i hope he has a wonderful day

19 September 2017

My dad’s place, The living room couch

Hi Rose,

I hope your mom has a wonderful birthday! I’m sure she had if she ended up visiting you, especially when you don’t have any books around to distract you. (Good call Albus, good call).

The weather was terrible today so I stayed indoors and read the books you send. I finished The perks of being a wallflower an hour ago, and really enjoyed it. You should read it when Albus lifts your ban!

But I didn’t just read today, because today was one of those rare days on which my dad came home early. He was here just after lunch and we spent the entire afternoon baking. It was wonderful!

As I am writing you this letter my dad is asleep on the couch next to me, still half covered in flour which to be honest looks quite adorable on him. I still don’t know if he’s going to therapy yes or no, but whatever he does it seems to be working since his mood has improved a lot the last few days.

I wished I could say the same about me, but apart from this afternoon I haven’t had much success yet. I mostly read a lot, fleeing into worlds where divorced parents are not an issue I have to deal with. I tried to tell myself that was not why I started reading this much, but lying to yourself isn’t going to get you anywhere.

I talked to Bill the other day (he came over for tea, though really I think your dad send him to check on my dad) and he said that it was okay to be sad about the divorce, so I think I might just try that for a bit. See if letting things out is going to stop me from feeling like I’m walking on the edge of a cliff all the time.

Merlin that sounded dramatic, and trust me it’s not all that bad, but it is true. Divorced parents suck.

Anyhow, I’m falling asleep a bit and I still have to take a shower so I’ll end this letter now. Thank you for writing to me, I know you probably have tons of friends at Hogwarts already and writing to me is a bit of an inconvenience, so I’m very glad you’re doing it.

With love,

Lily Luna Potter

Ps. Say thank you to Lavender Patil for me!

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I don’t remember my first laugh, but I know that making people laugh was my way in. It was just what I was good at early on, and I went with it. Like a lot of people say, “Oh, I developed a sense of humor to traverse the world socially” — which is a word I definitely use, traverse. 

Happy 39th Birthday, Andrew David Samberg! (August 18, 1978)

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happy birthday, colin andrew firth!
~ 10th of september, 1960 ~

                                        940328 ❤️ Happy Birthday Jackson Wang

“Jackson’s skills are excellent but he is humble. He does well till the point that I feel embarrassed. He has a charming and sexy style so many girls like him.”- Bambam

Happy birthday to one of the most humble, caring, and most hard working person we all know! Thank you for everything you do for got7 and all of us ahgases. We know you try your hardest to make sure everyone is happy. You are a blessing in everyones lives and we hope you continue to spread your loving ways to everyone you meet. Jackson we all love you and we are thankful you have such gentle heart and we are extremely proud of you, but we also worry too. Remember it is ok to take time to rest and take care of yourself. We rather see our sunshine happy and healthy and together will the rest of GOT7! Please continue on this wonderful journey with GOT7 as y'all continue to grow. No matter what, us ahgases will love and support you! ❤️ #KINGJACKSONDAY

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🎉 Happy Killugon Day!!!!! 🎉 I’ve been working on a school au (thanks to talks with @pemprika​..!! PLEASE LOOK AT HER SCHOOL AU STUFF THEYRE PERFECT) and this was a lot of fun to do!! oh yea I also added a little bit of context in the captions of what I was thinking about when drawing the scene ahaha;;

 I hope everyone is having a good killugon day!! 💚 💙

Sometimes your forever is someone else’s for now. You’ve been through this before. I can see it in your eyes. It happens like this: you plan your life around a person who doesn’t know what he’s doing next month or next week or for the next twenty minutes. And when it comes to wandering souls, even all the love in the world can’t make them stay. 
     Or this: you give without being asked, handful after handful of yourself. He takes with big hands and hardly ever spends the night, but you blindly hope it will grow into something more. Something wonderful. It must, you think. It has to. But when his pockets are full and a new soul is calling, when the world tilts into clarity and he finds himself awake in the middle of the night, you’ll learn more than your fair share about heartbreak.
     And I know, I know, it’s hard to try again. To give and plan and hope without worrying about the burn. It’s hard, yes, but you have to. You just have to. Because one day, I promise, your forevers will align. Listen to me. One day, someone will teach you how to love again.

he lost the game but he won something better (❁´▽`❁)

happy birthday @kisecchinosedai!!!!!! i hope you have a wonderful day filled with lots of happiness and loveeee ♥ ♥ ♥

anonymous asked:

Hey, um, Thomas...I was wondering... Where do you buy your jeans? My younger brother has a quite the booty like you, and while he enjoys sweatpants a lot, there are certain functions we go to as a family that require the jean-y look. My dad has looked around at every local store and hasn't found any that fit over his butt. Sorry if this is a bit weird - honestly this is my first ask I've ever done. I hope you have a great day! regardless of my weird question...

Oh man haha well I get mine at PacSun cause they have very stretchable yet stylish jeans!

See You Soon | Yoongi

Summary: In which you live in a world where one stroke of a pen against your skin is a signage of forever, and Min Yoongi just has really good timing
Genre: Fluff with a touch of Angst, Soulmate!AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well
Word Count: 7,276
Author’s Note: I have officially joined the Soulmate!AU train of writers, and I hope this is worthy enough for that title. The original story was meant to be super short and super sweet, but of course I just kept adding more and more ideas into this and… this is the end result. Little warning, it is mainly Yoongi/Reader with a side of Jungkook/Reader so… take that as you will. 

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The first time images appear on your skin, you are 12 and have absolutely no idea why. Questions spring up in your mind like wildfire—alarming and so completely out of your control that you perform what could only be politely labeled as a scream before you dash to the bathroom, rubbing roughly at the skin of your arm until the flesh turns bright red. The marks, however, do not fade away.

Taking in a few sharp inhales, you collect your thoughts long enough to carefully study the marks that have been embedded into your skin—ink underneath the flesh that you carefully run your finger across. The end product looks to be a night sky along your forearm. There is a half-crescent moon and lazy stars dancing across the way; twinkling lines and hazy shapes and thick lines like they had been drawn with a sharpie.

For some odd reason, the longer you stare at the drawing, you don’t feel the panic settling back into your nerves. Rather, you feel more calm, peaceful, as if staring at the face of familiarity, like these drawings of half-crescent moons and 6 pointed stars genuinely mean something to you. Or at least, they hold enough significance that you don’t scream or continue trying to rub away the spots.

Your mother comes bounding into the room shortly after, startled by your scream until she sees the source of your apprehension and her lips curl up into a soft and understanding smile. It is right then and there, when she takes your arm, soothingly running her thumb up and down the expanse of the night sky that she spins the narrative of fate, destiny, and the universe.

She tells you that the moment people are born, they are instantly bound with another, tied together by some predetermined string, gifting you with someone you are meant to spend the rest of your life with. Someone who fit against every curve, someone who loved you in every aspect no matter what. Someone who would look at you, and you could just feel the weight of their stares like none other—set all your nerves on fire with just a single touch, leave you knowing without a doubt that that person was the one you were meant to spend your life with.

Your soulmate. Your other half.

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Dear Diary,

It has been another long day searching for my beloved Glendower. Is it weird to call him my beloved? I do hope Blue doesn’t take offense to that. But she must know how I feel. Maybe I should have winked after I finished her yogurt. Would that have been too obvious? Diary, you should have seen how incredible Adam looked today in his tee shirt. Is that inappropriate? It is just…the way he so recklessly wears a shirt like that with abandon….it’s Incredible! He truly inspires me every day. I cannot find my boat shoes this week and am sincerely wondering if it was Ronan who hid them. Perhaps Noah, though I would expect better of my dearest ghost friend. Tomorrow I have plans with Henry, though I hope he does not bring his robotic bee to our lunch. I hope you have a good night, diary. May the search for Glendower be as rewarding as writing here to you.

Sincerely, 

Gansey

anonymous asked:

I love your art, very cute! I wonder, if you had to pick a different team for Futakuchi to be a part of, what team would it be?

karasuno

Ok but can we talk about the poor person who took Jack’s Valentine’s order???

Like obviously this was done with a lot of notice. You don’t get a sea of roses a week before Valentine’s Day, you gotta plan this shit a month in advance at least.

So imagine it, the store opened like half an hour ago, Carl the new guy, is a little sleepy still getting used to having to show up at the crack of dawn to receive deliveries, and answers the phone.

He takes the order and the customer details, and aw that’s sweet, this guy is already thinking of Valentine’s Day. That’s commitment right there.

He doesn’t think too much about it, till Lisa is putting the order into their system and she tracks him down.

“Hey Carl, I know you had the early shift and it’s your first week, so I’m going to let this one pass, but you realise you put the order as 12 dozen roses right? That’s 144 roses my friend.”

“Oh shit, yeah that doesn’t sound right,” Carl laughs because it not only doesn’t sound right, it sounds ridiculous. “He probably said 2 dozen or something like that and I fucked up, thanks for catching that.”

Carl is very relieved because that kind of fuck up would probably have been his job.

“No worries, on my first day I almost mixed two big orders and sent a funeral arrangement to a wedding!”

She tells him a few more stories before they go back to work, and then calls the customer who put the order to get the correct number of roses.

“Hello Mr. Zimmermann? I’m calling in regard to the order you placed this morning with The Green Room, I just wanted to confirm some of the details of the order before putting it on the system?”

Lisa reads back the address, the time and date, name of the person who would receive the flowers and then hesitates for just a moment.

“The order says 12 dozen roses, which would make it 144 roses, but I’m sure that’s a mix up,” she says hoping the guy has a sense of humour and won’t make it into a thing.

“Yeah it must be, I didn’t order 144,” Mr. Zimmermann says with a steady voice, so he isn’t laughing but he prolly won’t be an asshole about it, “I ordered 150.”

“Pardon me?” Lisa asked wondering if this was the start of a bad joke or if indeed this was a prank order, she sceptically asks again, “so you want 150 roses to be delivered before 7am on Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes,” the guy replies still sounding serious.

“Right,” definitely a prank, “as it is a big order, we won’t be able to process it until we first take payment.”

“That’s fine, do you need my credit card details again?”

Lisa plays along, she confirms the credit card details and she hangs up wishing the ‘costumer’ a good day.

She then calls the manager and explains the situation, because she isn’t going to be the fool who puts that order in without clearing it with her boss.

“Oh,” her boss says when she looks at the name in the order, “go ahead and place it, but first call our distributor to make sure they can put the 150 roses on top of our Valentine’s order and then get a delivery slot booked now. If the costumer calls again or we need to talk to them let me know and I’ll deal with it.”

Lisa waits until she’s on her way home to google Jack Zimmermann which she feels shows a lot of restraint on her part.

“Damn,” she whispers when she gets a look at those gorgeous cheek bones. “What a lucky bitch,” she adds with respect.

She wonders if it would be creepy to try and google Larissa Duan, just out of curiosity but then decides that yeah it probably would be and let’s the matter drop.

(Later Jack will realise this is where the rumours about him dating Lardo start…)
Affair of the Heart

Affair of the heart

Word count: 11.4k

Genre: smut, angst

You were in love with your roommate Hoseok. Jimin knows your secret and wants to help you make him jealous.

Happy Birthday to my world and sunshine! Im not trying to cry but I hope my angel has the best day ever!!


You got home, to your shared apartment, after your morning shift. You hated being a waitress but Sunday mornings did bring in a big crowd. You think people who just got out of church were supposed to be nice but no. Everyone is cranky and wants brunch. Either way people tipped you well this morning and you needed to go buy groceries for you and Hoseok.

Hoseok, you thought. You wondered if he was awake. It was about two in the afternoon so you figured not. You knew he went out for a night of drinking with his friends. You also knew he brought a girl home last night. Mostly because you could hear everything they had done last night, well technically this morning. His room was across from your room and down the hall, that’s how loud they were. You could hear the bed hit the wall, the way she was screaming out for him, it was all too much for you. Especially his moans, they sounded so dirty and needy. You just wished they were for you, aching for you. Here you were in the kitchen writing a grocery list and getting wet thinking about Hoseok moaning.

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