i read it in a book somewhere

So I have a little idea for elsewhere university (forgive the pov switching)
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Somewhere in the library, there is a legendary book. If you are in the greatest emotional distress you will ever feel in your time at the university (How the book Knows isn’t certain but then again nothing ever really is), you will find yourself slouching into the library and looking along the shelves. Not searching for anything in particular, just something good to read.
You pick one, not to thin and not too thick, off of the dusty shelf. The jacket feels slightly soft, like the nose of a stuffed animal once most of the velveteen is rubbed off.
You sit down right there in the middle of the aisle, lean your back against a cart, and begin to read. As soon as your finger touches the title page, you feel all of the anxiety pulling out like the tide, a wave of calm rushing over you as you begin to read.
Hours go by. People move around you, not even noticing you’re there. Any classes you missed were cancelled that day.
Some time later, you’re at the final page. You know that soon you will have to go back to the real world now, and that your break is over.
Resigned, you take a deep breath and put the book back on the shelf. You know you will miss it, but there’s nothing you can do, and you’ve heard too many stories of those who would try and abuse the magic here.
With a sudden pop, you can hear movement again. You hadn’t even noticed the students walking by you, or the whispering in the next row. You shake your head, fondly caressing the cover one last time.
You walk out of the library with a much lighter heart than when you came in, ready to face whatever drove you here in the first place.
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No student has ever found the book twice, and it’s constantly changing place.
What the contents are varies wildly from person to person; from favorite childhood storybooks to long lost books (forgotten underneath a chair or on a picnic table somewhere on campus) to family photo albums that may have never even existed in the first place.
It’s rumored that during one of the many book-burning eras that the university has lived through, one of the librarians enchanted the book to promote reading, but no one is really sure.
All they know is that it’s nice to have a word of hope in the darkness.

Guys My Age

Hiya, I was wondering if you could do a something with either Hotch or Gibbs based on the song Guys My Age by Hey Violet? :3 Also, wanted to say that I bought and read your book, and I love it so much. I read in like one sitting 💚 I love your writing.

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!  I am so glad that you enjoyed it so much!  If you could give it a review somewhere, I would absolutely adore you for it. Seriously.  Well, here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


I haven’t seen my ex since we broke up/Probably ‘cause he didn’t wanna grow up/Now I’m out and wearing something low-cut/'Bout to get attention from a grown up

You were done.  Done, and fed up, and through.  You were done chasing guys your age who wanted nothing more than to be repaid for their “generous” dates with explicit favors that they felt entitled to.  You were done with never getting to the third date.  You were done with being criticized for your “old woman ways,” and you were tired of being teased.  You were ready to hit the town and find yourself somewhere that men who cherished women congregated.  Not men who wanted to use them as chew toys or play things or temporary company.

You wanted a man.

Not a boy.

'Cause you hold me like a woman/In a way I’ve never felt before/And it makes me wanna hold on/And it makes me wanna be all yours

David saw you walk in the moment your heel stepped down onto the floor.  The light clicking sound followed you all the way to the bar, and so did his eyes.  His co-worker, Morgan, nudged him lightly as a massive smile crawled across his face.

“Think my lady for the night walked in,” Morgan mused as David continued to watch you.

“I don’t think so,” David said, “she looks a bit…guarded.”

“Oh, I can do guarded,” Morgan said as he began to get up.

But something about the way you were posturing…the way you held yourself…it beckoned something different in the air, and it possessed David to reach out his hand and keep his co-worker from moving.

“I think I should save you from the heartache before she turns ya down,” Rossi mused as he shot a glance over towards Morgan.

“Oh, really?  Think you got what it takes?” he smirked playfully.

And David was ready for his chance as he stood up and buttoned his coat closed.

All he ever wanted was to go down/What we supposed to do with all his friends around, yeah/Smoking weed, he’d never wanna leave the house/Got an empty cushion on that sofa now

You sipped your colorful martini as your back straightened out against the bar chair.  You weren’t sure what you were doing out here, honestly.  You never frequented this part of town, and you knew you would have to use your GPS to get back home.

But you had wanted something different, so here you sat.

“You look like you could use some company,” a voice behind you said.

You held your sigh in as you set your glass down, and you prepared your speech as you slowly swiveled your chair around.  But, when you were finally turned and looking at the man in front of you, you noticed his hair.  Salt and peppered, and his face etched with age.  You studied his eyes, intense and fiery, while his hands donned a kind approach by sitting in the depth of his pockets.  His shoulders were rolled back, and his dark features beckoned of a nationality she couldn’t place.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked with a kind smile.

It had been so long since you had been given a kind smile.

“I don’t mind at all,” you mused lightly as Morgan’s eyes grew wide from a distance.

Told him, “Good luck with the next one”/Maybe she’ll be just as immature/Gotta thank him, he’s the reason/That I know now what I’m looking for

The two of you talked kindly, laughing lowly to yourselves as he talked with confidence.  You listened to him talk about himself with an air of gentleness, and you flushed every time he turned the conversation back to you.

“You’re not used to this, are you?” he asked lowly.

The question caught you off-guard.

“Young men aren’t what they used to be,” you snicker lightly.

“Young men never are.  It’s the eventual fate of maturation that this generation keeps battling that seems to put beautiful women like you in the position that you are.”

You flickered your eyes to his as you spun the world around in your head.

Beautiful.

He had called you beautiful.

“Such a shame,” he sighed.  “You’re not used to that either, are you?”

“Not when nothing is expected in return,” you breathe as you keep eye contact with him.

And then?  You watched him get off of his stool.

And he held out his hand for you.

“Dance with me,” he said lowly.

Guys my age don’t know how to treat me/Don’t know how to please me/Don’t know how to read me/Guys my age don’t know how to touch me/Don’t know how to love me good/Guys my age don’t know how to tease me/Don’t know how to leave me/Don’t know how to need me/Guys my age don’t know how to touch me/Don’t know how to love me good

You took his hand as you slowly slide off of your stool.  Your heels click lightly on the floor as he leads you over to a small corner near the jukebox playing music, and he holds your hand lightly in the air before slipping his arm around your waist.  Not too high, and not too low.

And oh, how you leaned into him.

He hummed the tune lowly in your ear as he pressed his cheek to yours, and you swayed with him gently in the corner as your eyes fluttered shut.  You felt his soft skin against yours as your heart continued to beat faster and faster, and you knew from the moment his skin had touched yours that you would never go back.

You would never go back to men your age.

So I’m never going back/No, I’m never going back

when the war ends, ron and hermione go home. harry disappears. no one hears from him for three weeks, he wanders aimlessly from hotel room to hotel room, trying to find a new city, somewhere to begin again. he’s in london when he calls his friends, tells them that he needs them.

for ron, home is full of ghosts, for hermione, home is full of her parents questions, questions she can’t answer. so when harry suggests they get an apartment together, they jump at the chance. hermione does most of the apartment hunting, calculates costs, fills out the forms. ron and harry shop for furniture, ron doesn’t know what home means anymore and harry never knew, so they’re both trying to carve a home for themselves in this new world.

they move into a three bed apartment, but it soon becomes two bed as hermione and ron start sharing more and more often and hermione declares that it’s a waste not to use the third room as a study.

ron cooks, harry cleans, hermione makes sure the bills get paid on time. they talk less than they used to, there’s a silence that hangs in the air, but it’s getting better, they’re healing together.

hermione decides to go to sixth form, she wants to go to university. she’ll think about the future later, but right now she’s young and she wants to learn.

ron gets a job at a local corner store. he volunteers at a soup kitchen on weekends. he doesn’t know what he wants to do or be yet. the wizarding world he grew up in no longer exists.

harry doesn’t do anything for a while. part of him still feels like a ghost. but slowly he starts to thaw out, he starts small, reading to children at the library. eventually he realises he wants to work in social services. he wants to save children the way someone should have saved him.

it’s not perfect. they’re all a little cracked and their lives are messy. there are nights when none of them can sleep. there are days when getting out of bed seems too hard. but it’s okay, cause they’re never alone. time passes, life moves on. they learn how to live again.

 hermione graduates with a ppe (politics, philosophy, and economics) degree and starts to climb the ladder at the ministry of magic. she’s ready to change the world.

 ron proposes to hermione. she says yes. harry starts to suggest he move out but is quickly shushed, it’s been the three of them for so long now that they couldn’t imagine it any other way. ron works with his father in the ministry for a while but when hermione gives birth to their first child he quits. he’d rather be a stay at home dad any day. 

and harry? harry saves children. he works for social services and he’s an expert at seeing past the guise of suburban normality to what lies beneath. his co workers notice how astonishingly good he is at noticing the signs of abuse, and one of them realises why and kindly asks if he’s seen a therapist. he hasn’t but he soon does. he has to edit out the bits about magic but he finds in the end it still does him good. as well as all this, he works with the ministry of magic, helping muggle parents understand what it means to have a wizard/ witch as a child. 

harry never marries, he’s the first to know when ginny and luna get engaged and when luna decides that only grooms having best men is just so antiquated, harry is luna’s best man. 

they grow old together, harry, ron, and hermione. they buy a house in the country side together. to the granger- weasley children, uncle harry is like a second dad. 

the war still haunts them, but they live and learn and love. they change the world, not by winning a war, but by remaining kind after and recognising that it is the smallest actions that play the biggest role.

kareenvorbarra replied to your post “reading An Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States and while…”

okay i know nothing about this book or the author, but based on this quote they sound like the kind of person who says things like “judeo-christian values” in a serious academic context

I feel like this is the kind of extremely specific, very precise description that should be used in a story somewhere. “She was one of those people who say things like ‘Judeo-Christian values’ in an academic context.” 

because I know exactly what you mean

milady-eel  asked:

DracoxPansy "Don't you have to be judgmental somewhere else?" "Not until four" (Draco comforting pansy and a fight with her girlfriend daphne)

“Don’t you have to be judgemental somewhere else?”

“Not until four,” Draco said. “And besides, you’re the one in my dorm, Pansy.”

Pansy wriggled closer to Draco, her face still planted into the soft duvet on his bed. He sighed quietly but rested the hand not holding the book he was reading on her head to slowly run his palm over her hair with slow and soothing motions. But the only other person allowed to touch her hair besides Draco was Daphne, and it only made her stomach hurt more than it did to think about her.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Send me a ship and a sentence and I’ll write the next five  

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
—  Neil Gaiman

Don’t think about Cas sitting somewhere by himself on a college campus just reading a book and Dean and a group of his friends walk by and Dean is just like,

“I bet I could get his number and a date in less than a minute.” And his friends are like, “haha, yeah right. He’s out of your league, Winchester. Novak’s don’t date. They just curve all the tests.” Then Dean goes, “I bet you $200 each. And I’ll even add in an extra bet that I’ll get HIM to kiss ME.”

So they take the bet and Dean just waltz over and sits down next to Cas and just smiles at him and says, “hey, sweetheart” then hands him his phone.

Seconds later Castiel just leans forward and kisses Dean on the lips and goes, “are you scamming your friends out of money with bets again? You know eventually they’ll figure out we’ve been dating for a little while.”

Then Dean just grins like, “And that’s when I’ll stop.”

Meanwhile Dean’s friends are just standing there in shock because what did they just see?

Somewhere in the world, a witch is organizing her crystals into a powerful grid. Somewhere, a witch is reading her hand designed tarot cards. Somewhere, a witch is changing his altar to reflect his growth. Somewhere, a witch is opening a box that contains a new beautiful leather book that will become her grimoire.

Meanwhile, my cat just ate one of my salt dough runes I had sitting out to dry.

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. 

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. 

And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
~Neil Gaiman

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Dates I wanna do but won't do because no one will do them with me

• Visit big/unique book stores and buy books or buy no books just spend your time in an awesome book store
• Go stargazing somewhere nice like at a field or at a mountain or something and look at the stars and at the moon and just love the universe
• go see a theatre play bc they are rad and I love theatre or maybe a musical both is awesome
• Writing dates like where you meet and you write something together or separately for each other and it doesn’t have to be good or mean something you just have to have fun
• Reading dates where you read separately or read your favorite book or one you just bought together out loud and listen to audio books of your favorite books or talk about books at a cozy place inside or outside
• go shopping but not like lame annoying shopping like I’m making an outfit for you and you have to try it on no matter how lame it is shopping
• watch each other’s favorite movies and Tv shows and drink tea or coffee or whatever and maybe build a pillow fort and get all excited about the characters without having to be ashamed of it because the other person will love you anyway even if you’re crazy
• baking dates i mean this is cheesy but can you imagine trying something new together or not new something you like and I will stop now I am sorry

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Wishing you all a better, easier & happier year ahead …

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

(Neil Gaiman)

This is a love letter for someone who don’t know me at all. I wish I could see how stunningly beautiful you are today. I wish to see you somewhere in an unexpected time. When we’re both slowly walking and treasuring each and everything that surrounds us. I wish to hear how wonderful your day was and what makes it even more special. I wish you can tell me all the things that bother your mind.

This is an apologetic letter for someone who don’t know me at all. I’m sorry I couldn’t go there and give you a tight hug and tell you that everything is going to be alright. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to block your way and smile at you and make the corniest joke that’ll make your stomach ache from laughter. I’m sorry if my words can’t lessen the pain you’re feeling right now. I’m sorry that some people doesn’t feel sorry at all—for the bad things that they have done to you. I’m sorry if there were no stars and moon tonight. I’m sorry if life is hard and the world seems to suffocate you.

This is a gratitude letter for someone who don’t know me at all. Thank you for being there when no one else seems to pay attention at everything I wrote. Thank you for listening to each and every little words I say. Thank you for not giving up on life and for doing everything you can just to reach all of your dreams. Thank you for saying “hi” and “hello”. Thank you for asking me if everything’s fine and if life’s kind to me. Thank you for breathing and existing in this world. I just wanted to say thank you so much for being so special and unique, that you give another meaning to the life that I am living. I am so thankful and glad that you’re still fighting and you’re proving that you’re brave enough to hold on. You’re strong enough to keep moving on.

—  ma.c.a // A Letter For You
50 GR8 QUESTIONS

Don’t you wanna know?

1. What was the last thing you googled?
2. You have to listen to these songs:
3. Do you chew on your straws?
4. Have you ever been awake for 48hours straight?
5. Will you get married? Do you see yourself getting married in the next 5 years?
6. If you could move somewhere else would you?
7. Read on a Kindle or paperback book?
8. If money was no object, what would you do all day?
9. University or life experience, which do you feel best prepares you for life?
10. What is the one thing that should be taught in school that isn’t already?
11. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to?
12. When you have 30 minutes of free-time, how do you pass the time?
13. What’s the best/worst gift you’ve ever given/received?
14. What was the first thing you bought with your own money?
15. What would your parents be surprised to learn about you?
16. Apologize or ask permission?
17. Beach vacation or European vacation?
18. What is the ideal number of people to have over on a Friday night?
19. Who is a non-politician you wish would run for office?
20. If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
21. What do you usually think about right before falling asleep?
22. Ever been addicted to a iOS/android game? Which one(s)?
23. List 5 goals on your life’s to-do list:
24. If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?
25. What is one thing you will never do again?
26. What words of wisdom would you pass onto your childhood self?
27. If you could speak another language, which would it be and why?
28. If you were head of a major TV station for one day, what would you play?
29. Which one of your friends would make the best U.S. President and why?
30. What’s your favorite holiday and why?
31. How would you survive a zombie apocalypse?
32. In what ways are you the same as your childhood self?
33. If you could master one skill you don’t have right now, what would it be?
34. What was your dream job growing up?
35. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?
36. If you could bring one musician back from the dead, who would it be and why?
37. What was the last picture you took with your phone?
38. What kind of sickness have you lied about so you wouldn’t go to work?
39. What was the last lie you told?
40. What is your perfect pizza?
41. What question do you hate to answer?
42. What keys on a keyboard do you not use?
43. Who would you most like to be stuck in an elevator with?
44. Is there anything purple within 10 feet of you? What is it?
45. When was the last time you ran/went for a jog?
46. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
47. What after school activities did you do in high school?
48. What ice-cream flavours do you love/hate?
49. What is your secret recipe?
50. What channels do you have subscribed on YouTube?