anonymous asked:

I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?

HI darling,

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Adult Cheat Sheet:

Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:

Reasons to move out of home

You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:

  • wishing to live independently
  • location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university
  • conflict with your parents
  • being asked to leave by your parents.

Issues to consider when moving out of home

It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:

  • Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.
  • Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.
  • Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.

Your parents may be worried

Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:

  • They may worry that you are not ready.
  • They may be sad because they will miss you.
  • They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.
  • They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.

Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.

Tips for a successful move

Tips include:

  • Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?
  • Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.
  • Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.
  • Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.
  • Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.
  • Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.

If your family home does not provide support

Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.

If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.

If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.

Where to get help

  • Your doctor
  • Kids Helpline Tel. 1800 55 1800
  • Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44
  • Home Ground Services Tel. 1800 048 325
  • Relationships Australia Tel. 1300 364 277
  • Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50
  • Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. (03) 9416 2577

Things to remember

  • Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.
  • Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.
  • Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations. 


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I am so confused.

Why do men on SA mention in their bios that they’re not “full of money” or “want a relationship that exchanges money” or that they “want to be loved for them.” It’s the same story I’ve heard from escorts who have clients who ask them to lower their rates. Or from POT salt daddies who don’t understand why a blanket $3,000 allowance is reasonable.

If you want a regular girlfriend to love you for who you are go to a regular site. Match, OK Cupid, Tinder, Bumble, Christian Mingle, your local neighbourhood coffee shop.

Is it because you want the gorgeous bombshell with the amazing style and the well-traveled look? That girl with the perfect skin, her face oil cost $72 and her eye cream is $40. That girl with the long flawless waves, her hair costs $100 to cut, easy $150 on products, blowout and style for $50. The one with the incredible body, she pays for a personal trainer and a nutritionist and shops exclusively at Whole Foods organic section. The one with the brilliant mind, her education is 30K.

You want EVERYTHING for NOTHING. The best of the best for zero. Then you’ll complain about feminism and expect her to go Dutch on dinner.

Get off SA, don’t approach the expensive-looking escort, don’t introduce yourself as a sugar daddy if you’re not going to pay for the fantasy you so desperately want.


myberemyfeels  asked:

Is it possible to have one single rune removed? Could parabatai go to the counsel and ask to have their runes removed? There by letting them legally date. They don't have to give up being shadowhunters by removing one rune do they? Or can they get stripped of their runes and just be mortal but stay in contact with their families?

If it was that easy, you could cut or burn the rune off. Though I think you’re asking if a magic removal of the rune would break the parabatai bond? But it wouldn’t – that’s the double-locking, again. Even if you removed the rune, the spell you did to bind yourselves together remains. Shadowhunters are warriors; they expect injuries, and if you could become un-parabatai’ed by having your rune chopped off, it wouldn’t be much of a bond. It’s angelic magic and angels try to be smart about these things. :)


Whew, finally back from school! Now that I’m free, it’s time to reassemble one of my best school essentials for next quarter—tiny, reusable packets of herbs that are perfect for spells on the go (or spicing up a dull meal…what’s the difference, really?). 

While I love the look of tiny bottles for portable ingredients, they’re not as space-saving as these repurposed straws. So though my best staples get bottled for easiest refills, I like to keep the odd ingredient (or extra backups of the classics) rattling around in my pockets like this! Some things to keep in mind:

  • Only melt the ends as they’re separated from the herbs by the pliers/tweezers—food safe plastic or not, you still don’t want that melting on your ingredients!
  • Most straws work for this, but thin plastic straws may warp and bubble further up the tube before the ends seal shut; try a few tests, and heat with care.
  • While I always carry around a pen knife, if you don’t, consider keeping these in a little pocket tin with a razor blade for easy opening. Cutting the small notch in the end is pretty effective for fingers-only opening, but may cause leaks in fluid-filled packets and should be avoided in those cases. Small, neat incisions with a knife also make for easier sealing for reuse! 

EDIT: while I didn’t touch on it too much here, I also use these to prepare ready-made spells. If you’re doing this, consider matching the color of the candle and straw to the spell intent!

Feel Again (3) (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2267

Warnings: Fuffly

Originally posted by little--batman

When Bucky opened his apartment door, what you saw wasn’t what you were expecting at all. His living room was beautiful; there were two black sofas and a giant yellow rug. It was perfect decorated, although it didn’t seem as if anybody actually lived there.

He leads you to his bedroom by your hand, it was cozy and you could clearly visualize him in there. He had light blue walls; his bed was messy with the grey shits and dark blue pillows. On the corner he had a white desk full of things you didn’t pay much attention to “Sorry about the mess” He says entering his bathroom “I’m gonna find a towel for you… both of you.” You keep holding the puppy close to your body, the poor thing was shaking. You need to find a name for him, but all you could think was ‘Caramel’ because of the amber/cream fluffy fur.

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i don’t know if this is just my experience or if others feel this way, but splitting is one of the most TERRIFYING aspects of bpd

there are so many people i love in my life and it scares me so fucking much when i hate them at the drop of the hat. that even when i look deep within my feelings, i can’t find anything redeeming; they’re a burden, they’re not needed.

it’s scary how easy it is to cut through the people i love with my words when i’m angry. it’s scary that i can become so overwhelmed with emotion that even my love for others can die.

i’m tired of black and white. I’m scared of black and white. i’d give anything to see the stable hue of gray.

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Still amazed I even let myself get to that point. Good thing those days of being careless with my health are over, and that person on the left is dead & gone. I did it all from the muscle! No short cuts, no easy way out. Just clean eating and exercise is all it takes. .

Fairy Tail Chapter 522 Review

Let’s dive into chapter 522 of Fairy Tail, “Gray’s Trump Card”

So here’s our color cover and finally no more glamor shots. Honestly this looks fine, pretty standard fair for Hiro.

So we open with Zeref apparently trying to psychoanalyze Gray.

Gray! Your not suppose to point out why Zeref doesn’t make sense, that’s my job.

Oh you know also how Lucy has 9 zodiac spirits, her abusive father, she summoned the celestial spirit king. Happy, an exceed from an alternate universe and was raised by Natsu. Yeah some research man. Maybe they did that to save time but still really feels like you don’t know anything about them. 

So Gray asks what Zeref’s after.

Okay so by the Zeref is talking it seems like he’s back in his contradiction mindset. Which is strange cause I thought this was abandoned after he realized Natsu couldn’t kill him with Igneel’s powers. Maybe this is just something he hasn’t told anyone about.

Wasn’t the whole point you wanted Fairy Heart to kill acnologia and die? Later we see this conversation with Gray and Zeref and it seems to imply that Zeref told him he wants to die but we’re never given an answer as to what Zeref says because we cut away.

We cut to the badassdry that is Gildarts vs August. We get some small back and forth fighting from them.

Okay that was awesome! Even while disassembled August managing to hold together, damn this fight is enjoyable.

So Cana has joined the fight… Okay I like Cana. She’s a side character who I wish got more time spent on her and she’s very interesting when not dealing with groping Lucy. But she is not SS-class level. Seriously, we know August is the King of Magic and is hailed as a living calamity and Gildarts is not one to hold back, remember tenrou island and what he did. So Cana really shouldn’t be here. I’d love it if she got to face a spriggan but damn these two are just in another league. All I can think she has is Fairy Glitter but even that isn’t proven to be a easy win solution.

We cut back to Fairy Tail’s guild hall.

Again from the dialogue, it seems to imply Zeref is talking about he wants Fairy Heart to die. They go on to talk about how Natsu is coming here and how if one of them dies then Natsu is pretty much a goner.


And Iced Shell once again. Okay Iced Shell isn’t used as many times as people make fun of it being used. It’s only been used 2 times before this to my recollection. The first with Lyon and the second with Silver. I’m actually pretty okay with this because it actually makes sense. Look Gray first wanted to used iced shell against Lyon not knowing if he could win but Lyon and Natsu both pointed out how stupid that would be, which lead to Gray’s growth. The Second time, against Silver, was really just a giant bluff. But this time it is a necessary idea. Zeref can’t die, what else are you going to do but seal him. He’s not some really strong demon or wizard that we can just punch out and in the end the problem is solved, no this is an immortal. Also he is a master of Magic so if Gray were to take him head on there is a great chance that Gray will be taken down and killed. So really this is the best option.

last line and god this is stupid. Now before that he says I’ll wipe my existence from their memory. Also this is a “Lost” iced shell. How? There’s nothing to imply that this Iced Shell is really different from the standard one except zeref saying lost attribute. But seriously, why doesn’t even need to be different. It’s strong already give life for a seal that is almost unbreakable. Is this just going to be a Fairy Law thing where we retcon the power. It just exsist at that point to add melodrama of “everyone will forget me.” WHY?

Post Chapter Follow up: Honestly, not bad. It wasn’t a great chapter but overall it felt pretty solid.

In the positive aspects I’ll give Gray points for actually doing something that makes sense in this war which only now FT seems to be making these kinds of decisions a lot more recently.

The Gildarts vs August fight is going pretty well, I’m still iffy on Cana being there but maybe we’ll get some more development.

On the negative side, pacing. Again pacing really is an issue in this chapter with a lot of the events just going by quickly. These aren’t too big of moments that I’m angry were not getting more depth to unlike the Natsu and Igneel stuff. But everything just felt fast.

Another thing I didn’t like was Gray’s reasoning. Now I understand the Iced Shell and how so many keep sacrificing themselves for him and that be good. But we’ve seen that before. I wish there was more Gray going for logos in that speech to Zeref and not pathos. Now granted that I think is more a matter of POV and think this could go either way for people.

And then the big thing is the ending page. Why does this Iced Shell need to be different? It just exists to add more drama when we have enough. It just is stupid.

Final Verdict: 5/10

  • Nothing too bad
  • Pretty decent action
  • Return of logic in this series and not forced stupidity

the thing about compulsory heterosexuality for me is that it hasn’t been a case of sorting my attraction into “real” and “unreal”. i mean tbh that seems impossible, because attraction as a concept is something im not sure i fully understand how to define, but also – i am attracted to guys sometimes. i have to fuckin fight that, every time i feel it, because i don’t want to feel it. and so for me at least, it’s more a case of sorting stuff into “wanted” and “unwanted”.

and some days i really hate myself, and some days i can’t see my future, being a lesbian, so it’s harder to shake the unwanted feelings. but slowly im getting there. i know i want to spend my life with another woman, if circumstance lets me.

it’s just. i think a lot of stuff about comp het on here treats it like attraction is clear cut and easy to navigate – in my experience, it isn’t. so i try to remind myself that it’s the social influences that cause this, it’s society’s wish for us to be heterosexual, and when im in a good headspace, i can take that to remind myself that. i can be a lesbian. there’s a place in the world for me.


Originally posted by peakyblinded

You felt so small in the big new city of Birmingham. While it was nothing close to New York, it was new and exciting, and the haze that had fallen over it was homely all the same. You couldn’t believe that you were on your own; that your parents had agreed to let you go half way across the world to go to one of the best universities. Your veins were buzzing as you walked down the street, trying to find the house where your uncle lived (that really being the reason they let you go so far, because you had family there to watch you).

You weren’t really paying attention to the men and women, some finely dressed and others not, walking around the street, chatting and going about their normal day as you your letter close, trying to follow the directions scratched on the paper. You were walking down the road and reading at the same time (something your mother frequently warned you about doing) when you bumped into a man, his cigarette flying onto your favorite dress.

“Oh shoot.” You say, your hands flying to get it off before it burns a whole through the lace. The boys friend snickers but you don’t really notice.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there, it was my fault.”

“No worries, I probably should of been paying more attention.” You say, finally looking up into the cold eyes of the man.

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Truth or Dare (Jonathan Byers x Reader)

Originally posted by therealspideyman

This is my first attempt at writing a Jonathan x Reader fic soooo enjoy!

In this, you’re Mike’s older sister.  Nancy doesn’t exist.  Also this one does not follow the Stranger Things plot.

Jonathan Byers was a shy sweetheart, that was for sure.  The boy almost never spoke up at school, and he blushed immensely whenever someone accidentally brushed against him in the hallways.  Specifically you.

Y/N Wheeler, a girl that Jonathan utterly adored.  You were the older sister of Mike Wheeler, one of the friends of Jonathan’s younger brother Will.  Whenever Jonathan went to pick up Will from Dungeons and Dragons at the Wheelers and he saw you, he would turn a deep shade of red and immediately leave.

Naturally, you found this very sweet and adorable.  You had had your eye on Jonathan for a while now, ever since your friends started pointing out how obvious it is that he likes you.  Occasionally you would try to talk to Jonathan in the hallways at school, but as soon as he saw you walking in his direction he would turn away and go somewhere else.  And prom was coming up, which got Jonathan terrified that someone else was going to ask you.

One day as Jonathan was going to pick Will up from Dungeons and Dragons at your house, the boys literally dragged him down to the basement.  You were there too, arms crossed.  Mike and Will insisted on playing truth or dare.  Ah, middle schoolers.

“Come on!  You have to admit, it’s a fun game,” said Mike insistently.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, smiling.  “Jonathan, are you okay with this?”

Jonathan pretty quickly realized you were speaking to him, and looked up to you from where he was staring at the ground.  “Oh–uh–yeah.  Yeah… it’s fine with me.”

Will grinned.  “Told ya he would.”

Jonathan finally had a realization.  Shit.  Shitshitshitshit.  Will wanted to play truth or dare in hopes Jonathan would finally reveal his massive crush on you and ask you to prom.  Yes, Will knew.  He once found a photo Jonathan had of you standing at your locker unsuspectingly.  Well, not like he had a choice now.

You, Jonathan, Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas all sat around the table.  

“Alright, who’s going first?” you asked.

“I will!” Dustin exclaimed.  “Lucas, truth or dare?”


“I dare you to dance with no music for one minute.”

It didn’t sound very funny at the moment, but once Lucas stood up from his seat and started dancing with absolutely no music in silence, it was honestly hilarious.  Awkwardly waving his arms and legs in the air as everyone else held back their laughter.  For once you actually saw a genuine smile on Jonathan’s face, little crinkles forming around his eyes.

Once it had been a minute, Lucas sat back down.  “Alright, that was great,” he said sarcastically.  “Now it’s my turn.  So, Will, truth or dare?”


“Hmm… if you were a girl for a month, what would you do?”

Will shrugged.  “Probably hang out with the girls at school to try and figure out why exactly they hate us.”  Mike, Dustin, and Lucas nodded agreeingly.

“That’s actually a pretty good reason,” said Dustin.

“Hey, being a girl isn’t that easy,” you cut in.


“Will, it’s best not to make her angry,” said Mike, aware of how you could get if someone got you mad.

“Anyways, Jonathan, truth or dare?”

“Uh… dare,” Jonathan said, fear evident in his voice.

Will smirked.  “I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

Jonathan turned a deep shade of red and turned his head down so he was facing his hands where they were nervously fiddling on his lap.  You looked to your left where he was sitting.  Poor Jonathan, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

“See, I told you guys he loves her!” Will exclaimed in a fangirl-like way.  “He’s blushing!”

“He’s always blushing,” said Mike.

Jonathan must have been suuuper embarrassed, especially since you were sitting right next to him.

“Well, come on, Jonny.  Kiss her!” said Will.

He obviously wasn’t going to say anything, but you knew how much he wanted to kiss you.  So you slipped a finger under his chin and tilt his head up, immediately locking your lips together in a sweet kiss.

All the boys reacted differently.  Will was fangirling, Lucas was ‘ewwwing’ in a joking manner, Dustin started clapping and wolf-whistling, and Mike just kinda sat there smiling.  When you pulled away from Jonathan, he sat there and looked at you shocked.  You, Y/N Wheeler, his dream girl, had just kissed him.

“Are you okay, Jonathan?” you asked him with a laugh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he responded, breathing heavily.

You grinned.  “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Please, stop…”

“I’m sorry.  But you are,” you replied, kissing his cheek, making him smile.

“It took you guys this long to realize you love each other?” Will said in a ‘seriously’ tone.

“Yeah, we’ve been waiting for this to happen for foreverrrr,” Mike said dragging out the end of ‘forever.’

“Oh, shut it, Mike,” you said to your brother.

“Jonathan!  This is the part where you ask Y/N to prom,” said Will and Dustin.

“Yeah, man.  Do it already!” Lucas said.

You looked at Jonathan, and he looked at you.  “Do… you–uh–want to go to prom with me, Y/N?”

You nodded.  “Of course I would, Jonathan.”

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

tips for making your résumé even stronger
  • never, ever use just one blanket résumé for every job you apply to
  • revamp your wording to match up with the specific job listing to which you’re applying
  • having the right keywords is crucial because many jobs use algorithms to screen applications for certain skills and experience
  • make it easy to read by cutting out complicated jargon
  • don’t use Times New Roman
  • experts say Times New Roman communicates a lack of thoughtfulness, since it’s the most common default typeface
  • consider fonts that are similarly professional, but that might pop a bit more: Helvetica, Garamond or Proxima Nova for example
  • break up dense blocks of text
  • stick with reverse chronological order (more recent jobs should be listed first)
  • limit yourself to black type on white paper — which is safe and classic — or two other colors. three or more shades, and you might not be taken seriously
  • copy edit like your life depends on it: no typos or grammatical errors!
  • have a friend who is smart and attentive to detail review your résumé with a fine-toothed comb
  • or hire a copy editor to go over it (they can cost as low as $5 per thousand words)
  • axe the “objective statement” — unless you’re changing careers
  • bold the most important words
  • let your story jump out of the page, so that someone who’s scanning your résumé in 6 to 10 seconds can get the big picture. 
  • do not get creative with the truth. obvious lies will get your résumé thrown out
  • have a skeptical reader go through your résumé to check statements that seem to stretch the truth
  • ask yourself one thing to make sure you’re not bending the truth


*** This one is pretty long because I wanted to keep it as a solid piece. I have enough sequels to catch up on, I didn’t want to add more and make you guys wait. Also I know these things weren’t taking place at the same time so please don’t try to read me 😂😂 Just using my imagination. The main reason that Jax was willing to get into bed with the cartel was because he was trying get alot of cash quick to get out for Tara but since he’s with you in this, I switched some of that around.***

“Look, all I’m saying is that I think you should just listen to your brothers and consider it. Working with a cartel is not a good idea. We all know that, even you. I know the club has money issues and you guys are getting buried but we can figure something out. Gemma and I can put together a fundraiser or something. Just…don’t do this Jax. Don’t vote for the cartel deal tomorrow.”

He groaned and ran his hand over his face, agitated with everything. Things with the club had been going to shit and he’d been on edge on months because if it. Everything seemed to piss him off but at the moment, the only thing that was irritating him was you.

“Can you just stop? I know what I have to do. I don’t need some Old Lady telling me how to run my club.”

At that, you narrowed your eyes, your hands coming to rest on your hips.

“Some Old Lady? I’m not just some Old Lady Jackson, I’m your Old Lady. I’m your fiancé. I’m not trying to tell you how to run your club, I’m just trying to look out for you and our family.”

Jax chuckled to himself and stood up, his shoulders tense in anger as he paced around the living room.

“I don’t need you to look out for me, or for us. I have it handled.”

“Muling Coke isn’t handling it Jax. It’s taking the easy way out. Cutting corners never got anybody anywhere.”

“We’re done talking about this.”

He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned the tv on, trying to shut you out.


“That’s enough!”

You jumped at how loud his voice suddenly got, his nose flaring in anger as he looked at you.

“Clay and I are going to run this club how we think is best and that’s it. I don’t want to hear anymore from you.”

You stared at him in disbelief, shocked at his aggression. You knew it wasn’t your place to dictate what happened in the club but you couldn’t just stand by idle while he made a decision that could ruin so many lives. Your own anger surged at the thought.

“Yeah ok Jax, just shut me out. Shut me out the way you always do whenever someone calls you on your shit. Just close your ears and don’t listen to anyone except greedy fucking Clay!”

Refusing to hear any more, Jax abruptly stood from the couch and began walking to the front door, snatching his kutte of the back of the sofa.

“Jax. Jax!”

He simply ignored you, slipping on the leather and pulling the door open before walking out and slamming it behind him, the picture on the walls rattling. You stayed in place, staring at the now closed door. You didn’t turn away until you heard the rumble if his bike starting up. Blowing out a shaky breath, you pushed back the tears that threatened to spill over and sat yourself down in the couch. You shook your head and leaned forward, resting your elbows in your knees, your head in your hands.

You’d tried.

You just hoped it wouldn’t be in vain. You knew him going to bed angry the night before a vote was never good but there was no going back now. You’d been trying to be there for him and support him for the last couple of months and all he’d done was take his frustrations out on you. You were at the end of your rope and were out of ideas on how to get him to break out of this cold shell that he’d created. You sighed and headed off the bedroom, getting ready to take a shower. You’d head to the clubhouse in the morning before the vote and try to smooth things over with him. Regardless of the outcome, you’d always support him and you wanted to make sure he knew that.


It was a little past 8 am when you were walking through the clubhouse parking lot, walking into the entrance and seeing Chibs and Tig standing by the bar looking dead. They smiled at you gently as you walked in before they stole a glance at each other.

“Morning darlin’.”

“Good morning honey.”

You gave both Tig and Chibs a hug before setting down your purse on the counter and walking towards the kitchen.

“Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee is fine baby.”

You nodded at Tig and pushed open the door to the kitchen, walking towards the counter. You could hear the two of them whispering to each other but you purposely busied yourself getting out the mugs, not wanting to eavesdrop as they were probably speaking about club business. With the cups on the counter, you began to spoon the coffee into the machine, Tig following you into the kitchen and sitting on the counter watching you.

“You’re here early.”

“Yeah. Jax and I got into a fight last night. He left and stayed the night here and I just wanted to come see him. Just apologize, you know. Figured I would make you guys some coffee first though because you look exhausted.”

Tig smiled softly and nodded but you noticed how his eyes narrowed a bit in confusion before he was hopping down from the counter and pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Thank you.”

You returned the smile but you could tell that something was off. With the coffee already brewing, you wiped your hands and turned around, getting Jax’s tea out and ready. Tig watched you as you started to prepare it, his eyes glancing back out into the clubhouse over and over. Putting the water to boil, you smiled at Tig as he stared you down. He returned it but you could tell it was fake. You also weren’t sure why he was staying right by you if his attention was outside.

“Everything alright Tiggy?”

“Everything’s fine.”

Without saying anything else, he walked straight out of the kitchen, leaving you alone. You shook your head and talked to yourself under your breath.

‘What the fuck is going on.’


With the tea and coffee done, you set the mugs on a platter and carried them all out of the kitchen. The rest of the Sons had woken up and had now joined the group, smiling as you handed everyone their respective cups. You noticed that everyone had went quiet as soon as you arrived though and were avoiding eye contact. When only Jax’s cup was left, you grabbed it and patted Happy’s shoulder.

“I’ll leave you boys to your business. I’m gonna go wake Jax up.”

You had almost made it down the hall before Bobby’s voice stopped you.

“Y/N. Come back here sweetheart.”

You walked back over to where everyone was sitting and found them all looking at you.


Bobby stayed looking at you, as did everyone else, but no one said anything.

“What is it? Jax’s tea is gonna get cold.”

Bobby looked around once before taking off his glasses and rubbing the bride of his nose, putting them back on and looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Jax isn’t here sweetheart. He didn’t come here last night.”

You laughed quietly and shook your head.

“He came in late, 10:30 or something. We got into a little argument before bed so he probably snuck in when everyone was already in their rooms.”

“He’s not here honey. We were all out here drinking and talking ‘til 3 am. No one saw him come in. His dorm is empty.”

You stood there blinking as Piney confirmed, not totally sure how that could be. Panic set in quickly though as you thought about all the things that could’ve happened to him. What if he’d run into rivals on his way over? What if he crashed? The Sons all exchanged looks as you quickly made your way over to his room, walking in and finding the room empty, like they’d said.

“He hasn’t called anyone? No one’s heard from him?”

They all shook their heads, looking around just as confused as you were. Bobby knew where Jax was but he didn’t want to be the one to have to tell you, especially not with everyone there.  Jax picked up on the 6th ring and you blew out a heavy sigh of relief when his voice came over.


“Hey baby. Jesus, you had me worried. Are you ok? Where are you?”

“I’m fine. I’m uh, at the clubhouse.”

Bobby hung his head down as he heard Jax’s words. You however stood there motionless.

“Wait, where are you?”

“I’m at the clubhouse. I’m getting ready for church. We have that vote in an hour.”

Everyone was silent as they listened to Jax blatantly lie to you. You felt your ears go hot in both anger and humiliation.

“You’re in your dorm right now?”


“Well that’s weird because I just checked your dorm right now and I didn’t fucking see you.”

There was nothing but silence from his end and you growled, hanging up before he could lie to you again. You hadn’t wanted everyone to hear your business but you had a feeling that they already knew.

“Where is he?”

You eyed the men furiously and they exchanged glances before Clay finally spoke.  

“He’s with Tara sweetheart. He spent the night there.”

It wasn’t 10 minutes later that he was walking into the clubhouse, his eyes searching around for you. Chibs looked over at him and walked up to him, disapproval written all over his face.

“She’s in your room. Packing up her things.”

Jax’s feet hurriedly carried him to his dorm and he walked in to see you with your duffle bag on the bed, stuffing your clothes into it.


“Don’t talk to me.”

He blew out a breath and looked down at his feet, not knowing how you were going to react. He hadn’t slept with Tara, he had just gone to stay at her place, not wanting to come to the clubhouse and have everyone question him when he already had so much on his mind. He just wanted to be around someone that wouldn’t keep talking about the club. He doubted that you’d believe him though and he knew he’d fucked up. There was the option to lie again but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Not after hearing how scared and worried for him you were on the phone earlier.

“I was at Tara’s.”

“I know.”

He froze. He didn’t think that they would’ve told you. He knew the fact that you had found out on your own only made things worse.

“I didn’t sleep with her, I swear. On the club baby, nothing happened. I just spent the night there.”

He was expecting you to get pissed, to scream at him and maybe even hit him. Or maybe you would cry. What he wasn’t expecting you to do though was to finish packing your bag and then turn to look at him with cold eyes.

“All I was trying to do was look out for you. Try to get you to see the bigger picture, to protect you and this club. And what do I get in return? I get fucking humiliated in front of everyone by getting told you spent the night with another woman. Your ex no less. You left me at home because you were mad at me for caring about the club, to go be with a woman that hates the club.”

You laughed humorlessly and shook your head.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore. I barely recognize you. You’re not the man I agreed to marry.”

Jax felt his jaw tighten. It pissed him off to hear you say that but deep down he knew you were right, and he was more angry at himself. He’d been losing his grip on things lately and it seemed that in the midst of it, he was going to lose you too.

You slung the bag over your shoulder and began to walk out, stopping when you got right next to him. You brought your left hand up and stared at the ring on your finger with a sad smile for a couple seconds and Jax felt his heart drop.

“I love you Jax, but I don’t know if I can marry you. Not right now. I feel like I can’t trust you. I don’t want to be wasting my time anymore. I spend my time loving and supporting you, trying to help you and all you did is shit on me. Lying to me and embarrassing me like this. I’ve been by your side for years but I refuse to stick around and watch you ruin everything. Between getting involved with the cartel and running to Tara, it’s obvious that you aren’t thinking clearly. I was willing to stay by your side no matter what you did with this cartel shit but you just had to take it a step further. We were supposed to get married.”

Jax heard your voice crack a little but shook your head, willing your tears back and held your head high.

“You can come find me when you figure it out. Until then, I think it’s best if we take a break. Take your ring.”

Jax shook his head furiously, taking your hands in his.

“Please don’t.”

“Jax, you-“

“I’m a fucking idiot, I know. I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve you but I can’t lose you. I’ve been treating you like shit lately and you don’t deserve any of it. I just throw it at you because you’re the closest one but I don’t mean to. The clubs going downhill and I’m caught between a rock and a hard place. I feel like this cartel is our only break and I know you don’t agree but I need you. I only went to Tara’s because I wanted to be somewhere that I wouldn’t hear about the club. If I went to the clubhouse, the guys were gonna want to talk more. I drove around for an hour and went to a bar by the desert and then I just went to her house. Even she was mad at me for showing up, she knows we’re engaged. Nothing happened. I was drunk and passed out on her couch, I didn’t even take my shoes off. It was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done but I swear it won’t happen again.”

Jax took a deep breath as he finished his rambling. You stayed looking at him, searching his eyes.

“You didn’t even take off your AF-1s?”

He stared at you for a couple seconds before he laughed lightly.

“No. I was too drunk.”

You nodded and looked down, your head killing you from the stress of the day. From thinking something bad had happened to him, to getting lied to, to thinking he was cheating on you, all before 10 am, you’d had about all you could handle.

“Look Jax, I’m just gonna go home. I’m pissed the fuck off but we can talk more tonight, I can’t concentrate right now.”

He nodded quickly, relief flooding him that you would at least give him a chance make it up to you. He took the bag from your shoulder and put it down on the floor before he lifted your hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it gently.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

You nodded and pulled your hand away from him gently, not wanting him to think everything was alright.

“I love you too stupid. I’ll see you at home.”


So here is a quick prototype of an idea I’ve had in my head. Attaching my sculpted fish to clear mixing sticks so people can put them in the substrate of plants/aquariums etc. Seems to work quite well. I wish I had better plants to take photos with. I’ll try and get “prettier” pictures tomorrow.

I am now officially offering these as commissions. The plastic sticks are also easy to cut to size with jewelry grade wire cutters. I am working on making these as aquarium safe as possible. These can be submerged in water, but I still am uneasy about them being safe for fish. Everywhere I’ve read said they’re safe for fish as long as I seal them with aquarium safe sealant. 

These are definitely ideal for those wanting the “style” of having a fish in a small bowl/jar/container, without the abuse. Also great for people wanting something in memory of a fish who’s passed on, or any pet for that matter. I don’t just do fish.  

Lana Del Rey on Metaphysics

“I studied metaphysics in college so I’m always kind of reading on the side for fun.”
What does metaphysics entail?
“It’s not as complicated as it sounds. There’s different branches so it depends on which branch you’re studying. If you’re studying something like cosmogony, you’re studying about the origins of the universe, and how reality came to be reality. Like this space that we’re sitting in now — how did we come to inhabit this place? And why this reality strikes us as it is. I studied that up in the Bronx.”
“It bridged the gap between God and science.”

“I went to college. At Fordham. I didn’t live at school, I lived where I could and studied what I enjoyed studying. I took what I wanted from that education but was making my first record at the same time. I don’t know anyone from school. I was just leading a different life. I was really interested in writing and other things.”
“I just had different priorities. I was reading and writing. I was pursuing my own education [laughs] which paid off, I’ve learned so many different things.” 
“When I was studying philosophy my teacher told me that it’s okay to feel like the people you’re closest to aren’t alive anymore. Sometimes that is the best company to keep. It’s about the people that pondered the same questions as you did, and had the same sort of life mentality as you. I was upset and inspired by that premise.”

“Well, I graduated with a metaphysics degree and I loved philosophy, I’ve kind of gone back to things that made me feel excited about learning maybe six years ago when I was in school.” 
“Well, I mixed it with my studies in theology, because it was the best school for the Jesuit faith and all of the Jesuits taught philosophy classes. There was just a lot of talk about going back to that basic question: Why do we exist? How did reality come to be? Why do we do what we do? And how not to become the butcher, the baker, the candlestickmaker, the guardians of the middle-class—that really interested me. I don’t know. Yeah, I loved being around people who wondered why we were here.” 

“The act of surrendering sort of puts me in a different mindset that allows me to be more of a channel — because I’m not holding on so tightly to things, I’m letting go, and I find that in letting go I become more of a channel for life to really happen on life’s terms. I mean, maybe that sounds sort of metaphysical, but that’s honestly how I feel.”
“I want to stay hopeful, even though I get scared about why we’re even alive at all.” 
“I’m more interested in, you know, SpaceX and Tesla, what’s going to happen with our intergalactic possibilities.” 
“It’s not as complicated as it sounds. There’s different branches so it depends on which branch you’re studying. If you’re studying something like cosmogony, you’re studying about the origins of the universe, and how reality came to be reality. Like this space that we’re sitting in now – how did we come to inhabit this place? And why this reality strikes us as it is.”

“The term metaphysics has been, the meaning of it, it means something different now than obviously what Aristotle meant when he wrote his first books on metaphysics and invented that term. I mean now it kind of suggests more of like a new age, a new age way of life. Which actually I’m also interested in those new age books which more have to do with visualizing the future you’d like to manifest into reality and that kind of  has more of a metaphysical, you would call that like a metaphysical book. But originally it was philosophers trying to trace back the study of the origin of the soul and how the origin of reality came to be. Like so how did we end up here in the studio today? You know it concerns the big bang theory or.. you know whether or not this reality is really happening in real time. It’s just that there’s so many different branches but it’s a science of questions, no answers. 

I think people who get into metaphysics go to universities to study it, to like sit in groups to and talk about why we’re here. Talking about ancient philosophy, it kind of leads to more conversations about how do we become more innovative with technology so we can find out what happened at the beginning by getting closer to the end, to space really, space travel now. Getting closer to seeing what’s out there and beyond. WelI, it’s just such an interesting thing to think about. I’m obviously not the first person to present this question but if we all collectively started to think about what else was out there and pooled all of our imaginations (which is the most important thing), and then resources, and knowledge and money and intelligence towards what’s out there even further. Richard Branson has been very helpful in our advances in space travel and he’s going to continue to kind of, I think, push us all forward with making it really easy to.. *gets cut off by interviewer* “It’s in talking about it where it all begins and that’s something.” (x)

“I was interested in God and how technology could bring us closer to finding out where we came from and why.”
“I majored in metaphysics in college, that’s what I got my degree in. And the reason I chose that was because the Jesuits who were teaching that subject, they weren’t just theologians, they also had backgrounds in science. Obviously the quest for peace, the quest for knowledge of something bigger is…that’s the end game. That’s what I’m really interested in. But technology, I believe, is bringing us closer to maybe figuring out some of those questions, and I think we’ve really seen that in the last ten years. I’m interested just like probably anybody else is. I guess meeting people like Elon Musk and people involved in the tech world in different ways has been interesting to me.” 

“I love the discussions I had with Elon Musk this year, and I enjoyed my talk with (geneticist/ molecular biologist) John Hardy, who is trying to understand what causes Alzheimer’s.” “One of the most promising techniques I learned about was optogenetics: a biological technique that involves the use of light to control cells in living tissue.”
“It’s not only intergalactic possibilities that interest me, it’s the exciting technological horizon we’re looking at right now. There are a lot of people I’m interested in, but I like what Sergey Brin, Yuri Milner and Mark Zuckerberg are doing with the Breakthrough Prize Awards in fundamental physics and life sciences. I think it’s important to have the same amount of attention, focus and glamour (if that’s what’s needed) to bring science to the forefront of people’s everyday lives in the same way that politics or celebrity culture do now.” 

Very young. Poetry, then short stories, then finally songs, awful ones initially. I studied philosophy and metaphysics. I finally knew that there were people like me, a bit weird, out of it. In Lake Placid, there weren’t many people who shared my universe, so the books became my close friends. They’d tell me about New York, about people of whom I became close. I recovered this mood studying philosophy, surrounded by people who weren’t ashamed of questioning, of asking “why do we exist?” instead of “what will the weather be tomorrow?” 
“So I wanted to study philosophy. I was overwhelmed by the world and I hallucinated things of concern to other people: what do we do now, where do we go on vacation?, Do you like my shoes? I, however, was always looking for a guide, a sign, a higher power.” 

If You Ever Need Someone, I Will Be There

In the true spirit of February, have some…Halloween? Yikes, this was a late one. But it’s fine. It’s fine. And who needs correct context when you can have SOLID BELLARKE FLUFF WITH A ONE YEAR OLD? Also I think it was @forgivenessishardforus and @ginalou16 who originally told me about this idea? Though I don’t remember and you might not either lol


It was weird, probably, that Clarke met her best friend because of her daughter. Although, to be fair, most of Clarke’s friendships came out of strange situations—she met Maya when she nearly attacked her over a misunderstanding; Murphy at the courthouse, where she was paying a ticket and he was on trial for robbery; and Raven when they realized they were both in a relationship with the same guy.

           Which was sort of, in a roundabout way, how the first one got started.

           When Clarke realized Finn was cheating on her, it was almost shockingly easy cut him out of her life—take back the key, change her Facebook status, and spend a few weeks bonding with the other girl to ease the nagging heartache she didn’t want to feel until it withered into nothing. At least, until she missed her period and got a test, just to be sure, and then Clarke spent hours curled in the bathroom crying, staring at those two stupid lines on the screen because she wasn’t ready for this.

           But, thankfully, she had nine months of cravings and cramps and general irritation (so just the normal you, Jasper noted, which got him kicked in the leg) to prepare, and a horde of overprotective friends and family members to get her through it, and when the baby came she was, if not primed for motherhood, excited to hold a little girl in her arms who was hers. She was determined to do it well, to prove she didn’t need Finn or any other parental figure to raise this child. And she didn’t, not really—not besides occasional babysitting from Lincoln when her professors wouldn’t allow children, or frantic 2am calls to her mother or Monty (who was weirdly knowledgeable about motherhood, considering). In terms of surviving and caring for little Callie, Clarke was perfectly fine on her own.

           The problem was in the finer details.


“What do you mean, you’re not carving pumpkins?”

           Clarke sighed heavily and adjusted Callie on her hip, prying her hair out of the one-year-old’s grabby fingers. “There’s not much of a point, right? Callie can’t make one.”
           “So make one for her,” Raven demanded. “You can’t just skip out on the fun of holidays because you’ve got a baby to take care of.”

           “I’m not,” Clarke hedged.

           “Not what? Skipping out?”

           “Not because of Callie.”

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So, I have many ways of cutting out characters, and I pick which way to use depending on the scene. In this tutorial I will show you 3 ways to cut out characters for gifs. Let’s get started!

  • Program: Photoshop CS6 Portable
  • Difficulty: Easy (it’s just time consuming) 
  • Previous Knowledge: Basic knowledge on how to make gifs (any PS resource blog will have tutorials on how to make them)

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Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 4) FEELS!


Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Feels, mentions of sex. 

Words: 1,466 

A/N: I feel like at this point this is really becoming a series because if you haven’t read any of the other parts you won’t understand this one at all. 

[Italics indicate flashback]

Originally posted by marauderimagines

Last night I had walked quietly out of his room, not making a single sound, even the house mice were louder than me. My barefeet squished against the cold wooden floors as I walked down the long spiral steps back into the common room. Peter still lay passed out on the floor as Remus sits on the leather couch, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was me who was coming down the stairs, just the sound of such dainty, dragging  footsteps coming from the boys dorms told him enough.

“Didn’t do it i’m assuming.” He asked, slouching back into the brown leather sofa.

“Your assumption is correct.” I said, sitting next to him, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Disappointed?” He asked, searching for my eyes.

“No, i’m too happy to be disappointed.”

“Well you look pretty disappointed to me.” He added, wiping the smeared mascara off from under my eyes. “Did you cry?”

“I don’t cry.” I replied, playing with my fingers.

“There’s the slytherin in you!” He quipped, smiling a little.

“My father said crying was for the weak.”

“He’s wrong,” Remus says, grabbing your hand from your lap. “The strongest people are those who cry.”

You looked at him intently, basking in his presence, intelligence radiating off him.

“You’re much too good for them, y’know.” You said standing up, beginning to walk toward your room.

“For who?”

“The Marauder’s, only the best people deserve someone like you.” And with that you disappeared up into the obscure darkness of your dorm.  

It was a calm morning in hogwarts when you awoken. No light shone in your eyes from the sea, just a grey overcast which was plastered to the sky. Potter hadn’t spent the night with Lily so it was just you, her and Y/RM/N. It took you a while to awaken, but once you did you sat down in your clawfoot bathtub in an attempt to soak most of your misery away, you were supposed to be content, anything else was unacceptable.

Your record player span in its usual place by the door and Lily pranced around the bathroom listening to the music, she danced frantically whilst putting on her clothes and makeup for the day.

“Did you and Sirius hook up?” She asked suddenly, startling you from your relaxed state.

“Context?” You said back.

“Erm, did you have sex? Was it oral? Did he penetrate? Did you makeou-”

“I get it,” You interrupted, “I just took him back to his room is all.”

You lied of course, you didn’t want her to find out about last night because you didn’t want Sirius to know, he couldn’t know. There was no denying that last night Sirius ate you out, and there was no denying that you bloody loved it. You suddenly felt yourself craving his touch again, you wanted his lips on yours once more.

“You made out though, after you blew that smoke in his mouth.” She added, looking at you in the tub, walking towards you and squatting down.

“Indeed, but he probably doesn’t remember and frankly I don’t care because I do, I remember, and I can scratch his name off my list.”

“Want to be known as the whore of Hogwarts, Y/N?” She asked sarcastically, walking back to the mirror so she could swipe the rest of her mascara on. “I know you want him, can see the way you look at him, and frankly he wants you as well, and the only time Sirius wants a girl is when she’s moaning his name.”

“You should get your eyes checked then.” Was all you said before standing up, dripping in soapy water and pulling the plug from the tub.

The towel which sat on the stool in the nearby corner floated up words, wrapping itself around you. Lily’s eyes widened when she looked at your reflection from the mirror, the purple splotches Sirius left on your neck from the night before vibrantly shining.

“If you don’t want him figuring out, better hide those.” She said, looking back to herself and swiping lipstick on.

You walked down to the great hall together, you adjusting your glasses and letting your hair down from its place atop your head.

“How do I look?” You asked, stopping, staring at her.

“Perfect, there’s no way you could ever look bad!” She said musically.

“Oi, sod off!” You yelled back, sitting down at the long table next to Remus.

“Morning.” Remus said, not looking up from his newspaper.

“Morning, where’s the others?” You asked, searching the table for the three missing persons.

“Pretty sure Peter is in a coma, last time I checked Potter was sawing logs, and Sirius was taking a shower. Should be down in a-” He was cut off.

“Morning.” A raspy voice said, suddenly the space next to you being filled by a familiar figure.

Your heart panged out of your chest from the sound of his voice, quite excited to see him actually. You turned to him, his head lay on his hand looking at you, your eyes wandering to his neck where he was left with purple splotches as well.

“Tore me up, didn’t you?” He asked, your heart fluttering.

“Surprised you remember.” You added snarkily, Remus now looking up from his paper.

“Oi! Wasn’t that intoxicated, remember everything,” He began to explain, the word ‘everything’ making your chest tighten. “Blew smoke into my mouth, we made out, and then I fell asleep.”

You fell silent, so did Remus, you turned to look at him to see him cocking an eyebrow at you questionably.

“That’s all you remember?” You asked, feeling Remus stomp on your foot causing you to shreak.

“Is there something i’m forgetting?” He asked, searching for your eyes.

“No,” You say, “Of course not.”

Since the day was Saturday you and the others walked down to Hogsmeade, the gavel trail crackling below your feet. The sky was still a brooding grey color but it was something about cloudy days that made them so beautiful. Lily and James skipped happily, far in front of the group. Remus stood in the middle with Peter and another boy from Gryffindor who tagged along. You and Sirius stood in the back, enjoying each other’s presence, yet you couldn’t help but notice the awkward silence forming between the two of you.

“Nice day, isn’t it?” You said, smiling up at the sky, breathing in deeply.

“Hoping that was a joke.” Was all he said, poking your nose with his finger, watching it scrunch up.

“Not joking, I love cloudy days.” You said, opening your eyes again to look at him.

He laughed, then stared at you again for about thirty seconds.

“Sirius?” You asked.

“Hm?” He replied, still looking at you.

“I think you have a bit of a staring problem.” You said, not looking at him once.

A low chuckle escaped from his throat, and suddenly he wrapped his arms around you and flung you over his shoulder.

“Sirius!” You yelled, “Put me down this instant!”

The boy that was walking with Peter and Remus turned around and began to laugh.

“Sirius, ‘es gone mad!”

“Mad in love.” Remus mumbled to himself, loud enough for the others to hear.

“Heard that Moony.” Was all Sirius said, putting you back down on the ground.

You landed directly in front of you, him running into you a bit, but grabbing your hips to steady himself.

“Easy.” He said, but cut himself off, noticing something, a context clue.

In the air he smelled a familiar scent, like vanilla which was coming off your long Y/H/C hair. He then looked from the tips of your silky strands, following up the root until he had all attention on your neck. Purple splotches, which he had noticed before, traveled a lot lower than he originally thought. His eyes followed the patchy trail from under your chin, to the middle of your neck, to your collar bone, and down into your cleavage.

He began to kiss down your neck, sucking harshly at the soft, tender skin, breathing in your sweet, vanilla scent.

“Something wrong?” You asked, tilting your head, looking at his face which was painted with a quizzical look.

He didn’t answer, really thinking hard about last night, he just couldn’t put memories together.

“Sirius?” You asked again, placing your hand on his cheek, breaking him out of his trance.

“You only made out with me last night, no one else, right?” He questioned, looking deeply in your eyes.

“Of course,” You say. “Only you.”

He smiled softly and wrapped his hand around your shoulders reassuring you, he just didn’t remember loving on you that low, and little did he know, he had loved on her a few places a lot lower.