but can we talk about how i downloaded this three times

Office-mate who loves CNN but doesn't understand how televisions work is destroyed by that which she loves most.

I work in a small office with only 6 people. The way the office is broken up I share my office with another person, so we’re essentially facing each other. It’s away from the other offices, so we’re kind of left to our own devices. I’ve been working here for about three years now, and have always gotten along with my office-mate. My old office-mate left to start a family, so I’ve been alone for a bit before they hired Marge.

Marge is what you’d find if you googled “worst office-mate.” She brings in smelly food she eats at her desk, she plays loud music in our shared space (even after being asked not to), she fights with the boss on every little thing, she’s nosy (always asking me where I’ve been when I walk back into the office, and I’ve literally caught her listening in at the bosses door). She asks me invasive questions, and when I finally snapped at her to mind her own business she acted like I’d personally assaulted her.

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Take It Like A Puppy (M)

Originally posted by jaayhope

Summary: You and Hoseok have been best friends since you were young. Your friendship with him, was struck as odd since you were a cat hybrid, while he was a dog hybrid. But that didn’t matter, that is until you both start attending university. What happens when one of you unexpectedly goes into heat?

Pairing: Jhope x Reader

Genre: Smut (M), hybrid!au, Cat hybrid reader, Dog hybrid Jhope

Word Count : 5.5k

A/N: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, cum play, bondage, oral, etc. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Lmao this is just a sinful read. I’m a sucker for hybrid aus, so i had to make one ;) Anywho, this is a mature read! You have been warned!



You’ve known Hoseok since you were nine years old. At the time, you were just a quiet little kitten, who didn’t have many friends. Hoseok, was an annoying hyperactive puppy, who everybody adored in your class. He didn’t really bother you that much, until you became desk partners. That’s when he thought it was okay to pop your ‘personal space bubble’ and sniff you, every second he got.


“Why do you keep trying to smell me!” the nine-year-old you shouted. This was the third time you caught him in the act, ever since you became seat mates a week ago.

“I’m part canine! That’s what we always do!” Hoseok explained, with a smile on his face. He didn’t really know you that much, only that you were always super quiet. But he wanted to change that, he wanted a feline as a friend for once.

“Well can you stop? Its kinda weird,” you replied uncomfortably.

Including you, there were only two other cat hybrids in your class, the rest were a split between bunny, dog, and fox hybrids. Thus, you were extremely uncomfortable with this puppy trying to get up all in your space. Besides, you were quite afraid of dog hybrids since they could become aggressive easily.

“No, you’re weird,” the puppy joked.

You finally turn to glare at him, then let a hiss seethe through your teeth.

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Translation: ONE-Sensei Young Sunday Interview :D

I did my best to summarize this hour-long interview with ONE-sensei, uploaded to YouTube by Young Sunday in March and uploaded to Tumblr by the lovely and talented @one-blog last week. Please note, while my Japanese is decently high-level, I typically translate written Japanese rather than spoken Japanese (which, by its very nature, is harder to translate), so there might be mistakes here or there. That said, I believe I captured the general gist of things. If you’re fluent in Japanese and want to do a more comprehensive translation in the future, please feel free!

EDIT: Here are some more detailed translations of selected parts of the interview, based on Japanese transcripts that @isasm found. :)

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thanks to @ruintoronto for giving me some inspo to write some dad!shawn even though this legitimately sucks and it didn’t turn out how i hoped it would also ik it isn’t exactly what you wanted so im sorry 

feedback always makes my day <3 

also highly highly unedited 


“Mummy look at the clouds!” your 4 year old daughter Ava yelled, earning a quiet shush from you as she continued to stare out the small window of the plane. “But mum I wanna show Vicky!” she whined, attempting to reach over you to gain the attention of her twin sister who was happily watching a movie with her headphones on. You watched as Ava tried to get her sister’s attention multiple times but each time she called her name, she was ignored.

“She’s trying to watch a show baby,” you said “Why don’t you watch a movie on my iPad?” you handed her your iPad along with some headphones but she refused. “What about getting some sleep?” you suggested, earning another head shake from the little girl. Ava was a stubborn girl like you and when she wanted something she won’t give up until she gets it and right now, she wants to talk to her sister who was in the seat next to you, trying to watch a movie.

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anonymous asked:

I kno everyone speaks Japanese in the show bc it's a Japanese show, but I've looked through the wiki and I don't think Viktor actually knows Japanese??? It's not listed among his known languages in the trivia section (Russian, English, and French). I couldn't find what languages Yuuri speaks but it's likely he knows English from living in the states, so maybe they communicate through English??? I bet Viktor learns Japanese over time, but I don't think he already knows it at the beginning.

Hey there!!! So, I scoured the net to find both canon and fanon sources. In this interview it’s confirmed that Yuuri and Viktor use English as base language of communication, and they’re both fluent. As you said, though, it’s also confirmed that Viktor’s fluent in Russian, English and French. Nothing is said about Japanese. In that regard, this post is super interesting. I’ll quote some of the tl;dr points here for practical reasons:

  • When Victor speaks Japanese he sounds like a foreigner
  • Victor maybe has rudimentary Japanese skills, but not enough for him to understand or participate in complex discussions. (Example: ep 4, when he has to ask Yuri what everyone is talking about.)
  • Every person Victor has had an in-depth conversation with so far has good English skills.

So, from auditory cues we can tell that Viktor does actually know a little bit of  Japanese, but his conversational skills are stilted at best. He uses English to communicate with Yuuri, Minako, the Nishigoris and other international skaters. I guess he does too with Mari? The funny thing about this is that, while in Hasetsu, people like Yuuri’s parents will most likely speak dialectal Japanese, which is harder to grasp and understand than regular Japanese, much less to learn.

Let’s keep in mind that Viktor already knows cyrillic and the roman alphabet, and has probably been studying English and French since he was 8/9 years old (even younger, if he was home schooled). Nonetheless, the fact that he’s fluent in both is still no small feat. If anything, I’d say he has a knack, or we can call it a talent, at grasping the basics and going with it. So a wild guess, before going to Japan he took like some online courses real quick to learn a general knowledge of it, for example how to ask for the bathroom and directions and food, drilled some useful vocabulary into his head and flew out because he just couldn’t make Katsuki Yuuri wait, now, could he? Once he got there, his skills gradually improved with time and practice. Actually, I really like thinking that he started learning Japanese directly after the banquet because he fell so hard he wanted to shorten the cultural distance between them immediately. (I read a marvelous fic about the whole language topic, I absolutely recommend it, it’s Repeat After Me by queenieofaces)

And now, my hcs on the thing because of course.

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Office-mate who loves CNN but doesn't understand how televisions work is destroyed by that which she loves most

Hi! Long time lurker, first time poster. I told this story to my friend and she suggested I post it here, so here it is for your judgement/enjoyment!

I work in a small office with only 6 people. The way the office is broken up I share my office with another person, so we’re essentially facing each other. It’s away from the other offices, so we’re kind of left to our own devices. I’ve been working here for about three years now, and have always gotten along with my office-mate. My old office-mate left to start a family, so I’ve been alone for a bit before they hired Marge.

Marge is what you’d find if you googled “worst office-mate.” She brings in smelly food she eats at her desk, she plays loud music in our shared space (even after being asked not to), she fights with the boss on every little thing, she’s nosy (always asking me where I’ve been when I walk back into the office, and I’ve literally caught her listening in at the bosses door). She asks me invasive questions, and when I finally snapped at her to mind her own business she acted like I’d personally assaulted her.

She HATES Trump, which, I mean, everyone in this office does, but she feels the need to CONSTANTLY TALK ABOUT HIM. She is CONSTANTLY relating headlines and giving her commentary, it’s like we have CNN on at the office. I honestly wouldn’t find this so irksome if she didn’t call him a racist in one breath, and in the next lament that there “are not enough white doctors” in America. Whatever. I only bring this up because of what happens next.

Since she loves to be outraged by Trump she needs to watch CNN as much as possible. And again, I just want to point out that we’re ALL outraged by Trump, we just don’t talk about him constantly - and gleefully. It seems like she enjoys hating him. While WE are all sick about the racist shit happening across the country, it seems like SHE is enjoying the unrest, like she loves to be outraged. It seems inauthentic to me, and for whatever reason her attitude offends me.

Anyway, she needs to watch CNN. So, on her break she heads to the office break room which is shared by everyone in the building (like 300 companies). The TV is set by default to CNN but sometimes someone will change it. I noticed that, since she is electronic illiterate, she cannot figure out how to change the channels on the flat screen TV (she asked me for help but I told her I didn’t know how lol). I noticed that she got really upset one day when the TV wasn’t turned to CNN, and complained to the front desk reception (lol wut?) who dutifully sent the maintenance man up to change the damn channel.

Seriously.

So, since I am a petty person, I downloaded an app that can work as a universal remote. I synced it to the break room TV and, since I take my lunch before her, I’d switch it away from CNN from the comfort of my chair. No one is in the break room while I’m on lunch, so it’s not disruptive.

Every day I’d take my lunch, relax in the break room, and watch the nature channel. Every day Marge would demand that the maintenance man go up and switch the channel for her. I don’t know if they offered to “teach” her to change the channel, or if she’s just too stupid to figure it out from watching, or what, but every day she is upset, and every day she comes back from lunch complaining that “this whole office is against me.”

Heh.

This went on for a while. BUT, one fateful day I was heading to the bathroom when I heard a commotion coming from the first floor lobby. I wander over and look over the railing to see Marge squaring off with the girls at reception, yelling at the top of her lungs.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU PEOPLE. CNN SHOULD BE ON AT ALL TIMES! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!!!”

(Side note: she totally has the “I want to speak to your manager” haircut)

The poor girl at reception says something back, I can’t really hear since she spoke at a normal volume, but I think it was along the lines of “our maintenance person is busy” because Marge continues with:

“THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! HE CAN’T GO UP FOR ONE SECOND TO TURN IT TO CNN?!?! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. YOU PEOPLE ARE INCOMPETENT AND RUDE!!”

She was yelling all sorts of things, some of which I can’t even remember. The gist of it was that Marge felt the staff of the office building was personally attacking her by not switching it to CNN on demand.

I get an idea and sprint back towards our office. I vault over a desk, skid around a corner, fling open our door, and compose myself before calmly walking by the bosses office, stopping in his doorway and tilting my head.

“Do you hear that?” I ask, innocently.

“What?” He asks, looking up from his work.

“That yelling - do you hear that?”

The boss gets up with a curious look on his face and I shrug and walk away. He walks out of the office and out onto the landing, just in time to witness Marge call a tearful receptionist an “incompetent idiot.” and “a stupid Mexican” (I know, she’s a racist pig, that’s part of why I’ve been messing with her).

Boss watches quietly for a minute before going back into his office. I sit down at my desk and get back to work. Soon, Marge storms in, still angry. She’s grumbling and visibly upset.

Boss calls her into his office. Meanwhile, the clock strikes 6 and I pack up to leave. I can hear muffled yelling coming from bosses office but it’s time to leave so I grab my stuff and head out.

The next morning I head to work and notice something is different right away. I walk into my office and see that everything that belonged to Marge has been cleared away.

She’d been fired. My boss bought the receptionist a bouquet of flowers to apologize and fired Marge. I’m told that she didn’t do much work anyway and they probably won’t replace her.

Now I not only am rid of the most hateful bitch I’ve ever know, but I have my office all to myself now.

I’m pretty pleased with myself, honestly. And my boss.

Edit: Maybe I shouldn’t have added the bit about Trump, but I thought it was important to show her hypocrisy as one of the reasons she’s deserving of petty justice. I didn’t mean for the comment section to focus on the politics of it or devolve into name-calling, though I probably should have guessed it.

Look, bottom line: There are shitty people who are democrats, and shitty people who are republicans. There are also great people who are democrats, and great people who are republicans. Marge was a shitty person who happened to be a democrat - this says nothing about anything other than that she is an awful, hypocritical person. If you’re using this to justify hating on democrats, or republicans, blindly, then you’re likely just as bad as Marge herself.

Long Distance (Chap One)(Stuckony)

Welcome to the Story! Non-powered AU here, just a love story between our three favorites!

Like/Reblog/Comment and let me know if you would like to be tagged in upcoming chapters!!

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Tony Stark was having a bad day.

Really, just the worst.

Starting with ripping the sleeve of his favorite shirt as he turned a corner, because apparently it was too much to ask for no nails to be sticking out of a door jam.

Then a meeting, which should have been barely more than a meet and greet with a quick signing of a new contract, had disintegrated into chaos when the representatives of the German tech company had taken offense to… something. Or been annoyed about… something… or whatever. Tony had already had a headache and was barely listening, and had been taken by complete surprise when the shouting had started and Pepper had gone into full reconciliation mode to try and salvage it.

Her best efforts hadn’t succeeded, and almost a year’s worth of negotiations had gone down the drain the Germans had torn up the contract and left in a huff, muttering angrily under their breaths while Tony just stared in disbelief.

He had been furious, but it wasn’t like it was Peppers fault, so he had just loosened his tie and opened the bar in the conference room, ready for a drink at one in the afternoon.

A speeding ticket from a motorcycle cop as he had went racing down the freeway. Lovely. Traffic cops were…were… hard working civil servants who deserved his respect (as Pepper had reminded him so many times) but still the biggest pain in his ass. And expensive ones too.

A phone call from a reporter around four in the afternoon, asking if he cared to comment on the stories his ex girlfriend was sharing about him. “Ex?” he had asked, and that’s how he had found out that Shawna had dumped him, and then tried to sell some sleazy tale to a tabloid. Something about his habits in bed and weird beauty rituals.

He had called Pepper in a panic, and she was already on damage control, already making sure that everyone knew that Shawna was simply angry that she had been a fling and that Tony Stark hadn’t kept her around for very long. Pepper also made sure to tell anyone who asked that Tony hadn’t even let Shawna stay overnight in the penthouse, so there was no way she would know anything of importance about him, and any paper that printed anything as else would absolutely be taken to court.

Pepper was the best, always putting out fires, and Tony promised her a new present. Then he hung up the phone and pounded at his steering wheel because he had actually really liked Shawna and thought that maybe she had seen past the name and the money and the penthouse apartment to like him back.


Apparently not.

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Here is the story where Stiles makes so many puns that Peter nearly dies of laughter. Watch for the cut, it’s over 2.5k words. Most of these puns come from the light of my life, @chilassa.


Stiles knew that he wasn’t the most subtle person to ever grace this earth. But compared to the Hale’s he was a fucking ninja.

He couldn’t believe that no one had figured out yet that they were actually werewolves. Real, actual, honest to god werewolves. That no one knew about.

Stiles really started to question this town’s intelligence.

It took him three days to suspect what they were and after the full moon on the eighth day of their acquaintance, he was convinced and had damning proof right there.

They were having deer for dinner. Deer and rabbit. When none of them were a hunter and no one in that house owned a gun. That in itself was suspicious enough, but then, to top it off, they also let Stiles see the carcass before they cut it into smaller bits.

And a torn out throat is not exactly the death a hunter, a human hunter, would inflict on some poor deer. Werewolves though…. They most definitely would.

Stiles had been suspicious before that though. Cora and Laura had roped him into some kind of friendship in less than a day, Stiles was still unsure how that actually happened, and even Derek seemed not to hate Stiles on sight, which was strange enough.

But they wouldn’t stop talking about how something, or even someone, smelled, they noticed people long before they even came in sight, they knew when someone was upset, and don’t even get Stiles started on all the touching. Though according to what he found online, scenting was more like it.

They were like a bull in a china shop and Stiles wondered how no one had figured it out yet.

And worse, how the Hale’s could think that they were subtle at all.

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The Watcher (Joker x Reader)

“Your life changes after a bank robbery sends you into the arms of Gothams most dangerous criminal. Little do you know, he’s had his eyes on you for awhile.”

Requested by Anon: “Can you write an imagine where the reader is black and is a loner who doesn’t get out much and is very shy and nice and unbeknownst to her is being watched by the joker who’s formed a slight obsession with her can you also make it so he’s actually been in her apartment before but she has no clue how they meet can be up to you and what transpires after they meet can be up to you just make it romantic and cute but not over the top thank you so much ❤😘”

A/n: This took me FOREVER to write xD I hope I did alright. I didn’t want to go too far with it and end up with something offensive. I’m still too inexperience for this stuff, I’m sorry. But I decided to split this into two parts, the second part is done already and it’ll be posted tomorrow probably.

Warnings: Death of Hostages, violence, gun shot wounds.


The sound of vibrating and the chorus of your favourite song blared through out your apartment, pulling you from your deep sleep. You quickly silenced it and let out a sigh. You’d been so happy when you downloaded that song as a ringtone, and now you were starting to hate the very sound of it. Guess all good things have to come to an end eventually. You pulled your ass out of bed, groaning from how groggy you were. It was your first day off and you wanted you wanted to do nothing but sleep the day away. Unfortunately there were a lot of errands you had to run. So sleep would have to wait.

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Freewriting

You’ve probably heard of “freewriting." Here’s what you do:

You sit down, you get comfortable, and you start writing. Some people set a timer for 10, 15 or 20 minutes before they start. Because the game is, you don’t stop writing during those 10, 15, 20 minutes, even if—especially if—you don’t know what to write. If that happens, you write, "I can’t think of something to write,” or whatever. You also don’t go back to correct anything, even typos. In freewriting, there is no concept of a “mistake,” because once you’re done, you just throw it away. You don’t even read it yourself, unless you feel like it.

The point of the exercise is to expend no effort except for the physical effort of writing or typing. Your goal is not to choose words so much as spew words out. Think of it as the writing equivalent of finger-painting. It’s an exercise in not giving a shit.

This is the best way I know for reducing anxiety around writing. Peter Elbow suggests scheduling it at least three times a week. Personally, I don’t schedule it; I do it at random moments during the day when it occurs to me. This addresses my sense that writing is very difficult to start. If you get into the habit of just dropping what you’re doing and spontaneously writing something, writing starts to seem like less of a big deal. 

If you want, you can relax the rule about not stopping. I found that if I told myself “I can’t stop!” I made myself anxious—“oh my god, I’ll be trapped doing this thing for ten minutes!”—which impeded my willingness to do it at all. So allow yourself to stop if you need to—but just to rest, not to think.

Freewriting can be practiced for as short a time as you have—five minutes, thirty seconds, however long you can tolerate it or spare. You can do it while you’re on hold or waiting for a file to download. Or you can put a reminder on your phone. Every day, every other day, every other other day, whatever. If you ultimately want to “make writing a habit,” you could pick a time slot and just fill that slot with freewriting for now. That will certainly build a habit, and it asks almost nothing of you except to sit in a chair and move your fingers until your timer goes off.

Well, okay: it asks slightly more of you than that. Freewriting is similar to meditation or mindfulness practice: you do have to focus, and mainly you focus on what’s in your head. For some folks, that can be uncomfortable. If it is, try to focus on the words and not on you. If you can’t stand your own thoughts, describe what you see around you instead. Or think of the words as grit that has collected inside you that you’re flushing out—like turning on a faucet to clear rust out of the pipes. The words are already there, so when you freewrite, you’re just discharging them. Those words aren’t you, they’re just words.

I offer you this rusty pipe metaphor because it has helped me a lot. Writing, for me, has always meant feeling my lack of worth in its fullest intensity—as if every word I write were declaring my mediocrity. So of course I avoided it. But if I think of the words as grit in a pipe, my self—my own abilities and my own psyche—are not at issue. Just caked, rotten, crusty words that need to be dissolved, loosened and washed out.

Freewriting has a few purposes, according to Elbow. As I said, it trains you to decouple your words from you, to write with less fear that what you write reflects on you. It accustoms you to producing “bad” writing and seeing that the world doesn’t end. It teaches you to make mistakes without fear—or rather, to write without “mistake” vs. “correct” even entering the picture. 

The real point of freewriting is just to practice spontaneously generating words. Merely generating words, it turns out, is difficult and demanding before you even ask whether they’re the right words. Many of us (though not all) can generate words with relative ease when we talk. But for reasons that are mysterious to me, writing doesn’t work like speaking. Maybe it’s because you have more time to choose your words when you’re writing—and there’s nobody sitting there, responding to what you say. The point is, the channel between your brain and your typing/writing hands can get stiff and clogged. So the first step toward writing without pain and anxiety is simply to loosen and unclog that channel. You’re not even building a skill, you’re just stretching a muscle.

I find when I freewrite that after a few minutes, my mental state shifts. I go into a sort of trance in which things are happening in my mind and I’m observing them but I don’t feel like I’m controlling them. Which, for someone who lives her life with an iron grip on her every thought and deed, is an enormous relief. Once I stop freewriting and start writing normally, some of that lightness lingers. My mind and body remember the sensation and can return to it even when I write more slowly and deliberately.

If writing is extremely difficult for you, you might need to do nothing but freewrite for a while. You might need the sustained experience of producing words that won’t be evaluated, that can’t be evaluated. Even once you start writing normally again, you could still spend the first few minutes of your writing time freewriting, just to clear the pipes.

Try it. Try freewriting for thirty seconds. Right now. Just open up a new document or grab an empty junk mail envelope and see what it’s like.


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Something There

Summary: While at a convention Jensen is teasing his girlfriend Y/N about her Beauty and the Beast shirt. She tries to ignore it, but when he takes the teasing on stage during a panel, she gives him a choice; she’ll show everyone the video of him singing along to the songs, or he could sing with her on stage.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Ruth Connell, Mark Sheppard, Misha Collins, Richard Speight Jr., Rob Benedict.

Pairing: Single!Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None just fluff

Word Count: 2,764

A/N: This is no way shape or form hate toward Danneel or their family. This is solely fan fiction and nothing against them. I ship the hell out of Jensen and Danneel. This is not beta read, but I had to get this up today! Feedback is always welcomed and I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by friendly-neighborhood-fan-girl

“Come on Y/N,” Jensen shouted pounding on the bathroom door, “our panel with Jared starts in like twenty minutes.”

With a final glance at yourself in the mirror, you deemed yourself ready for the busy day. Opening the door you could see Jensen’s nose turn up as you stepped out of the restroom. You looked down at yourself cocking up an eyebrow. You didn’t see anything wrong with your outfit, so why was he looking at you as if were dressed in strange attire?

“What?”

“You’re kidding me right? You’re not really going to go down and do a panel dressed in that.”

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About Post It Forward

What is Post it Forward?

Post it Forward is Tumblr’s campaign to counter the stigmas around mental and emotional health through community-building and conversation. Our wish is to reinforce something Tumblr users had been doing on their own for years: strengthen the community’s openness, kindness and support regarding issues that so many people, particularly young people, are facing today.

For a lot of people, social media platforms like Tumblr have been a safe haven for openly discussing bullying, self-harm, depression, and other issues that they struggle with in their lives. But too many people still suffer alone, unaware of the caring communities right on the other side of their screen. By creating a channel for people to share their personal stories and positive messages, we hope to turn the community into a support tool for those that may not have one in their daily lives.

Who can Post it Forward?

Anyone! Anyone who wants to reach out and let people know that they don’t have to struggle alone. If you have a positive message that helped you through a tough time, you should share that message. Someone out there needs to hear your story.

Okay, but you forgot to tell me how.

It’s easy, and there are so many ways to do it:

Make it personal, or don’t. It’s up to you. Dedicate it to yourself, your mom, your childhood best friend, or a good dog you once saw. Or don’t dedicate it at all. This is about you and your story. Only you can decide how it should be told.

Don’t forget to tag it with #postitforward so it can be easily found and shared among this wonderful community.

How can I be a part of the Mental Health Quilt?

It’s also easy. Want to submit something original? Sure! Just a couple formatting things:

  • Your work must be 600x600px at 72 DPI, in a JPG or GIF format.
  • It must be 100% your own. 
  • Totally and completely original.
  • Try to keep the post captions under 100 characters.

Or! Three New York City artists and four of our fantastic @Creatrs made these templates for you to download if you just want to color in a patch.

Whichever method you choose, just submit it here.

How can I support Post it Forward?

The main thing you can do is join the conversation. There’s no better way to fight a stigma than to talk openly and supportively about the thing being stigmatized.

But even if you’re not ready to share your story, you can do plenty to help out. Reblog other people’s stories, for example. Spread the word.

We’ve teamed up with some of our top Creatrs — Laurene Boglio (@boglio), Brian Butler (@showdrawn), Thoka Maer (@showeringsquid), Jonathan Reyes (@jlrreyes), Mr. Phil (@misterphildraws), Lala Vicencio (@lalavicencio), Mans Swanberg (@mansswanberg), Hana Shafi (@thefrizzkid), Stefania Tejada (@stefaniatejadaillustration), Gabby Sanchez (@thatnoisegallery), and Lily Padula (@lilypadula) — to create some beautiful original work to reblog or just admire.

Anything else?

Nah. We’ve been talking too long already.

Just remember, no matter what your situation, you can help. Be vocal. Share your story. Post it forward.

tonystarkism  asked:

YOUR GIFS ARE MAGIC AND RAINBOWS (literally)!!! A tutorial on how you use/choose gradients to create colour porn gifsets, pretty please? Love you, you know it <3

I LOVE YOU <3 thank you so much!

Gradients will trasform your gif from this:

to this:

Examples of colour porn gifsets using gradients: x, x and x.

Since this has been requested a few times, I’m gonna start by giving a few tips and then we’ll move to a tutorial.

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Vanished

Summary: Based on this anon request-

do you think you could do a request on a character that has teleportation powers for some reason? like they were just born w them and the team/nick fury literally can’t find her until they set bucky on her, ensuing a cute lil relationship between them?? thank you if you can!!

Bucky x reader, FLUFFA LIL BIT ANGSTY, Word count: 3,636

TW: Bucky sneaks into your apartment through your window

A/N: Sorry this request took so long, anon! I tweaked it a little so the reader wasn’t exactly born with powers- it made the story flow a little better I think. I really like how this turned out though–I hope you do too!!!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Dammit, Natasha! Stop lying! Stuff keeps going missing off my desk and my hunch is that Fury has you stealing it, isn’t that right Nick?” said Steve, clearly irritated with the situation.

“I swear I’m not taking your shit Rogers. Just because you can’t keep track of your stuff doesn’t mean I took it. I highly doubt Nick has anything to do with it either,” hissed Natasha.

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Looking at You (Part Eight)

This is a rough chapter, babes.

Vision hands the team a harsh truth and Tony doesn’t cope very well.

Chapters 1-7 HERE.

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Tony jogged down the stairs, holding tight to the key card Bucky had left on his desk.

Room 101
Hilton Inn and Suites

It had been over a week since their last night together and he had been wondering when Bucky would drop another key off for him. His nights with the soldier were his favorite, even though other than that one time, it had been only snuggles and talking.

They were his favorite.
The only thing that kept him going most days.
And he couldn’t wait for tonight.

Bucky had kissed him three separate times since their last night in the hotel.

Once when Tony had put a new piece on his arm and Bucky had told him thank you, brushing their lips together gently.

Again when Steve had been chewing the team out and Tony had nearly ran from the room, hands shaking, heart pounding, edging on a panic attack because he couldn’t handle Steve yelling, and Bucky had stopped him in the kitchen, wrapping thick arms around his waist and pressing a quick, comforting kiss to his lips.

And oh last night, when Tony had worn a dark red shirt and black slacks on his way out the door to a charity benefit. Bucky’s blue eyes had lit up, and he had cornered Tony in the garage, running his hands through Tony spiky hair and taking his mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue pressing insistently at Tony’s lips until he opened up and let the soldier lick and taste inside him. Then Bucky had gathered Tony close to his chest and whispered, “Tony, I like looking at you like this.”

And Tony had had to leave before he blurted out something embarrassing because Bucky’s voice was low and deep and hoarse and such a turn on Tony didn’t know what to do with himself.

So yes tonight Tony was going to make another first move, take another step with them. Being with Bucky had given him so much self confidence, so much of himself back that he could only think of one way to thank him.
And that’s what tonight was going to be all about.

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Jughead & Reader: Trapped

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Summary: You’re not the biggest fan of Jughead Jones and he’s certainly not your biggest fan. But one night the two of you are working on a project at school and end up getting locked in after hours. While waiting for someone to come and let you out, you and Jughead end up opening up to each other.

Requested by: suckerforjughead


Listen to: The English Summer - The Wombats


School was over for the day and while everyone made plans to go out and have fun on Friday night, you were stuck at school. You had to work on a project and needed to use the computer lab for research. Normally you’d go home to work but your sister was having a slumber party and there’s no way you’d be able to concentrate on your work while they blasted One Direction and danced around the house. 

You opened the door to the lab and saw a few people on the computers already. A few were broken and had hand-written signs on them telling you to use a different one. But the other open ones were taken. You sighed and decided to wait for one to open up.

Pulling out your phone to text your friends and to check some apps, someone left one of the computers. As you slowly made your way over to the chair while reading about a new album coming out by your favorite band, someone cut in front of you and sat at the computer. “Hey!” You yelled. 

You realized who it was and instantly became a thousand times more annoyed. “What the hell, Jughead?”

“The computer was open. I grabbed it. You snooze you lose,” he said as he set his book bag down and started to get things ready for some research. 

“You clearly saw I was walking towards it. I’ve been waiting for a computer for ten minutes,” you said as you put your hand on your hip, glaring at him. 

He shrugged his shoulders, looking at the computer as he opened up Google and typed in some information for his project. “Don’t know what to tell you.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you mumbled as you kicked his chair and looked around at the other computers. 

“Thanks for the info,” he said nonchalantly as he typed away.

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only-i-call-him-pinky  asked:

holy shit i just started following you and u have the BEST cole headcanons! do you have any glacier? ;))

ABSJSNW THANK YOU I LOVE YOU?? I will take glacier to the grave with me friendo so yes I do, I offer you these for your kindness ❤

  • Cole: Zane I hurt my bicep I need you to come kiss it better ;))
    Zane: oh no of course D: *kisses cole straight on the lips* is that better :((
    Cole, who is now the colour of Kai’s gi: yEAH UH HUH SURE THING
  • One time they take arm wrestling too far and Cole snaps Zane’s arm off by accident and cries for three (3) days.
  • Zane: cole make me a sandwich stat
    Cole: sure *comes back with a single slice of cheese on top of one slice of bread*
    Zane, putting Cole’s head between two slices of bread: WHAT ARE YOU
    Cole: an idiot sandwich
  • Cole will try to one up him with knowledge and Zane is like bby, why are you trying
    • Cole: babe I can do maths SO much faster than you
      Zane: fine what’s 56 x 34
      Cole: 72
      Zane: that’s not even close
      Cole: yeah but it was quick
  • Cole loves to eat and Zane loves to cook and honestly if Cole hadn’t come up with some serious restraint he would be like 30 stone with coronary heart disease and diabetes
  • Cole: you have the prettiest blue eyes
    Zane:
    thank you do you want to see them closer *pulls eye off*
    Cole: nO PUT IT BACK ON
  • Zane downloads Cole’s favourite musicals so he can learn everything about them and sing when with him and laugh when he makes jokes about them
    • He also learns how to dance so he can do all sorts of dancing with him because it makes cole smile the size of the sun and that makes Zane very happy
  • Someone: your boyfriend is… A robot
    Cole: um yeah and that means he’s perfect which is more than I can say for your crusty ass get outta here before I bitch slap you into next week??
  • Cole is just talking to himself one time and is like “man I wish I could get a dog” and 3 hours later Zane shows up outside his room with an armful of 7 puppies and just goes “I didn’t know which one you wanted and it got out of hand I’m sorry please help me”
  • Zane is most definitely Cole’s impulse control
    • Cole: Zane is on a mission so I’m gonna cut the sleeves off all my shirts
      Kai: why would you do that
      Cole: cause he’s like 83% of my impulse control so
    • Zane: cole no you cannot punch that old lady in the face
      Cole: Zane she barged you out the way?!? And then looked at us like we were dirt?!?!! Just one punch I promise!!
      Zane: I got this bby *walks over to the lady* *inhales* wHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE :))
  • Cole: Zane ask me why I love you
    Zane: why do you love me
    Cole, opening up his 130 slide powerpoint presentation: I thought you’d never ask
  • Cole would kill for people to play with his hair so Zane will brush it and braid it and tie it up for him and Cole is always sat there like :) I love this boy :)
  • Someone: throws something at Zane
    Cole: *running jump kicks the object out of the air and then backhands whoever threw it*
    Zane: what was that noise
    Cole: oh nothing baby I love you :)
  • Zane can breathe and cole will be like “you’re doing amazing sweetie”
  • Zane: ice is nice!!
    Cole: I’m so gay I’m so gay I’m so gay I’m so gay I’m so ga
  • Zane keeps a very close eye on cole during battle and he doesn’t like when they have to split up and he can’t be with cole, because how is he supposed to keep an eye on him? How is he supposed to stop him getting hurt? Oh no what if he gets hurt it’ll be Zane’s fault he promised to look after him
    • Cole is like I love you be safe!!!!! *smooch* and Zane is like “ok I feel a bit better now”
  • Cole is like unbelievably good at picking up vibes, Zane doesn’t even have to say anything and cole will know if he’s upset or stressed or angry and he will just squeeze his hand and give him a soft smile and Zane is like :D !!
  • Very convenient that Zane is the master of ice because they can still cuddle in the summer and Zane can just turn up the AC so cole doesn’t melt and all is well!!!!!
  • Cole: *winks*
    Zane: *short circuits*
    • Kai: being gay isn’t contagious Zane
      Zane: then how come I get gay thoughts whenever cole takes his shirt off >://
  • Piggy backs for the win
    • Cole: ONWARD MY NOBLE STEED
      Zane: :D!!!!!!!!!!!!! *trips and falls in a ditch*
  • Zane: cole, you are the most beautiful boy in ninjago. Trust me, my database has scanned and compared everyone across its entirety.
  • One time Zane accidentally flings cole off the bounty
    • Cole: hey babe give me a boost I need to reach something on the roof
      Zane: oh of course *picks up cole and throws him so high he flies completely over the roof*
  • Movie nights because Zane can download anything and everything
    • Zane: you had better appreciate this movie I almost download a malware for this >:/
  • Cole is so smad because who is knocking on his door at 2am but he opens it and Zane is standing there and he just goes “I have done some extensive research and I have come to the conclusion that I am in love with you :D” and cole swears he sees the light at the end of the tunnel that’s how much he nearly dies
  • Cole: Zane can you make me a pie
    Zane: no.
    Cole: when did you stop loving me
    Zane: oh no he thinks I don’t love him??? I didn’t realise he wanted a pie so badly oh no I don’t want him to be sad D:
    *An hour later*
    Zane: *shows up with 15 pies*
  • Cole would die a thousand deaths just to make Zane laugh and it’s not that hard to because Zane doesn’t even really find Cole’s jokes that funny but he laughs because he sees how happy it makes cole and that little triumphant glint Cole gets in his eyes and oh my goodness he is done for
  • Cole: Zane can you lend me a hand
    Zane: *pulls his arm off and throws it across the room*
  • Cole: I can’t stand people talking about their girl. I like lowkey stuff.
    Cole 3 seconds later: EVERYBODY LOOK AT BAE, HE’S SO CUTE, HE HAS A FACE AND OPINIONS
  • zane is the only one on the team strong enough to lift cole so he will use that to his advantage.
    • is too tired, zane needs to carry him
    • has hurt his knee, zane needs to carry him
    • is sad, zane needs to carry him
    • had a near death experience, zane needs to carry him
    • is too hungry, zane needs to carry him
    • needs to be carried, zane needs to carry him
    • zane knows his game you ain’t slick cole, but who is he to say no to his bf he is only too happy to indulge him
  • the only time they have ever had an argument is when Zane beat Cole on guitar hero and Cole has honestly never felt more betrayed in his life and wouldn’t talk to Zane for the rest of the day
  • Lloyd asks zane to help him map out something for a mission and he just goes “I’m sorry Lloyd but I am gay :/” and cole is like I have been waiting for this day because he says it all the time and now they can twin
  • speaking of twinning, matching outfits. that’s all I will say. they’re the cutest matching couple ever.
  • zane will play airhorns whenever cole burns someone but it gets out of hand
    • wu I need to borrow some money” *air horns play in the distance*
  • zane and cole rolling in wearing cool sunglasses as zane plays a cool theme song is obviously a must

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Found a whole goddamn notebook in the dumpster this time

no idea whose handwriting this is or why they’d write it or who it’s supposed to be about but it’s fun isn’t it? happy ficlet fantasy friday!


Drifting up from a warm, dozy sleep, she feels the bed shifting under her, and the weight of an arm draped across her. She smiles, keeping her eyes closed, snuggling against him. He keeps moving, though, instead of settling in, and she mumbles, “What’re you doin?”

He’s propped himself up on one elbow behind her, the arm over her doing something complicated.

“Taking a bed selfie.”

“Huh?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes. What the fuck time is it, anyway?

“A bed selfie.” 

Like that explains it.

One eye, then the other, slides reluctantly open, and she can make out his iPhone a few inches away in the dimness. They’re both in the frame, grainy and low-res; her hair is spilled out over the pillow, her bare shoulder exposed, his muscled arm disappearing into the corner where his hand is holding the phone. His thumb touches the button.

“It’s gonna be a week till we see each other again — I need a souvenir for when I get lonely,” he says.

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I fucking love Sean Chiplock

No seriously. He is amazing. I can’t even express how much I admire him and it’s usually easy for me to put these kinds of things into words.

I’m guessing this will be one of those “I need to get this off my chest so expect a long as heck text, thank you” kind of posts. I do not even know yet, I’ll just write and see how it goes. Writing is fun, yo.

Okay so. Sonicmega. Cool dude. Would recommend checking out.

I found him through his “Papyrus Makes a Mixtape” audio in 2015. Shit, I already have a writer’s block. Please brain, work with me. It’s an absolutely hilarious and great lyrical adaption of Bonetrousle, Papyrus’ Theme from Undertale. He wrote the lyrics and voiced both Papyrus and Sans. “Papyrus Makes a Mixtape” was one of the first fanworks of Undertale I ever came across so whenever someone mentions it, I get instant flashbacks to the first days of Undertale. It was one of those songs my sister and I sang the good old days. (And boy, were we into it. We’d even make the facial expressions. Just imagine us listening to it in our car’s speaker and screaming. It’s an accurate image.)

I followed him on tumblr so, occasionally, I’d see his posts but that was it. Basically all I knew about sonicmega. He stuck to me as the voice of Papyrus and Sans in “Papyrus Makes a Mixtape” and “What’s Boning On”, another great masterpiece, if I say so myself.

And then, I happened to purchase a Nintendo Switch in late March of 2017. Money well spent, woop woop! Starting Breath of the Wild was a whole new chapter to me. I had never gone near a Zelda game before that. Breath of the Wild is what got me into the Zelda franchise in general. I don’t know why I had not gotten into Zelda before, being a huge Nintendo fan. Nevertheless, I did and I’m so happy.

Breath of the Wild also got me to realise that I’m a fucking furry ohmygod. I was absolutely not prepared when I walked into Rito Village. I started doing the Main Quest to find Teba. In order to find him, you need to find his wife in the village and for some reason I spent 20 minutes trying to find Saki, aNYWAY. Suddenly Link started doing the “Oh shit, I remember something!” stuff while looking at the village’s landing and that’s how it all started, basically.

I think it was evening. I was lazing out on my couch and watching a freaking gorgeous bird landing in front of Link.

‘Impressive, I know.’

It was at that moment I knew.
Revali was a huge jerk.

But there was something so soothing and charming about his voice and his attitude. I honestly got upset when the cutscene was over. My heart needed more, okay.

So like, I still had that ‘I don’t know what just happened and what the heck that bird was talking about but for some reason I love him’ kind of feeling while making my way to the Flight Range.

And guys, guys, guys.

Teba spoke.

HIS VOICE I CAN’T EVEN- It’s funny because Revali is all I want in my life right now. I’d sacrifice anything for him to be real, it’s crazy. But back then, I was all about Teba. I decided to go to sleep and continue the quest the next day because it was late but I remember fangirling about it all night to my sister, who had not played Breath of the Wild yet. ‘Dude, listen. Today I went to this very cool bird town thing. The setting is all I ever wanted in a village, the soundtrack is my funeral music and there’s this really freaking cool bird warrior with this absolute amazing voice, I want him to sing me goodnight every night, you don’t understand!’

That’s not all of it, however. The first Divine Beast quest I ever started doing was in Gerudo Town, for the Divine Beast Vah Naboris. The thing is, I could not beat Thunderblight Ganon. So I left and headed somewhere else. That somewhere else was Rito Village. I was absolutely terrified to go to Vah Medoh because I was expecting Thunderblight Ganon to come out of no where. I don’t know, I was imagining it to come out and say ‘You thought I forgot about you? Now DIE!’

I’m flying with Teba in the sky, with lasers shooting at us, this epic music that just spoke ‘You can’t fail, bro.’ and the whole scene is so perfect. And when it was time to land on Medoh and Teba got hurt, I screamed‘Listen, Teba, my man, we can talk about this? You can like, wait in the corner. Don’t be like Riju, stay with me man.’

And so, Teba leaves. Link does his Sheikah Slate magic and I hear this voice that I can’t shake the feeling I’ve heard before.

‘Well now, I’ve seen this face before…’

‘… Do I know you from somewhere?’

As I mentioned before, I had not beaten Thunderblight Ganon at that point. I did not know who the voice speaking to me inside Vah Naboris was. I thought of Urbosa as “That spy girl who reminds me of Wyldstyle from the LEGO Movie”. I had no idea that the people speaking to you in the Divine Beasts were seen in flashbacks.

To me, Revali was “sir sassy beast, who is probably a black haired tall Hylian dude”. Beating Windblight Ganon with him cheering me was something I needed, if that makes sense. The way ‘I can’t believe I’m actually saying this… But you must avenge me, Link!’ was performed gave me the chills. It meant so much knowing that someone had finally faith in me while I fought that thing.

‘Well I’ll be plucked… You defeated him, eh?’

He lands in the exact same way he had in his cutscene. ‘WAIT HOLD ON, IT WAS JERKISH RITO ALL ALONG!?’ I literally died at that moment. I don’t know how to explain my excitement other than saying I died. Which is not a bad thing considering Revali is a spirit and if I become one I’ll be able to be with him, right, right, right

After Revali gave me his gale and I started realising what the heckling heck was happening, I was in tears. It was the first time I cried in the game. I sound dramatic but it’s true. I felt this ‘Oh god. Husband birb gave me his power. I must not fail him. Wait what, husband? Where did this come from?’. The music. THE MUSIC. ICANSPEAKABOUTHISTHEMEFORHOURSANDHOURSAND-

Technical Difficulties. Please stand by…

The quest in Rito Village is by far my favourite. I loved the characters, the sceneries, the scenario and the overall atmosphere. ‘Love’ is a perfect way to describe my feelings towards this place. I always feel so welcome there.

Then there’s this… Not so welcome place. Not welcome at the outside, at least. Going through the lost woods, feeling lost, alone, scared, only to be greeted in a forest decorated in green by some tiny creatures and… A tree. I looked at it and thought ‘Is this my father? Why do I feel so safe around him? Why is he so perfect for a tree?’

A month and a half later, I believe, I finished Breath of the Wild. I decided to see what the fanbase was about. By freaking instict I type “Revali” in tumblr’s search bar. I had found my home. Literally.

I don’t remember how exactly this happened but I started listening to some audios popping up. ‘Oh man, sonicmega has such a good Ravioli voice!’ I was so happy to see that a creator I was already familiar with had produced something related to my new obsession.

Oh little did I know.

Realising he was the official voice for Revali, Teba and Deku tree made me throw my phone down and scream. I could not process it all. I was so feeling so ??? but so !!! at the same time, it was weird.

As I said, I had never really gotten to know Sean as a person and view his overall work. Currently, I have notifications to his tumblr turned on for his tumblr and I’m afraid I freak him out whenever I like posts three seconds after they are posted, oops. And I may or may not have downloaded all of the Revali and Teba voicelines he was making at some point. I’m not crazy, I’m just filling up my fangirl needs.

Sean is so talented? He can do a huge variety of voices and he has such potential. Listening to his performance in literally everything is such a pleasure. I have never been unsatisfied with his work. 

But honestly? What’s being talented if you are not “a person”? To me, being a good person is what matters the most. While yes, being talented is an amazing trait, being good, generous and kind is way more important.

This is why I like and admire Sean so much. Because not only he has gifted us with his voice acting skills but with being real as well. For connecting with his fanbase. For showing us what it’s like - not to voice a character - but to be a person voicing a character.

It’s important to remember that behind all the content we see, there is a person. A living, breathing person. Nowdays, I think it’s very rare to find someone who is so genuine and passionate about not only their work but their fans as well. Someone who treats their fanbase as allies and does not see themselves superior of them all.

Yesterday, a video by @ojedi popped up at my YouTube feed. She was explaining what had happened in her stream of fighting Calamity Ganon in Breath of the Wild. Basically, Sean was there, watching her beat it. He even recorded an audio in his Revali voice, congratulating her for defeating Ganon and also paid for her E3 ticket. I rushed over to watch the ending of the stream. I was smiling like an idiot throughout the whole thing. And even cried but details. I could feel Haley’s happiness. I just discovered her channel but I am so godamn happy for her. The fact that Sean took the time to do all of this, it warms my heart. Not everyone does this. The kindess this person spreads is something I admire so much.

My dad found an old mp3 somewhere and gave it to me. I already have an mp3 so I decided to use that one to listen to podcasts before going to sleep. The first podcast I listened to, a few days ago, was “ZI Podcast Ep. 055 - Talking with Sean Chiplock”. I am planning on listening to some more I have found.

To begin with, listening to podcasts before sleeping is a great experience and I recommend it a lot. It helps you relax and concentrate, making you both listen to something you enjoy and falling asleep easier. I quite enjoyed the podcast. No, wait. I loved it. As I mentioned more than once already, to me, being real, being a person is more important than talent. Listening to how Sean got into voice acting and how he managed to achieve his dreams is a truly beautiful story and very inspirational.

Sean Chiplock is my role model. I want to be like him when I grow up. I want to be able to interact with my fanbase and give as much as I can. I want to be there, I want to be real.

I don’t know what else to say other than thank you @sonicmega. Thank you for being such a wonderful person. For inspiring us to do things and for making us see some situations in ways we had not thought of. I hope you know you are a huge source of inspiration to so many people and that we’ll continue to support you until the end and even more than that.

Personally, I was going through a very strange stage of my life. As if a new chapter was opened in which you were big help and inspiration in. Thank you for everything you have done. This summer, I learned so many things about voice acting. I also saw how someone can choose how they act towards anyone else, regardless of how well known they are. You interacting with your fanbase, for example. Treating fans as people and not something else. (I already believed this kind of interaction was possible. But seeing it in action is something absolutely fascinating for me.) All those mean a lot. They mean more than I can say.

Thank you, Sean. For everything.

Headphones: Min Yoongi x Hogwarts AU

JEON JUNGKOOK

KIM TAEHYUNG |1|  |2|

MIN YOONGI

PARK JIMIN

KIM NAMJOON


Headphones: Min Yoongi x Hogwarts AU

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: T
Genre: Fluff
Words: 8547

Of course, our Min Yoongi will be a Slytherin~!!

-Admin Taettybear




Yoongi released a large yawn, walking down the hallways of his school. Although crowded with students rushing to their next class, people opened up space for the Slytherin to walk as he glared at anyone who entered his path.

Yoongi knew he was releasing an aura of danger. But who can he blame? He was grumpy, the lack of sleep making him extremely moody.

Last night, he was asked to join a group of Auror to help them raid an abandoned warehouse where a group of Death Eaters was spotted. It was a successful mission, but that didn’t mean that Yoongi was happy about it. He was exhausted and he was tempted to return to his dorm and just crawl into his bed, ditching classes for that day.

“Um, excuse me, Yoongi-ssi…”

Hearing his name being called, the platinum blond haired man stopped, facing a small female who timidly stood behind him.  

“I-uh… You dropped your headphones…”

Yoongi stared at the white headphones in your hand, looking slightly surprised that you knew what the muggle items were called. They were gifted to him by Jimin and he carried it around with him everywhere so he could listen the rap Hoseok has downloaded for him.

As Yoongi stared at you, you became nervous, shrinking under his sharp eyes.

“Thanks,” Yoongi quickly muttered as he took them out of your hand. You nodded, avoiding looking into his eyes as you scurried off, catching up to your fellow Ravenclaw housemates who patiently waited for you down the hall.

For a moment, Yoongi looked down at his headphones in his hand, a question arising in his mind.

‘She knew my name. And how did she know these belonged to me…? Is she a classmate….?’



~*~



“Do all of you truly not know the answer?” Professor Snape’s voice was filled with venom as he faced his group of students, “You all were taught the Calming Draught in the fifth year at Hogwarts.”

As the man hissed, no one spoke up, fearing the wrath they may face.

Yoongi yawned, not intimidated by the Professor that stood in front of the class. Even when he became the prime target of his Professor’s glare, Yoongi didn’t change an expression. He just wanted to sleep, just like usual.

“T-The Calming Draught has the property to calm one down… The ingredient needed are five cups of sugar water, a dash of scurvy-grass, three leaves of mint, a spring of peppermint, ¼ pounds of ground ginger powder, ⅓ cup of moonstone and three drops of belladonna…..” a small voice spoke up.

The entire class, including Yoongi, snapped their attention to the person who sat quietly at the corner of the room, looking extremely small in their chair. Yoongi’s eyes lit up in recognition, realizing that it was you, the same girl who returned his headphones the other day.

“Correct, Y/L/N, what color should the Potion be after it is cooled and settled? And how long can the potion be stored?”

You gulped at Professor Snape’s sudden question and the class’s attention.

“T-The Potion s-should be an amber color…. If it’s n-not, the desired result will n-not be seen….” You started to stutter, “It has to be stored i-in room temperature and c-could be kept up to six months….”

Snape’s frowned, “If you had known the answer, you should have spoken up, Y/L/N.” At the professor’s word, you ducked your head, using your hair as a curtain to hide your red cheeks.

You were feeling extremely embarrassed, regretting that you had spoken up. At first, you weren’t going to like usual. But you started to fear Professor Snape’s anger and spoken the knowledge you knew.

“10 points to Ravenclaw.”

Your head snapped up in surprise, your eyes widened in shock as you looked at your Professor who went back to the lesson. You blushed as your friends who sat near patted your shoulder in congratulation, giving you a thumbs up.

Yoongi blinked one before placing his head back down.

‘Y/L/N….’


~*~


“Oh, we have a hundred!!” Professor Flitwick exclaimed as he passed the test out, “Miss Y/L/N! Excellent job!”

Yoongi eyed you curiously as the small Professor gave back your test with a perfect score. He could only see the back of your head but he knew you had the soft, proud smile on your face as you looked at your paper.

It took a couple of more days since his first encounter with you to make Yoongi realize that you had literally every class with him. He had just never noticed you because you were so quiet, always sitting at the corner of the room, diligently taking down notes on what the professor said in class.

However, it didn’t take him long to realize that you were one of the best students in his grade, excelling in almost every class.

You had the well-known characteristic of Ravenclaw, intelligence but he wasn’t sure if you were witty like many of your housemates. Many Ravenclaws were prideful of their intelligence, but he could tell that wasn’t the case for you.

Actually, you didn’t seem prideful of your knowledge at all. You were a timid creature that never spoke up in class unless the professor directly addressed you. Even then, your voice was only above a whisper, barely being heard by the students in the class.

Yoongi had even seen you once let out a loud squeak and fall out of your chair when a Gryffindor has accidentally yelled a couple of feet way from you. You were almost like a little mouse, getting scared so easily.

“Y/L/N? Oh, you must be talking about Y/N-Noona!” Namjoon’s eyes lit up as Yoongi asked about you.

“You know her?” Yoongi questioned, eyeing the younger male who sat beside him during dinner.

“Of course, I should be calling her Sunbaenim with the amount she helps me. When there’s something I don’t understand or when there’s a time when I need help on an assignment, she’s the only person not including the professors that I can trust with proper information. She’s a genius, you know,” the glassed Ravenclaw spoke as he stuffed food into his mouth.

Yoongi motioned for Namjoon to continue.

“She spends more time in the library than me. She probably has read every book in there already and I’m certain she memorized everything she reads.”

Hearing Namjoon compliment you definitely surprised Yoongi. In his mind, Namjoon was a genius, one of the most intelligent man he’s met. So to hear him acknowledge you meant you were truly amazing.


~*~


You sat outside with your reading book in your lap, gazing at the thestrals that flew overhead, pulling the carriage that carried the students and their items to the Hogsmeade Station.

“So, you can see them as well.”

You flinched in shock as you heard the voice from behind you. You gulped, looking at the blond Slytherin known as Min Yoongi with your eyes widened.

“O-Oh… Yes… I guess you can see them as well…” You trailed off, closing the book you were reading. You became even more surprised than what you already were as the man took a seat beside you, one of his headphones plugged into his ear.

The same exact headphones you had once picked up and returned to him.

“For how long?” Yoongi’s question made you stiffen, “I’ve seen them for the past twelve years.”

The man’s words made your mouth drop open in shock. But you quickly shut it close, realizing that you needed to share your own answer because he told you first.

“Nine years… Since my fourth year at Hogwarts….”

At your surprising answer, Yoongi lowered the sound of his music, looking at your small form that sat beside him.

At that moment, the two of you thought similar things.

‘He/She is rather interesting….’

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