i always want to use it

anonymous asked:

do native speakers tend to say 'sé' or 'yo sé'? I know you don't need yo with every verb, and I usually don't, but I feel weird just saying sé. muchas gracias <3

¡Hola!

If you want to say “I know” as in English, as a quick response about something that someone said. In Spanish we usually say:

Lo sé: I know it
or:
Ya sé: I know, right?” or “I know (you don’t have to tell me again)” depending on the context and the intonation.

If we say Yo sé then we need a complement:
Yo sé que tienes mucho trabajo. - I know you have a lot of work. 

As you said it right, we don’t always use the pronoun “yo”, only if it’s obvious that we are talking about ourselves, for example in these other expressions:

No lo sé / No sé: I don’t know
Lo sabía: I knew it
Ya lo sabía: I knew it (already; even before you told me)
No lo sabía: I didn’t know

But we need “yo” when more than two people are talking, or when we talk about someone else and then we change the topic about ourselves.

For example:
[In a classroom]
¿Quién sabe cuál es la capital de Argentina? - Who knows the capital of Argentina?
– ¡Yo sé! - I know!

In this case we have to use “yo” because among all the other students it’s me who knows the answer.

[In a group of 3 friends]
A: ¿Cuando va a ser la reunión? - When is the meeting going to be?
B: Yo no sé. - I don’t know
C: Yo tampoco. - Me either

In this case we also need “yo” because speaker A is talking to two people. So speaker B is like “I don’t know about my friend, but as for me, I don’t know”.
And we always use “yo” when we say “
yo también” (me too) or “yo tampoco (me either).

[When we change the topic]:
Eso me dijo, pero yo sé que me estaba mintiendo.
That’s what he told me, but I know he was lying to me.

In this case, we need “yo” because in the first part of the sentence we talk about him, and in the second part we talk about us.

Todos iban vestidos de blanco, pero yo no sabía y fui con un vestido rojo. 
Everybody went dressed in white, but I didn’t know and I went in a red dress.

In this case we also need “yo” because the first part of the sentence talks about everybody else and the second part talks about us.

We can also use “yo” to make more emphasis on what we know. Usually when we comfort someone, or we give an advice, or we make an excuse, or we ask for a favor.

For example:
Yo sé que tienes mucho trabajo, pero necesito que me ayudes.
I know you have a lot of work, but I need you to help me. 

Yo sé que esta etapa es muy difícil, pero también sé que eres muy inteligente y puedes lograrlo. 
I know this phase is very difficult, but I also know you are very intelligent and you can make it.

Yo sé que es importante, pero lo olvidé por completo.
I know it’s important, but I completely forgot.


I hope this was helpful! :)

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. (( yo it’s 1:47am))
Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mind until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.
—  for my wife.

badboy!jungkook + drunken fight

Originally posted by wonhoslilmonster

You loved Jungkook’s hands. It was a well known fact amongst the two of you.

You loved when he would let you trace the veins over them absentmindedly while watching a movie, letting the motions lull him into a drowsy state. Loved when he would use them to engulf your own, making you feel dainty and like a fairy, use them to cover the expanse of your waist, always so big, so warm. You especially loved when he would use them to pleasure you, ease two long fingers into your mouth teasingly just to see the way your cheeks heat, or slide them beneath the hem of your skirt in public, a feigned doe-eyed look of concern marring his handsome face, topped off with an innocent, “Are you okay, noona?”

But there were nights where Jungkook would feel the familiar tendril of danger teasing at his senses, a habit he had tried and failed to shake off for your sake, a bad boy gone pussy whipped—his words not yours. But Jungkook’s need to break the rules was comparable to an addict who was still in need of just one more fix before they were on the road to recovery.

And those were the nights you dreaded. The ones where you wouldn’t speak to him, wouldn’t even look at him, until those hands you loved, the ones that could paint galaxies across your skin were tattered and bruised made ugly with a need you couldn’t quite understand and probably never would.

“I know you’re awake.”

A pinch to your hip bone.

“Let’s not play this game, princess.” He murmured into your hair, before turning you around to face him. You obliged, but you did so with a glare.

Adorable, he thought.

“Are you not talking to me?” He queried, and his breath reeked of whiskey—you wanted to kiss him, but you wouldn’t. When you didn’t answer he played at your weakness, “Noona.”

A shiver wracked your body and Jungkook grinned.

“You’re so kinky, you know that?” He whispered, hand going to play at the hem of your panty, but not venturing any further.

“Where were you tonight?” You asked finally.

“I just went to have a drink with the guys—”

His smile slipped when you reached around behind you to clasp one of his hands, bringing it to your face for close inspection.

“____.” He sighed but he let your small fingers curl soothingly over torn knuckles, your touch almost hesitant.

“You’re lying.” You frowned, not meeting his gaze.

Jungkook tugged the hood of sweater up before nestling impossibly closer to you, his arms wrapping around you so that your face was nearly cloaked by the hood as well. His lips went down to capture yours in a silent apology, hands slipping beneath the fabric of your camisole.

“Did you eat already?” He murmured. “You want me to grab you something, I won’t be sleeping for a while.”

“You’re still drunk.” You groaned, “God, you’re so…”

You tugged away from him on an annoyed sigh only to be pulled back into his chest. “Do we have to do this tonight?”

“Did you go out with Jimin again?”

“I guess we’re doing this tonight.” He sighed, pulling back from you to sit up. “Alright, hit me with it champ, I can’t guarantee I’ll remember it in the morning though.”

“Do you think this is a joke?” You leaned over to turn on the light.

“Babe, don’t get out of bed.” Jungkook groaned, but he already knew what was coming.

Pants.

You were putting fucking pants on and when you put pants on you started stress cleaning, something that irritated the shit out of Jungkook a fact he had repeatedly mentioned to you, not that you cared when he was always—

“Going out and getting drunk and fucking doing stupid things and you’re lucky you didn’t get arrested this time, you just got off probation. I mean, do you even care?” You hissed, shoving a pair of his skinny jeans into the hamper before shooting him a glare.

It was a well known fact Jungkook wasn’t good enough for you. It was the typical case of bright eyed girl gets tangled up in the wrong crowd and tied down with a dead beat boyfriend who her parents detested and friends tolerated at best and normally Jungkook didn’t give a shit because he loved you and that was more than he could say for a lot of the people that were in and out of his life.

He loved you enough to acknowledge the fact that he wasn’t good enough and try to be better… but there were times, slip ups, fucking withdrawals. The frustration of seeing you so good and pure and just fucking spotless being sullied by all that he was, living in a rundown apartment without complaint working two jobs while you went to school to fucking keep afloat when you could’ve had so much better. It was so—

“Fucking pointless,” Jungkook spat, “to scold me when I’m well aware of my situation, ____. Three hundred and sixty four days out of the year I’m a good little boy for you babe, I go to work I walk the stupid fucking dog I come home to you and we play house and I don’t say shit—”

“I didn’t realize it was such a chore.” You retorted, dropping the laundry basket to glare at him, “I’m sorry if living with me is just so fucking strenuous that you have to go out and do reckless things with people who don’t give two shits about whether or not you go back to jail.”

“You’re twisting my words.” He bit out, deciding that the conversation was too infuriating to try and have while he was laying down. “And what the hell do you know about hyung when you won’t even let him into our apartment for—”

“Because he sells drugs, Jungkook.” You yelled, throwing your hands in the air, “I know you think I’m completely fucking oblivious but I’m not an idiot! He sells drugs and I don’t want him in our home I don’t want that shit in our home. This was supposed to be a fresh start for us—”

“Again with the fucking fresh start. God, you’re like a broken record.” He groaned, carding a hand through his hair, “Why do you care so much apart starting over are you embarrassed of me? Of my past? That the towns precious little ______ spread her legs for a piece of shit?”

A muscle in your jaw ticked and you narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re drunk Jungkook, don’t say things you’ll regret in the morning.”

Jungkook laughed bitterly, “And there’s the fucking kicker. Always telling me what to do, do you know what they say about us behind our back? That you keep my dick your handbag and I handed it over to you on a silver platter. I guess they’re not wrong. Do you get off on it, noona? Are you a sadist? We haven’t tried that one out yet right? We could go right now and I could let you call me all the nasty names your parents do behind my back —low life, waste of space, fucking druggie.”

“Stop.” You spat out, the anger outweighing any hurt you were feeling but you knew it would hit in the morning.

“Do you wanna hit me too? I’ll even let you top. It’s not my favorite,” he feigned distaste before continuing bitterly, “personally I like your pussy—”

A crack echoed through the room and Jungkook winced. It took him a moment to realize the noise wasn’t from your hand meeting his cheek but the crunch of bone as your knuckles met the hard surface of the dresser. He had been anticipating the hit, knew he was well deserving of it but should have known better than to think you would ever lay a hand on him, even dream of it.

Ow.” You whispered, glaring down at your hand furiously where skin was now torn open and the beginnings of a bruise was forming.

“Shit, ____.” Jungkook’s eyes widened, reaching for the hand you had cradled against you only for you to pull back with a watery glare. “Babe.”

“Get away from me!”

“Let me see your hand.” He demanded.

“No, I hate you.” You spat.

“You can hate me all you want but if you seriously hurt your hand you need to go to a doctor.” He retorted, reaching for you again, only to have you back into a corner. He let out a frustrated grunt, glaring at you, “____, fuck please can I see your hand?”

“Oh now you’re concerned about me? I wish that concern popped up six hours ago when I was waiting on the couch with Nicholas,” Jungkook rolled his eyes at the mention of your dog. Such a stupid fucking name. Who gave a dog a human name, “worried sick, scared always so fucking scared of what you’re doing and who you’re with and fucking ow!” You yelped weakly when you strained your hand going to gesture wildly at Jungkook.

“Baby, let me see.” He begged, but all you did was glare through tears, your lip quivering before you looked down and..

You looked so small and honestly childish just standing in that corner crying and Jungkook wanted to be annoyed by it but he was just so fucking fond of you and pissed at himself because he was always making a clusterfuck out of your relationship and hurting you and saying the wrong thing. How did someone even look this cute while they were crying?

“You’re a dick.”

The rest of your words were muffled against the expanse of chest, Jungkook’s arms going to envelope you in a hug. He reaked of stale cigarettes with just the slightest hint of his laundry detergent buried underneath and you nestled closer, tears drying against your cheeks while your hand throbbed.

“I know.” He muttered, his hand went to smooth down your hair lovingly. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry means it’ll never happen again.” You muttered lamely, rubbing at your eyes.

Jungkook cupped your face, his large hands dwarfing you in contrast, thumbs going to swipe stray tears, “Okay, baby.”

“Don’t patronize me.” You whined, tugging away from him.

“Okay, baby.” He said again, his grip on your hips firm. “Let me see your hand.”

You lifted your hand hesitantly, placing it in his and watching him let out a breath of frustration before glaring at you. “It’s going to scar.”

“Then we’ll be twins.” You shot back, defiantly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Don’t be an asshole and I’ll be happy to oblige.” You said bitterly, “God, Jungkook you know you’re so—”

He cut your rant off with a press of his lips against your own, his kiss soft and sweet and reminiscent of your high school days when Jungkook was but a very horny underclassman trying to get a taste of senior—

“It’s late. Let’s sleep and we can fight all you want in the morning, yeah?” His hand went to smooth down the hair at the nape of your neck.

“You know I can’t stay mad that long.” You sighed tiredly.

“Then I’ll eat you out first thing in the morning to makeup for it.” He murmured hotly against your ear, making a shiver wrack your body. He grinned against your neck, “There’s my naughty girl.”

“Sex isn’t the way to solve things.” You muttered weakly.

“No,” he agreed, “but it’s good incentive to work things out, isn’t it? Let’s go, the quicker we go to bed the quicker you can wake up and get your orgasm.”

“Why can’t we just—”

“I know I seem very coherent right now, even I applaud my acting skills but I’m two shots past shitfaced and you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me if you think I can get it up right now.” He sighed, tucking you into bed, “So let’s go to sleep, greedy girl and I promise to make you cum in the morning.”

“But Jungkook I—”

He was fast asleep by the time you turned to face him and you glared at the infuriating boy, you’re anger lasting all but five seconds before you reached up to smooth his hair from his face lovingly. His turned, nestling his cheek into your palm to kiss it before nodding off completely.

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Project: Scrapbook — Horrificator (Part One)

Project: Scrapbook Masterpost (tbp)

Comic By: @daughterofthestars08 (lineart) & @artgraveyard (lineart and color) & @chalala-chan (color) 

Written By: @purr-cat-stinate & @mimosaeyes

Beta’d By: @miraculousandcute & @emeralddrop

Summary: N/A

Words: 5671


Despite the chilly season, the sun was already gracing the citizens of Paris with its warm rays of sunlight that poured from the clouds down onto the earth. It was a lovely day, perfect for picnics, and walks in the park. It was a lovely day to discover something new; or perhaps to create something new.

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J  I  N  Y  O  U  N  G   A  S   Y  O  U  R   B  F

• intellectuals
• model couple
• good looking people
• he boosts your confidence by a lot
• very affectionate towards each other
• you’re his treasure
• so he does whatever he can to keep you happy
• “y/n-ah”
• “you’re so cute”
• “i love you so much”
• “baby”
• he’s annoyingly cute
• “get out of my face”
• once he gives you space you get mad because he’s supposed to be in your face
• always playing with each other
• you keep him so happy
• he’s so cute, you kiss his cheeks more than his lips
• his smile is your oxygen
• warmest hugs
• when you want something, he just gives you his black card
• “go crazy.”
• but ofc you do things for him
• like
• cooking him his favorite meals (after taking hella korean cooking classes)
• giving him the love he deserves
• lollipopping him
• you even buy things sometimes when you’re able to
• “i’m supposed to buy you things”
• he blushes alot because of you
• you’re always on his mind, he’s always thinking of you and how he can please you
• you’re obv his lock screen
• his erthang
• his-
• he has a bunch of memes of you in his gallery
• he so weird, he laughs at them when you’re not around or when he’s feeling down
• “where are my kisses?”
• “i just kissed you?” he’s always confusing you
• “i said kisses not kiss.”
• “why are you like this?”
• he can get turned on by your legs cause they look like chocolate dipped in organic honey
• taking so many selca’s together
• you’re so fine to him
• walks on the beach
• or in the city trying out new things
• “you got staring problems my boy”
• “nah, you just so fine girl i can’t believe you’re all mine”
• “im going home.”
• he’s always fucking up the moment
• the actual love of your life
• there’s never a dull moment when you’re with each other
• 🌚
• daddyo jinyoung
• he’d fuck you while wearing a rolex
• rich sex
• he’s so good
• you’re so good
• y'all can’t keep quite
• but y'all get used to the knocking on the door and walls
• wearing his button up shirts when you’re done
• baby kink
• he tries a new position everytime
• he often goes slow tho cause he really wants to take his time
• “y/n…” he moans a lot
• a couple that koms together is a couple that stays together
• that’s all
• fluffy couple
• y'all have that special glo
• “princess”
• “i only want to make and keep you happy jinyoung”
• “you do, and for that i’m very thankful”
• he really doesn’t know what he’d do without you

Bad Moon Rising (Part 2)

Originally posted by deanandimpala

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, bit of angst

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…


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"Proper Fancied"

Request: Can i request a remus x reader where its after a full moon and she’s helping him to his dorm with the marauders but her dorm is first so shes about to go in but they all hear the other girls making fun of her (kind of like look at me I’m sandra dee) and they let it slip that she has a crush on remus? Thanks I love your log btw ❤️

Pairing: Young Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Crude language, sort of angst? Manly loving, lots of worrying, not much fluff ngl and a bit of a sadistic reader (you’ll see)

Word Count: 2399

I tried to make it cute but I did do this on separate days so it sort of turned? I honestly had no idea what happened since I tried to make it very light-hearted and Marauder-y! But please do enjoy this whirlpool of a shitstorm~ Don’t be afraid to give me your opinions either xx.


It’s the worst one you’d seen yet.

James had rushed into your dormitory not long back – they always seemed to somehow get past the magical slide - and had promptly dragged you out of the room without any explanation despite your frantic complaints of his sudden actions.

You were just about to clamber into your bed, the rest of the gals were Merlin knows where (they never really invited you with them that much, but you didn’t particularly care, you had four brilliant friends that meant the world to you), meaning you were still in some oversized shirt that probably belonged to Peter or one of the boys and some ridiculous looking pumpkin patterned shorts. Not the greatest of looks you had to admit.

“-James! What-what’s going on?” you hastily questioned as you nearly tripped over a step, his long legs striding further than yours could ever reach. His hair was in an horrendously disheveled state that you’d never seen since he had attempted to comb his curls back in your 3rd year. “Moony, he-” James choked out and your heart leaped as you realized that-

Oh my Merlin, he’s crying? What’s happen to Remus?

With the resolve of the determined Gryffindor you were, you halted, grasping a moving James by his broad-woahwhendidhegetthisbroad- shoulders and gently shook him. “James, calm down love. Breathe, tell me what’s happened before you drag me to my death?” You gave him a comforting smile, still keeping the wit in your voice, the last thing you want is an even more panicked James. He never worked well when he was crying; it always ended up with blurred vision, tripping, walking into walls and intensive hiccupping that resembled the squeak of polishing trophies that Filch made us do every week.

James shoved his glasses up on his head and wiped his face dry, “Its Moony- he,” sniffle “-it’s the worst its ever been, he’s proper banged up, we’ve messed up,” he looked up, his guilty eyes puffy and red, “Y/N, I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

You completely forgot, it was the full moon that night. The boys never let you join in their animagi antics and to be frank you didn’t want to see someone you admired so much in unbearable pain. You knew Remus didn’t like you seeing him when his furry problem came about, he didn’t want you to worry nor see him in such a weakened state. Your feelings towards the sandy haired boy didn’t even waver when he first admitted it you, it even grew; you just felt so flattered and grateful that Remus trusted you enough to tell you.

If only I could do the same for him, feelings are ridiculous, I have decided.

You both hastily arrived at the hospital wing in record time and you had promptly burst into a sobbing puddle as you saw your Remus-abravestrongwonderfulboy- just laid there limp and so fragilebrokenscarred. Remus’s head rested on the pillow, a horrendous jagged scar slashed over his nose, barely skimming across his skin, the mark an enflamed red.

You collapsed onto the stools next to Peter, holding onto the shaking boy for dear life, his arms pulling you into the comforting embrace you certainly needed. Bless this boy, he definitely knew how to make you feel better.

And that’s where you stayed the whole night, hunched over a stool, one hand holding Sirius’s and the other tenderly grasping Remus’s. You all had to leave early morning however to escape the wrath of Madame Pomfrey if she ever found out we snuck in to see her most fragile patient. The four of you, minus Remus who still hadn’t woken up, dragged yourselves up to the Gryffindor Common room still half asleep with James mumbling something about hippogriffs taking McGonagall hostage and a giggling comment at your pumpkin shorts.  You had successfully snuck back into your dorm, the boys making sure to walk you there like they always did, then proceeded to shuffle to their own shared room. Slipping into your bed was no problem, your roommates were deep asleep and hopefully too smashed from last night to notice you weren’t in your bed.

You all did the exact same that night too, tiptoeing down to the hospital wing in the middle of the cold September air just to huddle by Remus’s side. You never pressed the boys to what had happened, you were curious but you didn’t want to know what danger they accidently placed themselves in.

Staring down at Remus’s face, the wound no longer looked sore or reddened but it looked much more calmed yet tender. This was definitely going to leave a particularly nasty scar. You were slumped on Remus’s right side, your head nestled in the crook of your arm, the hand mindlessly stroking Remus’s hair whilst the other drawing circles on the sheet. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried, instead your absent mind whirled with thought preoccupied with the boy laid unconscious before you. The Madame said he had awoken earlier but his body needed the sleep so he kept drifting off asleep every so often.

The boys were all deep within their dreams, their slight snoring somehow calming you slightly. Your eyes heavily shut, stained from them being open for so long when clearing of a throat snapped you awake. Glancing down, your eyes met the tired, but familiar hazel azure that was Remus’s.

“Hi.” You softly greeted, trying hard not to choke up and cry in front of the boy. Remus gave you a tired smile despite how painful it must be to move his face, Hi Y/N.” His voice held a sore rasp to it but it sounded wonderful saying your name.

“How you feeling Moony?” You whispered, your voice shaking and you were well aware that the hand that was stroking his hair was now trembling ever so slightly. “Just a bit peachy.” Remus let out a little chuckle and you couldn’t help but snort amusement, “You look like you dueled Grindelwald and you’re ‘just peachy’, you absolute numpty.” you shook your head lightly in mock exasperation as Remus shook his light-heartedly.

“Well I you must know, I definitely feel better with you here.” Your hand faltered their strokes in his sandy locks and Remus suddenly cleared his throat, “-you all here, I mean. I appreciate it.” He quickly clarified as he glanced at the other boys slumped around him, his eyes filled with fondness and love that nothing in the world could ever compare.

You didn’t know what words to say to him after that so you left it, leaving the room in a comfortable silence with only the soft breaths and snores of the boys to fill the room. Ever so gently, they lulled your mind to peace and your eyelids shut with you fast asleep.


The next morning consisted of waking up to Peter crying over Remus, Sirius launching into an apologetic speech and James prodding your cheek rather uncomfortably, simply finding childish enjoyment of watching them squish together as drool unattractively dripped out of your mouth. You weren’t very happy to say the least.

When the lads all had their little sob sesh with a very overwhelmed Remus, it was our job to help support him up to the dorm room before the students filtered down for breakfast. All the way in Gryffindor Tower. The opposite side of the castle.

What followed was a lot of cursing; “merlin’sleftballsac-

A lot of fake reassurance; “I got this! I got this, yep I defi-igotthis-!”

A lot of complaints; “Why do you weigh so much! You’ve been snacking on the pork pies again haven’t you Remus.”

“Y/N why are you just standing there and not helping?”

“…I’m the visual motivation that keeps you going..?”

Slowly, but surely, you managed to support him through the portrait hole and up the dormitory stairs. However the boys were determined to see you to your dorm first as James calls it “A tradition for our lovely Y/N to show that we Marauders can too, be gentlemen!”

You all heaved yourselves up the girl’s stairs and made a few confusing twists and turns to your specific dorm room, Peter unlinking his arm from yours and dramatically bowing down to you as you let out a snort of delight. You thanked the boys generously and hastily, and you opened your door but paused when your name was called. Turning around you were met with the boys looking almost insulted. You raised a confused eyebrow, “What?”.

 “Didn’t think you’d actually go without a marauder hug!” James wiggled his eyebrows and a wide smile split open on your face, their hugs always were the cure to your low moods. You dived into his open arms as he rocked from side to side, his curled hair stuffing itself into your face. Peter was already hugging you dearly by the time James let go and you couldn’t help but laugh when Sirius lifted you away from him in his loving arms.

“Merlin Y/N! You’ve been snacking on them pork pies as well haven’t you!” Sirius joked as he put you down and you grumpily hit his arm, ignoring his string of apologies. He knew you loved him really. You turned to the last hug.

Remus stood by himself, no longer supported by the Quidditch fanatics, his arms wide and a knowing smile on his face. His hands motioned you to come close and you gently slid into his hug, careful not to hurt any of his wounds. The hug was warm and secure and you knew that your feeling for Remus were no longer a silly crush that you had dubbed in your mind. You’d never think of Sirius or Peter or James in the same way you viewed Remus, you felt selfish and guilty though, hiding your feeling in the form of being “just best mates”.

Suddenly, you heard a very mocking laugh which broke you and Remus from your hug. You turned to the sound to realize it was only your roommates and it came from the slightly ajar door you left open. You gave the boys an apologetic look, but before you could actually apologies, another voice you recognized as Denise echoed throughout the hallway.

“Y/N’s probably fucking one of them now and I’ll bet you two galleons that it’s Black.” Her claim was followed by a fit of giggling and followed by stunned silence from us. None of us made a sound, too shocked by what just had occurred.

“Nonononono! I saw her rushing out with Potter the other night and she hasn’t even slept here for the past couple days. My money’s on Potter.” The high scratchy pitch that had replied was Tracey, the sound of rustling and rummaging could be heard followed by a triumphant “Aha!”. The girls let out “oooohs” and snickers as you heard Mellissa mockingly clear her throat.

“Ladiiesss and gentlemen! May I present the atrocious wardrobe that is Y/N L/N.” She sang and your throat closed up, you knew you never had the best of clothing choices and you couldn’t believe they were rummaging through your stuff!

“Look at me~ I galivant like I’m a marauder, and I act as if I’m the next best thing since water~” She crooned, giggling as she presumably ridiculed me across the room. Denise let out a loud laugh, wheezing so bad she resembled a dying whale, she interrupted Mellissa’s singing with a wave of her hands.

“That’s Remus’s shirt and all! She’s definitely screwing Lupin, only someone like him would pity her.” She cackled and you felt fury blaze in your blood but before you could storm in there to show her a piece of your mind, Tracey’s words impacted you the most.

“Well she did say she proper fancied Remus.”

Embarrassment, humiliation and most of all, shame shot through your body as tears brimmed your eyes. You could see Peter look uncertainly between the door, Remus and you but you didn’t want to see the sandy haired boy’s reaction. You didn’t want to see his disgusted expression. You strutted forwards, your thoughts whirling with numerous plans of revenge.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I have three cunts to dispose of.” Rage ignited within you and you ignored Sirius’s warning before you stormed into the room, magically locking the door behind you. A string of furious hexes left your mouth and chaos ensued the room a few seconds later.


It was rather satisfying, letting your feelings out.

You sat on your bed rather giddily, surrounded by some of your favorite treats from the numerous times you snuck out to Hogsmeade, a couple fashion magazines and a nice warm mug of Butterbeer you got one of the house elves to fetch you.

You were in the middle of reading why Jobberknoll feathers wouldn’t complement your skin tone when you heard an owl pecking at your window. You gave the bird an exasperated look from across the room but shifted all your stuff to the side before making your way to the window located on the opposite side of the room.

You passed Denise who was intensely looking at you in fear, her usually golden hair half singed off, now a horrid neon yellow and a feather magically tickling her feet, however she was helpless; Frozen by the full body-bind curse you had sent her way, leaving her needing to squirm and laugh, yet unable to do so.

You let out a delighted hum as you stepped over a ‘‘Petrificus Totalus’’ed Tracey who was sporting a rather unattractive green hue with purple boils, and made your way over to the window. Unlatching it you saw that the owl had a note attached to its leg, you gave the cute thing a little treat and you had noticed its eye was looking confusingly behind you. You turned around and snorted, understanding its immense confusion.

“Don’t worry love, you’re not seeing things, she’s human.” You reassured the brown beauty, referring to Mellissa who strung up- upside down and was covered in feathers from head to toe and had antlers sprouting out of her forehead- she too placed in a full body-binding spell. You shut the window and trotted back to your bed, sliding under the warm covers and unfolded the dainty note.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I ‘proper fancied’ you too. xx”

What traveling has taught me:

-It’s not a race. I was always so bummed about the number of countries I’ve been to compared to other people my age until I understood that the number of places visited is not what traveling is about at all. It’s not important about how many places you’ve been but the depth you’ve explored them. I have been to some beautiful places all around the world that I am insanely grateful for. We can not compare our journeys to others.

-Read books you normally wouldn’t read. Question each line. Watch movies you normally wouldn’t go see. Study the cinematography. Order the meal on the menu you can’t pronounce. This is how you discover new parts of yourself.

-Take care of our earth. We are destroying it faster than we even know. Humans need places that have not been altered or rearranged by man.

-Simplify. Clean. Get rid of shit. We don’t need a lot to live. Oh, and, pack light.

-Walk barefoot. Harden the bottom of your feet. Wear less makeup and dress the way you want. Be comfortable with your natural body. Drink more water. Take care of yourself.

-You have the power to choose love. Love the sky, the stars, the animals, the people, the trees, the street corners. Always choose to love.

-Going alone is okay. If we all waited for someone to travel with us, we’d be waiting for a very, very long time. So, please go even if you have no one to go with. There are millions of people all over the world that are just waiting to meet you. Some of them you’ll meet in a hostel room and you’ll end up spending the night walking through the street markets, some of them you’ll meet at a bar and discover new corners of a city you didn’t know existed, some of them you’ll meet sitting on a bench at a bus stop and you’ll end up sharing the best coffee you’ve probably ever had, some of them you’ll meet watching the sunset on the beach and you’ll end up sharing stories and laughing with them until the morning and some of them will end up being your best friends. And sometimes you’re going to be alone and going on tours, to the movies, or to restaurants sounds scary to do by yourself at first but soon enough you’ll learn that it is completely okay to be alone. Solo does not mean lonely.

-Don’t say you don’t like anything until you try it at least three times.

-Save your change.

-Spend less time on social media. It’s no secret that social media is addictive and it’s really good at taking away precious moments. It’s important to not be glued to your phone or laptop while abroad. Social media will always be there for you when you get home.

-Traveling is overly romanticized. It is very hard work. It does not solve all your problems that you have at home. And traveling is not what it looks like on Instagram.

-When you’re eating, really taste your food. Talk to the locals. Immerse yourself fully into this new culture. When you’re out hiking, let go of your phone. This is how you’re going to get the best experience possible. Live in the moment.

-Take photos. It is physically impossible to remember all these moments in your life. Someday down the road, maybe when you’re feeling a little depressed or bored, you can grab your camera and scroll through these photos that’ll remind you of some of the best times of your life.

-It’s okay to look like a tourist. It’s cool to make mistakes. Don’t be afraid to ask a questions. If you make a mistake, do or say something offensive then and apologize and move on. Your life won’t be over.

-Cheesy souvenirs are never worth it. Collect sea glass, your train tickets, plane tickets, maps, stickers and coins. Chances are those colosseum magnets you bought in rome were really made in china. Support the locals if you’re going to buy souvenirs.

-People are good. I’m sure you’ve heard or experienced this before but the people with nearly nothing are the most giving. We can all learn something from them.

-The world is not as bad and scary as the news makes it out to be.

-Nothing will ever go as you expect it to. Plans go out the door. I learned this the hard way. In fact, I am sure every traveler has learned this the hard way. You’ll miss flights, you’ll get flat tires on road trips, you’ll end up spending a lot more money than you expected, you’ll miss buses, you’ll have to run to trains to get to them on time, I promise you’ll have a dead battery when all you want to do is call mom to make you feel better, the hostel you wanted will be full, your dumb airline will lose all your luggage, things will get canceled and you’ll spend many unexpected nights crying but despite all the struggles that traveling brings upon us, it is always worth it. The tears, sore shoulders and blistered feet are always worth it. There’s no point in getting mad that your plan fell through.

-Everything happens for a reason. If you get an opportunity, take it and if something comes along in your life to change it, let it.

Onsra | Part V

(v.) – to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

Read: Part 1 | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

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Genre: Demon au / Slight smut (warning)

A/N: Enjoy! I know it’s been a while, haha. There is some smut so I put that in the warning. It’s not a lot in my opinion, but still wanted to address it here!

“Are you okay?” He placed a hand on the brown haired boy’s shoulder. “Jeon Jungkook, speak to me.” His friend had been standing outside in the cold for nearly 3 hours now. He refused to come inside; saying he was moping was an understatement.

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?” Jungkook asked in annoyance and brushed the hand away from him. There was a long drawn out silence between the two of them. Jungkook then quietly mutters: “I fucking gave her everything…”

“You didn’t know-”

“It’s my fault.” Jungkook leaned against the wall and covered his face with his hands. “That’s the thing; I should have known, Jimin.” He was careless and let his guard down. As much as Jimin wanted to comfort him, he had no idea how to.

“How could you have?” Jimin asked and sighed heavily before taking a seat on the pavement beside Jungkook.

“I never should’ve let it get serious or let it drag on like it did,” He muttered and clenched his fist. “I let my feelings get in the way.” He couldn’t think about anyone or anything else except her. What he would give to just feel absolutely nothing.

“You can’t stop yourself from feeling… Nobody can control that.” Jimin mumbles and Jungkook drops his hands to his side in defeat. He only wished he knew the full story, but Jungkook was a private person when it came to these things. Jimin was lucky enough to get Jungkook to even briefly bring it up.

“Can’t you?” He looks up at the sky and scornfully laughs, causing Jimin to furrow his eyebrows in concern. “Can’t you just choose not to feel? Think about it, you wouldn’t ever get hurt again.”

“Jungkook, look-”

“I don’t want to hurt anymore,” Jungkook grabs his chest.

“I understand. But she-”

“Human’s are good for one thing only.” His eyes darkened and he looked down at Jimin. “Once they’re used and spent, just throw them away. After all, there’s always more where they came from.” He muttered cynically.

“You don’t really think that.”

Jungkook laughed, an empty expression on his face as turned away, looking blankly in front of him.

“They’re all the fucking same, Jimin.”

You were no different.

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For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. (( yo it’s 1:47am))
Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mind until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.

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anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Deadpool? Do you think he has or has a chance of developing into a good man? Or that you can't teach old dogs new tricks? I'm genuinely curious as you seem to have a lot of comic background.

hey man look,, anything is possible if the right writer is behind it. i love wade wilson. i start every rant about wade wilson with “i love wade wilson”, because i love wade wilson. wade’s a really interesting character because he isn’t really a good person. people say “oh, he’s good at heart”, but he isn’t, particularly. he has a baseline moral code he won’t compromise on, like not harming children and whatnot, but he’s generally a neutral character who makes his decisions based on personal gain – whether that be monetary or otherwise. he’s not particularly heroic, he’s any one of us if we were in his situation. he picks and chooses his battles. he admires heroes, but doesn’t always understand the sacrifices they make – and a great amount of the time, when wade goes out of his way to perform heroics, he doesn’t get the respect other heroes do. i think, with wade, a lot of the time he believes that he can only be what other people perceive him as. he wants to be respected and admired as a hero, but there’s a futility that follows his efforts, and drives him back into old habits by necessity. to me, good or bad labels won’t really fit on deadpool – it’s just whether his efforts succeed or fail. there’s no way of knowing if wade will really learn what heroism means, to the degree that other heroes do, but i think that gives an edge of realism to wade’s character that sharply contrasts against the fantasy of unwavering good that other heroes embody. what’s the saying? there are no good men, only good deeds. that’s wade. 

right now in marvel is probably the closest we’ll be getting to “hero” deadpool, (which imo is still a god awful person, maybe even worse than before). me, i don’t think Marvel will ever go the Full Redemption arc because… i don’t know, anti-hero Deadpool is more… fun? i guess. to read, and probably write. also, every marvel character is under the curse of never truly being able to evolve. 

How to frost a layer cake like a profesh when you aren’t one

Wotcher folks, it’s your friendly neighbourhood cosplayer/baker extraordinaire back with another baking tutorial… because I’ve got a really good handle on my blog audience, as you can tell.

I made a birthday cake for one of my best friends this weekend - and despite it being one of the hottest weekends of the year, it turned out pretty well. It was actually really straight-forward, so I filmed a few gifs of the decorating process should any of you ever fancy making a simple celebration/birthday cake. So, grab a cup of tea or alcoholic beverage of your choice, and let’s do this.

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James Potter x Slytherin

Originally posted by stimulatedman

  • It was a one time thing
  • That’s what James kept saying to himself
  • He had been storming out of the three broomsticks, Merlin knows why
  • And she had been on her own, a bottle of fire whiskey hanging from her fingers
  • Naturally, they were halfway through arguing bitterly about something 
  • James couldn’t even remember what
  • But their faces had got so close
  • Somehow he had her back against a wall, and his hands were either side of her, caging her in
  • The firewhiskey on her lips was making her words sharp and harsh 
  • To James they sounded too true, too real
  • She was prodding at his buttons, building an anger inside of him that was loosening his control 
  • He just needed her to be quiet
  • And that’s when a drunken James did something reckless, and wholly thoughtless 
  • He just leant down 
  • And closed the gap
  • And then he was pressing his hands into her waist, and she was running her fingers through his hair
  • And their lips were doing far more than either of them had planned
  • Her teeth grazing his bottom lip, challenging him to ask for more
  • His tongue tasting firewhiskey and desire
  • And when they pulled away, panting, they’d just stared at each other for a while
  • Until the world slowly came into focus again
  • A world in which this was not a possibility
  • She walked away from him without another word
  • Since that night James became greedy for her 
  • His eyes drifted to her like magnets, and for all his efforts he couldn’t pull his gaze away
  • Couldn’t concentrate in lessons, or pay attention to his friends
  • But she was a Slytherin, she was from a different world, one he’d sworn off a long time ago
  • He had to make it click in his head
  • She wasn’t for him, and he definitely wasn’t for her
  • But when he caught her by the wrist and pulled her into an empty classroom she just laughed
  • “Finally”
  • James quirked an eyebrow 
  • “What?”’
  • She rolled her eyes 
  • “You’ve been staring all week, I wondered when you’d pluck up the courage." 
  • James shook his head, heat rising in his cheeks
  • "I, uh, I wasn’t trying to…" 
  • The girl before him smirked and something stuttered in his chest 
  • "Wasn’t trying to see if it was as good the second time?” She challenged, teasingly “Then what did you bring me here for?" 
  • James floundered 
  • "I, uh, wanted the… transfiguration homework" 
  • She quirked an eyebrow, taking a step closer and making James’s heart beat double
  • "You mean, the transfiguration homework you have… in your hand?" 
  • She smirked, sliding a roll of parchment from his fingers
  • "Yeah, that” James breathed, his head already spinning 
  • Their noses were almost touching now 
  • “Come on, I thought, Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.” She taunted 
  • The corners of James’s mouth twitched upwards, and he couldn’t help himself
  • Couldn’t stop his hands drifting either side of her face
  • “And I thought…” He couldn’t finish the sentence without pressing his lips to hers “Slytherins… were supposed…to be…bad…kissers.”
  • She moaned softly, mouthing along his neck and bringing her lips back to his for just long enough to prove that the second time was, in fact, much better than the first 
  • “It’s not the first time you’ve been wrong, Potter.” 
  • She was gone before he was ready
  • James leaned his head against the wall and let out a long breath
  • Fuck
  • It was a downward spiral from there
  • Just one more time, he told himself, as his fingers locked around hers and doors closed behind them
  • She was always so soft, so warm
  • “Stop running away every time I kiss you.” James murmured into her neck
  • The smell of her perfume making him dizzy 
  • “If it bothers you, stop kissing me.”
  • “I don’t want to.” He hummed
  • Each stolen moment pulled James further under
  • He always faced the Slytherin table in the great hall
  • His fingers would twitch when she flicked her loose curls over her shoulder
  • He started using the map, stealing her wherever he could
  • She would always smile, and slide her hand to the back of his neck, pulling him close for a few moments of bliss
  • Of course it would come crashing down on him, he knew that
  • But when every time was the last time
  • Fuck, he couldn’t resist
  • Until he saw it, right there in transfiguration class
  • Avery’s hand on the small of her back 
  • James’s whole body froze
  • Avery’s thumb was rubbing her waist
  • He blinked, trying to control the fire that felt like it was consuming his insides
  • It took him three days
  • Three days of finally averting his eyes from her
  • Facing away from her in the great hall, and in each and every lesson they had together
  • Avoiding her gaze every time they passed in the corridor
  • Three full days without his touch, or even a glance, for her to snap
  • She marched up to him right in the middle of the great hall
  • “I need to speak to you, Potter.” Her voice trembled for a split second as her fingers closed around his wrist
  • She marched him away before anyone had a moment to stop them
  • When they were finally alone she shoved him hard in the chest
  • “What is it?” She snapped. “You’ve stopped looking at me, you’ve stopped everything. Why?”
  • James squinted. Her voice sounded different, there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. 
  • And her eyes, they almost looked… he shook his head
  • “You’re with Avery.” James shrugged. 
  • She looked at him as if he’d just suggested she was screwing Dumbledore
  • “I most certainly am not.” She snapped. 
  • Something in James’s chest expanded and contracted at the same time
  • “He’s all over you.” James said lowly. “Makes sense.”
  • She let out a short, high laugh
  • “Potter. Are you jealous?” 
  • James shook his head “Don’t have anything to be jealous of.”
  • He tried to ignore the ache pulling in his chest 
  • “Don’t be an idiot.” She snapped, her voice wavering again
  • James felt a familiar anger in the pit of his stomach
  • Me? We’re both being idiots if we think this can work. I can’t kiss you every spare minute and then watch another guy touching you and not be able to do anything about it. I can’t hold you knowing I’ll have to let go of you at any second. It’s not fair.”
  • James was already moving for the door
  • Her hand was grabbing at his arm, pulling him back, but it was the wavering “please” that made him stop
  • “James, I’m yours. No one else’s.”
  • It was the wobble in her voice that made him turn
  • And the slight wet glisten in her eyes that made him sigh, and wind his arms around her 
  • “I know we have to keep it secret.” She whispered, resting her chin on his jumper so she could look up at him. “But you know what would be more unfair?”
  • She bit her lip. “Not being together at all.” Her voice was still shaky
  • “Just a little piece of you…” She murmured. “It’s better than nothing.”
  • James looked down at the big, round eyes below him
  • He shook his head, grappling between the desire to do what was sensible, and what he wanted
  • “C’mere.” He murmured, dipping his head to touch his lips to hers
  • He never had been particularly sensible

anonymous asked:

(new fan here) do Bastille have any love songs? I've noticed most songs on the first album are more about like, dark themes and on WW they're about the media and stuff. I'm not complaining, I actually find it refreshing to know a band is writing songs about something other than what has become the main theme in the music industry, I just wanted to know. (if there are any, which ones?)

Bastille are definitely not big on the love songs. Dan always mentions how he finds it more interesting to write about the themes and things he finds interesting and how he is impacted by the movies and books he reads as well as the world around us. I am also a big fan of this, because it’s just very interesting to hear things in different perspectives and have a change of mind. But I do think you might be missing that the songs have several different themes in them and they can include love. It can be hard to tell since we’re so used to seeing love as the main and only theme, but Dan is a very creative and original songwriter who is capable in working more than one theme into a song. I feel like that’s part of what makes Bastille so good. The songs make you think and connect deeper than other songs, because they touch on so many things that several people feel. 

That being said the songs I would consider as love songs are:

  • Durban Skies from All This Bad Blood - It’s a song in the perspective of Dan hearing about the story of how his parents fell in love and got married. I think that’s really cute and sweet. 
  • Torn Apart from their mixtape VS. (OPH3) - It’s a sad love song about being torn from the person you love and the stripped back version is stunningly beautiful. You can find it here (x)
  • The Anchor from Wild World - It’s about the one person who grounds you in a world you feel like you can’t get a grip on. I know that the feelings described in this song doesn’t necessarily have to be about s/o and can be about a family member, friend, etc. I don’t see that as meaning it’s not love. I’m sure whoever you feel is your “anchor” you love in some way. Anyone who is able to do that feels like a comfort and safety and that to me is love. 
  • Warmth from Wild World - “It’s about how the world is pretty fucked up in general, but how people and relationships are great and can kind of be like the solace in that.” This a quote from Dan on what the album was about, and so it’s no surprise why this song is the crux of the album. I feel it truly covers exactly what he said, and that when he’s talking about people and relationships he’s again referring to someone that you trust and makes you feel warm and happy inside, even when the world around you is terrible. I think that’s my favorite form of love. 
  • Glory from Wild World - This song is so beautiful for so many reasons. It’s again one of those songs that has more than one theme. One of those themes is definitely love to me, because a lot of times we can feel hopeless “way down here upon the ground”, especially when you’re “looking up for heaven” just waiting for something to happen or for things to be okay but with no sign from anyone that it will. That’s when you need your best friend, family member, or significant other to be there to reassure you and “put your hand” in theirs and let you know things will be okay, because heaven sure as hell ain’t talk right now.
  • Fake It from Wild World - To me this song is another sad love song, because it sounds like it’s about a deteriorating relationship. However, there are so many sentiments of still being in love with the person despite the mistakes and problems that may have happened. My favourite sentiment would be “I wanna waste all my time with you,” because I see time as something so precious so if I’m willing and to devote it on someone they must be pretty special. 

I feel like that covers all of Bastille’s official songs, but I think it’s worth noting that Bastille also makes fantastic covers of love songs, and like real love songs that are just about love. Although they are usualy mashed up with a few other songs so the meaning changes a little I guess, but the primary sentiment is still there for sure. I think the most sterotypical romantic love song cover they did is “I Don’t Want a Miss Thing” which you can listen to here (x). There’s also this mashup of “Locked Out of Heaven” and “Angels” and a few others, which you can listen to here (x).  Thanks so much for your question, it was a lot of fun to answer. Welcome to the fandom and please let us know if you have anymore questions! I really hoped this helped. Okay I’m done rambling now.

- C - 

Still Hurting

Here is Part Three in “This Love”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1334

Warning: angst. talk of miscarriage.

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.


           “This is the first step,” Jensen said, holding your hand as you walked up to Jared and Genevieve’s house.

           You nodded, “Yeah.”

           “I’m right here. We’re together,” he said.

           You nodded again, “I know.”

           When Genevieve opened the door, she saw you and Jensen holding hands and smiled, “Finally.”

           “We need to talk to you and Jared,” Jensen said.

           Genevieve let you in, “Of course. Come on in.”

           The two of you walked into the house and Genevieve called for Jared to join you in the living room.

           “Hey, Guys,” Jared smiled when he saw you and Jensen holding hands, “Looks like things are okay.”

           “Umm … we’re working on it,” you said.

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It’s me, the fandom spoilsport, at it again, this time around Keith’s knife and the idea that he’s the knife guy.

I mean I get where it comes from. It is kind of funny in a modern/near-future Earth that Keith is just walking around with, y’know, a knife the length of his forearm (that’s actually a sword pretending to be a knife but I digress) but I do not feel like Keith would be the kind of guy who gets up to a lot of knife shenanigans.

Like? His childhood, his history, and a fair amount of his identity is tied up in this thing. It’s probably primarily a comfort object to him- it almost never leaves his side and that’s not for practicality or that he assumes he’ll need a knife in most situations but that it’s reassuring. He’d probably get kind of offended if Lance was like “hey Keith lend me your knife I want to make a murder roomba and Hunk won’t let me use any of the good steak knives”

I mean I kind of imagine Keith as the moderately grungy guy who forgets to shower and is hit-or-miss with his sleep habits like executive functioning issues and a year of living as frugally as possible in the middle of nowhere where if you want to take a bath you need to manually pump the water out of the ground and heat it yourself have ganged up on him something fierce, but- imagine Keith where his knife is always in great condition like he has near encyclopedic knowledge of sharpening and how to check an edge and has pretty much had to figure out entirely on his own what the heck are even his knife’s properties because he researches into steel, bronze, iron, and none of it quite fits what it’s doing and he’s pretty sure it’s self-repairing.

Keith who will take being tossed into a wall on a mission hard enough that his chest on that side is one big bruise pretty much with minor grumbling and “it’s not that bad” but one time after awakening the sword, he uses it on a mission and it gets chipped or cracked and he’s crushed, hovering nervously while the team talks to a Marmoran about options to get it repaired, and just feeling terrifically exposed and vulnerable the entire time it’s in getting fixed