not GIVE A DAMN about what others think

Fuck society.

Build an empire

Become an entrepreneur

Build a legacy, find your gift

I hope I have a daughter

Because I’m going to be one hell of a good mother

anonymous asked:

can you make clalec head canons? but not romantic and not too friendshippy

  • they make a game out of Magnus’s name dropping because they’re the only two Magnus likes enough to let them get away with it. Something subtle like whoever touches their ear first after he says it gets a free coffee from the loser. 
  • Alec finds out about Clary’s little talk with Lydia from the night before the wedding and he’d never admit it but it meant a lot to him that she’d try to protect him
  • Alec misplaces his belongings constantly (steles, his phone, his left shoe that one time, etc) and for whatever reason Clary is the first person who’s able to find them which annoys him to no end
  • Sometimes when a visiting shadowhunter or another shadowhunter living in the institute tries to talk down to Clary or is being dismissive they’ll look over her shoulder and see Alec giving them death glares because he knows Clary would get mad if he stepped in but she still needs a little bit of back up and it’s his way of saying “I back her” without getting up and saying it
  • A few years down the line, Alec is the first person to find out Clary is pregnant. She gets really bad morning sickness before she is able to figure out a way to tell Jace the good news and she texts Alec to bring her crackers and ginger ale because she knows that Simon, Magnus, Isabelle, Luke, and virtually anyone else would not be able to keep their mouth shut until she found a way to tell Jace.

anonymous asked:

WAIT WHERE DID YOU GUYS GET ALETHIOMETERS?? I've wanted one for years but when the movie came out I was never able to get the replica... now I have enough money and don't know where to find one.

What we were talking about isn’t an actual alethiometer designed based on the movie or book - it’s a device from earlier (roughly the 1950s) that resembles one slightly and has since become a collector’s item because of that. Here’s a picture of mine. You can get them usually from a seller on Etsy called Martonmere, but scrolling through his current wares, it seems he’s sold out right now. Try messaging him and seeing if he has any he hasn’t listed yet? Have a look through the divining watch tag on my blog for more information.

  • Aries: Will cheat because they are bored of you
  • Taurus: Cheats only if they suspect you cheating on them
  • Gemini: It's not cheating if you never made it official, right?
  • Cancer: They'll cheat if you're not boosting their low self esteem
  • Leo: Will cheat in order to stir jealousy if they're not being given enough attention
  • Virgo: Will cheat as revenge on you
  • Libra: Accidentally takes flirting too far
  • Scorpio: You're boring and can't meet their expectations of intimacy and mystery
  • Sagittarius: They'll cheat because they treat love like a game
  • Capricorn: Will cheat to get what they want from you and others
  • Aquarius: Cheats solely out of curiosity. That makes it okay, right? No? Lesson learned, I guess.
  • Pisces: Will cheat if there are too many problems in the relationship

Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 600
Member: Vernon

A/N: Hey guys this is my first scenario! I hope you enjoy it. Fluff is my favourite thing to do :) ~Admin Hari

“No, this is not happening.”



Your boyfriend Vernon is sitting on his bed in the Seventeen dorm. He ended up finishing practice later and now it’s nearly 2AM. There is no way you are walking home even if it is only about a 20 minute walk. You had never slept over before. Especially because the 12 other boys tend to be home as well. It’s not that you don’t like them; more as you weren’t close enough with them yet to invade their house for a night.

But on the other hand, you really didn’t want to walk the route home in the dark.

“If you sleep over, then you can just go home in the morning and they’ll never know you were here.” Vernon continues to prod you.

“They are just starting to get used to having me around the dorm! I don’t think they’ll be light on the teasing if they find out.” You complain, folding your arms.

“Please Y/N? I’m really tired.” He grabs hold of your hand. “And I’ll be dead worried if you are walking home by yourself.”

“I don’t know. I guess we could if-” You don’t finish as he pulls you into his arms; falling onto the bed with him. “Hey!”

“Shhh.” Vernon buries his face in your hair. “Sleep, please. My alarm is set early.”

You sigh and smile to yourself. Honestly, you could think of worse things then spending the night cuddling with your boyfriend. You give up and turn to face him. Vernon immediately pulls you into his chest and lightly kisses your forehead. He wraps the blanket tightly around you both.

“Fine, you win.” You mutter and settle yourself comfortably. Slowly, you feel your eyes getting heavy.

“Ayo ladiessssss, this is your storyyyy.” A loud annoying voice hits your ears.

You blink awake and expect to see your bedroom ceiling. Then you remember Vernon convinced you stay over last night. Vernon is also awake in a sense, even though his eyes are barely open and his hair looks like a mess. A flash hits your eyes and you turn to see Seungkwan with a truly evil smile and his phone in hand.

“You need to learn to lock the door before you have a sleepover!” He laughs before sprinting out of the room. You are about to chase him down before Vernon restrains you.

“Hey, I have to get the blackmail back.” You protest. “What happened to the alarm?”

“It’s fine. I’ll beat him up later.” Vernon says in his morning voice.  "I don’t know about the alarm. But first order of business, good morning beautiful.“

“Good morning to you too.” You smile and when he kisses you, you forget about everything for a minute. Maybe sleeping over isn’t so bad.

“Hey, no wait a minute. You aren’t allowed to do that.” You laugh and slip out of his arms.

You grab his phone off the nightstand to check why the alarm had failed you both. You scrolled down to see your dumb boyfriend had set an alarm all right; for 6PM not AM.

“Oops.” Vernon said, reading over your shoulder. You flick his head. “Hey!”

“You caused this. Fix it!” You pointed to the door.

“Okay, okay.” He laughs and crinkles his face.

He exits to find Seungkwan, leaving the door open. Down the hall, you can hear Seungkwan and Vernon yelling.You are about to close the door when Jeonghan walks by, tying his hair up. You attempt to hide yourself but he just laughs.

“Y/N, we all heard Seungkwan. Just come have breakfast.” Jeonghan says.

One year ago today, I published the first chapter of Love Doesn’t Discriminate.

It’s safe to say that I really had no idea what I was doing when I first started, and that I could never have guessed at how much recognition that fic would get. It now has over 1000 kudos, and over 900 comments, and I seriously love each and every one of those and can’t thank you guys enough for leaving them. That fic will always be special, because it was the first.

Today also marks the first time I shared my writing with other people. It was a huge step for me, and honestly I have grown so much in confidence and in writing skills because of it. Getting feedback from all of you has been such a great experience for me. 

I have also met a lot of really rad people due to me publishing all of my fics and creating this side blog, and overall it has been a blast getting to know a lot of you and bounce ideas back and forth. I haven’t had this much motivation to write in a really, really long time. 

I could honestly go on forever about this, so I’ll stop the rambling here. But thanks to each and every one of you who has read my fics or talked to me or even just liked one of my posts, it means the world.

In celebration, the first chapter of my last fic, (I say that now, but who knows when inspiration will strike) I’ll Let Him Tell It, will be up later today! 

Thanks again :)