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Thief-taker, Rust had called him. The man had meant it as an insult, but it’d do. Theft was the only crime, whether the loot was gold, innocence, land or life. And for the thief-taker, there was the chase… There were several more splashes. Vimes fancied the ship surged forward.
…the chase. Because the chase was simpler than the capture. Once you’d caught someone it got complicated, but the chase was pure and free. Much better than prodding at clues and peering at notebooks. He flees, I chase. Simple.

– Vetinari’s terrier | Terry Pratchett, Jingo

Eavesdropping: Harry x GrangerTwin!Reader

Request: Hello! I was hoping if you don’t mind writing a granger!reader if you could do a Harry x reader please? Like her and hermione are twins but she’s not quite as studious etc as hermione and more Fred/George style so gets on well with them which causes a jealous Harry and when hermione&Ron tell him to admit his feelings he always denies it? But maybe she gets hurt in a quiddirch match and Harry tries to save her and stays by her side the whole time please? Just like super fluffy cute pls?..

Warnings: none


Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

“Hermione, please,” I beg. “Just let me look over them!”

“You have your own notes,” my twin snaps back, still with her nose in her notebook.

“You know you take better notes than I do, though.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve paid better attention in class, then!” Hermione quips, slamming her book shut and storming away.

I groan and lean back in my chair, folding my arms in front of me.

“Are you sure you two are related?” Ron asks me for the millionth time.

“How’s your potions essay coming along, Ron?” I say, snatching the roll of parchment from in front of him. He’s written only a single word: “The.” He snatches it back and I smirk, but it turns into a triumphant smile when I hear Harry laughing to my right.

“Hey, Granger!” I hear from my left and turn to see Fred and George approaching. “You ready to get this show on the road?”

“Absolutely,” I say, snapping my book shut. I grab my bag and turn back to Ron and Harry (who’s an odd shade of pink). “I’ll see you two later, yeah?” I say, and spin around before receiving an answer from them to follow the twins out of the library.

When Fred, George, and I get back to the common room, I’m still cradling the stitch in my side from laughter. “Di-did you see the look on his face, though?!” I choke out through my laughter.

“It was bloody brilliant,” Fred replies, also keeled over in laughter.

“Well done, (Y/N),” George says, pulling me in for a hug.

“Agreed. Job well done, boys,” I say saluting them. The two run off up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory, and I turn to see Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting in front of the fire, and Hermione looks extremely peeved.

“What’s up, sis?” I say, plopping next to Harry on the couch.

“What were you doing with Fred and George?” She asks, an accusation in her tone.

“Oh, nothing,” I say, my mischievous smile still on my face. “Let’s just say Draco Malfoy’s hair may now match our least favorite professor.”

“Snape?” Harry asks.

“No, dimwit,” I say, shoving him playfully. My face hardens a little then, “Umbridge.”

I see his eyes flicker down to the scars on the back of my left hand, and I quickly hide it from his sight.

“You–you made Malfoy’s hair… pink?” He asks in awe, bringing the smile back to my face.

“Maybe,” I say winking at him. He immediately turns away from me.

“How did you manage to get into the Slytherin common room, though?” Ron asks curious.

“I didn’t,” I respond. “Prefect’s bathroom.”

“But you’re not a Prefect,” Hermione says, still glaring at me. “How did you get the password?”

“Dear sister, you talk in your sleep. It’s time you knew that,” I say, making her blush a deep red.

“I–I do not!” she says, half-glancing at Ron.

“Believe what you will,” I respond with a shrug.

“You’ve been pranking a lot recently, haven’t you?” Harry asks as he looks down at his hands.

“I suppose.” I raise an eyebrow at him and lean to the side trying to see his face, but he’s deliberately not looking at me. There’s a tension in the air that I don’t understand. I try to ease it, saying, “I’m being careful though.”

I lean back against the cushion behind me, and none of them say anything. I can tell that they’re keeping something from me, and I want to know what it is, so I slyly pull an extendable ear out of my pocket and slide it behind the cushion without any of them noticing.

“Well,” I break the silence. “If none of you are going to say anything, then I suppose I’ll head upstairs.”

They all continue to stare at whatever they were staring at before. I begin to fume a bit. “Good night?” I say expecting SOME sort of an answer, and it’s my twin who finally does.

She looks up from her book to me, and curtly says, “Good night.”

I huff and storm up the stairs. What the bloody hell has gotten into them? I think to myself, and once I’m safely in my room, I pull out the receiver. to listen in on their conversation.

“You know, shutting her out isn’t helping your case at all,” Hermione informs, closing her book and leaning forward to look at Harry.

He glances up, making eye contact with her. “I–I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he stutters out.

“Oh please,” Hermione groans, leaning back in her seat.

“You’re totally in love with her, mate,” Ron says, shrugging at his best friend.

“I am not!” Harry rebukes, not very convincingly.

“Harry, think about it,” Hermione begins. “If even RON can see it, then it has to be pretty obvious, don’t you think?”

“Hey!” Ron says, slightly offended. Hermione shrugs in response, and Harry groans.

“You’ve been moody ever since she started spending time with Fred and George,” Hermione explains. “You barely even look at her anymore, and when you do, you turn the same color as Ron’s hair.” 

“You get all stuttery when you talk to her now, too,” Ron chimes in. “And you string together words really fast so no one knows what you’re saying.”

“And we all know that means you fancy her,” Hermione says, closing the case.

Harry looks back and forth between the two of them, exasperated. “Well, what am I supposed to about it? It’s not like she fancies me.”

“You’ll never know until you ask,” Hermione says. There are a few moments of silence as he decides what to do.

“I’ll talk to her after Quidditch tomorrow, then,” he says, finally making up his mind, and a wide grin spreads on Hermione’s face.


I pull the receiver out of my ear.

No. No way. No possible bloody way did I hear that conversation correctly.

I begin to pace around my room, replaying the words I heard over and over again.

I mean, it all makes sense now; why it seemed like Harry was shutting me out and seemed so upset when I’d hang out with Fred and George. He thinks I fancy one of them. But that’s ridiculous. I’ve only ever fancied one wizard ever since I first came to Hogwarts; the boy with the lightning scar and green eyes.

I hear a creak outside my door, and jump in bed, pulling my covers over me and pretend to be asleep as Hermione comes into the room. She crosses to her own bed and crawls under her covers. Eventually we both fall asleep.

Madam Hooch blows the whistle and (Y/N) immediately kicks off into the air, along with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Katie Bell takes possession of the quaffle and passes to (Y/N), who passes it off again as the Scarlet-clad wizards weave their way to the Slytherin’s goalposts. Angelina Johnson passes it back to (Y/N) and she throws it perfectly through the tallest hoop. 

“GRANGER SCORES, 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR,” Lee Jordan’s voice echoes over the speakers. Fred and George cheer, hitting their bats together in the air, and (Y/N)’s eyes wander through the players, looking for their seeker. When she catches sight of him, she notices that he’s that same odd shade of pink, and glaring at the twins from high in the air, who are still cheering, and therefore not paying attention to the bludger aimed right for (Y/N).

“(Y/N) LOOK OUT!” Harry cries as he dives toward her. She looks up to see the bludger coming straight for her, and does a barrel roll in the air as the ball zooms past her, but she loses her grip on her broom, and her leg slips over the side.

The crowd gasps as they see her struggling to pull herself back onto her broom. In an instant, Harry is by her side, and he lowers himself so his back is beneath her feet. She kicks off the support and swings herself back onto the broom, with a huff of air. He raises the few feet to meet her eye level, and she smiles widely at him.

“Thank you,” she says, with not a hint of sarcasm in her voice or face, and Harry feels himself begin to blush again.

“Of course,” he says. And then her smile gets even wider.

“Now maybe you should catch that snitch that’s behind your left shoulder, eh?” he smirks and turns around.

About twenty seconds later, Lee Jordan announces, “HARRY POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS 160-0!”

I land back on the ground and dismount me broom and Harry follows suit a moment later. I immediately run to him and throw my arms around his neck.

“Congratulations!” I say, pulling back to look in his eyes.

“You, too!” he says, blushing slightly, and he looks down for a second. I reach up lift his chin to look back at me, and he blushes even more. But then he straightens up and takes my hand in his.

“I have to tell you something,” he says, confidently.

“Oh do you now?” Maybe now’s not the best time to tease him, but I can’t help it. Luckily for me, he grins.

“I fancy you, (Y/N),” he says. “Quite a lot.”

And now it’s my turn to blush. “Well, that’s convenient,” I begin, “Since I’ve fancied you for about five years now. It’s about time you caught on.”

His jaw drops, shocked. “You–you’re joking.”

“I’m really not,” I giggle lightly. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest, and I squeal slightly. He drops his firebolt to the floor and wraps his other hand around my neck, his fingers intertwining with my hair, and brings my face to his, gently connecting them in a kiss.


The Extreme Sport of Organisation, Part 1: the agenda.

Find part 2 here: the notebooks.

By popular demand (i.e. the demand of @petrichorals​, @atthemomentofsurrender​, and @thecview​) I present the long overdue organisation post(s). The most important part first: the agenda.

I use a Filofax Panama in bordeaux, personal size (as far as I can Google they don’t make them anymore) and have done so for a few years now. I find it works better for me than a notebook style planner as I can make my own inserts and move things around as I please.

I keep a ‘dashboard’ at the front, i.e. some clear acetate with a couple of post-its, to quickly jot down anything that comes up but doesn’t immediately have a place elsewhere.

The next section is tabbed months. At the moment it’s largely under-utilised and a work in progress. So far it’s used as an overview for big events: deadlines, exams, medical appointments, work launches, social events, etc.

Following that is a monthly tracker, which is a new addition this academic year. There are daily routine-type things that I’d like to track (covered up in the photo) and a coloured dot system seems like a good visual way to do that. We’ll see how it goes.

Then, the bulk of the planner. I make my own pages in InDesign as I can’t find pre-made ones that do what I need them to do. It’s a day on a two page spread: the first page has a 6am-9pm schedule, each ‘box’ representing 15 minutes. I mark the start of something with a checkbox and then depending on whether I completed it, it was cancelled, moved, etc., that box is filled in based on the key.

Different types of events are colour coded so it’s easy to see a day a glance. The ‘study’ periods are marked as general study time as I found that writing exactly what I planned to study got too messy. There are occasions where something takes longer/shorter than you thought, and there’s a lot of scribbling in and crossing out. Now when I see ‘study’ on the schedule, I go to the to-do lists in my notebooks and choose what to do from there (coming in part 2…)

Breaking up the two page spread is a transparent fly-leaf with to-do list post its. I jot down things that need doing that week there, and move the fly-leaf along with me each day. You can see under the fly-leaf a blank page. Here I write, as the day goes, when/what I’ve eaten/drank, when/what medication I’ve taken, how long I slept, any medical symptoms etc. (You’ll have to use your imagination as to what it looks like filled in. It’s not something I mind sharing, I just really don’t want to start the inevitable debate surrounding what I eat.) This is the prime reason for me making me own inserts: I need to see when/what I was doing, eating, exercising, taking, feeling, all on one spread and such a thing doesn’t exist elsewhere.

Finally at the back I have four tabbed sections. The first is for academic information I need to carry with me. The second for long term to do lists for projects. The third health related information. The fourth and final is my personal reading lists and to watch lists.

It’s taken a good couple of years to create a set-up that is both functional and visually appealing. I know it seems OTT to record everything in such detail and to plan a day at a time 15 minutes by 15 minutes, but I’ve found with any less detail I’m not recording everything I need to and organising my time is more difficult 👍🏻✨

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Adele winning album of the year over Beyoncé? I mean I like Adele but 25 wasn't better than lemonade imo.

Oh, she won? I’m watching The Notebook haha. I think she’s incredibly talented and it’s all personal preference i suppose. Those things are all politics. 

No Longer Human & BSD Dazai (The First Notebook)

I skipped the prologue because I might stick it with the epilogue since it’s kind of short and I think they go better together! The second and third notebooks are longer than the first so it’ll take a while;;

The first notebook focuses on Yozo’s inability to understand humans and what he does in response to that. These are my thoughts on how it connects to BSD Dazai!

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I’ve set up a new planner because I wanted to try a ring bound one and see if I liked it better than using a notebook. Layout inspired by Nicole’s Journal on IG, her bujo is amazing.

I’m currently on lunch break with my friends, and we’re about to plan out everything for our debate next week 😫

P.S. Excuse the tasks in two languages lol sometimes you’re in too much of a rush to translate anything! 😋

studygram: thejoyofstudying

i changed these a little bit so they’re all white now. should’ve just done them this way all along but better late than never? it looks more like a notebook doodle turned IRL, which is pretty much exactly what it is.

the cool thing about bottling up your feelings is that you can have some later when you don’t have any. one easy solve for having too many feelings and for being dead inside, both of which apply to me at different times.

from the all time champions in the categories of ’love looks’ and ’heart eyes

current holders of the cup in the categorie of “most romantic youtube channel 2014-2015

with classics like “I died because I was so entranced by you!”, “the tunnel of friendship”, “mount me!" and "I can’t live without you!”


“this is better than The Notebook” - The Times

“o h mY FCUNKG OD MY FEELS” - The Sun

“This channel effectively turned us into good people” - The Daily Mail

“*stares into the camera like he’s in the office*” - dan.