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the houses as studyblr aesthetics

gryffindor:

  • being brave enough to do math in pen, leather-bound bullet journals, looseleaf papers spilling over your desk, studying with your dog curled up next to you, seven-hour breaks, keeping a candle on your desk, logging memories in your bullet journal, coffee stains on homework, annotating a rented textbook, a warm study nook made of blankets and pillows, studying to overcome

hufflepuff:

  • romanticizing self-care, refusing to take the easy way and read the sparknotes, keeping hydrated, “i have extra binder paper if you need it”, taping positivities on your wall, study picnics, volunteering, bright binders, a study space illuminated by morning light, keeping three pots of flowers on your desk, studying to contribute

ravenclaw:

  • finding doodles in secondhand textbooks, researching the origin of a word you don’t recognize, pens in mason jars, walls crowded by sticky-notes, the inspiration of a blank notebook, finding your favorite library seat available, being excited about your essay prompt, scrawling notes in the margins, being so utterly engaged in one subject you forget you have a lab due tomorrow, studying to learn

slytherin:

  • quotes about conquering the world and achieving goals, finding the perfect black pen, the feeling of checking off boxes on to-do lists, friendly grade competition, compiling resource masterposts, being genuinely excited to get your score back on a test, getting the perfect calligraphy line, studying to succeed
Fandometrics In Depth: Poetry Edition

This April marks the 21st annual National Poetry Month. Launched in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets (@poetsorg), it has become the largest literary celebration in the world. 

On Tumblr, #poetry is the most popular writing tag, with 10% more overall engagements than the next most popular writing tag, #prose. To top that off, #poetry was in the top 5% of all of the tags used on Tumblr in 2016.

From classic #haiku to transformative #visual poetry, #all caps poetry images and #spoken word videos, poetry on Tumblr has a variety of formats for you to tell your friend that you’ve eaten the plums out of their icebox.

Originally posted by hiromisuzukimicrojournal

Where the writers go

Since many people share curated works using the #poetry tag, a few other tags for mostly original work have popped up. The first is #poets on tumblr, which was the fourth largest community tag on Tumblr last year. Writers began using the tag to share their original work in the early 2010s and between 2013 and 2014, overall engagements (searches, original posts, reblogs and likes) grew 1366%. Over the next two years, that growth continued at an average of 214% per year. 

Originally posted by proudwallflower

#Spilled Ink started in 2011 after a pair of friends wanted a create a tag for poets on Tumblr to find each other’s work. Since 2013, The tag has averaged 41% year over year growth and has expanded to also include prose and other writing. It’s now one of the largest writing communities on Tumblr. For some sense of scale, in 2016, there were 32% more posts tagged #spilled ink than #poets on tumblr.

Finally, #Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write started appearing three years ago for short snippets of poetry—pieces of work shared with no pressure to be complete or finished. In 2014, only a handful of original posts were made with the tag, but were reblogged extensively throughout the year. Between 2014 and 2016, overall engagements in the tag increased 10,407%.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Further reading

No matter what your favorite kind of poetry is, there are dozens of tags to find your next favorite writer on Tumblr. In addition to those mentioned above, there’s also:

There are also a number of amazing poetry blogs to follow:

  • Lang Leav (@langleav), a poet who began sharing her work on Tumblr and is now an international best-seller
  • Steve Roggenbuck (@livemylief), whose artistic videos and image macro poems break boundaries 
  • Button Poetry (@buttonpoetry), which focuses on performance poetry, and
  • Tyler Knott Gregson (@tylerknott) who shares daily haikus on love.

For more blogs, head on over to @staff and check out the roundup.

The Best Perfume Insults

I love people’s writing about perfume, because it’s forced to be so creative.  Scent is hard to talk about, so people have to resort to stories and metaphors, all of them intensely personal to the writer.

And when they don’t like a perfume, that creativity gives forth some of the best insults.  I have here curated my favorites from Perfumes: The Guide by Luca Turin and Tania Sanchez.  The list is long, but trust me, they’re all worth reading.

A disclaimer: The same thing that makes perfume reviews fun to read also makes them super subjective.  I have never found less of a consensus on anything than on perfume.  In other words, if you find your favorite perfume on this list, please don’t take it personally (and don’t blame me- I haven’t smelled most of these myself!)

Keep reading

gryffindor:
being brave enough to do math in pen, leather-bound bullet journals, looseleaf papers spilling over your desk, studying with your dog curled up next to you, seven-hour breaks, keeping a candle on your desk, logging memories in your bullet journal, coffee stains on homework, annotating a rented textbook, a warm study nook made of blankets and pillows, studying to overcome

hufflepuff:
romanticizing self-care, refusing to take the easy way and read the sparknotes, keeping hydrated, “i have extra binder paper if you need it”, taping positivities on your wall, study picnics, volunteering, bright binders, a study space illuminated by morning light, keeping three pots of flowers on your desk, studying to contribute

ravenclaw:
finding doodles in secondhand textbooks, researching the origin of a word you don’t recognize, pens in mason jars, walls crowded by sticky-notes, the inspiration of a blank notebook, finding your favorite library seat available, being excited about your essay prompt, scrawling notes in the margins, being so utterly engaged in one subject you forget you have a lab due tomorrow, studying to learn

slytherin:
quotes about conquering the world and achieving goals, finding the perfect black pen, the feeling of checking off boxes on to-do lists, friendly grade competition, compiling resource masterposts, being genuinely excited to get your score back on a test, getting the perfect calligraphy line, studying to succeed

Cartoon Network 20th Anniversary by legosrcool1000 (deviantart)
What a glorious sight, all of my favorite CN shows meeting one another at the same time! This year will be their 25th anniversary too! Can you find your favorites in this?

HOW TO STUDY/LEARN ANY LANGUAGE

Being a polyglot, I decided to make a post about how to study any language, Without further ado, here it is:

1) TRY TO STAY AWAY FROM ENGLISH

This is the most crucial step to studying/learning a new language. In order for your brain to pick up the new words and ideas, it needs to be more immersed in the language you’re learning. Now for most of us who are learning languages in school, that’s kind of hard, especially since most language classes do most of the work in English until you build a level of fluency. This is the primary reason why immersion programs or immersion schools are so much more successful in teaching a language: you’re forced to talk, write, speak, and think in the language you’re learning. Your brain makes connections faster and thus learns faster to understand and process the language. I would suggest that when you’re learning the language, whether it’s in class time or homework, try to work only in that language. Don’t automatically translate things into English because that’s only going to inhibit your process. Even if your knowledge of the language is limited, practicing thinking in the language, reading the language without translating, and speaking will greatly improve your progress. You’ll find yourself become more fluent and the language will flow rather than be halting because your brain is trying to translate things instead of thinking fluently.

2) LEARN AS MUCH VOCABULARY AS YOU CAN

Vocab is one of, if not the, most important aspect of learning a language. I would even go as far as saying it’s about 70-80% of effectively knowing a language. Think about it this way, if you’re at a restaurant and you’re asked to read the menu or if you’re out and you’re reading signs and advertisements, will knowing hundreds of verbs and their conjugations help you get by? Most likely not. Vocab on the other hand will make the difference between understanding and being totally clueless. If that example didn’t do it for you here’s another one: when you’re speaking to someone how can you express yourself if you don’t know the words? Chances are even if you know no grammar but know key words in the language someone will understand you. Most people don’t pay that much attention to grammar anyway when you’re speaking. As long as you have a basic understanding of it, you’ll be understood. I’m not saying that grammar isn’t important, far from it, but so many people underestimate vocab and focus on grammar and that hinders your learning. Try to learn as much vocab as you can because it will bring you one more step to being fluent. The key to knowing a language is to understand it to a high degree. You can’t understand if you don’t know the words. Find a list with the most common words in the language you’re learning and try to learn them all. Have a goal to learn 10-20 new words per day and you’ll go a long way. If you’re trying to learn vocab I would recommend to have a sheet with all the words you’re trying to learn and their definitions. Hide the words and try to write the vocab by seeing only the definitions. Writing down helps you remember and this method is foolproof. I’ve used it for 6+ years in French and it’s never failed me.

3) LEARN BASIC GRAMMAR

When I say basic grammar, I mean the typical verb tenses and some basic structures. This doesn’t mean learning every single verb conjugated in every single tense, but rather learning the patterns of grammar and how to apply them. Work smarter not harder. Learning the patterns makes it easier to recognize them when you’re reading and remember them when you’re writing. In my opinion, one fault with the way languages are taught in school is the way they teach grammar and how much time they spend on it. Most native speakers don’t worry as much about grammar as non-native speakers do. Again, I’m not saying grammar isn’t important because it is and  you have to know it, but the way it’s taught ruins it. Try to make a chart with all the verb tenses and the patterns that go with the different types of verbs and then a list with the irregular verbs/exceptions. This should be enough to help you gain a basic mastery of grammar. If you know the basic rules, it will become second nature as you speak, write, and read more.

4) READ, LISTEN, AND SPEAK

The language you learn at school is very very different from the language actually spoken in its native country. Most of the language you learn is very formal while in real life, formality is disregarded to a degree and slang is prevalent. In order to build a fluency, you need to read and listen to the language in its natural form to pick up the slang and words that are actually used and not the archaic words that nobody ever says. Listen to music from that language, watch the news in that language, read a book or magazine in that language etc. This will again help your brain learn and process the language better. It will also help with vocabulary and general understanding. Children’s books are the best when you’re starting out. The language is simple and the grammar isn’t to complicated. Start with children’s books and then work your way up to novels and other forms of literature. Listening to the language is also crucial. Try to find mediums where the language is spoken and just listen. Don’t translate or stress yourself out trying to understand it all because you won’t the first couple of times. Just let it sink in. Gradually, you’ll find yourself understanding more and more and you’ll improve. With the speaking aspect, speak as much as you can. Don’t be embarrassed if you stumble, can’t express yourself as much as you would like, or have an accent. I also find that watching/reading/listening to translated works is helpful. Find your favorite book and read it in the language you’re learning, it will help you understand and learn more because you already know what’s going on and can focus on the vocab and grammar. Find your favorite movie and watch it in the language you’re learning. Again, it will help you learn more vocab. The more you practice the better it will get. If you distance yourself from speaking you’ll never improve. Balancing reading, listening, and speaking is the key to being successful.

5) DON’T BE AFRAID TO MESS UP

Nobody becomes fluent over night. Cliche but true. Don’t expect to instantly know everything. It’s normal to struggle and have trouble. Failing is part of the learning process and if you stop practicing because you’re afraid, you’re never going to learn anything. Let go of your fears and insecurities and go for it. If you fall down, pick yourself up and start again. Don’t be embarrassed if you mess up but rather learn from your mistakes and grow. The things we remember most are usually the things where we’ve messed up or had a negative experience with. So use the hiccups as a learning experience and your language skills will improve. 

If you follow these steps, I’m confided that you’ll be better in no time :) The key is to enjoy what you do and have fun! Good luck!

tips to feel better

- moisturize your skin
- find lovely perfume
- plant flowers
- explore your city
- do a face mask
- take care of your hair
- read a book that your mom suggested you
- find your favorite place in a city
- braid your hair
- burn candles
- turn off your phone

Bloodlust (Roman Godfrey)

Prompt: You come home on day, to find a note your brother and mom left you in Destiny’s care. So you run to the one person you trusted, Roman.


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“I’m sorry your brother was in trouble and we had to leave. I know how much you loved it here, and you deserve better than a life more that a life of running. You deserve a shot at a normal life. Ive talked to Destiny and she will watch over you, ill call you when were safe. I love you baby, its better this way. -Mom”

Her note took the breath from your lungs. The house was ruined and even the cat was gone. They took that damn cat and left you here!

Your eyes began to burn as you screamed grabbing the closest thing, which happened to be a family photo and smashed it into the wall. Your body shook as you kicked, threw and broke everything you could get your hands on. They actually wanted you to stay with Destiny? She wasn’t exactly the greatest role model using her gifts for sex and money, claiming to heal people.

You ran out of the house grabbing your bike, the note snatched in your hand. You began to head to the one person you could talk to and would understand you.

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Tears burned your eyes, before you used your sweatshirt to wipe them away. You stood on the front porch nervous, your hands shook above the doorbell. You took a deep breath and hit the button.

You heard footsteps and a familiar face looked slightly down on you confused.

“Y/N what are you doing here? I thought you guys left? Where’s Peter?” His eyes looked around the area but turned back to you.

Holding out the note tears began to flow faster down your cheeks. Roman snatched the note, reading swiftly he finished and looked up into your eyes.

“What the fuck……” he whispered and grabbed your shoulders pulling you into his arms.

You sobbed into his chest as he pulled back and led you to the living room, he sat down beside you on the couch.

“Do you want some tea? Or bourbon and shit?” He said quietly.

You sniffed giving off a smirk “I dont even think shit would taste good with bourbon.”

Roman gave a light smile “Yeah me neither.” He pulled you to his chest, letting you cry until your eyes hurt.

Picking you up he carried you upstairs and into a room, he set your down on something soft which you guessed was his bed.

He took your shoes off, still in silence and set them on the floor. “I’ll figure this out just rest now Y/N.”

He stood by you grabbed his arm “Please stay……at least until i fall asleep.”

He stared down at you for a moment, then he slipped off his belt and nodded. Moving over he laid beside you. You turned putting your head on his chest, he seemed to tense up and the closeness of you. He could feel the blood pumping through your veins and his fangs scraped his tongue. He bit down on his tongue trying to suppress the urge to feed on you.

You seemed to remember moving away suddenly “Sorry i guess i forgot.”

“Your the only person who would run to an Upir, and forget what they are.” He chuckled

You shrugged turning onto your side, you hid the tears that began to start again “Well my brother is a werewolf.”

Roman seemed to sense your change in emotion, he pulled you into his chest “It’s okay, i know…”

You nodded wiping your eyes, and slowly let the emotional exhaustion take over.

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You woke up to find Roman had left, hearing the shower running you stood up slowly. Romans clothes were on the ground as steam crept from under the bathroom door. Walking over you knocked on the door “Ro!”

“Yeah?” Came Roman’s voice muffled by the door

“I’m gonna go get food if that okay? You want anything?” You asked shifting your weight slightly from one side to the other.

“I’ll be down in a sec!” He replied 

Nodding you turned and made your way downstairs, you had been here loads of times when either you or your brother found yourselves in trouble. Usually you talked to Shelley but since her disappearance you swayed closer to Roman. Peter had began to notice and always scolded you about how much of a man-whore Roman had been. But since you two had started to hangout the less he seemed to be interested in other girls, only on days when you two were fighting did he have the occasional hook up. It bothered you at first but learning his true nature you realized for him, it was more of an impulse and how he had been raised by his mother Olivia. 

Finding some of your favorite cereal you and Shelly shared in secret, keeping it hidden behind the boxes of oatmeal and forgotten cans of soup. Olivia hated when he children ate such unhealthy processed and sugary meals. Most of the time, when she was gone was the only time the kids could eat what they wanted. 

You poured in the cereal and milk into the bowl, hopping on the counter. Taking a bite as Roman came down in his boxers, his hair still wet as light amounts of steam seemed to rise from his body leftover from the shower. 

Roman began making coffee, leaning back to examine you as you ate your breakfast. “You can stay here if you want? It pretty much empty and I know you don’t wanna stay with Destiny. Shelleys room is empty, shit over half the house is take whatever room you want.”

You nodded “Thanks Ro…..I was so wrapped up in myself, I never asked how you were. So….How are you?”

He shrugged taking  sip of his coffee walking over to you and snatching your bowl taking a bite of cereal. “I’m okay I guess, I mean your parents are kinda shitty and siblings are gone. Everyone wants me to take over Godfrey Enterprises, and I’m trying to control myself from feeding 24/7.”

“I can help if you want?” You asked 

Roman paused as you moved your head to the side, brushing away your hair to reveal your soft skin. 

Roman reached out gently brushing his hand on your neck causing shivers to run down your spine. He could feel the beating of your heart on the pads of his fingers, the way your chest rose and fell with your breathing. 

He leaned in intoxicated by your scent as he felt his fangs on his tongue again. Your heart beat faster at his proximity………………… he could hear it, but the only thing on his mind was how you would look covered in your own blood. How your scent would only light the flames of his desire and soon it would not be just your blood he craved, He would crave your body. Needing to the burning of your lips on his. He would ravish himself in your body, pleading for you to moan his name begging you to reach your climax as he thrust into you over and over again.  He closed his eyes before shaking his head “I can’t, I won’t be able to control myself if I do.”

You nodded the breath that caught in your lung seemed to slowly release “Okay.”

Roman handed you your cereal “ You can shower if you want? The waters still hot in my bathroom. It’ll need to warm up everywhere else.”

You were about to head upstairs, when you paused “I left my clothes at the house…..”

Roman nodded “Ill have someone pick them up, you can wear some of my clothes if you want. I let you borrow Olivia’s but your already beautiful plus I dont want you going around looking slutty.”

You gave a light smile trying to hide your confusion “…….Thanks.”

Going up the stairs, you cracked the door wanting to let the steam escape and make it hard to breathe when you got out. You sighed as you went into the bathroom. You had always though Olivia dressed more intimidating and classy but it seemed Roman did like that, despite the fact that Olivia was still his mother. You turned on the water and began to peel off your clothes, stepping out of your jeans you slowly slid down your panties. Unclasping your bra you tossed it to the side and let the hot water cascade down your back. 

Closing your eyes you felt your muscles begin to relax. You looked over grabbing the shampoo that smelled of pine…….it smelled like Roman. lathering your hair and rising off you used the conditioner massaging your scalp. You thought of your brother. 

It was rare for a girl in the family to have the wolf gene, but when your brother turned your life began to change. You had to leave every school you had been to if someone spotted your brother, even sooner if he began to kill more than the occasional deer. You could never have many friends, your mother didn’t want you to get close to many people in case you had to leave. It had become a routine never lasting more then a few months. You would finally have the courage to talk to someone, to try and make friends before your mother whisked you away to the next town. Peter teased you sometimes about being socially outcast but the truth was you didn’t want get attached. After a while Peter was used to it but you weren’t. 

Coming back to reality you noticed the water beginning to chill slightly. You quickly washed you body and rinsed the conditioner out of your hair.  

Stepping out of the shower you grabbed a towel looking up you jumped to see Roman at the door.

Towel still in your hands you froze as your gaze met Roman’s. His breathing hitched in his throat as he looked down clearing his throat. He turned around “Sorry you shut off the water…I just wanted to give you these.”

You looked down to his hands and saw he had a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You wrapped the towel around your body and stepped forward. Placing your hand gently on his he passed you the clothes. 

“Thank you Roman.” You said quietly your heart pounding in your chest.

Roman slowly turned around and you could see he was biting his lip. His eyes were glued to your neck. His face turned from one of embarrassment into hunger and lust. You felt yourself freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Roman?” You whispered as his mouth began to open and you saw his sharp canines begin to draw closer to his bottom teeth as he growled.

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Part 2??

Camp Camp Shipping Playlist

Hey, guys, so this took THREE DAYS to put together and I’m so sleep deprived but I don’t care?? I hope you enjoy the songs (none of which belong to me) that I listed!

All ships and songs are listed in ABC order, so don’t get sh00k if you’re scrolling and can’t find your favorite ship. It’s there, don’t worry.

P.S. If there’s a ship that I missed, it’s because I didn’t know it existed or because I chose not to acknowledge it’s existence (*cough* MAX//VID *cough*) ANYWAYYY,  IF THERE’S A SHIP THAT YOU LIKE AND IT’S MISSING THEN SEND ME A DM ABT IT AND I’LL ADD IT ALONG WITH SOME GOOD SONGS :D


Bonquisha x David


Bonquisha x Gwen


Daniel x David


Daniel x Jen


Daniel x Kevin


David x Gwen


David x Jasper


Ered x Nikki


Gwen x Jen


Harrison x Neil


Harrison x Nerris


Harrison x Preston


Max x Neil


Max x Nikki


Max x Preston


Max x Snake


Nikki x Nerris


Dadvid!! (not a ship, but I feel like David being a great father deserves a playlist)


The Trio (Max, Neil, Nikki)


The Magic Trio (Preston, Nerris, Harrison)

How to Start an Art Journal

Here are some hints and tips to help encourage and inspire you!


1. Buy a journal or sketchbook with blank white pages so you can express yourself freely without the constriction of lines. (Or if you prefer lined pages, that’s great too!) The thicker sketchbook pages are great for practice. If you don’t want to go through the trouble of buying a journal, printer paper works as a good canvas.

**Using cardboard behind your pages when painting is a good technique to help keep paint from leaking and helps it dry faster.**

2. Purchase some basic art supplies like watercolor paints, acrylic paints, spray paints, letter stencils, colored pencils, multicolored sharpies, Staetdler fineliner pens, etc… These supplies don’t have to be fancy and expensive to work. Take some time to figure out what you like to use and what effects you want to produce with your art.

**A lot of popular journaling techniques involve creating a watercolor background and a mixed media layered effect for their creations. But, this is about you! Get creative and experiment!**

3. Use words, quotes, images, mixed media, and simple and elaborate drawings to create personal pages that express who you are as an artist and writer.

**Get out of your comfort zone and draw things you wouldn’t normally draw. If you don’t like what you’re creating, give yourself time to grow and learn. It’s important to be patient with yourself and let go of your high expectations. Give yourself credit for trying and keep practicing! Don’t give up!**

4. To learn more about art journaling, you can always use Google for more information, look up tutorials on Youtube, check out books from your local library, or even take online art journaling classes. Some classes are even free! There are tons of resources for you to research.


**Don’t wait until the “time is right” or when the “inspiration hits you.” Dive right in and go for it!**


Some art journaling prompts:


1. Practice hand-lettering your favorite words.
2. Practice using calligraphy for your journal entries.
3. Draw your favorite silly emojis.
4. Draw symbols that hold significance to you.
5. Illustrate a cute scene from your favorite TV show.
6. Create your own comic book page inspired by a day in your life.
7. Make your own mandala and color it in.
8. Make a favorite quote page.
9. Fill an entire page with random doodles.
10. Dedicate a page to your fictional or irl crush.
11. Tape in photos from your favorite trip and add meaningful captions.
12. Illustrate a page on how to cheer yourself up when you’re upset.
13. Use stencils to create word art that describes how you feel right now. 14. Cut out your favorite adjectives from the newspaper.
15. Make a “Truths and Confessions” page to release some tension.
16. Color a page red. Write a long rant until your feel better.
17. Illustrate a monster that has scared you and confront it with words.
18. Create a page filled with characteristics of people you admire.
19. Cut out images from magazines that illustrate your dream life.
20. Use a waterbrush pen to write your favorite book quote.
21. Dedicate a page to your favorite band.
22. Doodle and write your favorite lyrics.
23. Write the words you want to say to someone important to you.
24. Sketch a character you’ve fallen in love with.
25. Create geometric or odd shapes. Make them flow together.
26. Use ink and colored pencil to outline your plans for the week.
27. Write a poem. It doesn’t have to rhyme. Let it come from the heart.
28. Write about the people, places, and things that inspire you.
29. Create a symbol that reflects your life. (Ex: zigzag= stressful)
30. Sketch or write a list of things you’re thankful for.
31. Make a favorite holiday page.
32. Make a page for your favorite personal photos.
33. Create a new identity for yourself. Illustrate your personality.
34. Illustrate a scene from a fairy tale or make up your own.
35. Draw a totally new character that represents your alter-ego.
36. Dedicate a page to your favorite colors.
37. Write one word that describes you well in big, bold letters.
38. Go outside. Draw the first object you see.
39. Write/illustrate your surroundings.
40. Create a page detailing your ideal peaceful environment.
41. Let the day’s weather inspire your pages.
42. Express whether you’re a night owl or an early bird.
43. Create a layered effect by using old letters, important notes, etc…
44. Create a personal mantra page. (Ex: “Live. Laugh. Love.”)
45. Doodle your favorite silly facial expressions.
46. Make a page dedicated to the places you want to travel to.
47. Draw your inner god/goddess. Name them.
48. Write about the talents you have and the talents you wish you had.
49. Create a “Good Memories” page to make yourself smile later on.
50. Draw a broken heart. Journal about your heartaches.
51. Draw yourself in your favorite clothes.
52. Illustrate your favorite place to write, read, study, etc…
53. Mod Podge old book pages to your journal page for a background.
54. Spray paint your favorite symbol on the page.
55. Journal about superpowers you wish you had.
56. List the things that make you laugh.
57. Draw your favorite plant or flower and explain why you like it.
58. Use a childhood experience to influence your journal page.
59. Draw a candle and write about how it symbolizes hope.
60. Journal about the habits you want to change.
61. Fill a journal page with compliments to yourself.
62. Create a venn diagram and compare/contrast yourself with a friend.
63. Write a “Note to Self” page.
64. Illustrate a favorite career page and how you want to make money.
65. Create a system of symbols that represent people, places, and things.
66. Make a page dedicated specially for your zodiac sign.
67. Illustrate your most embarrassing moment from last week.
68. Make a page of regrets and write about how you could fix them.
69. Draw a stack of books and illustrate your reading goal for the year.
70. Take a heart stencil and dab red paint inside the lines. Write about the things you love most in the world and why they’re worth living for.
71. Cut out stars from copy paper and glue them on the page to form your favorite constellation.
72. Draw a line. Name one point Start and the other one End. write about how you want to grow as a person throughout your life.
73. Stain your journal pages with a damp tea bag to give it an old parchment look. Once it’s dry, write a magic spell for your life.
74. Find your favorite poem and journal about why it inspires you.
75. Dedicate a page for things you’d tell your younger self.
76. Draw your favorite animal then fill it in with bright colors.
77. Use some of that old junk mail, glue it in, and paint over it.
78. Write a “Pet Peeves” page. Don’t stop writing until you feel better.
79. Write about your day and shape the sentences into a spiral.
80. Draw or write with your non-dominant hand and see what happens.
81. Paint a rainbow and write about what your pot of gold (a goal or a dream) would be on the other side.
82. Sketch a sunset and describe how to bring closure to your problems.
83. Tape multi-colored notecards or sticky notes in your journal. Jot down little positive reminders to yourself.
84. Use only acrylic paint and puff paint to doodle and write.
84. Journal about the wisest thing you’ve heard someone say to you.
85. Write about your addictions/obsessions.
86. Create a simple collage of things you dislike with magazines.
87. Illustrate a door opening and journal about your new opportunities.
88. Draw your ideal relaxing vacation.
89. Make a list of the places you’ve been today.
90. Tape in receipts of the special things you’ve bought.
91. Tape in ticket stubs of the movies you’ve seen this year.
92. Press leaves and flower petals onto the page.
93. Paint or draw old sayings like “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
94. Record a dream and draw a few people or places you saw in it.
95. Journal about your beliefs.
96. Create a new style/font of handwriting.
97. Use stickers and stamps to make a border around your page. Fill in the center by writing about your “stick-to-itiveness” or perseverence.
98. Draw you and your friends from an old photo and embellish the sketch with an inspiring/relatable quote. Capture the happy moments.
99. Use all the colors of your sharpie pens to write out your thoughts.
100. Make a page detailing all the things you want for your future.


Express yourself without fear. Remember journaling is all about you. This is your personal journey, so you don’t have an obligation to show anyone your creations.


Make good art!

anonymous asked:

do you have anywhere specific you look online for fashion inspiration? every time I just browse pinterest or instagram like every single ~fall outfit idea~ is skinny jeans + earth toned boots + cardigan + scarf and I'm SO BORED.

YES I KNOW THAT LOOK, the white girl in fall look; it’s not a bad look, but it’s a very predictable look, and I totally understand wanting to move away from that. I too moved away from a look that wasn’t bad, yet was also literally and figuratively stifling. so, how do you find inspiration? 

what I do is follow individual style bloggers + and street style blogs/accounts. 99% of this takes place on instagram, so get ready to download the app. if you’re going to use pinterest, make sure to search “street style”, not “style”. street style is what you call photos that are taken at various fashion weeks, of models and influencers and designers and average people who wanted to dress up and see the shows. it’s a great way to eyeball trends and to find things you can mix and match for yourself. often you’ll see a person whose look you really like, and it only takes a reverse image search to find them on instagram. nine out of ten times they’ll have a style blog of their own. if that sounds like a lot of work, it is. so here are a few of my favorites to get you started:

street style on tumblr: my only stop is 15x20. it showcases a huge variety of trendy, inventive looks, all put together by people who want to be eyecatching. one of my absolute go-tos. I get the germ of most of my outfit ideas here.

style on instagram: @lookbook is a solid account. mostly it’s images tagged #lookbook by bloggers or would-be influencers, and they’re all real people, so a lot of times you can follow them back to their style pages. one issue is that they usually don’t give details of where to buy the items of clothing they wear. also skews a little younger. 

fashion bloggers I follow on instagram:

@daniellevanier: really inventive, takes risks, is a pioneer of “it doesn’t have to be fitted” imo, and has introduced me to one of my favorite brands ever, ASOS White. sporty, femme, she can do it all. love her. 

@lolitamas: bang on with trends, she always seems to know what’s coming in the new season. she does a bunch of lifestyle blogging too, but her fashion posts are what I’m there for. she’s very sweet, very feminine, and a lot of her looks nail high-fashion casual, which I appreciate the hell out of. 

@masha: does the coolest things with layers and sneakers, and she really brings a lot of texture to every outfit. she looks great all the time, which is probably a curse when you’re that pretty, but she pays it forward by religiously cross-linking her outfit posts so you can track down where she got what.

@mamacaxx: just the most bright and exciting wardrobe; she knows how to make one garment do a million different things. pretty sure she and I bought our lavender frilly shirt dresses on the same day. 

@hhasselhoff: I am smitten by her beauty all the time, and I’m so all over the silk boudoir look she always seems to have going. someday I’m going to find out how she, someone with similar proportions to me, is able to hide her bra straps in all those satin dresses. 

@nicolettemason: femme, queer, and constantly doing awesome things with patterns. this was an immediate must-follow from me, and she’s just come out with a really trendy plus-size clothing line called premme, if any of you ladies out there are interested.

@asos_debbie: SHE KNOWS COLOR THEORY, and knocks it out of the park every time. she’s a buyer and stylist for asos, so she also has the inside scoop on new items that are dropping. also, incredible shoes, always. 

@aspensdottir: I just started following her, and it was the best decision I’ve made all week (and not just because she immediately liked every picture of my cats that I’ve ever posted). she’s incredibly inventive, and recycles various items of clothing in the most refreshing way. I’ve actually tossed a few things in some shopping carts because of her, and even though she’s half my size, the outfits she puts together are super adaptable to anyone. a++

the more you poke around instagram, the more you’ll find new bloggers that appeal to you specifically! it took me about a year to round up the 250 fashion accounts I follow, but it was worth it. now whenever I lack inspiration, I grab my phone and start seeing what clicks for me. good luck! 

anonymous asked:

So I don't know if you've done anything like this but could you do MC playing a dating sim and RFA gets jealous of her gushing over her favorite boy?

Haha, this one was so fun to write! Hope you like them~


Zen:

  • He noticed you’ve been on your phone a lot lately
  • But then he passed behind you one day and saw a lot of drawings
  • He asked if you were reading something, but you just calmly reply you’re playing a game
  • When he sees a picture of a pretty boy come on the screen, he gets ruffled
  • “What kind of game is that?” 
  • “Ninja Ninja! It’s a dating sim where you can find out their backstories and stuff.”
  • He couldn’t believe it….the guy had red eyes too!
  • Throughout the week, every time you were on your phone, he’d always ask if you were playing “that game” again
  • When you finally thought he was going to stop, he joins you at the breakfast table
  • Wearing a full ninja costume
  • You start laughing and asked where he got it from
  • “Oh, it’s from an old play of mine. They let me keep the costume. I figured I’d bring it out since you’ve been into ninjas lately.”
  • He won’t take it off until you stop playing the game

Yoosung:

  • There had been an LOLOL event that week, so he’d been gaming a lot
  • He was still trying to be mindful when you were there, but you seemed pretty relaxed about it
  • He knew something was up when he asked for one more round and you said you didn’t mind
  • When he stops, he crawls next to you and asks what you’re doing on your phone
  • He sees it’s a game and asks what it’s about
  • “Kissed by the Baddest Baker! It’s a dating sim. I’m on the cookie route. Isn’t this guy cute?” 
  • Oh no…Yoosung’s feeling prickly again
  • “Is this to get back at me? I promise I won’t play LOLOL for a week!”
  • You assure him it’s just a fun game
  • He thought you were done after the route, but wait…there’s other routes?!
  • He gets so jealous, so he throws on an apron that says “Kiss the Cook” and just stands in front of you
  • You oblige and kiss him…but he still finds you playing later
  • “It’s the last route, Yoosung. I promise!”

Jaehee:

  • Let’s be honest, she plays those too
  • But you didn’t know
  • One day she catches you playing “Midnight Mulan” and you just nervously chuckle
  • “I can explain–”
  • “I’m on Shang’s route.” 
  • She gives you walkthroughs or hints when you need it
  • Sometimes, to destress, you two will play together and read all the characters in funny voices
  • It really just ends up in giggle fits because you two are ridiculous

Jumin:

  • You were busy playing with Elizabeth when your phone dinged
  • You asked Jumin to check it, thinking it was just a text
  • “What is Queen’s Wardrobe?” 
  • “Oh! That’s just a dating sim I play.”
  • You can basically feel the tension reverberating off of him
  • You have to explain it’s just a game and show him how it works
  • He doesn’t understand why, but he’s okay with it
  • You notice he asks a lot of questions about it…but you can hear the jealous undertones
  • The questions grow more specific when you start smiling
  • “Oh, the guy whose route I’m on just bought the MC a cafe.”
  • He’s silent for a moment and then takes a deep breath
  • You intervene right away, “No, Jumin! Please don’t get a cafe!”


Seven:

  • He noticed a new notification sound on your phone that would go off around every two hours
  • You would disappear a few minutes and then come back
  • He thinks nothing of it until you’re in the store and another girl had the same sound go off
  • You and the girl exchange glances and laugh is this a girl code?
  • He prepares himself, and when the notification goes off, he grabs the phone before you can
  • “What is Eerie Emails?”
  • You have to explain that it’s a dating sim set up like a messenger app with chats every two hours
  • You start showing him the character
  • He points to the one with the glasses (which you say is your favorite)
  • “This looks like me!”
  • “Really? I don’t think so.” 
  • When he finds out that your favorite character has a conflict with his twin sister, he’s so done
  • He keeps making the server crash
  • You get disappointed every time the app crashes and ask if he can fix it
  • He just shrugs, “Why don’t you ask your mysterious IT guy?”

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Sharing is Caring

Title: Sharing is Caring

Pairing: Reader x Jared x Jensen (no J2 action)

Word Count: 2,500

Warning: It’s a threesome, so it’s basically all smut

Summary: You are dating Jared Padalecki. One night, after you’ve gone to bed, Jared has Jensen and their friend Matt over. Matt thinks it would be funny if Jensen slid into bed, pretending to be Jared, to see how badly they could scare you. Little did they know that you hadn’t fallen asleep just yet and heard the entire conversation outside the bedroom door.


“Matt, you do it.” Jared hissed.

“Hell no! Y/N’s gonna kill me. Jensen, you do it!”

“Oh, right, sure. Just let me be the one to get their ass kicked.” There was a slight paused before you heard Jensen mutter, “fuck, alright.”

Smiling to yourself, you did your best to stay still as the door pushes open. All of the boys were laughing quietly as you felt the bed dip next to you. Pretending to shift in your sleep, you rolled over, draping an arm and a leg over ‘Jared’.

Nuzzling your head into his chest you took a deep breath and muttered, “mmm I love it when you smell like Jensen.”

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Being Harry's wife would include:

Requested by: the-models-of-the-universe

An unorganized and non exhaustive list:

- Him introducing you as his wife, his eyes full of love and pride
- Taking pictures of you when you don’t notice during moments of everyday life
- Waking up with his sleepy voice being the first thing you hear in the day
- Having to share your beauty products because he doesn’t care if it for woman or man
- Accompanying him all around the world for red carpets or events
- But always makes sure to stay near of you to keep an eye on you and being sure you feel good
- Not being able to find one of your favorite ring because he “ borrowed” it
- Almost falling when you go home because he lets his boots in the entrance
- Using his perfume to feel like he’s with you when he have to stay in another country
- Asking for your opinion and taking in consideration your remarks when he makes you listen to some unfinished songs
- Having the chance to observing him during his creative process
- His voice singing random songs becoming a background noise of your everyday life
- Long Scrabble games on Sundays when both of you just want to stay home together
- Being surprised because he still find new way of making you smile
- Losing hours of your life looking for one of your cloth lost somewhere in his infinite collection of shirts
- Being an important part of his inspiration when he works on writing a new song
- Laughing together at some inside jokes that only the two of you can understand
- Don’t need his words to understand when he feels bad and needs you and your support
- Him being always supportive when you want to try something new
- Making each other feeling loved and cherished  with little touches of loves
- Him always doing his best to make sure you know how much he loves you
- And, that you don’t need to feel worried or jealous when you two are separated in different countries
- Reassuring you when you share with him your fears about becoming this exposed in the public eyes
- Helping you with  the discomforts and constraints that comes along of being married with him
- Being one of the privileged people that he chooses to listen to his last new songs
- Borrowing his clothes and refusing to return them because they’re more comfortable than yours
- Can’t find a single one of your hair ties because he takes and lost them every time
- Giving you unexpected gestures of love no matter if you are in public or not
- Him thanking you for having endured so many things by love for him
- Him always being attentive when you talk about something you love about …

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we don’t fall in love with soft smiles or bright eyes or a bank account with more numbers than our birthday
and we don’t fall in love because of extravagant outward expressions of infatuation; we don’t need a trail of rose petals or heart-shaped chocolates

we fall in love because of the little things that no one even notices
like when they wake up in the morning and checks on you first, instead of their phone
like when they make you coffee just how you like it and leave it to wait for you until you’ve woken up
like when they get you a copy of that book you once told them you can’t wait to read, even though your room is already overflowing with books you haven’t read yet
like when you come home and find your favorite flowers sitting on the kitchen table “just because”
like when you once told them that you love flowers, but hate it when they die, and for your next anniversary, they got you a flower carved out of soap so it can live forever in your room
like when they post a picture of you on instagram just because they want to talk about how lucky they are to have someone as beautiful as you
like when you feel like you’ll never smile again but they effortlessly make you laugh
like when you feel lost and they remind you how to anchor yourself
we fall in love with the things that nobody even thinks of
the things that we don’t even notice at first
the little things
that slowly become the big things
—  poptartskitty said: can you write something about a bunch of reasons people fall in love??
(cc, 2017)
Cramps & Cozy Baths

Heyyyooo! This is just a small little blurb, because I am having a hellish period right now and the thought of Harry cuddling me makes me feel better!

Warnings: None it’s just cute. Slight mention of nudity?


You hated periods.

You were pretty sure if you were a lesbian who never wanted kids, or just someone who didn’t want kids in general, you would immediately get your tubes tied. Of course, you had to want children in your future, so getting your tubes tied, unfortunately, was not in your near future, and this meant suffering for 5 days every month.

This month, for whatever reason, your cramps were rendering you absolutely useless. For the past two days you had been bundled up in your bedroom, curled around a heating pad with a bottle of Midol on you at all times, but you still felt like your stomach was twisting in on itself and trying to kill you. You had barely touched your phone, and even when you tried, the pain in your stomach was so bad your vision was too blurry from the tears in your eyes to read whatever was on your screen. It was obvious your period was going to be bad this time around, considering you went through half a box of tampons in one day, and you really just wanted to relax in the bath. But, you had just forced yourself to take a shower a few hours earlier, and the thought of leaving the comfort of your bed and your heating pad again made your stomach hurt even more, if that was even possible.

Harry had been worrying about you all day due to your lack of communication, something that was rare between the two of you. You had been best friends for years, and you rarely ever went a day without talking to one another, even if it was just a quick text message to say hello and make sure everything was going well. He immediately noticed that you had been acting off the other day over the phone, and after not hearing from you at all yesterday or today, despite how many times he had called and texted, by 1pm he decided it would be best for him to pop by and make sure you were okay himself. 

The second he slipped the spare key you had given him into the lock and opened the door, he knew something was off. Usually the second he entered your apartment he was assaulted by the scent of whatever candle you were burning that day, the sound of a vinyl blasting through your living room, and the sight of you jumping around the small area with a smile on your face; today, there was absolutely no sign of life in the small apartment, which caused Harry’s worrying to kick into overdrive. The door was quickly shut behind him before he was popping his head into your kitchen, his eyes immediately falling on your cell phone which was currently on the island counter plugged in, meaning you definitely had to be home. Earlier in the day, you had pulled yourself out of bed to grab a bottle of water and ended up leaving your phone downstairs to charge, and you just couldn’t be bothered to go downstairs and grab it when you remembered.

Next, Harry was toeing off his boots quickly before jumping up the small set of stairs you had that lead to your bedroom, and he let out a sigh of relief as he turned the corner and saw your figure lying on your bed through your bedroom door which was currently wide open.

As soon as he entered your bedroom, you could smell him. His cologne was something you had gotten so used to smelling that the scent immediately brought you comfort as it wafted throughout your bedroom, signaling that he was there. You didn’t jump or scream as you felt the bed dipping next to you, all you did was sigh as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled your back against his front, taking on the role of the big spoon (which you would hear about later, when he would say you owed him because he liked to be the little spoon), his hand resting on the heating pad that was over your stomach, and it finally clicked. Harry knew all about your periods, which is to be expected when you’ve been best friends with someone for over 10 years. You had always been very open about it, and Harry always did his best to comfort you; talking about periods never bothered him, after all, he did grow up with his mum and sister, and he felt that acting grossed out about something that was natural was just childish. Periods didn’t bother him whatsoever, he just hated seeing how they affected you every month.

“Had me worried sick, bug,” his voice was quiet, his chin resting on top of your head as his hand slipped in-between your stomach and the heating pad as he began to slowly knead his fingers against your lower stomach, where he knew your cramps were always the worst.

“M’sorry, haven’t been on my phone much,” your voice was rough as you spoke, considering those were the first real words you had spoken in the past two days that weren’t you groaning about pain to yourself.

You could already feel yourself relaxing into Harry as he spoke and his fingers kept working on your stomach, and you were suddenly regretting not grabbing your phone earlier and sending him a quick text, asking him to come over.


Eventually, you ended up falling asleep in Harry’s arms, and he fell asleep not long after you. By the time your cramps decided to come back full force and wake you up, it was now 5pm and even waking up in Harry’s arms wasn’t enough to make the pain go away. You slowly moved out of his arms, forcing yourself out of the bed and into the bathroom, knowing you would need a tampon change and hoping you could find something that was stronger than the midol you had been relying on. Of course, as your luck would have it, the cabinet was empty and the pain in your stomach was so bad you decided to take a seat right on the cold floor, your head leaning against the cabinets. 

It wasn’t long before Harry woke up as well, the lack of warmth from your body causing his body to flip over onto your side and shoot awake when you weren’t there. The light from the bathroom was peaking through a sliver in the door, and he got up slowly, peaking in the bathroom where he saw you now lying on the ground.

“Love,” he groaned, pushing the door open fully as he walked in and kneeled down in front of you, “Should’ve woken me up,” his hand was running through your hair softly as you shrugged, mumbling something about not wanting to bother him, which only caused him to huff and shake his head, “Stubborn, ya kno’ that? Drive me crazy.” As a response, all you did was pout up at him, which he responded to by tugging on your bottom lip lightly before standing up and reaching over to the bathtub to get it started.

“What are you doing?” your head was now tilted towards him, watching as he made sure the temperature was perfect before blocking the drain, letting the water fill the bath.

“M’runnin’ ya’ a bath, what’s it look like silly?” the bag of bath bombs you had next to the bath was now in his hands as he rummaged through it, trying to find your favorite one for when you had cramps, “The warm water will help your cramps, and I’ll stay in here and keep ya’ company so I know you’re okay.”

All you could do was manage a smile, pushing yourself up into a sitting position as you watched Harry tossing the bath bomb into the bath, his eyes widening as he watched it explode with color for a few minutes before his attention was back on you. You were staring up at him, a fond smile on your lips as he raised his eyebrows at you, reaching his hands down and signaling you to grab onto them, which was met with a grunt from you as you slapped your hands into his, letting him pull you up.

Harry had seen you naked plenty of times, that was something that was bound to happen in years of friendship. Neither of you were a stranger to barging in on one another completely in the nude, so when Harry’s fingers wrapped around the hem of your shirt and started to tug it off, you didn’t even flinch, all you did was raise your arms so he could toss it off. No matter how many times Harry had seen your boobs though, he couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered on them longer than they definitely should, but who could blame him? You had really nice boobs, which he had told you before, to be fair.  The next thing to be thrown off were your panties, before Harry was helping you into the bathtub and tossing your discarded clothes into the laundry hamper that was next to the door.

“S’the water okay?” he had pulled up the makeup chair you had in your bathroom next to the tub, and you gave him a nod and a smile as you leaned your back against the tub wall. Due to the bath bomb, the only thing that could be seen through the water was a slight outline of your body, but nothing else.

“Thank you,” you spoke up after a moment of sitting in the water, the scent of your bath bomb and the warm water working to relax your muscles, and stomach. 

“F’course, bug,” he smiled down at you, his hand playing with your hair that was falling over the side of the tub, his fingers massaging your scalp every now and then.

“Can you braid my hair?” a few moments of comfortable silence had passed before you spoke up, sitting up in the tub and bringing your knees to your chest as you looked at him with wide and hopeful eyes. A laugh left his lips as he nodded, and you smiled wide as you turned so your back was now facing him and your head was tilted against his lap as he began to run his fingers through your long hair, separating it and beginning the braid.


Harry was currently bouncing around your kitchen as you sat at the table, your eyes following him as he whipped together a dinner for you two, even though you had protested and said you could just order take out. He refused, of course, because he knew you probably hadn’t eaten because of your cramps and your first meal wasn’t going to be take out. You had spent a good amount of time in the bath, and by the time Harry was helping you out and finding you a shirt to wear (he had opted for a sweater that was his that he found hidden in your drawer, being sure to comment that it looked better on you anyways) your cramps had finally dissipated. 

You had been in love with Harry for as long as you could remember, and times like this only made your feelings for him intensify, even though you knew you would never act on them. You didn’t want to lose Harry, because at the end of the day he was your best friend, and you couldn’t live without him. But, that didn’t stop you from coming up behind him in the kitchen and wrapping your arms around him tightly from behind, your cheek resting against his tone back.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled quietly, and you could feel Harry’s hands sliding over yours that were resting on his stomach and lacing with yours, giving your hands a soft squeeze.

“Always gonna take care of ya,” one of his hands slipped out of yours, and you heard him turning the stove off and pushing the pot with spaghetti off of the burner before he was turning around in your arms, wrapping his own around you and pulling you in closer to him, “Wish you would’ve called me earlier though, could’ve been here all week.” he was sincere as he spoke, and you knew 100% that he wouldn’t hesitate to stay with you an entire week, just making sure you felt better and were being taken care.

“Nooo, couldn’t keep you from all your friends for that long just to take care of little ole’ me. Not that important,” you shrugged, your chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him and he frowned down at you. His arms unwound themselves from around you and only seconds later his hands were on either side of your face, holding your cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“F’course you’re important, bug. Most important person in m’life, ya kno’ that,” his nose was bumping with yours in an eskimo kiss, something you two did often without even really thinking about it, “Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere but here, takin’ care of you, to be honest.”

You didn’t respond, because you didn’t really know how to without spilling your guts to him, so you just bumped your nose back against his, letting your eyes fall closed as you relaxed into his body. In the next minute though, his lips were on yours and you completely froze for a second, causing him to start to pull back which quickly snapped you out of it and your hand reached behind his neck quickly, refusing to let him tilt his head back as you pressed your lips firmly against his again until both of your lips were moving in sync. You were now backed up into the island, his body pressed as close to yours as it could get as his hands slipped under your (his) sweater, resting on your hips as his fingers dug into your skin softly, and both of your bodies felt as if they were going to explode any second, but in the best way possible.

Harry had no idea what came over him, but he knew he had been wanting to kiss you for years and for some reason, standing in your kitchen at that moment, he just couldn’t hold it back anymore. He had realized throughout the day that taking care of you was one of his favorite things to do, and he really wouldn’t mind doing it for the rest of your lives. But, he didn’t want to do it at as a friend. He wanted to be able to lean over and kiss you on the lips whenever he felt like it, rather than having to settle for kisses on your forehead or cheek.

Eventually you both had to pull back for air, your breathing ragged as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, both of your cheeks flushed and a wide smile now on Harry’s face.

“Have no clue how long v’been wanting to do that,” and you couldn’t help but laugh as the words left his lips, because of course you did.

“Think I’ve been wanting you to do it even longer.”

All Harry did was smile, his thumb running along your cheekbone as he looked down at you, and he felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“Does this mean ya’ mine? Cause I don’ wanna kiss and then neither of us talk about it and be confused. I’d really like for you to be mine,” his words were rushed as he spoke, and you could see his cheeks deepening, the blush creeping down his throat, and all you could do was wrap your arms around his waist and place your lips on his once more, hoping that was a good enough answer for him.

Maybe you didn’t hate periods so much anymore.