i confess i did love you for a book

I pretended to be brave
I didn’t shed a tear
As I watched you walk away.
Little did you know,
That was my biggest fear.
My heart broke while
My soul quickly shattered,
Why did I let you go when
You were all that mattered.
—  Tenari Ioapo // Confessions of a woman madly in love #15.
While loving you I never wished for more, but I did wish for longer
—  Confessions
All you do now is tell me I’ve changed. Well guess what? I did. I’m not as nice as I used to be. I’m not getting dragged around anymore. Enough. I’m not as innocent as I used to be. What you did to me made me reckless. I’m a brand new person, and I know it’s better for me. I know how to protect myself now. It took me so much time to mend what you broke and become the person I am. You’re not ruining me again.
—  LM. People change People.
Deep breath. “It was you that I chose as we met eyes for the first time, but I never noticed until talking about you made me confused, my heart would scream, and the thought of you gave me hope that maybe I did have a heart, that love was really real no matter how many times I would tell my friends that I would rather be alone, but they would never know that I’d rather just be with you then to be all alone. Even if it’s crazy, even when I know I can’t have you or you could never feel the same I still hold out hope that my heart, for the first time isn’t lying to me because the only honesty I am giving myself is that I know what my feelings are and I am no longer a child and that telling you how I feel is a risk…I like you.” He never said anything, and she left the rest unsaid as she left the room, continuing in her head; But in reality, I’m going to ask you to break my heart and to turn me away because I need to be let go even when you never had me to begin with. I feed myself hope and pretty soon I will walk out that door and never see you again but first, let me go, I need to be let go… “Don’t go.” Deep breath.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write // 3
There are days when it’s really hard to not fall apart. Those are the days when I feel a little like an unkept garden. My roses are just starting to wilt and my daisies have had all of their petals plucked in my attempt to figure out whether or not you still love me. Those are the days when I actually find myself almost sending you the “I miss you” text that I know won’t get us anywhere but that might still make me feel better..? Because I don’t know how to talk about it with other people, and a lot of me doesn’t want to talk about it with other people because nobody knows you the way that I did. Nobody tasted you the way that I did because that was the version of you that you only showed to me. That’s the person I need like water in those terribly dry moments, but he doesn’t even exist.
—  So what do I do now? - 🖤

anonymous asked:

Sorry, I haven't seen the latest episode yet, but when Cas said I love you was it... like meant as a romantic confession solely to Dean or were Sam and Mary there as well, thereby including them? And did Cas actually use the phrase "in love" in regards to Dean? Cause I want canon Destial as much as you but if that phrase was not used and/or Sam/Mary were present then.... well in my book it doesn't count as an in love confession.

So did Cas use use the phrase “in love” ? Cause if not and the other two were present then that scene could easily have been intended to mean “ you are all my family and I love all of you and would die for you” You know? I mean, I wish that it couldn’t mean that and Cas was saying he was in love with Dean but seeing how reluctant the writers seem to make them 110% textually, explicitly, and undeniably canon I have major doubts that the scene was truly meant as a romantic confession. :(

Well, I got both these asks on Friday shortly after my flailing screeching post about the love confession and I have to admit, having seen that scene like a dozen more times since then, I will admit (and have admitted in my review) that it is ambiguous. (my tag for meta on this moment is currently “ambiguous love confessions” so that tells you my viewpoint anyway). FYI My FIRST reaction was that the first “I love you” was romantic. That was my honest to god first reading. I had to go back and re-watch to realise there was ambiguity there hence this meta ask so take that as you will.

In my tag you will find meta on the confession from @awed-frog, @postmodernmulticoloredcloak, and @obsessionisaperfume with additions by other meta writers. Its an interesting mix on the subject. 

Here is my honest opinion

Let’s get this out of the way. In absolutely no way, shape or form, does this “I love you” make destiel 100% undeniably canon. 

I am a destiel shipper and hugely positive about the ship becoming canon in the future, (i also tend to joke around and say things like “its canon” on pictures of Dean saying he “loves that fish” or other silly stuff like that just because it is hilarious and I am slightly chaotic good/ or evil your choice when it comes to these things). Doesn’t mean I believe it. Destiel is not canon. Currently.

HOWEVER. Subtextually, the “I love you” reading CAN be read as a confession to Dean. This is true. You can take it that it was meant for him, just as you can take it that it was meant for all of them. BOTH readings are valid, because like everything else involving this ship, at this point in time its all about the ambiguity. 

From a G.A perspective. This “I love you” was plural. As @awed-frog pointed out, when translating into other languages, this will be translated as the plural form of the word. Because that is the surface reading, it is what any G.A viewer will read. Whether the G.A will consider why Cas specifically clarified between “I love you” and “I love all of you” is another question. But thats what we have to accept. There is enough ambiguity and “plausible deniability” involved for this not to be some huge neon sign telling the audience that destiel is coming. It is far too easy to argue that it was platonic, as well as meant for everyone and not just Dean.

Lets be honest here as well, thanks to the infuriatingly heteronormative nature of a G.A, even if Dean and Cas were alone and Cas said “I love you” it would still be taken as a platonic “I love you”. Because the words were not “I am in love with you” and these two things are different. They have different meanings. Anyone whose ever broken up with someone by using the phrase “I love you but I’m not in love with you” will know the difference.

HOWEVER we know that we have previously heard the words “in love with” in relation to Cas, these words were repeated two episodes ago in relation to an angel who was a Cas mirror who later compared his own love (which he clarified was romantic love) to Cas’s love for Dean. When you take this into consideration, suddenly that “I love you” doesn’t seem so platonic.

But there is still the case that the surface reading is the plural form of “you” and therefore it becomes irrelevant. Except that, as previously pointed out in @postmodernmulticoloredcloak‘s meta on the subject, the fact that Cas had to clarify also puts THAT into question. 

Look I totally get where @awed-frog is coming from here. The surface reading is platonic. What I am trying to stress is that it takes very little stretch of the imagination (really none at all) to come to the non-platonic conclusion once you have removed your “no homo” goggles and have at least paid attention to the story for the past few episodes. 

If Cas had just said “I love you” and left it there, then fine. Its platonic and its plural. But he didn’t. He clarified. Just like in 6x20 when he says:

“I did it to protect you”

“I did it to protect all of you”

The first sentence was meant for Dean. The second sentence was to clarify that actually, it wasn’t just for Dean as he didn’t want the other parties (Sam and Bobby) to be left out of his plea. 

In an episode FULL TO THE BRIM with 6x20 call backs this is just another way to show that there are many many layers to what we are watching in this emotional moment. 

Yes the camera cuts to Dean and no one else after that first “I love you”. Meaning the director and editor had the intention that it was meant for Dean too. Yes the clarification of the “all of you” adds to the speculation. There are so many elements at work here and that is what makes the subtext non platonic (though I stress, the surface reading is still platonic because G.A viewers do not pay attention to these things unless it is a guy and a girl they are watching because that bloody Avril Lavinge song is sadly very fucking true in today’s society).

Ignoring the subtext and the film editing and stuff for the moment, we should also consider Cas as a character and what might have been going through his mind at that moment. How do we think HE meant it?

Throughout the confession Cas moves his gaze to look at each Winchester in turn, he refers to all of them throughout. The only time he doesn’t look a Winchester in the eye is when he says “I love you”. He looks down. His eyes are slightly shifty… almost like there is shame hidden in his eyes. WHY?

(Gif source)

He can’t look them in the eye in this moment but he CAN for the rest of his speech. This to me, means he is admitting something secret, something he has buried. Perhaps he keeps it ambiguous because even in those last moments he can’t bare to admit something that he thinks is shameful *cough*sacred oath*cough* so he clarifies: “I love all of you”. 

Not that the clarification does much except further highlight the fact that the “I love you” can be “misinterpreted” as a singular term. In Cas’s own mind he may not have realised this, but Sam and Dean sure did. Their subtle reactions (which I can’t gif hunt for right now) prove the difference as well. To consider Cas’s thought process here, I would say that that first “I love you” WAS meant for Dean, but Cas didn’t WANT to make it clear. He wanted to get it off his chest, but he didn’t want Sam and Mary to know what he actually meant at the time. Hence his looking down at that moment. The “I love you” was far more difficult for him to say than “I love all of you”.

I want to stress here that I don’t want any of you feeling disheartened by this. It was a confession of love. That much is true. This has shown just how far Cas has come since he first graced our screens. His character development is overwhelming. I certainly wasn’t expecting this confession any time soon, this is an amazing development and has added to the building blocks in place for destiel. We have our foundations down already, we have already started laying the bricks, soon we will have everything in place and it will start coming together in a way that everyone will be able to tell what it is.

Consider where we were just one season ago? We have come so far. These writers are building up to it. Its hard not to be impatient especially when they continue to shove all this ambiguity at us I get that, but honestly? We are doing far better than any of us could have predicted at the start of the season let alone at the end of season 10.

Lastly, if in doubt, do what I did. Go on AO3 and check out the tag for the 12x12 coda’s. It is glorious. So fucking glorious. You guys amaze me with your talent. We would not have had all those amazing and extremely believable-in-canon stories 1 week ago were it not for this ambiguous little “I love you”. That, my friends, is one hell of an accomplishment. 

I loved you so much. But then you broke me, and at first I didn’t understand why. But now I do. Some people are insecure, some people need to bring others down to feel content with themselves. Some people can’t help it, but others enjoy doing it, and you did. I spent time trying to mend myself after what you did. But I came out stronger, your words won’t hurt me anymore.
—  LM. You’ll get there.
Handsome and the Geek

Kim Taehyung x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff, Angst, College!AU

inspired by Disney movie Beauty and the Beast


[Prologue]

“I-I like you! P-Please go out with me!”

Taehyung was so tired with that statement. He had been hearing that everyday ever since he entered Seoul University from his freshman days. Now that he was a sophomore, he was so tired of it. He would reply the same thing over and over again.

“Sorry, I don’t have plans on dating someone yet, but thanks for the feelings, I guess.”

He spun his heels and walked away, fishing out his phone to text his friends. He received a reply that they were at the cafeteria, buying some snacks for their movie marathon a few minutes later. He plugged his earphones to his ears and blasted some music on the way to his designated place.

Kim Taehyung, the ideal man any girl would love to date. His friends, grouping them together would name their group Bangtan Sonyeondan or BTS, were also one of the handsome-est guys in the campus. Those seven were so perfect—outstanding grades, sporty, good looking and everything. Girls were competing over themselves so they could get a chance to date them at least once, since those ethereal boys never got a girlfriend in their lives.

“Finally! What took you so long?”

Taehyung looked up from the floor and saw his best friend Jimin running towards him. Pulling the earplugs, he paused the music as Jimin stopped walking. “What? Someone confessed again?”

“You know I have no plans on dating yet, Jiminie.” Taehyung replied as a matter of fact. “I still want to enjoy college life.”

“Whatever you say…”


“Seriously, Kookie? Iron Man again?” Seokjin sighed as he scanned the movies Jungkook brought to the dorms. “We watched this for like… five times now.”

“Why? Anything better than a Super Mario Bros. movie?” Jungkook deadpanned.

“How about anime?” Taehyung suggested, his eyes beaming with excitement.

“You watched anime last night, Tae. Not to mention, you were supposed to be doing your homeworks.” Jimin stated, clearly remembering someone screaming last night while watching Zankyou no Terror.

“W-Well…”

“How about Avatar?” Namjoon asked.

“Okay…I guess.”

Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin sat on the couch while the remaining four sat on the floor. Each of them had their respective bag of chips on hand, watching the movie silently. Taehyung wasn’t interested, because he watched this a million times with his younger brother, who was a vivid fan of Avatar. He whipped out his phone and scrolled down his social media, obviously bored with life. Approximately five minutes later, someone else’s phone rang loudly, startling those who were so focused on the movie.

“Sorry…” Jungkook smiled weakly as he checked his phone. Reading the message, he frowned in disappointment. “Teachers these days love to give stupid tasks to their favorite students…”

“What did Ms. Lee tell you to do? Check some Math papers?” Yoongi asked.

“She’s asking me a favor to grab a list of books for the upcoming midterms in two weeks. She’s in a meeting so she can’t get it.” Jungkook replied.

“I’ll do it.” Taehyung volunteered, standing up to dust his clothes. “Text me the list.”

“As expected of the kind heartthrob of the campus.” Hoseok joked.

“Shut up. Just because I received two confessions doesn’t mean I am the heartthrob. Jin-hyung got five yesterday.” Cue Seokjin pressing his lips together, slightly blushing in embarrassment. Taehyung slipped onto his sneakers and grabbed his favorite bonnet, signalling that he was about to leave.

“Get some more chips too, by the way!”

Is it too late to just start over?
—  💜
Chocolate Confessions

Words: 1866

Genre: FLUFF (that you could probably suffocate), Valentines!Au 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

“I…I like you!” The younger boy looks to the ground in embarrassment. You open your mouth, speechless but before you can utter any words - he turns around and runs at the speed of lightning, right out of your sight.

You can only stare in awe and shock at the objects in your hands.

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Spider. (Yixing, werewolf!au, Mating Season series)

Originally posted by deerxings

Spider.- Yixing, Werewolf!au, Mating Season series


A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind and you almost smiled and leaned into them, before you remembered.

“No.” you said sulkily, ripping the arms off you.

“I hate you, Zhang Yixing.” And proceeded to take a book from the bookshelf. A whine resonated behind you, begging you to pay attention to your supernatural boyfriend.

“But Baobei~”

“No, I hate you.” You cut off any other sweet coos he was about to give you, leaving him there to stomp his foot. You almost laughed at his childishness, but then you remembered.

You hated Zhang Yixing.

You and Yixing went a long way back, going through high school and college did its charm and you fell in love with him. After a year of dating him, he confessed to you about all his absences in school. He said that he just went through his first transformation into a wolf. At first, you thought your jokester of a boyfriend was lying, but then he transformed right in front of your eyes and had you falling back smack on your ass and believing him the hard way. You got used to it after a while- he was, after all, Yixing, the good, old, dimpled goof you fell in love with. Yet sometimes, his goofiness was far too much.

You woke up into what you thought would be a beautiful day- mating season was coming. You knew that from the mind-blowing night you spent with him. Since Yixing is so playful most of the time, you almost forgot he could have that side to him as well, making you that much more breathless when he suddenly pushed you up against the wall and sucked on your neck, rasping that he wants you so bad in that husky voice of his, making your knees buckle.

You were expecting to wake up with him still by your side and saying good morning with a kiss to your lips or maybe even something more and that’s when your eyes opened and laid on the ugly, eight legged monster currently on the sheets that were covering your body.

You threw the sheets off your body with a shriek, scrambling to the nearest chair you could find and that’s when a sound broke through your fear- laughter. And there he was, bent over in giggles, clapping his knees, all that jazz. The other hand was still feebly trying to hold up the cell phone with which he was recording the scene unraveling in front of you. And that’s when it all made sense. Yixing knew about your fear of spiders and he decided to pull a prank on you.

At first, you ripped the cell phone out of his hands. All he did was yelp, but he still continued laughing. After you deleted the video, you then slapped his back (you were a master at stingy slaps), but that still wasn’t enough to calm the excited man down.

It helped stopping his laughter by shoving the plastic spider down his pants, it sure did.

It was now afternoon and Yixing was slowly growing insane. He hated being ignored, and his discomfort of that grew during mating season. But you didn’t soften. You wanted him to feel that what he did was wrong, and you wanted him to feel it good.

That’s why you sat there with the calmness of an Englishman, reading your chosen book, while Yixing frolicked around you, apologizing cutely. When he realized it wouldn’t work, you heard a sigh before a ripping sound resonated through the apartment and a small wolf pup wormed its way to your lap.

Yixing’s specialty was that he could change to whatever form of a wolf he could. That made him a master at escapes. Even though you were mad at him, you couldn’t help yourself but to gently comb your fingers through the pup’s fur, calming him and you. The mating season took its toll on you as well…there was nothing more you wanted right now than to make Yixing apologize in another way, but your pride was holding you back. And so you went on with petting Yixing and the plot of the book. You were finally getting into some of the good stuff, when suddenly, the little pup stood on his hind legs and pressed his front paws on your chest, its cute face right up in yours. You fought the smile that came onto you when you saw that adorable puppy, so you just lifted your eyebrow at the wolf.

“What do you want, Yix-AH!” you shrieked when the puppy suddenly changed into a very naked Yixing.

“I’m so sorry, ___-ah!” the naked man automatically started peppering you with kisses.

“I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry~”

“Yixing, get off!” you squealed with laughter, trying to block his kisses, but to no avail. The werewolf had you soon stretched on the couch under him, your hands above your head so you couldn’t escape him.

“Not until you forgive me~”  he replied, his lips on your neck and making you shiver. The speed of his kisses slowed but the intensity grew. Soon enough, his tongue slipped into your mouth and his knees slid down a little, making you feel his weight better. You sighed into his mouth, accepting the kisses of apologies that he bestowed on you and soon enough, he had you lifting your head for more.

“So, do you forgive me?”  He asked you, a devilish grin on his face. His voice was huskier than usual and the combination of his deep voice, adorable dimple, bedroom eyes and the erection pressing against your thigh had a fire burn deep inside you. You chuckled at his antics and you leaned up to bite his jaw.

“I do, you idiot.” Yixing chuckled before covering your lips and entwining your fingers with his. The kiss was much softer than the playful ones he gave you a while ago, and it made you melt.

“You should…uhh…” you cleared your throat, trying to get your voice back to normal and trying to ignore the nips nibbling on your neck.

“Get dressed, Yixing.”

“No, baobei.” One of his hands still held your wrists and the other one was already making its way down your body, not passing by the opportunity to squeeze your breast, making you gasp, before he finally got to your jeans.

“You get undressed. Now.”

And with that voice, what Yixing wants, Yixing gets.

angelina-figjam  asked:

So 3 questions; Do you like elain and Azriel or would you prefer him with a new character? I personally would prefer the latter, as I think Elain is a bit too soft. I thought Mor was a good match for him - her vivacity was quite complimentary - in the beginning but alas that cannot be *cries in corner* Secondly, did you ship Az and mor at all? Oh and thirdly, hopes for Az in the next books? :)

I’m gonna answer your second question first. I personally didn’t ship az and mor just for the simple reason that they were together for like 500 years and nothing ever happened…that kinda says a lot to me that maybe they shouldn’t be together if in all that time they never found a moment to confess their love to each other. Of course having read acowar it makes more sense on Mor’s side. And I think, well Az isn’t an idiot, and he’s literally the person who knows everyone’s secrets so I think he had to know on some level that Mor was gay (bi/pan/homoromantic/whatever she identifies as).  

As for Elain and Az, while I think there scenes in acowar were beyond precious i’m still not sure about it. I think if more time had passed so we can see Elain start to heal a little more than yeah maybe I could see them together. It’s like how Feyre needed some time to adjust to becoming Fae and learning how to deal with her powers before things with Rhys could progress, I think the same needs to happen with Elain (and Nesta) before we start pairing every one off. Also she’s still clinging to her past and graysen, so yeah I want more time for her before she finds love. She needs to focus on herself first. 

My hopes for Az? Well I hope Mor feels comfortable enough to come out, not just to him but to the rest of the court as well. And I would like for him to understand and eventually be able to move on and find love somewhere else. Or not even love, I mean not everyone needs to have a single significant other in their life in order to be happy. I just want him to be happy, whether that’s with someone or not. I JUST WANT EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY AND ALIVE.

Books

Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: Could you maybe write a Remus imagine where he and the reader are studying and he’s trying to hint to her that he’s in love with her via quotes in the books he has strewn around him?! I love your writing so so much 😍

A/N: I changed the ending a little… I hope you like it!

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

“Ready to study, Y/N?” Remus asks as he pokes his head around the door to Y/N’s dormitory. Y/N glances up from the notes and books she has spread around her as she lays on her bed. She smiles and waves him in, clearing a space off next to her.

“So I thought we could start with our writing assignment,” Y/N says. “Here’s what I have so far.”

As she describes the outline of her paper, Remus tries to listen, but finds himself distracted by the way she scrunches her nose when she’s trying to explain something, how she subtly bites her lips, the way she plays with her hair when she’s trying to find the perfect word…

“Moony? Are you even listening?”

Remus jerks out of his trance and grabs his own piece of parchment. “Yeah! Yeah, those are all really good ideas!” he says with a smile. “I – well, I don’t have a lot done yet.”

“Let me hear what you have so far!” Y/N says kindly.

Remus clears his throat, preparing to read from his parchment, when his gaze lands on his haphazardly discarded open copy of Pride and Prejudice. An idea comes to him like a flash, and he glances at Y/N once more before continuing.

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you,” he says, his fingers trembling slightly as he glances up to judge Y/N’s reaction. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open.

“Wow, you wrote that? That’s amazing! What else do you have?” she responds eagerly.

Remus can’t believe his good luck. “Maybe today will finally be the day I tell her!” he thinks. Casting his eyes around wildly for more ideas, he sees another one of his books – Possession.

“I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.”

Y/N’s eyes are shining, causing Remus to grin shyly. “Moony, I had no idea you were such a romantic! Do you have anything else?”

Remus clears his throat and, once more, looks around the room for a book. Seeing The White Company, he starts to pretend to read from his parchment again.

“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.”

Remus glances up to Y/N with a smirk, eager for her reaction, only to be met with a small frown and narrowed eyes.

“You didn’t write that.”

Remus swallows hard. “What?”

Y/N snatches up the copy of the novel and waves it around in the air, still glaring at Remus. “Moony, I’m reading this right now! That line was from this book!”

Remus turns rather red but confesses. “Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t write that.”

“Did you write the other two?”

“Umm… no…”

Y/N sighs. “Moony, you shouldn’t put that in your essay. That’s plagiarism! You could get in huge trouble for –”

Remus stands up abruptly. “Y/N, none of those were actually in my essay! Those were for you! I said them for you and I meant them for you!”

Y/N gapes at him. “You – wait, you –”

“Yes, Y/N, I’m in love with you!” Y/N continues to stare at him, unable to process his confession, but Remus takes her silence the wrong way.

“I was stupid to think you’d feel the same way. I’m sorry, I’m – I’m just going to –”

At this, Y/N suddenly jerks out of her trance. “Remus, no! Wait!”

But he’s already gone.

Red, The Blood of Angry Men

Hi I was wondering if you could write a fic of newt x reader? The reader is a metamorphagi and show her emotions through her hair. So when she sees newt for the first time her hair changes from her normal black hair to a deep red because she finds newt to be attractive. And newt finds it cute idk somewhere along the line lol

I love color theory and this was so fun to write!


“Y/N! WAKE UP, IT’S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!” Your best friend yelled in your ear. 

“Mm, 5 more minutes, please” you plead, rolling over in your bed. 

“You’re going to miss care of magical creatures,” they singsong in your ears. You jolt awake 

“I’M READY!” Your friend laughs as you tumble out of bed. 

You quickly run to the bathroom and fix yourself up in the mirror, your hair is a bright orange which shocked you a little. You walk out of the bathroom and your friend bursts out in laughter. 

“What’s so funny?” you ask, 

“Y-You l-look l-l-like an o-orange” they laugh out. 

You roll your eyes and drag them to the great hall. On the way, your hair turns back to black, your normal hair color. You silently breathe a sigh of relief. You admit being a metamorphagi is fun at times, like pranking people, but it’s a big hassle when your emotions are on display for everyone to see. 

Luckily, not everyone knows what each color means, so most don’t actually know what each emotion means. You ate breakfast quickly, wanting to get ready for Care of Magical Creatures. It was your third year which meant you were allowed to take it. You absolutely adored creatures, the tips of your hair turned a gold yellow just thinking about it. 

You ran back to your dorm and grabbed all the books you need and a few extra, just in case. You made your way to class early and waited outside the classroom, eager to start class. Your standing peacefully when you hear a loud crash and some running. 

“GET BACK HERE, YOU PILFERING PEST!” 

That voice was definitely not the professor, it sounded like a young boy instead. Your hair started turning a little purple out of curiosity. You opened the door and saw a brown-haired boy chasing around a niffler. The niffler saw the open door and scurried towards you, you quickly scooped it up and held it in your arms. 

“Now, what do you think you’re doing?” you question the niffler with a playful tone. 

The boy stops in front if you, his hair was floppy and messy, his tie was undone and around his neck, he had his wand behind his ear and his white button up was ruffled and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You stared at the boy, admiring his freckles and the dirt on his nose. 

“Um, excuse me, but you’re holding my niffler,” the voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

How could you forget about the little troublemaker in your arms? You looked down and saw it all cuddled up in your arms. “Oh right, so sorry,” you apologize, handing the niffler to the boy, the niffler looks back at you with a sad expression.

You giggle and pull a coin from your pocket and hand it to the niffler who happily stuffed it in its pouch. When you looked up the boy was staring at you wide-eyed. 

“Um, can I help you?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious.

“Oh sorry, forgive my staring but, your hair just turned from black to red,” he said with a hint of shock in his voice. 

Great, this cute boy thinks I’m weird because my hair changes color, stupid me being a metamorphagi. 

“I don’t think you’re weird, I think you’re amazing,” he whispers in awe. 

Oops, you thought out loud again, your face turned red to match your hair. 

“So, um, what are you doing in here without professor supervision?” you question, trying to change the subject. 

“Oh, I come here a lot, you know, I annoy people,” his head turned away for a split second, “And animals are much better comfort in my opinion.” he turned and went back to put the niffler in its burrow. 

“By the way, how did you know that the Niffler liked shiny objects?” He asked while walking to the bowtruckles. 

“I love magical creatures, I’ve always found them interesting. I was so overjoyed when I got enrolled in this class that I came early,” you reply excitedly. 

He smiles at you, noticing your hair growing golden tips on your still deep red hair. 

“What’s your name? I’m Newt Scamander, ” he says as he holds out his hand. 

“I’m Y/n L/n, pleasure to meet you Newt,” you take his hand and shake it, a little longer than needed in all honesty. People started to walk in and take their seats including your friends. 

“Well, I better let you go off with your friends. Nice meeting you, Y/n!” he said, turning back to the bowtruckles. You turned around and saw your friends deep in conversation. You sigh and turned back to Newt, 

“Actually, I think I’d rather stay with you, if you don’t mind?” you ask. His back was turned but you could see he was grinning. 

“Of course I don’t mind, I’d love to be your partner,” he winced a little after speaking but it only made you giggle. 

“By the way, I did some research on Metamorphagi a couple of years ago. I was in the library and found a book on special abilites some wizards have. If I remember correctly, bright red means anger and dark read means um love. Am I correct?” He sheepishly asks. You start to blush and fidget with your hands before answering him. 

“Yes, that could be correct,” you confess, wanting to disappear at that moment. 

“Well, I think red is a lovely color on you, Y/n,” he gives you a smile that makes your hair turn red again. 

“Damn you, Scamander” you playfully roll your eyes and walk to a table. 

You notice the tips of your hair turning gold again. Let’s just say you were very excited for this class. 


I cant stop singing Red and Black from Les Miserable. Help me, or dont I love les amis so much

ladydetective  asked:

As a matter of interest, why don't you like Pema? (Just curious, I haven't seen Book 1 in a while.)

You know, I did have a post about this somewhere, but idk where it went. 

Basically, I think she’s just super manipulative. 

She’s a great character when you think about it, don’t get me wrong, but I think she’s a total snake. I was just reminded of all of this listening to her speech in Book One about how she bravely “saved” Tenzin from the wrong woman in the name of true love, which is so laughable when you consider that: 

A) Her love confession was apparently shelved by Tenzin for an extended period of time. So he was obviously like “Thanks! imma totes put that shit in my back pocket and see how things play out w my current gf, but I appreciate the offer!”
B) He doesn’t share intimate information about himself with her (never been to the Spirit World? Also apparently disappeared for days and lied about it!) 
C) He spends like 95% of the show buddying up to his ex- you know, the wrong woman- instead of spending time with his wife. 

Anyway, after reading the ATLA comics and having canon confirm that the Acolytes originated as a group of fangirls trying to bang Aang AND THEN finding out that Pema was indeed a teenaged girl that left her family to join the acolytes and went straight into crushing on the ‘chosen one’ while demonizing his girlfriend- it just further solidifies for me that she was pretty scheming from the outset. She admits to having watched Tenzin from afar for quite a long time before making her move- was it really just a fear of rejection or was it conniving and biding her time to put herself out there at just the right moment? 

Idk man, she’s just a sneaky bitch and I don’t like her. 

Then he was silent.

“Fuck.” She cursed as she realized what she did. “I’m sorry.”

He forced a smile, but didn’t say anything back.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear.” She said, regret eating her whole.

“I know,” he finally speaks. “I just hope someday you’ll stop mentioning his name.”

—  18 out of a thousand entries i’ll be writing about you.

mactireagcroiarchive  asked:

Talk to me about Gremma.

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

You want me to talk about one of my favorite ships for Emma of all time???? Like wow, the chemistry in the very beginning is unbeLIEVABLE. Immediate attraction, immediate flirtation. Straight from the beginning, they were going back and forth

Let’s not forget how Emma immediately assumed that certain things were from Graham, which really indicates to me she was hoping that they were from him. Exhibit A, the hot chocolate:

Exhibit B: The Flowers

Emma becomes the one person Graham seems to confide in ( exception being Henry when he starts believing, and even then, it’s in connection to Emma ). He lives in a world where he feels nothing and then she shows up and his life starts again and he finds that he wants more, wants to do what he feels is right and that’s because of her. There’s a mutual understanding between them that doesn’t even need words. Just looks are enough. 

Emma wants to be there for him, to help him and she’s willing to do so much to make it known to him that she cares without using as many words. And when he first grabs her and kisses her in the street, Emma knows it’s coming, her eyes are staring at his lips and she just closes her eyes right before his lips make contact. She doesn’t push him away. She had ample time to stop him from doing it. She wanted it, despite how erratic his behavior was in that moment because if that calms him down, if that allows him some moment to escape, she’s there for him. (this is my interpretation of course)

Plus, just look at how they look at each other. True love sparkles in their eyes. The fact that when they kissed, Graham was able to remember his life, everything about it, true love broke his curse. 

Also, though it wasn’t in the show, it was in the books, Graham’s literal last words to Emma were “I love you” and was using the last of his strength to take care of Emma, to wipe away her tears, AND THEY HAD TO REMOVE EMMA FROM GRAHAM’S BODY WHEN THE PARAMEDICS SHOWED UP. She stayed with him until the end. She never had the chance to confess her own feelings. They never had a chance to be great, to live to the full potential of true love that they had. I am FOREVER SALTY ABOUT THIS.

Tinder and Dylan Strome (Requested)

You hadn’t wanted to even get the app in the first place but your best friend convinced you. 

“Come on, y/n! It’ll be so much fun. You’ll be able to hook up with a lot of guys.” She laughed.

“I don’t really want to hook up with random guys.” 

“Fine fine.” She sighed, pulling you close to her, “You’ll find your prince charming, he’ll be beautiful and funny, just like you want.” She kissed your cheek, “Now make the profile.” She smiled, making you laugh. 

“I always give in to you.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at her as she danced around the room in satisfaction. 

Your fist few matches were duds. They were cute, but were only looking for sex. The ones who weren’t looking for sex were all boring. You were about to abort your Tinder mission, but then you matched with Dylan. 

He caught your attention immediately, appearance wise, he was everything you wanted. He was tall, 6′3 to be exact, he had gorgeous brown hair, hair that you could imagine running your fingers through, and his smile, the second you saw the photo of him smiling you knew that he wanted to meet. 

When you saw he was wearing a hockey jersey, your heart skipped a beat. All of his pictures had something you loved, it had pets, hockey, camping, with kids. When you read his bio, you fell even more for him. He was funny, the kind of funny that makes your cheeks hurt from laughing too much. 

You were scared to send the first message, you knew that he at least found you attractive since you had matched each other, but you still felt uncomfortable. 

“Andie, I don’t know what to do.” You had called your best friend, knowing that she would give you all the answers. 

“Be confident, hon, it’s totally cool for you to send the first message. Hell, he’ll probably find that attractive, most guys do.” You sighed into the phone, “Y/N, you obviously thinks you’re hot, okay? I know you’re nervous, but come on, this could be your guy.” She laughed, “He plays fucking hockey, for Christ sake, I know that you’re already crazy in love.” 

You laughed, your cheeks blushing, “Okay okay, I’m going to send it. Thanks for my boost of confidence.”

“Of course, babe. We gotta stick together.” She made a kiss sound, “I’m going to go to bed, love you, y/n.”

“Love you too, Andie.” You hung open the phone and then opened Tinder, going start to Dylan’s profile. 

“It’s okay, y/n, it’s just a simple hey. It’s not like you’re asking to marrying him.” You said to yourself. You opened up the messenger and typed in ‘hey’, your thumb hovering over the send button. After stalling for thirty seconds you finally hit it. You closed the app and sat your phone on dresser, nervous that Dylan would read it but not respond. 

It was 11:43 pm, you turned your light off and closed your eyes, hoping that when you woke up you’d have a message from him. 

You were dozing off when your phone made a little ‘ping’. It was 12:26. You rubbed your eyes and grabbed your phone. 

NEW MESSAGE FROM DYLAN STROME.

You heart started to beat uncontrollably, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard. 

You double tapped on the message so you could read it. 

‘Hey, I’m Dylan! You’re insanely gorgeous, it’s nice to sorta meet you. :P’

He called you gorgeous. You couldn’t believe it. As bad as you wanted to tell him how attractive he was, you knew you could never work up the courage this earlier in a relationship.

‘Thank you very much. It’s very nice to meet you too, Dylan. I’m Y/N.’ You didn’t hit send, you didn’t know how he would be able to respond, you felt like you needed to give him a question. ‘How are you?’ You hit send. 

You opened Instagram, killing time before he would respond. Another ping and message.

‘I’m tired, but good. You?’ 

‘Tired as well, but it’s nice to talk to you.’ You sent, rubbing your eyes. 

You had started to doze off again when you heard another ping, instead of opening it, you sat your phone on the dresser and fell asleep, not really thinking much about Dylan. 

You woke up to two messages from Dylan. 

The first read, ‘Likewise, from what I can tell, you seem like a really sweet girl. :)’ 

The next message, ‘I assume you fell asleep, hopefully we’ll talk in the morning.’

A huge smile was plastered to your face, you immediately called Andie.

“It’s 7:15, what in the hell are you calling me for?” She grumbled out, obliviously still half asleep.

“Andie! He messaged back, I woke up to two messages!” You were ecstatic, you were almost going start jumping on your bed from all your energy.

Andie laughed, her voice sounding more awake, “Dude! I told you he thought you were hot.” You laughed in response, “I’m going to come over in like an hour, I need to see what this boy looks like.” 

“He’s hot and sweet already, I can tell.” You laughed, giddy with excitement. 

“Did you reply back to the messages?” She asked, you heard her shuffling around her room. 

“Not yet, I called you first.” You admitted. 

Andie laughed, “Good call. I’m going to get in the shower, text him back. See you soon, babe.” She kissed the phone then hung up. 

You were sitting up in your bed, blankets still covering your legs. You opened up your Tinder messages, going straight to Dylan. 

‘Sorry for crashing on you! And same goes for you, you seem very sweet, I also love the fact that you play my favourite sport.’ You hit send, jumping out of bed and into the shower. 

After you got out of the shower you checked your phone, no new messages. You put some simple clothes on, you didn’t have any plans but to sit around with Andie all day. You heard the front door open, it had to be Andie. 

“Show me the pictures.” She said as she stepped into your room, throwing your bag to the floor. 

You laughed, grabbing your phone from your back pocket and flipping to Dylan’s profile. “Here.” You handed her the phone. 

You looked at Andie’s face as she scrolled through the pics, “He’s cute, definitely your type.” She laughed, scrolling down to his bio. 

“What does that even mean?” You laughed, pushing her.

“You like like a nerdy kind of cute.”

“He plays hockey, that’s not nerdy.” You defended. 

“I meant nerdy appearance wise, not personality.” She laughed, “He seems funny from his bio. And he’s tall at fuck.” She smiled, handing you the phone back. “Did he respond?”

You went to the messenger, and she enough, there was a new message from Dylan. 

‘You like hockey!? I lucked out. What other things do you like?’ You read aloud to Andie. 

“What if he is trying to like be subtle about hooking up?” Andie asked, “I mean, he could be innocent, but it sorta seemed like that’s what he was meaning.”

“He said he wasn’t looking for hookups in his bio.” You smiled, “What should I say?”

Andie laughed, “Say what you like. I like cute boys, animals, board games and reading.” 

“Don’t make fun of me!” You giggled. 

“It’s cute, I’m sure he’ll like it, just cut off the cute boys part.” 

‘I’m a huge animal lover! I enjoy games, reading and music a lot. haha, i’m sort of bad at trying to portray how i am.’ “How does that sound?” You asked Andie, handing her the phone.

“Sounds good.” She hit the send button for you, “We should meet up with him today!” 

“That’s a terrible idea, Andie.”

“Why?” She asked.

“Because we don’t even know the kid. What if he’s actually some weird rapist.” A ping came from your phone. 

“Shut up and look at your phone.” She laughed, jumping on your bed and grabbing your laptop. 

‘I’m a huge animal lover too. Do you have any pets? Video games or board games? Books, ahhh, so you must be smart. haha. Favourite music?’ You read again aloud to Andie. 

“Ask him for his number.”

“What?”

“So you can talk on the phone, do it.” 

You sighed, “Fine.” 

‘Hey, what’s your number? Maybe we could talk on the phone, it’ll be easier that way.’ 

Within seconds you got a response. 

‘Great idea, it’s xxx-xxxx.’ 

You typed the number into the dial pad. “Are you ready, Andie?” 

“The question is, are you ready?” She laughed, “You’re going to do all the talking, I’m going to do all the judging.” She giggled. You hit dial and put the phone to your ear, “Speaker phone, girl.” Andie said. 

You did as told and heard the loud rings, “Hello? Y/N?” His voice was like gold, it sounded young, but sweet. 

You looked at Andie and froze, “Say something!” She mouthed.

“Yeah. Hi,” You laughed nervously, “It’s y/n. Dylan?” You were so nervous, you didn’t know why you had agreed to Andie’s stupid plan. 

You heard him chuckle, “Yeah. You sound different than I expected.” 

“What did you expect?” She laughed. 

“Higher, I guess. But I like your voice, it’s really nice.” You imagined him ruffling his hair as he talked. 

“Yours isn’t bad either.” You were starting to feel comfortable, you heard him laugh. “But to answer your questions, I do have pets. A dog named Topher. Video and board games.” You laughed, “Books are good for the brain, and I just love the feeling of being brought into another world. And music, I like a lot of acoustic kinds of things, i hate rap.” You confessed. 

Dylan laughed on the other end, “You sound like an interesting kind of girl, different from the few I’ve talked to on here.”

“Different how so?”

“A lot of people are just looking for sex or their just boring as fuck.” He laughed, “And you seem genuine, you’re sorta weird in this really nice way.” 

You laughed, your cheeks blushing. “I’m glad I get the title of weird girl on Tinder.” 

He chuckled, “I just mean you don’t seem the kind of person to sign up for Tinder.” 

“I didn’t.” You laughed, looking straight at Andie, “My best friend made me, I almost just deleted the app but then we matched.” 

“I feel special now.” He giggled, “Tell me more about yourself.”

“Well, I’m going to college next year, i’m majoring in computer science, I love hockey, obviously.” 

“Who’s your favourite team?” 

“Blackhawks.” You smiled, “Amazing team, all of the players are just phenomenal.”

“Yeah, they’re a strong team, they win the cup practically every other year.” He laughed.

“Ask him to meet up.” Andie whispered.

“Is someone there with you?” He asked. 

“My best friend, Andie.” 

“Hey there, Dylan.” She said laughing. 

You heard Dylan laugh, “Hello Andie!” 

“Y/N is too scared to ask, but we should all meet up! We can go out for a movie?” She smiled as your cheeks turned a bright red. 

“Would it be three of us?” 

“Yeah.” She responded.

“I can invite my friend Connor, make it like a double date.” 

Your cheeks turned a bright red and Andie giggled, “Let’s do it. Does today work for you?” 

“Yeah, how about 5, we can watch the movie first and then go out to dinner? Does that sounds okay, y/n?” 

Your cheeks were still bright pink but you wouldn’t let this opportunity pass, “Yeah, of course.” You laughed nervously. 

“Awesome. I’ll call Connor right now. You should text me, y/n, so we can continue talking.” 

“For sure.” You laughed.   

this-is-furious  asked:

Oh wise Maggie Stiefvater, how I love thee even more with each scroll through your tumblr. I recently discovered The Raven Boys and fell madly in love (I did the audiobook first--the narration is absolutely outstanding!), and I love that book and The Dream Thieves so, so much. I was wondering: can you recommend any books/short stories/movies/pieces of art/anything that will evoke the same feelings as the time when Ronan and the gang go to the barns to bury the night horror?

Here is a confession about the Barns:

No, let me back up.

I started writing The Dream Thieves back when I was 19 — I know I told everyone I began writing The Raven Boys when I was 19, but really, it was it was DT, Ronan’s story. It was only later that I realized I needed to begin with The Raven Boys. Like Ronan, I had (have) recurring dreams and visceral nightmares, but unlike Ronan, I found out that if I wrote them down, I wouldn’t have them again.

I used to go to the Barns in my dreams — nearly every night — and it was precisely as it appears in The Dream Thieves and the later books in the series. Everything Ronan feels about the Barns is how I felt about it.

When it came time to give the Lynch family a kingdom of their own, I knew I was going to give them the Barns, but I also knew that to write it down was to exorcise it from my dreams. Nightmares and dreams really work the same way — the only difference is that you’re afraid of one.

And I was right. I’ve not been back to the Barns since I first wrote it down. Well, not when I’m sleeping, anyway. I guess what I’m trying to say is that every time a reader is pleased to visit the Barns, it makes me feel better about my decision to give it away. So thanks for that.

Here is the music I listen to while writing the Barns:

She Is Like the Swallow“ - Lucia Micarelli

Through Your Bones” - Lost Lander

Da Pacem Domine“ - Estonian Philharmonic Chamber Choir

Exile” - Enya

Taimse Im’ Chodladh“ - Planxty

If anyone has any other suggestions for the OP, please let me/ them know!

Anyway, here is my confession about the Barns: I miss it, even though there were almost always monsters in the shadows.