i love you the most out of everyone

Enough // Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader 

50. “Tell me you need me.”
93. “But, I said I love you.”

warning: mild swearing 

It was only two weeks into your relationship, when Jasons murder happened. It changed everything in Riverdale: how people behaved, how secure everyone felt, your believing, that nothing could happen to you in such a tedious town, but most importantly to you, it changed your relatioship with Jughead. 

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It's A Date // Seo Johnny


the prompt: I would like to request a teacher x student with Johnny being the new college professor falling in love with his a student.

words: 1169

category: fluff + drabble

author note: just a lil johnny drabble! i think i’ve gotten the most johnny requests out of everyone so i hope you guys like this drabble.

- destinee

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou


When your professor entered the room, you hastily hid your phone under the table. Your earbuds were hidden up your sleeve and behind your hair, so that you could listen to your favorite music during the boring history lecture you had to attend once a week.

One earbud out, you half-listened to your professor announce something about an intern coming in for the next few months. You rolled your eyes. Last time an intern came in to teach, it was the most sleep-worthy semester you had ever been a part of. But unfortunately you had to stay awake in order to pass, which resulted in the longest semester of your life.

These interns were young. Weren’t they just in the exact position you were in a year or two ago? Shouldn’t they be a bit more empathetic to you and your fellow students?

“Hello, I’m Johnny Seo. I’ll be your new teacher for this semester.”

Your eyes snapped to the new teacher you would have to get used to. If tall, dark, and handsome had a name, you were sure it would be named Johnny. He was extremely tall, and his skin was smooth and tanned. The handsome part was on a scale of it’s own.

He had a larger face, but it didn’t take away from his attractiveness. His eyes were wide and beautiful, surveying the room. His lips… his neck… you averted your eyes and tried catch your breath. He had to be at least two years older than you. Of course that wasn’t much, but where he was on the seniority scale surpassed you.

Time to stop thinking about your new teacher as if he was your future boyfriend. You resumed your previous position of pretending you were writing notes when in reality, you were just drawing ugly stick figures of yourself.

You prepared yourself for his voice to start droning on in that way that history teachers do. Instead, he spoke with a zealous tone in his voice.

You did have to admit that his excited voice surpassed the boring tone you expected. You even found yourself chuckling from time to time as your new teacher made a joke.


Johnny was already nervous about his first day at the university. After all his efforts to become a college professor, he was finally going to have an entire semester to practice his teaching skills. The opportunity he had been given was an amazing one. If he messed this up, he might not get another chance.

So he got dressed in a nice suit, along with the lucky tie his mother had bought for him at his graduation. He made sure his hair was cut and brushed back properly. His lesson was prepared and he practically had the whole thing memorized.

He was ready to teach.

Then he scanned all of the student’s faces and his eyes landed on you. The corners of his lips turned up to see you hastily hiding your earbuds behind your hair. He could remember just a few years ago when he was in the exact same place.

His eyes trailed over your face a bit longer than usual, noticing the little things about you like your small button nose and light pink lipstick.

“Hello, I’m Johnny Seo. I’ll be your new teacher for this semester.”

Your gaze finally met his and your lips parted. Johnny felt himself smirk as your eyes slowly drifted up and down before blushing and turning away to resume your note writing.

He began his lesson, feeling his confidence grow as he spoke. Especially when you laughed at his jokes, boosting his spirits.

He would have to find a way to thank you.


During lunchtime, you decided to spend lunch in the university’s canteen before you went home.

As you ate your lunch, the chair across from you scraped, announcing the arrival of another person. You looked up.

Your new teacher was sitting across from you, setting his own lunch on the table. “Can I sit here?”

“Sure,” you replied, trying to be calm. “How are you, Professor Seo?”

He cringed, “Oh please call me Johnny. I can’t be two years your senior.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-four.”

“I’m twenty-two.”

“See? Two years. Told you.” His smile was even beautiful up close.

“So, what brings you here, Johnny?” You took a bite of your food.

He shrugged, “I thought I should thank you. You probably didn’t notice, but you helped me stay calm during my lecture today.”

“How so?” Your eyebrow rose.

I don’t know,“ he shrugged. “I guess you reminded me of me when I was in college. You know, listening to music and doodling in class.”

You ducked you face down, “Sorry. I don’t particularly like history.”

“I understand.”

“And yet you teach the subject.”

“Well, it’s how I felt about science,” he explained. “I could listen to history lectures all day.”

“You must be the life of the party,” you said, shooting him a smile.

“Oh, I definitely am,” he replied, tapping his fingers on the table between you.


The next week, you were somewhat surprised to find yourself looking forward to your history lecture.

You got there early, passing Johnny to get to your seat.

The teacher, who had been anticipating your next meeting even more than you had, stood up. “Hello, Y/n.”

“Johnny, I cannot talk right now,” you said tiredly. “I just got up from my nap and I can barely think straight.”

Johnny laughed as you rested your head on the desk. “Do you want some coffee?”

You looked up. A styrofoam cup of office coffee sat on Johnny’s desk. “Isn’t it yours?”

Johnny shrugged, “It’s from the faculty lounge. I haven’t had any yet, so it’s yours if you want it.”

You wordlessly held your hand out for it.

Johnny placed the cup in your hand. “Can’t have my favorite student falling asleep in class, can we?”

You took a sip of coffee before looking at him in surprise. “I’m your favorite student?”

“Sort of?” A blush crept up his neck and he turned away from you to get back to his desk.

“I’m flattered, but I can’t say your my favorite teacher.”

“Why not?” Johnny asked, pouting slightly.

You downed the rest of the coffee in one gulp and winced. “How much creamer do you need in your coffee? I feel like I just drank a glass of hot milk.”

Johnny rolled his eyes, “Well I’m so sorry for not meeting your coffee needs.”

“You should be,” you scoffed jokingly. “I can’t believe you: generously offering me coffee and yet you can’t even prepare it the way I like.”

“Well, how about to make it up to you, I take you out for coffee after this lecture. You can order it any way you like.”

You sat up. It was now your turn to blush. “Um, okay.”

Johnny grinned, “So, it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.” You agreed, returning his warm smile.

~the end~

Spreading the Love

Wow! So, @humblydefiant, @bardofheartdive, @oneiricjourney, @threewhiskeylunch and @sanguinespire all tagged me in that post going around where you call out the people you love.

Needless to say, I feel prrrreeeeeeeetty loved, and by some straight-up amazing people, to boot!

Humbles, it is so nice to talk to have effervescent chats with you at the most awkward moment of my day!

Bard, you are enormously fun to talk to about writing stuff, and I love hearing about your characters!

Journey, I deeply admire your work and wish I ‘got it’ like you get it!

Whiskey, rare-pair hell cellmate. Citadel Council 6-way from crossover Saved Council/Sacrificed Council verse???? (”In my universe, you died in the battle of the Citadel… but in any universe, you’re beautiful…”)

Spire, you’ve been such a supportive voice when I really needed one. Thank you You have more fun with tumblr than most people I know, and it inspires me!

And now I shall ceremonially pass no further love for a couple people:

@storyhoard, my brother in salty late night rants struggles to understand the Youth.

@tovaras, you always teach me something about world-buliding! And cats…

@choosyfruit, who will never look me in the eye again

@gayscottryder, love editing, love being edited, love reading your work and talking about everything

@n7-paleontologist, I actually would sleep better if more people followed your blog, it’s just so great.

@nightmarestudio606, one of my first friends, always keeping me on my toes

@biasfuzzball, I weep that I cannot discuss EU politics on your level, but I enjoy every stimulating or banal chat in between!

@mehutchinsane, you carved a lenny-face on my heart

@shepard-alenko, you made me proud to love fluff

@opallight, i miss collaborating with you, I love you (no hetero)

And of course,

@stonelions, you are one of my very best friends in the world.

Love you all, and several people have recently messaged me some really encouraging and supportive things at a time where I really needed it: I can’t wait to get to know all of you and to see a little bit of life through your eyes. You all mean a lot to me.

ladythugs  asked:




HONESTLY HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HARLEY GIVES ME LIFE (if you need fic recs more centered around that, girl, I GOT YOU) 

Met by Accident (Shall We Skate?-YOIWeek2017) - paxton1976 - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Met by Accident - Boys’ Night Out

We so need a break from the heavy stuff, and this is what I had planned for after the custody battle. It’s funny, it’s fluffy, it’s sarcastic, it’s got something most all love.


Yep, we’ve got smut and it’s the spiciest yet.  You better let me know what you think.  

Hope everyone enjoys!


Chapters: 33/?
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov’s Mother, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Katsuki Hiroko, Katsuki Toshiya, Katsuki Mari, Okukawa Minako, Otabek Altin, Christophe Giacometti, Yakov Feltsman, Emil Nekola, Michele Crispino
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, First Meetings, Car Accidents, Attraction, Developing Friendships, Crush at First Sight, Viktor is an editor, Yuuri is a computer geek, Slow Build, Mild Language, Mutual Attraction, Slow Burn, Snark, Companionable Snark, Illnesses, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Language, Angst, Homophobia, Rejection, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Male Homosexuality, Confessions, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, First Kiss, new family member, Surprises, Acceptance, Aftermath of Domestic Abuse, Drunkenness, Consent, Frottage, Past Child Abuse, Revelations, Past Suicide Attempt, Birthday Presents, Birthday, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Birthday Party, Gag Gift, Fluff and Smut, Lapdance, Drinking Games, Heavy Drinking, Regret, New Year’s Eve, Drinking to Cope, Intervention, Unconditional Love, Valentine’s Day, Valentine’s Day Fluff, Sweet Sixteen, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Bonding, Custody Battle, Courtroom Drama, Fear, Panic Attacks

Viktor, Yuuri, Yurio, Benji and Otabek decide to have a night just for the boys. Everyone has a ton of fun, but some more than others.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Yuuri whispered.

“You drive me crazy every minute of our time together,” the man stated, kissing the spot behind the young man’s ear that he loved so much. Viktor grinned against warm skin when Yuuri moaned softly, lapping the bumps that broke out with his tongue.

“We…I…,” Yuuri stammered.

“Speechless, love? Tell me what you want,” Viktor taunted, dotting the young man’s neck with kisses until he reached his collarbone.


anonymous asked:

Has Kat ever said or done everything problematic cause I love her so much and my love for Eme has gone down a lot recently and I don't want that to happy to Kat too.

Well I mean no, at least not to my knowledge? I’m sure there are ppl who could pull up receipts on anyone but I wouldn’t be interested in that tbh because this whole culture of labeling everyone as problematic really creeps me out but I do know what you mean because these kind of things are disappointing and make my love and attachment fade away too. I mean we are all human and all make mistakes so it’s up to us not to put celebs up on any pedestals in the first place but what I think is most important is being willing to listen to criticism and acknowledge your mistakes. So far Kat’s being proving to be exactly that kind of person, at least what it seems like to me, and I actually adore her and look up to her a lot and there’s never been a situation where she’s made me feel uncomfortable. (I mean if you want an example, there was that time she accidentally liked a romantic cl*lec tweet and then someone messaged her about it saying it’s homophobic and she replied and said she thought it was about friendship and unliked that tweet. That’s literally all I can remember). So yeah anyway I am disappointed but I also wouldn’t write Emeraude off completely because people are evolving beings and not just a list of the problematic things they’ve done and it’s also hard to judge character from these things idk it’s complicated. But anyway Kat McNamara is an angel who is also very cute and adorable but also extremely gorgeous esp when she puts on that dark lipstick and stares right into my soul and she’s also very smart and enthusiastic and dedicated and I’m sure she smells really good and I-

To all my writers out there, particularly fanfic writers because I am one and I’m feelin this hardcore

  • It’s okay that you haven’t written for a while, you can take breaks.
  • You can start writing again whenever you want, you don’t need an excuse.
  • If you would still like an excuse, here it is: I want you to start again, you should totally do it.
  • It’s ok if you’re out of practice, you’ll pick up traction again.
  • We’re all learners and its good to have role models, but try to be better than the writer were before, and try less to be ‘as good as’ someone else.
  • It’s alright to abandon a piece if you have no enthusiasm or passion left for it.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly dramatic.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly ridiculous.
  • Write the crackfic, write the rarepair, or write the popular pair. Write what you want to write.
  • Yes someone has probably written this scene before.
  • Write it anyway if you want to write it.
  • Yeah that trope has probably been done a million times.
  • Use it anyway if you want to use it.
  • Probably there are people who are tired of reading about that AU.
  • Write it anyway, they don’t have to read it.
  • Respect your audience, but don’t let other people dictate what you create.
  • Reblog your own work. Be proud of it. You deserve to pat yourself on the back.
  • I’m proud of you, you’re doing great.
  • Keep writing, keep making stuff. People will care. 
  • Future you will especially care.

dear person reading this:

  • your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
  • your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
  • your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o  n o t  b e  a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
  • “bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
  • your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
  • your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
  • scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
  • same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
  • sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
  • long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
  • tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
  • trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella 
  • ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
  • do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
  • lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
  • #1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek  (▰˘◡˘▰)
  • and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent, you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtaking in every single way.
  • next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
12.12 coda

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Dean gasps. He pulls Castiel’s jacket off with both hands and doesn’t even bother shutting the door behind him. No point anyway. He bites down on Castiel’s lip without being cute about it.

“Dean,” Castiel hisses, helpless. His hands hover uselessly out to the sides as Dean pushes him deeper into his bedroom.

“‘I love you?’” Dean accuses, squeezing Castiel’s hips with those rough beautiful hands so hard that it would probably bruise anyone else. “Just like that, in front of everyone,” he says. He shoves Castiel down, hard.

Castiel bounces a little on the bed, right against Dean’s chest, quickly descending down on his. He looks like he was the one that got hit by a truck, eyes wide open in the oncoming headlights. “Dean.

“Don’t,” Dean growls, ripping Castiel’s shirt open. Buttons scatter to the floor. His skin is pale, smooth, unblemished beneath the cotton. Soft and pliant where his nails dig into it. “You couldn’t even look me in the eye, you coward.”

Castiel can’t deny it or defend himself.

“Your last words,” Dean adds, dangerously close to a sob. “Were going to be…”

He pulls back from Castiel’s face and pants into his mouth. His nose brushes against Castiel’s in a kiss of its own. His lashes are wet.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Castiel reaches up and wraps his arms around Dean’s neck, drawing him into a hug. He knows, intuitively, that Dean isn’t repeating his own words from before. He’s just stating a fact.

And quite a personal one, from the way his lip quivers. The kind of fact that’s unwavering, heartfelt and secret but truer all the same as the seconds tick by, which makes it that much harder to confess to somebody else.

All the breath in Castiel’s body leaves him at once, painfully. Dean doesn’t give him the chance to say anything else before he surges forward again and kisses him, wet lashes cool against his skin. He’s gentler with it than before. His hands, still tacky with dried blood, come up to loosen Castiel’s tie. It slithers limply in his grip, cool and silky, and Castiel gasps when the fabric slides across his nipple. Dean bunches it in his grip against his knitted-back-together side.

“The… door,” Castiel sighs.

Dean turns his head and kisses his cheek. His ear. The bolt of his jaw. Dragging his warm, slack mouth along the rough skin of his neck. “Doesn’t matter,” he tells him.

That’s his serious voice.

Castiel swallows hard. Dean licks a long line up the column of his throat.

“Just be with me,” Dean pleads. His hands go to Castiel’s belt. “God, I really thought I was going to lose you,” he laughs, a little hoarse.

“I really thought I was going to die,” Castiel confesses, just on the right side of hysterical. He lifts his hips up just enough that Dean can pull his pants down over the swell of his ass. Castiel hesitantly reaches up and runs one hand through Dean’s hair.

He walks his fingers down until he’s cradling Dean’s face. Their eyes catch, and hold.

Without another word, Castiel starts divesting Dean of his clothing. They kiss and they kiss and they kiss until their faces rub raw with stubble burn and their lips are red and wet. 

The door stays ajar, and the sounds of their hushed and anguished moans echo like old ghosts through the halls.

catfruits  asked:

Okay, so, I'd love to read a little something by you set in a world where Lavender made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe not okay, but alive?

Once upon a time, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her. She had been the kind of kid who put on dramatic plays for her stuffed animals, for any visitors to the house, and for any neighbor or passersby she could snag from the front yard.

Dating Ron in sixth year had been fun, most of all because everyone had kept sneaking glances at her. She had heard her name in curious whispers and she had grinned and giggled into Parvati’s shoulder.

Everyone was looking now, or pretending not to. She heard the whispers– oh it’s that poor Brown girl. Can you imagine, if it was your daughter, if it was you? Oh and she was so pretty before, too–what a pity–almost makes it worse, doesn’t it?

“You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out. “I was there, once, when Lupin turned without the potion. I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”

“Afraid I’ll sniff you out on a dark night?” Lavender said, face twisting as she sank back into her wicker chair.

“No, I–” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and all the hesitation was making Lavender more and more uncomfortable. Even at eleven, Hermione had bulldozed through things. She didn’t waver. “I was so scared, but I think it was even worse for him. It hurt, but he looked so scared, too, I–”

“I know how it feels,” said Lavender, very quietly, and Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Lavender took a big sip from her tea. It was still steaming– it had not taken long to exhaust small talk, between the two of them.

Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to– make things better. Do you want this?”

Lavender put her mug back down, shaking out scalded fingers, and said, “Yes.” Then, because her mother had raised her right, she said, “Thank you.”

“That sounds like a weird conversation,” said Parvati, whose door Lavender went and knocked on after she and Hermione had split the bill with the precise-to-the-Knut math of the vaguely acquainted and recently employed.

Lavender kicked through the fall of autumn leaves that had collected in front of the porch swing. “She was trying to be nice, I think.”

“She’s not very good at it,” said Parvati.


Her father wept. He tried not to but he was a crier, always had been.

“You were so brave,” said Lavender’s mother, cupping her cheeks in her warm hands and not even flinching at the scar tissue under her palms. “We are so proud.”

Lavender’s mother was a Muggleborn, daughter of a math teacher and a door-to-door salesman (“now there is a profession that requires some magic,” her grandfather used to tell her).

Her father was a wizard and he was trying hard not to cry, bending down to pet the dogs weaving between all their ankles. Lavender bent down, too, scratching behind Fiddlestick’s floppy ears while Mopsy cleaned her cheek forcefully. “Hey,” she said, and her father looked up, trying to firm his wobbly chin.

“You know I’m proud of you, too,” he said, trying not to tremble on it. “I just…” He reached out to squeeze her knee gently. “You did everything right. You did everything good. I’m so proud of you, chickadee.”

“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a Gryffindor, too.


It took Hermione more than a month to figure out the potion sufficiently well enough that she’d let Lavender try it. She was founding a non-profit for nonhuman rights, too, after all, as well as doing a fair few local speaking gigs, petitioning the Wizenagamot on a half dozen issues, getting an advanced degree, and supposedly, at some point, sleeping.

It took more than a month, so Lavender spent another night locked in her parents’ newly fortified cellar. She didn’t remember much, but she woke up with her throat sore and her nails ragged. The door was gouged from the inside. She wondered if she had been screaming. She wondered if that’s what the howls were. She felt like screaming, maybe, a little.

The door cracked open the moment the moon had dropped down below the horizon, outside. Her mother came in with a tray of her favorite breakfast foods– danishes and boiled eggs, steaming hot cocoa with the barest splash of bitter coffee in it.

Parvati came stomping down the stairs after her. “Graceful,” said Lavender. She winced at the roughness of her voice.

“Look who’s talking,” said Parvati. “Up, c'mon, eat your breakfast. We’re doing midnight manicures. Your dad says he’ll let us doll up his nails, too.”

The next full moon night, Lavender locked herself in the cellar again. “It should be safe,” Hermione had said. “It should. I mean, I’ve done all the tests. I followed all the instructions. It should work.”

Lavender didn’t remember, because she never remembered– she didn’t recall the cellar door unlocking and opening after ten minutes of post-moonrise silence. She didn’t recall Parvati Wingardium Leviosa-ing a comfy chair down the stairs, or her sitting down and pulling out a stack of Witch Weeklys, nor did she remember curling up on Parvati’s fuzzy button slippers and going to sleep.

But she did remember waking up in the morning, her cheek pressed into a soft pillow. She was tattered under a thick blanket, but she was human and looking upward at Parvati’s slack, sleeping face. Her dark plaits tumbled, curling, over the soft pink polka dots of her pajamas.

Lavender pulled herself up to sitting, stole the open Witch Weekly, and waited for Parvati to wake up.


“You’re going to be alright,” Professor Trelawney said and she wasn’t even looking at Lavender’s palm, just holding her hand tight in her cold fingers. “You’re going to be happy. You’re going to be fine. People are going to love you and stand by you and we will be there.”

The tower room was just the same as Lavender remembered it, down to the spicy-sweet tea and Trelawney’s big blinking eyes. Lavender squeezed her hands back. “I love you, too, professor.”

“You know, I think you can call me Sybil. It seems the time for it.”

Dean and Seamas’s housewarming for their ugly little first flat was a crowded mess, but the afterparty wasn’t. Lavender and Parvati came by with paint swatches, opinions, and hangover remedies. They ate greasy Chinese food on the floor, because it was about as comfortable as the couch.

They came back the next week, and the next. Parvati conjured a crackling fire in a big fruit bowl Dean’s mother had given him and they all sat around it like they were back at Gryffindor Tower’s hearths, procrastinating on homework.

On nights like that they sometimes talked about Hogwarts, but most of the time they didn’t. Dean had started drawing again and he walked them through his notebooks– his sisters, caricatures of the customers he dealt with in Ollivander’s wand shop, the snarky little comics he’d always scrawled in the edges of his notes. Parvati told them about the Auror trainees’ antics, going ut on their first field missions with their mentors. “All bravado and caffeine,” she said. “Bunch of show-offs.”

“So you fit in well, then?” Dean said.

“Nah, that’s Lav,” Parvati said. Dean and Seamas glanced warily at Lavender, but she just giggled and reached for another potsticker.

Seamas was considering going back to school. “Hermione’s been badgering me about it,” he said. “Says I have a talent for pyrotechnics, and there’s a whole major for fire magics at Brinxley.”

“What about you, Lav?” said Dean. “You still thinking about vet school?”


“Oh, uh, that’s the Muggle word. Veterinarian– a medimagizoologist?”

“The schools aren’t too interested in a werewolf as a student,” Lavender said, shrugging.

“Not that that stops Hermione from showing up on the doorstep with half-penned anti-discrimination lawsuits she wants Lav to star in,” Parvati said.

“When does she sleep?” said Dean.

Little children asked about it in the street sometimes. “Mum, why’s her face like that?” “How come she’s walking all funny?”

Sometimes their parents turned to Lavender with eager bright eyes in the grocery store line, expecting her to answer. (“I got hurt, but I’m okay now.”) Sometimes they shushed their kids and gave her little apologetic half-smiles, glancing away from the raised lines of scar tissue. Sometimes they pulled their children closer to them and crossed to the other side of the street.

Harry Potter had a godson. Teddy Lupin was four the first time Lavender met him, just outside Gringotts. Teddy clung to Harry’s pants leg, peeking past his godfather’s hanging robe. “Why’d her face do that?” he said and Harry dropped a hand down into Teddy’s hair, which was bright green.

“She’s just like your dad,” said Harry.

“Puppy,” Teddy whispered, eyes wide with joy, and his skin shifted until scars stood out stark on his smiling chubby cheeks.

Lavender bit her lip and sank down to her knees in the street, holding out a hand. “Why aren’t you handsome, chickadee. What’s your name?”

Once, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her.

She hated stories that told you to be careful what you wished for. Were you not supposed to want things? Was that the answer? She was nearly twenty two and she could make things fly with a few whispered words. She had lived through her seventh year at Hogwarts, had stepped out into that battle with her wand out and her eyes open. She had woken up–hurting, wounds tended, poison in her veins–to Parvati sleeping on Sybil’s shoulder at her bedside.

She had cried when they told her about the lycanthropy. She had cried over her bunny because a fox had gotten to it. Both times it had been with her face buried in Parvati’s shoulder and Parvati’s hands stroking her hair. She wished and she wanted– animals that never left you, bodies that never betrayed you.

Once, Lavender had wished that everyone would look at her, and now they were. Everyone was looking– so Lavender held Parvati’s hand in the grocery store at midnight, because they had both been craving green apples. Everyone was looking– so Lavender curled her hair and pinned it up, wore tank tops and little skirts on any day hot enough that she could get away with it, laughed aloud in public spaces. Everyone was looking– so Lavender knocked on Hermione Granger’s door one evening and asked, “What would it take to get me into magical vet school?”

Hermione had her bushy hair all tied back and a quill behind each ear. “A lot. There’s some statutes we’ve got to fight, and even if we can handle that you’ll still be under intense scrutiny for years.”

“I can work with that,” said Lavender, and Hermione grinned.

When Teddy marched down the aisle with the rings, his hair was a shimmering swirl of pink and purple to match the flowers woven into Parvati’s braids and Lavender’s curls.

The honeymoon would be short–a week in magical Paris in the townhouse of a Beauxbaton girl they’d befriended fourth year. Lavender had more medical textbooks packed into her luggage than anything else. Parvati’s bags were lined with half-finished reports that she’d owl to Auror headquarters from a rumpled Parisian morning, getting croissant crumbs in the bedsheets.

But for now the hall was filled with pink and purple blooms, white candles, familiar faces. Hermione stood in a violet bridesmaid’s dress, and Dean and Seamus in matching ties at Parvati and Lavender’s respective backs. Padma was luminescent with joy over Parvati’s shoulder. She had taken Lavender aside that morning for a short quiet walk in the mist and told her, “I know tonight’s what makes it official, but I’ve thought of you as my sister for years.”

When Lavender leaned forward and kissed her wife, her father burst into proud tears in the front row. He was a crier, always had been. Lavender buried her face in Parvati’s shoulder, smiling so hard she thought she might come apart. Her scars creased and puckered in her dimples, and she was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

What I crave the most out of love, affection, physicality, what I crave the most is really to be understood.
When I talk to someone I want them to care. I want to see in their eyes that they want to hear what I have to say. That my voice matters.
My whole life my voice has been quieted. I have so much to say but the words don’t come out anymore. I’m used to having to be quiet. I’m used to no one wanting to listen, because the truth is everyone only cares about themselves and their selfish need to be the center of attention.
—  v.m
Day & the Life of a Hogwarts Student!

JK: Hello! My name is Jeon Jungkook! I’m a 5th year Slytherin studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Today, I’m here to give you a look into the life of what it’s like to be a student here at Hogwarts!

Waking Up!

JK:  Getting up is pretty hard for everyone, but thankfully, getting dressed isn’t that bad with a little magic!


JK: I usually go to the Great Hall to eat with Yoongi hyung (who’s a fellow Slytherin) … but he’s usually sleeps instead of eats. Namjoon hyung and Seokjin hyung usually both drop by to say hello too– although, Namjoon hyung’s pretty much like Yoongi hyung– they’re not morning people … at all. And Seokjin hyung is usually being followed by a bunch of admirers because he’s very good looking! (Did you know he was half veela?)

Class Time!

JK: Since I’m a 5th year, I have to take my OWLS at the end of the year, so I have to be diligent and learn & study as much as I can! Especially since my results could potentially affect what jobs I can apply for! Hopefully, I’ll be able to get ‘Outstanding’s on all my subjects!


JK: During my downtime, I like to head over to the Quidditch pitch for some practice! My hyungs from Hufflepuff usually join me too! Taehyung hyung and Hobi hyung are both beaters for their team – I’m the seeker for mine! But more often than not, we wind up goofing off ahahaha 


JK: I usually try to hang out with my friends in between classes! Since all my hyungs are either 6th or 7th years, it can be sometimes hard to meet up with everyone due to our schedules, but all of us usually make an effort to go to dinner together!

End of the Day!

JK: What better way to wrap up the day than with the one thing that everyone loves? FOOD! We return to the Great Hall once again to grab some dinner! I gotta say, the best way to the end the day is eating and hanging out with friends! And although, you’re supposed to sit with your respective houses during meals, we usually wind up goofing off together at the Hufflepuff table before we call it a night!

// Hogwarts!AU based off of @ask-hufflepuff-v ‘s AU! :’)


Dear former self, this ones for you. 
I’m sorry, I truly am. I’m sorry for everything, not only for what I let others do to you but what what I did too. I’m sorry for when things went wrong I took it all out on you. I’m sorry for the mutilation of you and for the times I went too far. I’m sorry for holding onto others longer than I ever held onto you. I’m sorry for never putting you first. I’m sorry for letting you and everything that made you, you, erode away. I’m sorry for letting everyone who left take a part of you. 
Most of all, I am sorry for being completely incapable of loving you.
Today I stand here, possibly too far from who you used to be, but I promise to preserve you till I am worthy of being you again. 
Love, the person you’d never be.
—  Lamiya Waheed / I should have written this a long time ago
Random CR Things I Love
  • Whenever Matt checks his phone for a spell and someone is like “he’s checking twitter/his stocks/his email”
  • Someone’s mini falls over and everyone says “oh no you killed __!”
  • Vax’s ridiculously high stealth rolls 
    • Vax using said stealth rolls to prank Grog/his sister/etc 
  • Sam coming up with the most absurd songs on the fly 
    • Also his limericks 
    • And the way he promotes everything from Gilmore’s to Backblaze to Lootcrate 
  • Everyone breaking out into songs from musicals
    • Especially Hamilton. Alllllll the Hamilton. 
  • The absolute joy the crew gets when they encounter NPCs when they weren’t expecting it
    • “GILMORE!” 
  • “You can certainly try.”
  • “I’d like you to roll initiative.” *screaming* 
  • Travis making Grog do something absolutely horribly unintelligent at the worst (best) possible time
  • The very real, very painful emotions that everyone experiences when something sad is happening
  • The very real, very amazing joy and happiness whenever Matt asks “How Would You Like To Do This?” 
I’m replaying SDR2 and there are lots of details I forgot that are really worth bringing up...
  • Gundham secretly wanting to be friends with Hajime and Souda in ch. 2
  • Monokuma’s discourse on suicide (It counts as murder because you’re ending with the most valuable being in your life: yourself)
  • Teruteru asking to rub sunscreen on anyone, Nekomaru answering to that and Teruteru being like: “Ok I don’t mind. My tastes are quite open”.
  • Monokuma calling Hajime “tsundere”
  • Ibuki saying “You’re so cool” in “pig language” to Twogami
  • Fuyuhiko’s yakuza apology via harakiri 
  • The pictures of baby Fuyuhiko and Peko
  • Mini-maru 
  • Peko’s obsession love for squishy animals 
  • Everyone freaking out about Saionji’s altar to Koizumi but telling Saionji it’s cute after they know her true intentions… And Komaeda, who arrives later, saying outloud how creepy that altar is.
  • Nanami’s low-key sass (especially towards… guess who??’ That’s right! Komaeda-kun) 
  • Ibuki’s “Let My Feelings Reach You Too” 
  • Hajime proving his “tsundere-ness” with Nagito by thinking a lot of him and then being like: “But, it’s not like I care about him or anything… (baka)”

(You may add more to the list)

One Piece ワンピース [Marineford Arc] : Shichibukai “Knight of the Sea” Jinbē vs Portgas D. “Fire Fist” Ace

“A boy like you might be an assassin…I cannot allow you to see him!! I may not be a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, but I owe them a debt. I will face you myself!”

From his first mention by Yosaku in Chapter 69 to his reveal at Impel Down in Chapter 528, for me, Jinbē has been one of the most hyped characters in One Piece! Every time he comes out he absorbs me into the story. I was really happy to find out he was a Whale Shark Fishman and I love the fact that he is respected by everyone anywhere he goes. I’m kinda sad his design changed once they revealed how he looked like back in Fisher Tiger’s Era cos it was sick af, but ofc, the current one is still pretty badass! I love Fishman Karate, it’s one of the dopest concepts Oda has created, Jinbē’s “Spear Wave” blew me out of the water. I was so angry when Akainu injured him like, “Boyyy, you lucky we ain’t in the ocean!!” haha I can’t wait for him to join the Straw Hat Crew; The First Son of the Sea!

Dark Souls III Soundtrack OST


🎅 Merry Christmas Everyone 🎅
I hope everyone to have the most wonderful time of the year!

How was your week?
I spent my time on doing things that I love like reading, watching movies, playing guitar, painting and hanging out with friends!
Most importantly, having some time with my family 🌼

I dedicated a few of my bujo pages on things about Chirstmas
I am posting it later today so be excited if you want to lol

And thank you for 600+ follows! I think it’s one of the greatest gifts I’ve received this year!
Happy holidays!

i can’t believe it. johannah deakin was the most amazing woman. my heart goes out to all the tomlinson/deakins and the people who cared about her. she will be missed by all.

and please UK fans, this is a sorrow and a huge immeasurably hardship for louis and his family. let’s give them a some deserved and necessary distance for a while, ya? it’s not something to romanticize. jay is dead and everyone is hurting. please, respect them and their mourning.

jay will be missed with the utmost sincerity. we loved you.

Draco, Hogwarts Triwizard Champion...

The credit for this idea goes to @ekayart, but she let me write it out. :P Honestly, I don’t like the writing in this one as much as broken/glasses, tell me what you think!

So, Draco gets chosen for the Triwizard tournament. 

He’s suddenly the pride and joy of his family, now his popularity levels soar even higher throughout the Slytherin House. 

Until the Second Trial, that is. You see, Harry bloody Potter is the person he would miss the most. Not Crabbe, not Goyle, not Blaise, definitely not Pansy. Potter. When everyone else pulls their loved ones out of the water, there are cheers, whoops of joy. But not for Malfoy. No, he gets silent shock, gasps of disbelief. The scandal, they all think to themselves. None of them can believe their eyes. Draco dumps a spluttering, disconcerted Harry near enough to Weasley and Granger so that he knows the stupid boy will be taken care of, and he trudges to the Champions’ bench. 

His reputation is ruined, he thinks. His father will kill him. He puts his chin in his hands and stares off. He is disgusted with himself- he had been denying his… feelings towards Potter for years. Now, he cannot. 

So lost in his thoughts is he that he is not aware of anything going on around him. Except for Potter, of course. He’d always been uncannily aware of him, and now is no different. The Boy Who Lived was asking where he was, how he got there, and when the Weasley and Granger finally catch him up to speed, he is stunned. He gapes a Draco like a fish, but when he went up to him to interrogate him, Draco refuses to answer. 

Come the end of that year, Lucius does not disown his disgrace of a son, no. That would be too easy. However, he does make Draco painfully aware that homosexuality is not okay. He had to procreate, after all. Create heirs to the Malfoy name. So, he tries to beat it out of him. 

When Malfoy comes back from the summer hols, something had changed. Harry just knew it. He had spent his entire life with the Dursley’s for Christ’s sake- he knew abuse when he saw it. So, he tried to catch up with the boy, talk to him. But whenever Harry drew near the blonde, his grey-blue eyes widened slightly despite his firm Malfoy facade, and he would run (or, at least, briskly walk away). He couldn’t be seen with Potter, and the media followed him like moths to a flame. 

If Lucius found out that they had been talking- he couldn’t deal with that shit again. 

But eventually, Harry caught him in the courtyard. He tugs at his arm. “Malfoy,“ he breathes. "I’ve been trying to talk to you all year.” Except Draco doesn’t speak, can’t, he’s panicking. He’s convinced, at this point, that Lucius is omnipotent and can sense that he and Potter are talking, touching- and Harry seems to realize this, because he gently drops his arm. “You don’t have to stay with them, you know." 

It throws Draco for a loop, because he’s genuinely never thought of that before. He’s a Malfoy, one of the most prestigious names in wizarding Britain. Before, he never had a reason to think of it. He’s also slightly scared, because how could Potter know? So that’s exactly what he asks. 

Harry flinches. "Just a hunch.” he replies, turning to leave. Draco watches him go, content, for now, with this new perspective with which to deal with his situation. 

Making amends with Potter and helping him through his issues would come later. Eye for an eye, it’s an old Slytherin motto. He will help Harry out of whatever shit he’s in, he swears it. 

“I guess I always have to be the one to pull his arse out of the lake.” He smiles, walks away, and it’s his first real smile in months. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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