every single good book out there

Every single day there is a reason to smile. There is a reason to feel gratitude, a reason to feel peace. Acknowledge every good thing the universe offers to you, it knows exactly what you need. The greatest thing you can achieve in life is complete happiness, don’t pass up on the warmth of the sun and the peace of a empty park. Wake up, feel gratitude radiate from you.

smile by Amy Kennedy


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“Oh, Spencer took that one...”

so i read @reidbyers’s ask post about librarians and spencer and while reading it, this sentence caught my attention: “sometimes he takes so many books out that a lot of the time people come in looking for a certain book and they have to be like sorry…spencer took that one and 21 more.” and it gave me an idea/insp for a small little one shot, so thanks @wheresthewater and @reidbyers for unknowingly giving me this idea! also i’m so sorry if this feels rushed! 

While studying to get your doctorate in Psychology, you were fortunate enough to have every book you need for all of your classes at your fingertips, whether having your parents supply them for you or finding links to it online. While writing a paper, you noticed the assignment had some references from your very early Intro to Psych book. You realized quickly that you were going to need to go to the library; you had since given that book to a nice underclassman. 

You didn’t mind, but occasionally, a book you wanted to check out would be gone and they always said the same thing.

“Sorry honey, it looks like Spencer has that book out at the moment.”

“Well it looks like Dr. Reid has that book.”

“Yup. Spencer again.”

It seemed like every time you needed a book from the library, Dr. Spencer Reid would check it out before you. The three main, kind elderly librarians found it amusing every time you mentioned a book he had checked out. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were conspiring against you.

Sighing, you grabbed your shoulder bag and keys and made your way out of your brick brownstone apartment building. “If this Spencer has my book this time, I might just scream…” You muttered to yourself as you walked down the street. Luckily the library was only a few blocks from your place. You could smell the air and could tell it was going to rain. You picked up your pace.

Walking in the large building, you smelled the books and smiled. 

“Well hi, baby, what’re you looking for?” Came from Franny, your favorite librarian, knowing your routine by now.

“Hi Franny,” you grinned at her. “Do you have this book?” You handed her a crumbled piece of paper with the title of the book on it.

“Hmm,” Franny entered the title in her desktop and smiled knowingly. “I’m sorry hone–”

“Let me guess,” you rolled your eyes.

“Spencer has it,” you both said in unison. One cheerfully, and one tired. You guess who’s who.

“God, I’d love to give this Spencer a piece of my mind,” you shook your head. “He consistently checks out every book I want and I actually need this one!” You exclaimed. 

“What for?” Franny asked. 

“It’s my final. Our professor decided against a test final and just gave us a paper final. It counts for over half our grade and I know if I use the material in this book, I know I’ll ace that final…you see, I’m gonna make a callback reference to our intro to psycho book that’s gonna tie up my entire paper in a cute little bow.” You rambled, a bad habit you’ve gained whenever you become desperate for something. “I’m sorry,” you said. “You probably didn’t need to hear this, Franny.” You shook your head. “I’ll just check back tomorrow,” you turned and left quickly.

If you looked back, you’d seen Franny pursing her lips, pick up the phone, and dial a number. “Hi Spencer. It’s Franny. I’m sorry to bother you but I have a need for a book you checked out.”

You chewed on your lip as you walked into the library for the third day in a row. You weren’t expecting the book to be there today or any other day, but you had to at least check. Especially since your paper was due in three days. You inhaled as the familiar smell reached you again, a smile on your face, placating you for the time being. Today at the desk, was Esther, a particularly nosy woman.

“Hi Esther, any luck today?” You asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Actually, maybe!” She answered you. “Spencer is coming by today to drop off some books and pick some up, so maybe your book will be in the bunch!” She offered. 

You raised your eyebrow. “With my luck, probably not. But I finally get to meet this allusive Spencer.” You took a seat at the bench next to the main desk where the librarians worked and pulled out your laptop. It was a normal seat for you whenever you wanted to spend time at the library.

“Do you want some lemon bars, sweetie?” Esther, the known cook of the three main librarians, placed two lemon bars next to you. 

“Thank you, Esther,” you grinned thankfully at her. 

Deep into your studies, you didn’t noticed that an hour had gone past or that the other two librarians, Franny and Dorothy snuck in.

“Is he comin’?” Dorothy, with her deep southern accent, asked. 

“Yes, Dorothy. He told me he’d be here at 4:15 and that boy never lies to me,” Esther replied, rolling her eyes.

“You sure this is gonna work?” Franny asked, pushing her gray curls aside. “What if they don’t like each other?”

“Fran, those two couldn’t be a better match. My Henry (God rest his soul) told me I had a knack for seeing lovers,” Esther nodded. 

“That’s cuz you were always putting your nose in places it shouldn’t be –” Franny began to rebut but was interrupted by Dorothy. 

“Shhh, he’s coming!”

Sure enough, walking to the desk was Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU. Trademark cardigan, scarf, and shoulder bag on. “Hi ladies, is something special going on? It’s rare to see you all here at the same time. Although I get the library’s newsletter sent to me every month and I didn’t see any events happening today to warrant you all here at the same time today.” He began to ramble. 

“Oh Spencer, don’t you worry about us,” Franny waved him off.

At the mention of the familiar name, your head popped up.

“I see you’re returning some books. May I check them in for you? Y/N here has been needing one you might have for quite some time now,” Dorothy grabbed the books from Spencer’s hand and slid them over to Esther. “Now leave us old ladies be to check these back in.” She shooed him away.

“So you’re the famous Spencer Reid,” you said as you saw him approach the bench next to you. “I’m not sure if its a pleasure to meet you or not,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Excuse me?” Spencer was taken aback. He saw you and blinked. You were beautiful. His mouth went dry, his heart stuttered, he felt a wave of adrenaline rush through him. 

You couldn’t help yourself. No matter how good looking he turned out to be, you thought to yourself. The rage built. “Every time I want to check out a book from here, you always have it, every single time! And sometimes you keep the books for months on end!” You huffed.

“Statistically, that’s impossible. There’s no possible way that every single time you need a book, I somehow have it,” Spencer challenged. Your voice sounded beautiful to his ears. He wanted to hear more of it. At least when it wasn’t filled with anger.

“Ladies?” You asked the librarians, without turning your back from Spencer.



“Every single time.” Came their replies.

“…” Spencer had no reply to the three snarky librarians.

“Hmm,” you smirked at Spencer.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer said sincerely. “I didn’t know. If I did, I would’ve eagerly give you the books you needed.” I’d give you anything you want or need, his thoughts said, catching him off guard.

“Oh.” Your heart stuttered. He’s so sweet. And handsome. And obviously he reads since he consistently checks books out from here. And you weren’t expecting this response from him. You were fully expecting him to be this alpha male with a bunch of bravado. “W-well, thank you.”

“What book did you need so urgently that Franny called me?” Spencer couldn’t help but ask, the profiler in him begging to do so. The man in him, curious to hear more from her.

You told him the title. “I need it for my final paper. I-I’m getting my doctorate in psychology and I need it for one of my classes.” 

“Spencer has three PhDs,” Esther added, boasting. 

“Esther, hush,” Franny smacked her shoulder. “Let the kids do it by themselves,” she whispered to her.

“Three?” You were impressed. “Wow. You’d have to be kind of a genius to have three PhDs.” You said non nonchalantly. 

“Well, certifiably, I am a genius. I have an IQ of 185 and can read 20,000 words per minute and have an eidetic memory, but I don’t necessarily like to call myself a genius,” Spencer bashfully said. 

“Whoa…” You breathed. “But you’re totally one. A wonderful, brilliant genius,” the statement accidentally slipped out of your mouth and you blushed.

Spencer laughed, blushing as well. “Thank you.” 

You and Spencer engaged in small talk during the time the librarians were checking in more books. In the back of your mind, you were wondering why they were taking so long. They never take this long. But in your Spencer filled haze, you didn’t care. You smiled at each other, both of you taking in the beauty of each other’s smiles. You quickly moved your stuff aside for him to take a seat next to you on the bench. He quickly glanced at your laptop and instantly read part of your paper. The topic quickly jumped to psychology which jumped into talking about people’s minds, which, thanks to Spencer, jumped to odd facts. You were amazing by this man and all he had to offer. He had given you some extra facts to put into your paper.

Meanwhile, the librarians were smiling at the two of you, silently cheering you both on. The women had never seen Spencer smile as large as he did with you and you had never opened up so quickly to another person. It took even Esther a few months before you even gave her a smile. 

From then on, you and Spencer had a standing date at the library. In your bench. Occasionally Spencer would check out a book you’d randomly mentioned before just to rile you up. He was never able to live down the encounter that caused you to meet. While studying one night, Spencer rushed into the library and planted a kiss on your lips, changing your relationship with that. While he made the first move in your relationship, you made the first move in the bedroom. He was scared of his inexperience and you talked him through it. He proved to be a quick learner and with him reading smut novels for experiences and ideas in the bed, you were never ever unsatisfied.  

You both adopted a dog, which you named Esther because of the dog’s keen sense of smell. Esther found it hilarious and promptly kissed you both on the cheek. “About time you named something after me! I’d better get a baby named after me!” She cackled. 

The team noticed he was always happier and sometimes would walk in with his hair and ties ruffled. Luke could’ve sworn he saw a hickie on Spencer’s neck during a case. When he asked the boy genius about it, he immediately blushed at the memory.

“I want to try something,” you said shyly one night. 

“What?” Spencer smiled, holding you in his lap. He furrowed his brow at your shyness. You’d gotten over that long before. 

“I know you have sensory issues, but…I just want you to feel. Don’t think, but feel,” you told him as you wrapped your arms around him. 

“I don–” He was cut off by you kissing his neck. He laughed, “Y/N, I have no problem with you kissing my — oh.” He felt a wet vacuum on his neck. He could feel your tongue working on his neck, the feeling new to him. It caused a stirring in his body. The same stirring he got when he was aroused. He couldn’t help himself as he grabbed your face and kissed you.

“Spence, I wasn’t done!” You exclaimed. 

Spencer quickly removed your shirt. “And I’m just getting started,” he smiled.

Time passed quickly, yet slowly in your relationship. You were both so happy together. You didn’t know if you could be happier. He had come to your graduation, where you first met the team. They were suspicious and thought he relapsed so they followed him to you. The team loved you instantly. You quickly became a part of the family. JJ and Derek often called you and Spencer to baby sit. You kept your standing date at the library, even though you had no need of studying anymore. The three librarians always happy to see you both.

One day you went to the library to see all of them there. That never happened. Unless, like Spencer said the day you met, there was an event. And you knew there wasn’t. “What’re you ladies doing here?” You asked cheerfully.

“Oh no reason, darlin’,” Dorothy told you, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. Actually, they all looked like that. 

To your surprise, Spencer proposed to you. In that library. On that bench. The squeals from the ladies were deafening. You swore they cheered even louder than Spencer’s team at your wedding. They each made long toasts, the guests confused at first. Esther’s was full of details you both hadn’t known she knew. “Nosy old bat,” Franny had said. Esther had the entire room cackle with laughter. Dorothy’s speech was filled with many, many southern phrasings and accounts of key moments of your relationship which she was witness to. She was always the one you came to during struggles in your relationship. And Franny’s was filled with wisdom, love, and hope. She was the one who orchestrated your first meeting.

No one was surprised, however, when you became pregnant immediately after your wedding; the both of you eager to start a family. Everyone was surprised when your water broke in that fateful library. On your bench. While Spencer panicked and called, in order, the team, then the ambulance. Luckily the three ladies had all enrolled in midwifery quickly after your first meeting and helped you deliver your first child, Diana Dorothy, in that library. On your bench. 

You were happy to inform Esther, a year after giving birth to your first son, that his first word was ‘Esther’. “This is better than having a baby named after me!” She hooted.

Unfortunately, with the times, the three ladies eventually passed. Esther first, Dorothy quickly after, then Franny held on long enough to see the birth of your third child, a girl you’d decided to call Francis Esther. In each of the ladies’ will, there was one statement that remained the same. “Give the library bench to Drs. Spencer and Y/N Reid. It has always been theirs.” 

That bench sat in the library of your home with Spencer, underneath a beautiful window where you’d told your children stories of the three ladies who were responsible for everything they knew. 

100 Personal Questions

Feel free to message me as many questions as you want!

  • 1. List 5 things you want to do before the year ends.
  • 2. What color are your pants?
  • 3. Favorite motivational quote.
  • 4. When was the last time you drank coffee?
  • 5. What was the last thing you ate?
  • 6. Favorite animal.
  • 7. Favorite song.
  • 8. Last movie you watched?
  • 9. Any turn ons?
  • 10. Any turn offs?
  • 11. List 4 big words off of the top of your head.
  • 12. What are some meaningful movies?
  • 13. 2 most important people in your life right now?
  • 14. What are 3 things you want to do before the month ends?
  • 15. When was the last time you read a good book?
  • 16. How long do you study for usually, if you study?
  • 17. Do you have any nicknames?
  • 18. Favorite kind of perfume? (fruity, alluring, etc.)
  • 19. Do you have any international friends / friends who live out of state?
  • 20. What is something unique that you do every single day?
  • 21. If there was a movie based on your life, what would it be called?
  • 22. When was the last time you bought a gift for someone?
  • 23. Are you a shopaholic?
  • 24. What are some songs that always make you feel better?
  • 25. List 3 activities that you can only enjoy by yourself.
  • 26. If you could live in any biome (and survive) which biome would you live in?
  • 27. How do you like being roused in the morning?
  • 28. How was your day? What did you do?
  • 29. What did your last text message say?
  • 30. Do you respond to texts quickly?
  • 31. Who was the last person you called?
  • 32. List 5 things that are on your wish list.
  • 33. If you were famous, what do you think you would be famous for?
  • 34. Winter or summer?
  • 35. What is a quality that all people should have?
  • 36. If you could have a large collection of one item, what would that item be?
  • 37. What have you been thinking about lately?
  • 38. What is the secret to a happy life?
  • 39. What are some phrases you say often?
  • 40. Favorite food?
  • 41. List 3 wishes.
  • 42. What are some of your greatest fears?
  • 43. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
  • 44. Most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen (in real life)?
  • 45. Spicy food:Like or dislike?
  • 46. Scary movies:Like or dislike?
  • 47. Do you like to travel?
  • 48. Any regrets?
  • 49. Do you like rain?
  • 50. What do you spend most of your money on?
  • 51. Would you rather visit the past or the future?
  • 52. Favorite clothing store?
  • 53. What is the best advice you can give to those who are feeling down?
  • 54. How often do you think about your future? Does it scare you?
  • 55. What angers you the most?
  • 56. When was the last time you got majorly angry?
  • 57. When was the last time you got really sad?
  • 58. Are you good at lying?
  • 59. What foreign language would you like to learn?
  • 60. How many languages can you speak and what are they?
  • 61. How often do you go to parties? If you don’t, what do you do instead?
  • 62. What books do you plan to read this year?
  • 63. Do you have breakfast every morning?
  • 64. Tell us a secret.
  • 65. How many concerts have you been to?
  • 66. Last hug?
  • 67. Who knows you better than anyone else?
  • 68. Baths or showers?
  • 69. Do you think you’re ambitious?
  • 70. What song is stuck in your head?
  • 71. Countries you’ve visited?
  • 72. What do you most value in your friends?
  • 73. What helps you to sleep better?
  • 74. What is the most money you have ever held in your hand?
  • 75. What makes you nervous?
  • 76. What is the best advice you’ve ever been given?
  • 77. Is it easier to forgive or forget?
  • 78. First mobile phone?
  • 79. Strangest dream?
  • 80. Best dream?
  • 81. Who is the smartest person you know?
  • 82. Who is the prettiest person on tumblr?
  • 83. Do you miss anyone right now?
  • 84. Who do you love? Why?
  • 85. Do you like sharing?
  • 86. What was the last picture you took with your phone?
  • 87. Is there a reason behind everything that happens?
  • 88. Favorite genre of music?
  • 89. If you had one word to describe yourself, what would it be?
  • 90. Describe your life in 5 words.
  • 91. Describe the world in 4 words.
  • 92. Craziest thing you’ve ever done?
  • 93. First three songs in your favorite playlist?
  • 94. Are you more creative or logical?
  • 95. Would you rather lie or hurt someone with the truth?
  • 96. What are you most proud of?
  • 97. What personality trait do you admire in other people?
  • 98. When you imagine yourself as really, really relaxed and happy, what are you doing?
  • 99. How do you usually start a conversation?
  • 100. What is the best news you could hear right now?
Ask me these 〜( ̄▽ ̄〜)
  • 1. List 5 things you want to do before the year ends.
  • 2. What color are your pants?
  • 3. Favorite motivational quote.
  • 4. When was the last time you drank coffee?
  • 5. What was the last thing you ate?
  • 6. Favorite animal.
  • 7. Favorite song.
  • 8. Last movie you watched?
  • 9. Any turn ons?
  • 10. Any turn offs?
  • 11. List 4 big words off of the top of your head.
  • 12. What are some meaningful movies?
  • 13. 2 most important people in your life right now?
  • 14. What are 3 things you want to do before the month ends?
  • 15. When was the last time you read a good book?
  • 16. How long do you study for usually, if you study?
  • 17. Do you have any nicknames?
  • 18. Favorite kind of perfume? (fruity, alluring, etc.)
  • 19. Do you have any international friends / friends who live out of state?
  • 20. What is something unique that you do every single day?
  • 21. If there was a movie based on your life, what would it be called?
  • 22. When was the last time you bought a gift for someone?
  • 23. Are you a shopaholic?
  • 24. What are some songs that always make you feel better?
  • 25. List 3 activities that you can only enjoy by yourself.
  • 26. If you could live in any biome (and survive) which biome would you live in?
  • 27. How do you like being roused in the morning?
  • 28. How was your day? What did you do?
  • 29. What did your last text message say?
  • 30. Do you respond to texts quickly?
  • 31. Who was the last person you called?
  • 32. List 5 things that are on your wish list.
  • 33. If you were famous, what do you think you would be famous for?
  • 34. Winter or summer?
  • 35. What is a quality that all people should have?
  • 36. If you could have a large collection of one item, what would that item be?
  • 37. What have you been thinking about lately?
  • 38. What is the secret to a happy life?
  • 39. What are some phrases you say often?
  • 40. Favorite food?
  • 41. List 3 wishes.
  • 42. What are some of your greatest fears?
  • 43. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
  • 44. Most beautiful thing you've ever seen (in real life)?
  • 45. Spicy food: Like or dislike?
  • 46. Scary movies: Like or dislike?
  • 47. Do you like to travel?
  • 48. Any regrets?
  • 49. Do you like rain?
  • 50. What do you spend most of your money on?
  • 51. Would you rather visit the past or the future?
  • 52. Favorite clothing store?
  • 53. What is the best advice you can give to those who are feeling down?
  • 54. How often do you think about your future? Does it scare you?
  • 55. What angers you the most?
  • 56. When was the last time you got majorly angry?
  • 57. When was the last time you got really sad?
  • 58. Are you good at lying?
  • 59. What foreign language would you like to learn?
  • 60. How many languages can you speak and what are they?
  • 61. How often do you go to parties? If you don't, what do you do instead?
  • 62. What books do you plan to read this year?
  • 63. Do you have breakfast every morning?
  • 64. Tell us a secret.
  • 65. How many concerts have you been to?
  • 66. Last hug?
  • 67. Who knows you better than anyone else?
  • 68. Baths or showers?
  • 69. Do you think you're ambitious?
  • 70. What song is stuck in your head?
  • 71. Countries you've visited?
  • 72. What do you most value in your friends?
  • 73. What helps you to sleep better?
  • 74. What is the most money you have ever held in your hand?
  • 75. What makes you nervous?
  • 76. What is the best advice you've ever been given?
  • 77. Is it easier to forgive or forget?
  • 78. First mobile phone?
  • 79. Strangest dream?
  • 80. Best dream?
  • 81. Who is the smartest person you know?
  • 82. Who is the prettiest person on tumblr?
  • 83. Do you miss anyone right now?
  • 84. Who do you love? Why?
  • 85. Do you like sharing?
  • 86. What was the last picture you took with your phone?
  • 87. Is there a reason behind everything that happens?
  • 88. Favorite genre of music?
  • 89. If you had one word to describe yourself, what would it be?
  • 90. Describe your life in 5 words.
  • 91. Describe the world in 4 words.
  • 92. Craziest thing you've ever done?
  • 93. First three songs in your favorite playlist?
  • 94. Are you more creative or logical?
  • 95. Would you rather lie or hurt someone with the truth?
  • 96. What are you most proud of?
  • 97. What personality trait do you admire in other people?
  • 98. When you imagine yourself as really, really relaxed and happy, what are you doing?
  • 99. How do you usually start a conversation?
  • 100. What is the best news you could hear right now?
“Flat out” -h.s. Part 2

Part 1



Waking up the morning of your birthday, you tried to keep your nerves in check. You expected pancakes and coffee in the least, but nothing too fancy. Instead, you found a quiet flat thanks to a very still asleep Harry. You didn’t blame him for that though, considering you had a pretty early class anyway. Who would want to get up at 6:30am willingly? 

So you made your own coffee and dressed for school. You wouldn’t be on campus much today anyway, but more in the courthouse. Your professor was working a case, a very high profile case, and you had been asked to be his consulting student. You were very excited about it, but due to the nature of the case and the amount of thugs you were sure you’d encounter, you’d yet to tell Harry about it. He could get protective of this kind of thing, and you didn’t want to have to worry about his feelings and the case at the same time. 

Harry was still asleep when you left, smoothing out your dress as you heels clicked down the hall on the way to the elevator. You’d get a ‘Happy Birthday’ text, you were sure. That at the very least. 

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Reading List

I have received many requests for a reading list, so I will compose one here. I intend to update this post as I find/remember more good material. I’m doing it by author, because if the author is reliable, then their work as a whole usually is. There’s a lot of nonsense out there, and some of it’s really popular.

Take everything in every book with a grain of salt. I promise that every single book you read will have something in it that’s wrong.

Margot Adler: “Drawing Down the Moon” is the best history of Neo-Paganism I’ve been able to find. She has accurate information, and reveals some of the dirty secrets, including some of the things the early leaders (Gardner, Mathers, etc.) lied about. Good primer for the premise that everyone has something to teach, and everyone has a little bullshit to sift through.

Ted Andrews: I consider him quite reliable. I’ve read a couple. Worth looking into.

Paul Beyerl: He is a master herbalist who writes and teaches on the subject, and produced a “Compendium of Herbal Magick” which is quite good.

Raymond Buckland: Top name in Wiccan witchcraft.

Scott Cunningham: One of the major players in making Wiccan witchcraft accessible to the uninitiated. I consider him very reliable, though he is a bit fluffy. He glosses over the dark arts and labels psychoactive herbs as “poisonous” whether they are or not.

Even if Wiccan witchcraft isn’t what you’re looking for, “Wicca: A Guide To the Solitary Practitioner” and “Living Wicca” are still worth reading. His “Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs” is excellent. He also wrote on many other subjects.

Christian Day: I’ve only read “The Witches’ Book of the Dead”, and it was quite good. I’m inclined to say anyone who can teach dark arts well is probably reliable in general. 

Mrs. M Grieve: The serious herbalist should read “A Modern Herbal”. I have a hard copy, but they can be hard to find in good condition. PDF is widely available. Keep in mind that it’s half a century out of date, but most modern herbalists cite or quote her at least once in their own books. I’ve even seen at least one steal exact quotes from “A Modern Herbal” without credit.

Mrs. Grieve does not shy away from poisonous herbs, and expounds on their medicinal properties. Though I would not rely solely on any single text to try to learn to use such things. 

Judy Hall: “The Crystal Bible” is a lovely quick reference on crystal magic. It is concise and easy to read. If you need to be able to explain what a crystal is good for quickly, this is the book you need.

Judika Illes: “The Element Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells” is my absolute favorite witchcraft book. Everyone should have it. Well researched, and the spells are excellent. I rarely use them as anything other than inspiration to write my own, but they’re grand. Please get this book.  

Dorothy Morrison: All I’ve read so far was “Everyday Magic” but it’s one of my favorites. Strongly recommend it. her advice on modernizing your craft and working with what’s available to you is indispensable.

Robert Simmons and Naisha Ahsian: “The Book of Stones” (the second edition is blue, look for that) is my favorite book on crystal magic. Very detailed and very thorough.

Being in love with your mortal enemy is only acceptable when you’re under a spell.

Update: In the two and a half months or so since I read Carry On, my Word document of fanfiction is now just under 30,000 words long. … Though now that uni is back I probably won’t be writing as much (that said, I’ll probably think of some great new idea overnight that I can’t wait to start writing). Maybe I should write shorter fics. Anyway, here is 7.5k words of fluff.


‘I think I’ve finally got it,’ Penny announces while we’re at the breakfast table.

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anonymous asked:

I was reading a contemporary review of The Lord of the Rings when I discovered mention of a series called "Biography of the Life of Manuel", which according to Wikipedia, had posters made of the fictional setting's map at the height of it's popularity in the 20s. Heard of it before? Anything worth digging into?

Their star has certainly dimmed somewhat over the decades, but the Poictesme books by James Branch Cabell are absolutely worth reading! The first and best book, Figures of the Earth, is in the public domain, and I recommend you check it out. 

Here’s a trivia question: who were the two most popular and influential fantasy and genre writers of the early 20th Century? 

If you answered some combination of Tolkien, Lovecraft, or Robert E. Howard, you’re wrong. They were not well known in their own time and were only rediscovered decades later (Tolkien and Lovecraft by the 60s counterculture, and Howard by the paperback boom, mostly thanks to the instantly iconic Frazetta covers). The two most famous and influential writers of what today we’d call fantasy, at the time, were James Branch Cabell and Abraham Merritt, two writers that, today, are mostly forgotten. 

I am going to talk about Abraham Merritt a little later when I do another “Dead Fandoms” bit, but James Branch Cabell is interesting because he was basically an Umberto Eco type, in that, like works like Eco’s Baudolino, he set it in a fantastical version of the past where you’re not sure where history ends and the fantasy begins. And like Umberto Eco, and like Vonnegut too, because he’s literary and good, people don’t often think of Cabell as a genre writer, one of the many little hypocritical double standards that keep scifi and fantasy in a ghetto. He reminds me a lot of my favorite fantasy novel, which does a lot of the same things, Tim Powers’ On Stranger Tides.

The first great book in the series, Figures of the Earth, was the story of Manuel, an unchivalrous cowherd in the fictional southern French region of Poictesme who rises up to become Count in humorous and often anti-heroic ways; it often feels like a Don Quixote type wiseass deconstruction of knight and fairy stories. Manuel is a gloomy, cynical guy who doesn’t enjoy the high station he achieved, who’s worldview is reflected in his coat of arms,  Mundus vult decipi, or  “The world wants to be deceived, so let it be deceived.”

Why is it that Cabell no longer occupies the position of THE fantasy author? Partly, it’s that his work relies on humor, and what counts as funny changes very quickly. Also, historically, guys in ghettoized genres that are widely read and critically acclaimed in genre writing don’t have lasting popularity; just take a look at scifi’s Philip Wyle, author of When Worlds Collide and Gladiator, who was influential in his own day and widely read even by normies, but who, today isn’t as important as the pure genre guys who put-putted along in the pulps like Asimov and Clarke before bursting out. 

Rather, I’d say the reason we don’t read Poictesme as much as we used to, is that the most important moment in the entire history of the genre we call fantasy was when the counterculture of the 1960s, the hippies, started to pay attention to it, and this caused a realignment as to what works were “central” to the genre (Tolkien, who was good but ignored, was in, and Cabell and Merritt were out). One of the most important books of the 20th Century was The Morning of the Magicians, printed in 1963, which not only created the “New Age Movement” as we know it today, and is patient zero for every single occult and paranormal oddity we see in the culture today. 

In Morning of the Magicians, the authors specifically mention a writer who was then mostly forgotten, but who appealed to their sense of unreality and cosmic oddity: H.P. Lovecraft. (Strictly speaking, Lovecraft isn’t a fantasy author by today’s standards, but this is typical of the genre fluidity that existed in early fantasy; the strictly non-supernatural Gormenghast books were once considered fantasy, too). It absolutely makes a difference that one of the most important and widely read works of the 20th Century brought up Tolkien and Lovecraft, and they embodied more of what that generation wanted to see in fantasy, like a sense of loss and love of the natural world, a hostility to modernism, etc. Cabell’s gloomy Tim Burton-goes-to-Oz books were less important. That re-alignment of the fantasy genre’s core works was downright seismic, and it’s shaped what we’ve been dealing with ever since. 

Tom Holland x Reader : Naked Neighbor

Hello again! I am back with some more stuff. This isn’t exactly explicit smut, but there is mentions of…er dick. Hope you enjoy! Send me a message and reblog if you enjoyed. xoxoxox

I love summer. The warmth, sunshine, and trips to the lake always remind me of home, but I haven’t had a very fun summer so far. It’s rained every single day since Memorial Day, and I’ve had enough of it. Today is different. When I woke up this morning and saw a cloudless sky and a brightly shining sun, I knew it was going to be a good day.

The first thing I do is grab my lounge chair and current book I’ve been reading and head straight out onto my balcony. I’m not sure how long this weather will last, and I want to make the best of it.

A smile spreads across my face as I feel the sun on my skin. I take in a deep breath of fresh hair, smelling the daisies that my sister planted earlier in the season. The reason that I love this house so much is the amazing balcony that is attached to my bedroom. I get a lovely view of the neighborhood and–oh my God.

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Second Love (pt. 01)

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader.
Genre: Angst, SummerLove AU, Fluff & (future) Smut
Word Count: 9k

A/N: This is the first part of this “short story”. I’ll upload the second part next week. Enjoy! <3

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02  |  Pt. 03

Winter, 2016

You hate Sundays.

You have always hated them. There’s something about them you can’t quite decipher… 

Is it because you know the weekend has come to an end and a new boring week is going to start? Is it monotony? Loneliness? Sadness? Nostalgia?
You hate Sundays, but this specific Sunday, today, you can feel a heavy feeling in the back of your head.

Is it because of the cloudy sky? Or is it just you? Is it the cold weather of Seoul’s Winter? Or is it just you?

You sigh and rub your temples as you place your head in the window, the only thing separating you from the freezing glass is your grey beanie.

It has been a rough day at the hospital. Running up and down and not even stopping to have a cup of coffee. The snow has blocked some of the main roads and it has caused a few accidents. Blood, bones, people crying, more blood…

You hate Sundays. No, you hate winter Sundays.

All you want to do is arrive to your small apartment, call your mom, call your sister, have a nice bath and eat some pizza while cuddling in the sofa with your American Stanford: Pongo.

As the bus makes its way through the crowded streets of the city you moved in when you were ten, you look at the skyscrapers, the lights, the snow that covers the pavement, the people (hating Sundays as much as you do for what you can see in their faces) the cars, the streets… You would usually read a book as you always spend forty five minutes in the bus, but you finished the one Mei lend you last week and you have already read all the books you own, which are a few to say the least. 

It seems like another boring ride home on another boring Sunday evening. Or at least it seems so until the bus stops. 

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The Green Wiccan Herbal - Silja

Overall Score: 4.5/5
Is It Worth Buying: YES! One of my favourite beginner books. Why don’t more people rave about this?
Quick Overview: A joy. Don’t be fooled by the title; you don’t have to be Wiccan to get something good out of this book. Amazing for people who struggle to follow dense text filled tomes. I would suggest this to anyone interested in using herbs more in their practise.

I’d like to leave a note that these thoughts regard this book and this book alone. I am not aware of the strengths, weaknesses or actions of the author outside of this book, whether they are good or bad.

I love this book. Ok, now that we have that out of the way, this is why I love it. 

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Reading slumps are the bane of my existence. If you haven’t been one you’re extremely luck, I envy you. If you’re currently in a book slump, I feel your pain and I am so sorry. Hopefully these tips will help you get out of this bookish hell you’re stuck in.

  1. DON’T PANIC! What you’re going through is completely normal. Don’t feel guilty about not being able to finish a book or not being able to even start one. It’s okay! You’ll get past it; your love for reading hasn’t gone away. 

  2. Start small. Jumping into a huge book when you’re in a book slump can be dangerous. Don’t put a lot of pressure on yourself to read a 700 page book; I wouldn’t want you to feel overwhelmed. Start with something short and easy. Maybe a novella, even a fanfiction. Anything that will slowly get you back on track. 

  3. Setting a goal. What I find works best is setting a schedule or a goal. Maybe read for 20 minutes a day or 3 days a week for 15 minutes. It’s just enough to lure you back in without getting frustrated. Set something up that works for you! 

  4. Find a friend to read with. Reading with a friend is always fun. Your friend will hold you accountable and hopefully making reading more interesting. If your friends aren’t big readers you can find someone on tumblr to read with or join a reading group! 

  5. Shake things up a bit. If you always read contemporary romances maybe try a different genre. Spice things up by picking a book you wouldn’t normally read! 

  6.  Audiobooks. You can rent audiobooks from your library or buy them from Amazon and even iTunes. The good thing about audiobooks is that you can take them anywhere. Cleaning out your closet? Listen to an audiobook. Going on a road trip? Bring an audiobook with you! Someone annoying you? Pop in your headphones and listen to a book. (Just kidding about that last one…maybe.)

  7. Browse your local bookstore or library. Sometimes surrounding yourself with books and people that read will get you excited enough to pick up a book! 

  8.  Read reviews. Nothing sparks my interest to read more than talking about books with my friends and reading reviews. Check out review sites ::cough:: mine ::cough:: like Goodreads! 

  9. Re-read one of your favorites. Sometimes when you re-read a familiar book it can jump start your desire to read.

  10. Don’t push yourself. You don’t need to read every single day. Give yourself a break from reading and pick up a new hobby or maybe watch a new show. If you try to force yourself into doing something you don’t want to do then you’re only going to frustrate yourself. It’s okay if you don’t feel like reading.

I hope these tips and the above suggested books help you get out of your reading slump! Good luck!
xoxo Jessica


Study Buddies.

Brett Talbot x Female!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Can you writte a Brett smut wheres reader is a typical good and shy girl and Brett really wants to fuck her :’) and one day they are alone at readers hause ;
and yeah, you know how it ends xD”
Warnings: Language and smut 😋

  “Alright, boys and girls, you all know the drill! Get your stuff out and get ready for some notes!” Coach droned.
  We all knew that he didn’t want to be here any more than any of us did. It was the same thing in class every single day.
  I got my stuff out and heard my phone buzz. I took it out, expecting a message from Scott McCall about pack business. But, it wasn’t Scott. It was Brett Talbot, my best friend.

          Brett💓: You look good today.😋

  I rolled my eyes and smile. My outfit wasn’t anything special. It was a black tank top, ripped jeans, and my all black converse.

         Me: Thanks, Brett! 😊 Shouldn’t you be paying attention tho?

  “Ms. Y/L/N? Do you want to read the passage from the book to the class?” Coach asked me.
  My ears got hot and my nerves got jumpy. “N-N-No, Sir.” I whispered.
  Finstock nodded, being aware of how shy I am. Someone else started reading and I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t even realized that it took the entire class to calm my nerves. The bell rang and I came to the realization that I didn’t get any notes.
  “Shit.” I mumbled.
  “Woah-oh-oh! Such an ugly word from such a pretty mouth.” Brett walked to where I was packing my stuff.
  I sighed. “I know, I know, but I didn’t get any notes today. Brett, I don’t ever miss notes! What am I going to do?”
  Brett put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll come over tonight and give you the notes and go over the lesson with you too.”
  “God, you are a life saver!” I hugged him.
  Brett squeezed my waist. “Alrighty then, go to class or you’re going to be late. I love you!”
  I waved and walked out the door. “I love you, too!”

         Brett’s P.O.V

  I groaned when Y/N walked out of Coach’s room. I’m glad she didn’t catch me staring at her cleavage that was falling out of her tank top. I adjusted the bulge in the front of my basketball shorts.
  Y/N is my best friend, and she has been for the past ten years, but now I can’t help but want to be more than friends.
  The final bell rang and I ran to class; the only thing I could think of was how I was going to make “more than friends” work when I go over tonight.

         Y/N’s P.O.V

  As soon as the last bell rang I sped out to my car. I wanted to get to my house before Brett did.
  I got up to my room and threw my stuff on the bed with a huff. It was super hot in my room, so I put on some shorts and threw my hair up into a messy bun. I took my books out of my backpack and started reading the passage from class today.
  Five minutes later, there was a tapping coming from my window. I smiled and opened my window to let Brett in.
  “Why couldn’t you use the front door?” I stretched my hands over my head and groaned.
  Brett’s eyes moved to my stomach, where my tank top had rode up.
  “Um, maybe because that is no fun at all?” He smiled.
  “Well, as long as you have the notes, I don’t care how you get into my house.” I hugged Brett.
  Brett hugged me back, but he held on to me for a little bit longer than he usually does.
  “Okay, let’s get our homework done, yeah?” I sat on my bed and patted the empty space in front of me.
  Brett came to me and put his backpack on the bed.
  “Don’t put your shoes on my bed, Brett Talbot. I will screw you up.”
  Brett raised his voice. “Your gonna what?!”
  I leaned back. “I’m gonna screw you up.”
  “Oh. Okay, sorry.”

         Brett’s P.O.V

  Holy shit! I definitely did NOT hear her say that last word. Y/N is seriously going to be the death of me.

         Y/N’s P.O.V

  Brett chuckled nervously. I shrugged it off. “So, what all did Coach talk about during class today?” I asked.
  Brett flipped to the page from class in his textbook. “The lesson was about the French Revolution. More specifically, the Tennis Court Oath.”
  I nodded and slid Brett’s notebook closer to me and finished copying notes for that section.
  “I love you, Y/N.” Brett said.
  “I love you, too, Brett.” I answered absent-mindedly.
  Brett took my pen out of my hand. He lifted my chin until I looked him in the eyes. “No, Y/N, I love you. I want to be with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
  I couldn’t even find the right words to respond to Brett. “Brett…I don’t know what to say…”
  Brett leaned forward. His lips barely touched mine. “Say yes, Y/N. Say you’ll be with me.”
  “Yes, Brett. I’ll be with you.” I answered without even having to think about it.
  Brett closed the gap between our lips. I leaned back and pulled Brett down with me. Our books and other school stuff got pushed onto the floor. Brett’s hand moved to the front of my shorts.
  I broke the kiss. “Brett, I’m-I’m a virgin.”
  Brett gave me a sweet smile. “I’ll go slow, sweet girl.”
  “Promise.” Brett kissed me again.
  Brett helped me out of my shorts. I giggled a little bit. I pulled off my shirt, showing Brett my naked chest. Brett hissed and discarded his clothes faster than humanly possible. (HAHAHA)
  Brett pulled something out of his basketball shorts. A condom.
  “Awfully prepared for this, aren’t you, Talbot?” I quizzed.
  Brett blushed. “I-uh-well-you see…”
  I laughed and kissed his lips again, just to shut him up.
  Brett rolled the condom on. Brett put his finger on my clit. I started to moan instantly. Brett’s expert finger got me completely soaked in no time at all.
  “Are you ready, baby?” Brett asked.
  I bit my lip and nodded quickly.
  Brett pushed into me slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped his shoulder tightly. The sharp, tearing pain made my eyes well up with tears. Brett continued slowly until he was buried inside of my pussy completely. He stayed still for some time.
  “It’s okay for you to move now. I’m okay now.” I breathed.
  Brett pulled out some then slid back in. There was still some pain but it subsided after two of there strokes, and turned into pleasure.
  “How are you doing? Does it hurt?” Brett stroked my face with one of his hands.
  I moaned. “I’m fine. It feels good, Brett. Really good.”
  Brett laughed softly and sped up a little. My moans and his moans got slightly louder and louder.
  Thank god my parents aren’t home. I thought.
  With one particular thrust, Brett hit a spot inside of me that made me arch my back. “Holy fuck. I don’t know what you just did, but do it again.”
  A smirk appeared on Brett’s face and he duplicated his actions for the second time. An unfimiliar feeling started to form in my abdomen. It felt like a knot that was on the verge of exploding.
  “Brett, I’m–oh, god–” I panted.
  Brett groaned. “Me too, sweetheart, just a little longer.”
  Brett thrusted twice more and a feeling of euphoria  washed over me. Brett pulled out and laid down beside me.
  “That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life before.” I rested my hand on my forehead and caught my breath.
  “It’s better the second time, baby. Just saying.” Brett said.
  I smiled. “How about, in a few minutes, we test that?”

Pynch Fic Rec - G&T Rated


A couple of days ago I was asked to provide a Pynch fic rec.
What follows is me being a PhD student at heart (more than I would like to) and  surveying my Ao3 History to find every fic I’ve ever read while connected to my account *coff-literaturereview-coff*.

The fics I’m listing here, in strict alphabetical order, are stuff that I read between June ‘16 and now. I tried to restrain myself to putting WIPs or too many brutally famous fics. As such, it is obviously incomplete (there are fics I really love or I have in my To Read bucket that are missing) but I hope it will dust off some of the amazing creative content we have in the fandom <3

For each and every one of the listing, I put the author and their tumblr (if someone can point me to the missing ones, I’ll be grateful). I encourage everyone to go into their personal page and check other stuff they wrote. Each and every one of them is excellent!

And now…enjoy :DDD (+ over here for the M&E rated)

A Dreamer’s Thighs by @nhasablog

Rating: G, Featuring: Tickling, for God’s sake! A lot of sexual tension as well.

Personally: This his short, silly and adorable, because we can’t always be serious. On a separate note, I would die to have an vaguely filthy extension of this ficlet because trust me, it’s asking for it.

A movie script ending
by adamganseys ( @lorelaiglmore )

Rating: T, Featuring: AU where Adam works in a cinema and his just about as exhausted as usual. Cue Ronan and Gansey coming for a show and Ronan’s shoulder being there just at the right time to start a pining sequence.

Personally: Another one of the fics I fished out and immediately went like “oh no, OMG, I remember this one, it was amazing!” Highly recommended for good AU construction and amazing build-up.

Awake and unreal
by Usedtoromanticize ( @admlynch )

Rating: T, Featuring: Heart-shattering approach to soul marks, clueless boys, a canon modification that entwines with book events.

Personally: I found this fic through another person rec I think, and it was one the best choice of read I’ve ever made, the AU is rooted in the childhood of our beloved boys and I can’t get enough of it, NEVER.

Breathe you in every single day
by pendules ( @indierockharry )

Rating: T, Featuring: Adam obsesses over Ronan touching him and tries to figure out how this whole physical contact stuff works.

Personally: My jam, absolutely. Very soft and exploratory in a way I absolutely appreciate, and worthy every awwww. ❤

Dizzy drunken dream
by ionlyloveyouironically ( @1980sghostboy )

Rating: T, Featuring: Adam is sick, Gansey is clueless, Ronan and Henry are adorable in dealing with it.

Personally: Made of the stuff of the awwww, Adam’s stubbornness is spot on.

Had to start it somewhere
by memorde ( @memordes )

Rating: T, Featuring: Ronan gets insistent and unbelievable in his grocery shopping when he zeros on the cashier, Adam.

Personally: this fic is short, lovely and absolutely hilarious, the type of cheesy trope AU we all need in our rainy days.

Like Storms
by ggrantaire ( @helengansey)

Rating: T, Featuring: College-AU, the gang getting together at a totally different moment, Adam is selectively mute, Noah is still a ghost and feels are too much to handle. (((WIP)))

Personally: everyone and their sisters recommended this fic, I think but I will second it nonetheless because it’s really good, with that vague diffuse softwarm feeling of things that can work out well and with a very original approach to not-usually-featured issues.

Sizzling Like Your Stare
by coffeehanjan ( @nottrising )

Rating: T, Featuring: AU were Adam works at Nino’s, Ronan has the biggest crush ever and the result is endearing even though a normal person (like Blue) will suspect stalking.

Personally: This! Fic! Jesus! Christ! It’s so cute I cannot even, the best trope ever with the best execution. A+++ 11/10 would rec again. ❤

Sleep deprivation
by ronanlynchisneversleepingagain ( @iamneversleepingagain )

Rating: T, Featuring: Adam runs a study on sleep deprivation and our favourite hooligan is there to do what he usually does.

Personally: I would read a long fic with several thousands words for this thing, I’m reccing it because the world needs to share my obsession.

Tears and vines
by adamganseys ( @lorelaiglmore )

Rating: T, Featuring: Right after Robert Parrish’s trial, emotional turmoil, softness and fluffness at St. Agnes, loads of comforting cuddles.

Personally: *squeezes this fic hard* so fluffly, so adorable, so heartfelt, the dialogues are amazing and there is some soothing of The Utter Pain that we all needed.

The place you sleep
by asael ( @mistrusts​ )

Rating: T, Featuring: The Pynch relationship as a progression of napping moments, so cute, so fluffy, so tender.

Personally: There are few trends I ADORE more than Pynch+Sleeping, this was the perfect Secret Santa hanging around and I loved it.

You live like this?
by ronanlynchisneversleepingagain ( @iamneversleepingagain​ )

Rating: T, Featuring: that infamous tumblr post with the burglar trying to rob an overly-poor person and ending up helping him instead.

Personally: hilarious, fluffy, really endearing, Ronan as modern Robin Hood is the best thing ever.

As someone doing an English degree, I know how hard it is to read efficiently when you have 50,000 books and only a few weeks to read them (i’m exaggerating a little ofc). I also know that not everyone enjoys reading and I know how easy it is to leave reading to the last minute because ‘it’s only a short novel’. Well, here are some tips to make the most of your time and read efficiently, when you don’t really want to, don’t have the time to or would rather be doing something else.

I regularly see tips that say to get the most from a book, you need to read it at least twice. Ignore that. If you’re like me and have 3 books a week (minimum), you don’t really have the time or the patience to read them twice. Instead, read them once, but slowly. Take your time with the first read and actually understand it, instead of reading it once as quickly as you can and trying to find time to read it again in a futile attempt at actually understanding what you’ve read.

A key part of reading efficiently is actually reading the book. So set yourself daily targets of how many pages or chapters you need or want to complete. Set a target that is manageable and set them to cater to the events that occur in your day. Say if the book is due Friday and you start reading on Monday, but you have a lunch date with your friends on Wednesday and you really need to study for your biology exam which you care about more - set yourself reasonable targets to accommodate those things rather than pushing the reading aside completely because you’re ‘too busy’.

These are good for remembering details of the book when you are finished. After each chapter, spend a couple of minutes writing a chapter overview. Note down any important events, characters, themes and settings. Lined post-it notes are good for this, but you can always put them in a notebook too. I usually put the post-it notes on the last page of the chapter, so I can flick through the book after and know which chapter it is for, but again - do whatever feels best for you. If your book doesn’t have chapters or very few, maybe do overviews every 20-50 pages, depending on the length of the book. These are just to make your life easier and so you don’t have to remember every single chapter. You’ll have the overviews to refresh your memory.

While you’re reading, highlight - or tab if you’re uncomfortable with or can’t highlight the book - in different colours the different things you need. Usually this is themes, characters, settings, literary devices etc, but also highlight or underline things that stand out to you. Even with highlighting, it’s good to tab the pages so you can find them again. If you aren’t comfortable with marking a book, you can do this in a notebook, but it might take a little longer writing out the quotes. Remember to make a key of these colours, because you will need remember what each colour is for.

It’s very easy to get comfortable when reading and not take in anything. You need to be on your game the whole time, no matter where you’re reading. Feel free to put on study or relaxing music, but don’t get comfy. Sit at your desk or on your bed with your back against the wall, so long as you tell your body that you’re studying and not just reading for pleasure. You don’t want to be reading and miss important things, not when you’re short of time. You can get comfy when you’ve finished!

You never truly realise how much you understand a book until you talk about it. When you’re finished reading, you’re not finished studying the book. Discuss the book with someone. Even if they haven’t read it themselves, talk to parents or friends. Tell them that you’ve been reading X and you found this, this and this interesting, but that one scene confused you. Discussing the book helps and sometimes people can help you grasp a clearer understanding of your text.

SparkNotes and Smoop are useful study aids and will be a life saver. Please don’t rely on them. Just using them instead of reading won’t work and your teacher will know. But they will help your understanding and will help you pick up bits you might’ve missed. They will also help with contextual information and they’re good for an overview when you’ve finished. Don’t use them before you’re done reading though. Trust me, it’s for the best.

I don’t mean re-read the book. Re-read your notes the day before the book is due so you can fill in any blanks in your notes and understanding. Anything that is missing can be filled in during that day before the book is due and you’ll feel super accomplished on the day. You can compile your notes into one notebook and prettify them now, if that’s what makes you happy or helps you. Make them useful for your understanding is the key part, of course. But just reading through everything will put it fresh in your mind.

You can choose to do this before or after reading, but don’t do it during. Contextual research is generally boring (at least for me) but it is super useful for understanding or just to sound clever in an essay. It can also fill in a lot of blanks and help you get knowledge of what is happening. Literature and history have a lot of connections and knowing the history of literature and of your novel is super useful. Always attempt some sort of contextual research, even if it’s just reading those little intro bits in the classics or whatever.

So you’ve finished reading, research and making notes? Relax! Reward yourself. Get a cup of tea, pat yourself on the back and get an early night. You deserve it! Reading can be exhausting and if you’re gonna remember anything in the morning, you need some good sleep and to feel good about yourself.

And with that - HAPPY READING!

I hope this was helpful for everyone and if you need any more advice, don’t be afraid to ask me, your teacher, your parents or even your friends!

Okay, so I was pretty sure just by the GIFs and such that I was going to really like Cassian once I saw Rogue One. What I didn’t anticipate was how much I was going to looooove him! I adored the fact that he was complicated. Yes, he was a hero but he was also a man who had done terrible things in the name of good.

Originally posted by diegoandgael

This moment here? *points up* It straight-up shocked me. And it made me sorta sit up and go, “Well, apparently there are going to be a few more layers to the good captain than I was expecting!” That was a brilliant moment because you saw what he was willing to do to achieve his objective and to follow his orders.

Originally posted by lovegoocl

It made the tension so much higher later on when we knew he had orders to kill Jyn’s dad Galen. Even though I knew he wouldn’t do it (’cause spoilers are everywhere when you don’t get to see a thing right away so I didn’t even try ;) ), I still found myself sorta holding my breath and all, “Wait, is he going to pull the trigger???”

Originally posted by jynandor

He’s a good man who’s been broken by this long, arduous fight. And then he meets Jyn.

Originally posted by hominum-revelio

I love that she’s broken in her own ways, hardly a perfect person but still a good one. As she learns to have hope again, she inspires it in others. She inspires it in Cassian.

Originally posted by gretamaya

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Originally posted by kyloshipsreylo

I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve never been fond of the “everybody dies” ending. When all’s said and done, I’d rather my movies and books and such just lie to my face and tell me that everybody’s fine and no one was hurt and every single person had a happy ending. *nodnods* ;)

That said, though, I think once they committed to this ending, they carried it out well. No one died uselessly or needlessly. They died heroes, saving people who would never even know their names. And, holy moly, the ending with Jyn and Cassian? This was perfection.

He came back for her. He’d been shot, taken a huge fall, then managed to climb all the way back up to get back to her side. To help her achieve their goal. To save her, even though they were doomed anyway.

Originally posted by krasnaya-ledi

Originally posted by captains-and-rebels

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Originally posted by bossard

That little moment there, when he closes his eyes and holds onto her tighter. That’s just… Man. What a character arc this movie took him through!

Originally posted by dailyrebelcaptain

And what character arcs for them both! Two broken people having learned to trust again, learning to have hope again, clinging together as they save the galaxy but their world ends.

Originally posted by jynandor

That’s a beautiful, tragic, epic OTP right there. But maybe not as tragic as all that. They’re one with the Force and the Force is with them.

Originally posted by geekybasket

Q&A: Why your thoughts aren’t becoming things

Q: Everyone says “thoughts become things” and I’ve been thinking about only what I want. Focusing on what I want instead of what I don’t want. But nothing is changing or happening? Why? I’m really frustrated, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Also, every time I see people having what I want or are living the life I wish I could have, I get jealous and wonder why I don’t have that and therefore feel bad. And it happens so often too. How can I change that?

A: This is one of the most honest questions I have ever been asked. So thank YOU for the opportunity to discuss this. The truth is your thoughts are becoming things, but the missing link is to understand your feelings become things much faster. Here’s how to master both:

1. The first thing is to make a list of your desires, and rank them from the smallest to the biggest goal. And now, make it a point to go after the biggest one. The smaller goals will be fulfilled with very little effort. This is because in focusing on a “big” goal, you are raising your energy past number 5, 4, 3, and 2 to get to 1! 

2. When you think of what you want, you are no closer to achieving it. This is not the law of attraction. (I was as shocked as you are right now!) When you think of a goal, the Universe thinks “he/she wants to keep wanting it”  and so you stay in that state. The day you begin to imagine you have already fulfilled the goal, then the creative magic begins. Think of it as a 100m sprint: instead of standing at the Start Line imagining the end, put yourself 1st place on the podium accepting the gold medal around your neck! When you shift time in your imagination like this, let yourself start to feel that it could be true, it could be you. 

3. What you resist, you attract too. We all have things we don’t want so we try not to think of them. But be honest about your inner mental conversations. Is there something you still feel resentment towards? A situation or a person? What are you scared of, illness or poverty? These are all types of resistance. And resistance is a powerful energy that will keep you stuck in an unhappy cycle unless and until you decide you’ve had enough. Begin today to write the following affirmation out 10 times a day, morning and night: “I release every one to their highest good and me to mine.” If it feels uncomfortable or you make excuses for delaying it, you know that is your resistance speaking!

4. Understand how your life is right now is only a product of how you used to think. You did the best with what you had. The best news is that this is a new moment of creation. You’ve asked the question because you’re ready to take responsibility for your life. Whatever you’re not happy with right now, just let it be for a while. Create one hour a day (minimum) where you write out affirmations, see your “biggest” goal in your imagination, see who you want to be in your imagination, meditate a little, and have positive/calming music playing the entire hour. The music will create a new Neuro-Linguistic Programming in your brain to get you to feel as good about your desires as you do about the songs! 

5. Frustration: This one word deserves a paragraph in itself. Decide now that you will no longer let yourself feel frustration. That F word is burning your dreams and birthing jealousy towards people you otherwise love, and is making you judge yourself. Your heart and soul have waited until today for you to be kinder to yourself. Enough is enough. Frustration is a fire. When you feel it creeping back into your mind, pause and try to see who is feeling the frustration? Is it a voice in your mind? Who is listening to it? Realize you are the one that listens to your inner dialogue, you are NOT your thoughts themselves. 

6. When you see others have what you want there are a few ways to go about it. You could realize that there is no end to how much you can have, and how much they can have! You can see that the Universe is showing you desires that match yours to show you its listening to you. You can realize how amazing it is that we are all here to be, do and have anything we want. When you feel any envy, just be aware of it and talk to it as you would a child. It is only your ego feeling left out and scared. The ancient ego within us all operates with a fight or flight mentality, and believes if it doesn’t get what it needs to survive then it will die. It’s as simple as that. However, this is a lie and deep down you know it. Somewhere within your feelings, your gut, you know that life is about to get very good for you, and every single person you have the honour of knowing. 

There’s work to be done to live the life you want, as you can see. Read over this a few times, and begin to take the action listed. And each day, imagine you’re at Day One and try again. The action is easy once you start. Also, try to cut out every negative book, song, TV show, film and piece of news in your life for 30 days. This negativity detox is essential as you begin to change your thinking. Also try to read The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale, he will be a good friend to you right now. 

Note: If anyone at all has any questions then please feel free to inbox me. I shall answer in this anonymous format so we may all benefit. 

Please share this post, you never know who might need to see it. 

You Have No Idea

At lunch with a friend recently, I heard the following,

“Every time I sit down to write, I just know that it’s terrible and I cringe that anyone has to read it, so I’m really glad I’m not a writer.”

My friend wasn’t a writer by profession. She was just talking about the writing she has to do for her regular job. Nonetheless, I told her that if she were a writer, I would tell her that the first thing she needs to do is get rid of the idea that she knows in advance if something she writes is going to be good or bad. The attitude that so many people have (often instilled in them from bad writing teachers in school) is what prevents a lot of us from unlocking our writing potential.

You’re not a bad writer.

You’re just getting started.

Telling yourself that you’re bad is the best way to never get started.

This idea that we prejudge what we’re good or bad at before we even put words to the page is just so damaging. And in our culture, people do it all over the place. I’m bad at music because I can’t just pick up an instrument and play a concerto. I’m bad at cooking because I burn things sometimes. I’m bad at exercising because I’m overweight or slow. I’m bad at dancing because I have to focus so hard on listening to the music that sometimes I step on someone else’s foot.

Caring about other people’s opinions is half the problem.

The other half of the problem is not giving yourself a chance.

I’m not saying everyone is destined to become Yo-Yo Ma if they’d just practice every day. But you can enjoy things even if you’re not making a profession out of them. And you may be surprised if you give yourself a chance to see what you can do if you stop telling yourself it’s impossible.

Everyone is bad to begin with. Yes, even professionals. My first draft of a novel is often terrible. And most of my ideas are laughably bad. You just don’t see all of them because I accept that most of what I write is going to be bad and I give myself permission to make mistakes and try it anyway. Then I choose the best parts. Later.

You have no idea what’s going to be good or bad while you’re producing it. This is one of the first rules that I think creative types need to learn. Especially at the beginning, you’re going to feel uncomfortable trying things out and you’re going to have to learn to withhold judgment for a little while.

I’m sitting right now on a short story that I’ve decided I need to give a couple of months before I decide whether or not I should send it out. That’s normal for me. Sometimes, I’m pleasantly surprised at how good something I wrote is. Sometimes the reverse happens and I put it away. Sometimes I cut out six chapters in a book and rewrite them all. Sometimes the idea of the book is good but every single word I’ve got down is wrong and it’s time to start from the beginning. This doesn’t mean I’m a bad writer. It means I’m a writer.

This process of judging good from bad is part of being a writer, but you’ve got nothing to judge if you don’t give yourself a chance.

I don’t know who told you that you’re a bad writer, but that’s not their job. A teacher isn’t supposed to give that as feedback. They’re supposed to help you get better. Spelling mistakes and run-on sentence issues are not problems that have stopped a bunch of professional writers I know. Trust me on this. That’s what copy editors are for.

Stop pre-judging your efforts before you even try. I mourn sometimes for the great works of literature we will never see because so many people think that they’re no good because it’s not perfect out of the chute. You have no idea.

anonymous asked:

I love Bridget Jones too! I'm curious as to why it's your favorite Pride & Prejudice adaption? And also why you think it's pretty much perfect? I'm always looking for bonuses to add to my list of reasons why it's so great P.S. I absolutely ADORE you and your blog

Thanks anon!

Honestly it grew out of a knee-jerk response to not wanting to be drawn into the petty 1995 vs. 2005 P&P Discourse that rages to this day, as well as general eye-rolling disgruntlement at the sheer number of P&P adaptations, compared to the rest of Austen’s body of work (or other classic literature…or just other stories, period.) It’s very, very easy for me to just get tired of Pride and Prejudice, because it’s everywhere, and it was most people’s gateway drug.

Now I’m a notably contrary person. Like, I have family nicknames based on how much I am apt to resist a Thing the moment I perceive that anyone wants me to engage with or enjoy a Thing. I have such a massive and almost instinctive mistrust of popular things that it’s probably just best not to outright recommend things to me, but rather just silently place them in my field of vision and back away slowly. Is this petty and stupid of me? Absolutely! But it’s how I roll.

So between this and the Discourse over the most recent big-budget adaptations of P&P, my favourite P&P was always going to have to be a little different. (Honourable mention to Bride and Prejudice in a very close second place.)

Bridget Jones’s Diary, as a film and as a book (I’ve only ever seen snippets of the newspaper articles it took as its initial form,) preserves so much of what’s brilliant about the character and story of Pride and Prejudice, and updates it in a way that is just endlessly fun and funny. A modern P&P that’s a straightforward rom-com is just a little too sickly-sweet. Where Bridget Jones and B&P get it super-right, for me, is that the sad-clown comedy hijinks are ramped up to an impressive degree of embarrassing pathetic-ness. The sheer amount of fucking-up that Bridget and her comrades accomplish is what makes it amazing. I don’t need a heroine whose life problems are a result of a simple miscommunication or cutely contrived circumstances. I need a heroine who leaps without looking, has a ridiculous mother who she loves anyway, and who pushes a confession of Feelings away with both hands because she’s surrounded by so much bullshit all day, every day and doesn’t exactly know what to do with something true, so she’s just not going to do anything with it.

What Bridget Jones’s Diary aces, and which other adaptations can oftentimes miss the mark on (at least until the third act epiphany to spur the final arc of mature character development,) is Elizabeth Bennet’s intrinsic vulnerability. She is flying by the seat of her elasticized pants. She is lippy and laughing because there’s a part of her that knows–a part of her she mostly succeeds in ignoring–that she’s got some deep problems in her life and how she relates to people. In transferring that sense of creeping hollowness at the edges of Elizabeth’s initial characterization (which, in a way, prompt some of her almost manic-seeming good-humour and wit–her courage always rising with every attempt to intimidate her–it is oftentimes used as a coping device,) to the struggles of an urban 90s 30-something single woman navigating the mindfuck that is the white heteropatriarchy still existing even while women’s lib tells us we can Be Anything We Want, the film and book really bring out more of the nuances of Elizabeth/Bridget’s reasonable anxieties about her place in the world.

With the placid-seeming lifestyle of the genteel countryside dwellings and young women living a life where they don’t have to work jobs and even have servants and attend balls and read books and play music all day, historical adaptations can, I feel, sometimes have this disconnect with our modern sensibilities (at least in Western culture where many women expect and are expected to work and earn a living for themselves.) When Eliza is flitting around Longbourn looking cute and laughing at Mr. Collins and how ridiculous Mrs. Bennet is being, it can be hard to really feel in our guts that Elizabeth or her sisters or any woman in a position like hers could really be worried about the future. They’re in another time and place and their lives are currently great and in the end she wins the love of a rich man, hooray.

But coming to it for the first time, in the time in which Austen was writing and publishing it, her audience–genteel women in particular–would have deeply felt the lurking menace of poverty and spinsterhood which was no laughing matter to those whose social position forced them into passivity–an acceptance of events over which they might have little control. If a young woman, no matter how charming, has not the means or connections to meet anyone beyond her own neighbourhood, and there is no-one around who is eligible and appropriate for her to marry…that’s it. She is never going anywhere, and hasn’t got any independence to speak of to look forward to.

That kind of existential dread hits us when we ponder our modern ideas of social dynamics and status markers, which Bridget confronts throughout the film and novel. Should I get a newer, better job? Why is this person I like being both lovely and horrible? Why do I even like them? Why is my family so impossibly embarrassing? How can I help my loved ones be better? Why is there so much crap wrong with me? Why can’t I stop making bad decisions? How do I know who I can trust with the weirdest and worst parts of who I am? How many chances should I give people who hurt me? Why did I give only one chance to that person and a thousand chances to this other person?

…anyway, this got a little darker than I was intending, but my point is that Bridget Jones’s Diary, as an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, really nails some great basic points of character which don’t often get truly brought to the fore in more traditional adaptations because the trappings of an historical context which may feel more alien and benign to us can mute and soften the grubbier parts of a heroine and a story which are so very light, bright, and sparkling. But light is only light if there’s shadow for it to burn against.

Which is a very highfalutin way of saying I love how these fuckups fuck up.

Originally posted by m-o-v-i-e-land

Not So Sweet Wonwoo x Reader

Summary: Y/N really likes Wonwoo and supports him in every way. Y/N had always been there for him even when Wonwoo never returned anything back. One day when Y/N see’s something she wouldn’t have wanted to witness she broke. She changed over the course of time and even moved. Wonwoo gains regret and guilt, but it was too late to fix it.. or will it?

Genre: Angst to Fluff( Fluff is for later ;) )

Word Count: 2,696 (I mean..)

Part 2 (Coming soon)

Originally posted by bokdeongeori

 The aroma of blueberry muffins filled the hallway as Y/N walked through the hallway holding a bag of freshly made goods. Those 20 muffins were specifically for one person and it was Jeon Wonwoo.

Jeon Wonwoo is a smart and good looking boy in Y/N’s grade and not to mention but Y/n’s crush. He was very passionate about singing and he loved to read. Y/N was there to support him with that.

She would help him pick out a book to read but he would’ve already read the book. Wonwoo would enter some contests and yet, Y/N would always be to every single one with her special poster made for him.

Her passion for Wonwoo annoyed the boy too much. The support felt great but it happened to often he just didn’t want it. It mean nothing to him since he barely even knew Y/N.

Though his little classmate  didn’t get all his attention, she still gifted him with the baked snacks she would make for him. Once he received him he would either throw it away or give it to his best friend Mingyu or just find any other way to not eat it even if it was a really good sweet. The only sweet he has ever tried from her was her mochi.

“Wonwoo!!” She slightly yelled in the hallway to up to Wonwoo who was at his locker. An irritated look appeared on his face, but didn’t bother Y/N in the least bit.

“I made these for you! You need to eat or else you can become unhealthy…” She handed him the bag and he reluctantly took it and tried putting it in his locker while mumbling  small thanks.

“Oh and here! It’s best if you have something to drink while you eat those” Y/N said with a smile as she took out her little bottle filled with some cold milk.

Once again Wonwoo muttered a thank you to her while avoiding her gaze. Yesterday it was brownies and the day before she gave him a box of pepero.

“Yah! Let’s go to class bro- Are those muffins?” Mingyu said coming out of the blue and tried grabbing a muffin only to be stopped by Y/N.

“Those are for Wonwoo!” “But there’s like 50 of them!!””They’re for Wonwoo!””Okay Damn!”

Y/N sighed and looked up at Wonwoo, I’m going to head to class. I’ll see you in the library after school!” She waved and headed to her Geometry class.

“Here…” Wonwoo said handing Mingyu the whole bag of brownies including the milk. “Nice!” Mingyu grinned while holding the bag in his arms and stuffing two muffins in his mouth at the same time.

“You know.. She’s actually really good at making this stuff” Mingyu said with a full mouth before drinking some milk.

Wonwoo looked at him disgustedly,”Gross..”

It was Friday, and for today Y/N made Wonwoo a bento box lunch. She woke up extra early to prepare it and only had 10 minutes to get ready for school.

Right away, she headed to Wonwoo’s locker to give him the lunch. A smile formed on her face as she got closer and once she was 5 lockers away she sneaked up behind him and tapped his shoulder.

A small sigh came out from Wonwoo’s mouth as he turned around plastering a fake smile on his face. Today was the day he’s going to try to tell her to stay away and give him some space.

“I made this for you! I hope you’re okay with ham and eggs with the ric-” Wonwoo interrupted her from babbling above how long it took for her to make the eyes made out of seaweed perfect just to match his.

“Listen Y/N.. I need to talk to you.. Meet me in the library after school okay?” He tried sounding nice so that he wouldn’t sound so intimidating.

“Okay” She said nodding with her little smile and gave him the box. “See you then Wonwoo” She walked away as Wonwoo let another sigh left his mouth.

“Is that for me?” Mingyu asked grabbing the bento box.

She waited at the table Wonwoo usually read at when she would hang out with him as he read and she watched him or did her own homework.

A few minutes later he came inside and saw her waiting for him. ‘Alright Wonwoo. Just tell her. If she really liked you she would understand. Right?’

Y/N looked up to see him and smiled happily and waved him over. He walked over to the table and sat across from her.

“What did you want to talk about Wonwoo? Is it about the dance?” She asked hoping he would probably ask her to go with him but she would be by his side anyway.

“Actually no..” He said quietly and looked at her straight in the eye.

“It’s actually about us..” He mumbled yet it was still audible enough for Y/N to hear.

“Is something wrong? I can fix it! Is it the food? Did I accidentally give you food poisoning? I always get the cleanest and freshest of ingredients for you and I don’t put any sea-” “Y/N No..”

Y/N stopped her panicking and remembered she was in the library. She took in a deep breath.

“Just listen to me okay?” Wonwoo said and received a nod from Y/N.

“ You should stop giving me all these treats and coming with me in here after school.. it’s been a distraction when you’re always around and I just need some space..”  

“Really? I’m so sorry! Let me make it up to you tomorrow! I’ll make you your favorite. You like my mochi right? I’ll make that for you” She apologized to him bowing her head. “I promise to make it up to you okay? I need to go and see the schedule for the upcoming singing contests I have to talk to you tomorrow” She grabbed her stuff and left the room.

Wonwoo groaned when she was gone. He scratched the back of his head frustrated.

Suddenly he came up with a plan.

Once again Y/N was walking through the busy halls of the school. She actually made the mochi as she promised. Although she felt a little nervous about today. She walked a little slower to his locker rather than her faced paced walking.

As she got closer she noticed a lot of people seemed to be looking at something in Wonwoo’s direction or at least where his locker was. She raised her eyebrows curiously and saw a couple making out.

‘Gross… Hmm where’s Wonwoo?” Y/N walked closer and closer to Wonwoo’s locker which was being blocked by the couple. She was 5 steps away…and she saw something she wished she shouldn’t have.

The couple was Wonwoo and another girl who was in a few of her classes. Wonwoo opened his eyes while kissing the girl and stared directly into Y/N’s eyes and smirked as he wrapped his arms tightly around the girl’s waist.

Y/N felt a sharp pain in her chest and tears welling up in her eyes and looked down avoiding the eye contact. She dropped the mochi that was in it’s cute little container and before she could cry in front of everyone she ran to the bathroom to let it all out.

Y/N had no friends to comfort her. They all left her because they thought she did nothing but talk about Wonwoo which annoyed them. She had nobody which is one reason why she was always around Wonwoo…

Once she ran away Wonwoo broke the kiss with the girl. “She’s gone.. Thanks I’ll buy you that whatever makeup you want once I get my allowance..” Wonwoo said wiping his lips.

“It’s the Anastasia Modern Renaissance Eyeshadow Pallet. Deadlines next week” She said wiping her lips off as well and winked at him as she walked off.

Mingyu came up behind Wonwoo and tapped him in the shoulder,” Hey. Where’s Y/N? Shouldn’t she be here right now?” Then Mingyu saw the container of mochi on the floor and immediately picked it up.

“She was already here?” Mingyu said looked at Wonwoo as he opened the container. Inside were 6 different mochi. On each mochi was a letter that spelled out ‘sorry’ and the 6th mochi was a heart.

“Sorry? What’s that supposed to mean?” Mingyu said obliviously to the current situation and picked out the mochi with a heart on it.

“I think she’s finally gone…” Wonwoo said in a somewhat satisfied tone and sighed right after. Yet, he felt some kind of feeling. It was like the feeling he would get when he would accidentally break his mom’s favorite vase and now it can’t be fixed. He felt…guilt and regret.

“Gone? She’s right there coming out of the bathroom” Mingyu exclaimed as he took a bite of the mochi. “Hmm? The mochi isn’t really sweet as it usually is.” He said and handed Wonwoo the box and patted his friend’s back.

“Well if you’re happy that she won’t bother you, that just makes me sad that I won’t be able to eat all these sweets anymore.” Mingyu pouted.

Wonwoo tried one of her mochi’s. He liked it that one time he ate it because it was actually the perfect kind of sweet he preferred.

Mingyu was right. Just like what happened, the mochi is not that sweet.

Wonwoo by the water fountain? Avoided. Wonwoo next in line during lunch? Ignored. Mingyu asking for sweets? Dodged.

Y/N avoided Wonwoo is any way possible not wanting to make any contact. The day she was kicked out of his life she was broken. She skipped class and cried in the bathroom instead. instead of going to the library with Wonwoo during lunch she was in the empty classroom.

It’s been a few weeks since she has been ignoring Wonwoo. Day by day she got over him. She was actually happy. She didn’t feel like a burden anymore. She got her friends back.

Plus, she got chosen to study abroad to study culinary arts. Her culinary teacher was pleased with what she would make and chose her to go on the trip for the semester in Japan. She had the choice to go to Canada or Japan and she was fond over some things she already knew Japanese made so she chose Japan.

Y/N wanted to go to Japan a bit earlier so she decided to leave a week before it was going to be winter break. Today was that day. She talked to her counselors and her cooking teacher before the end of the day since that she will be on her flight soon.

Wonwoo on the other hand wasn’t relieved in the least bit and was stressed instead. He felt like he was missing something in his life. He missed hearing Y/N’s voice ring out his name in the hallway. He waited for her to come up to him and give him the fresh brownies she made, but he just watched her walk into the school and go to class right away.

Even Mingyu was complaining. ‘Yah! Why did you have to do something so rude to her? Now I don’t have anything to fill up my stomach in the morning anymore. I even stopped even breakfast because I knew she’d give you something. That girl is really good at making those brownies..”

‘I bet she was…’ But how would he know? He’s never tried it. It was just a taste. Yet, instead he disposed of the meal and the effort Y/N put into her work.

Wonwoo was sitting on his bed dazing off thinking about her. He was sorry. He wished he never did such a thing. The stupid kiss won him nothing but another waste of time and money on a damn eyeshadow pallet.

He missed her smile. He missed the way she would read a book to him and stumbled across some words she had difficulty pronouncing. She was the only one who would listen to his arguments about a book and how he would change the plot to make it more interesting. She was there to support him when his other friends weren’t. Even Mingyu.

That was it. He couldn’t take it much longer. He had to do something about it. He just came home from school too. He put on his shoes and his phone and wallet.

Wonwoo had her number. He took out his phone and tried calling her cell phone as he went into his car. No answer. “Damn.”

He quickly drove to Y/Ns mom’s bakery. He knew where it was because Y/N would always drag him there to eat but all he would have was either tea or coffee.  

“Mrs. Y/L/N, I was wondering if Y/N went to school today. I didn’t see her around.” He asked as soon as he saw her.

“Oh hey! She did go to school. She only went for a little bit to talk to her counselors and teachers. Did she not tell you she was studying abroad today?” Y/N’s mom asked curiously.

“Studying abroad? Where? and no..she didn’t” He said sighing running a hand through his hair.

“Japan.It’s for her cooking class. Her dad is dropping her off at the airport right now actually. If there’s no traffic I bet you can meet her before she goes into the gates.” She said giving the young boy a smile.

“Oh by the way… why haven’t you had tea or coffee here for a while my boy?” Wonwoo swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Well Uh.. I just didn’t have the time to..” Y/N’s mom nodded and took out a cup,” Let me make you a coffe-”

“Actually I need to catch Y/N before she goes on the plane. How about next time? I promise!” He said bowing and left immediately heading to the airport.

15 minutes later he arrived. As he entered the building he heard the announcement saying “ The plane to Japan at 7:00 is now boarding passengers.”

He looked at the map to see which gate she was going to for her flight. There were two gates going to Japan. The plane at 7:00 and a plane at 8:30.

He checked out the 8:30 gate first but she wasn’t there. He ran across the huge airport going up a staircase and going through a food court.

Wonwoo stopped when he saw a girl with a blue ribbon in her hair. It was Y/N’s. She had it with her everyday whether she tied it on her wrist as a bracelet or in her hair. It was special because her grandma gave it to her before she past away.

Y/N told him everything. She trusted him. Now he just threw that away. He shouldn’t have.

She was next in line to board the plane. She was the last one to board the plane. Wonwoo ran toward the gate and yelled her name, “Y/N!”

Y/N looked around thinking she heard someone say her name but shook it off thinking she was just hearing things.

Soon the person in front of her was done being checked. She gave her ticket and passport to the lady. Once again Wonwoo yelled her name and got weird looks.

“Sir, you’re not aloud to be here,” a security guard said. Wonwoo ignored him. He wanted to apologize so he tried forcing his way in. He went over the little fence the protected people without tickets from going in.

The security guard pulled him back,”Sir!” Wonwoo tried resisting but it didn’t work. Once they led him out of the airport he fell to his knees.

“God Damn it..” He cursed punching the concrete floor gaining bloody knuckles which made him hiss.

He has his chance. She was there everyday for him. If he only realized sooner, it wouldn’t have to be this way.

The rain started pouring. Drip Drop onto the concrete. What a way to describe how they both feel.

This was only my second scenario so I’m still trying to progress. I hope you liked it though and sorry about some grammar mistakes and spelling errors! It took me a few days to write this and I really enjoyed making this Wonwoo one. I will be writing a part 2 but I don’t know when I’ll be writing it yet because school started recently and I’m taking the advanced course which means MORE HOMEWORK! I’ll try to update my blog. Thank you for reading <3