i should just stick to english

Super quick centaur/horse body tutorial!

You’ve asked me a lot for a centaur tutorial but I absolutely suck at doing stuff like that because I rely so much on my own eye measuring and I almost never do sketches like this, so bear with me.

1: The horse body!

I managed to break down the body into lots of triangles and lines and what have you, in a way that I find easy and accurate to use.
This is the body of Dan, (an english full blood) but it’s really easy to alter between breeds!
For example, I used this when doing the lineup, take two of the most altered ones:

2: Put some meat on it

Keep in mind that if you have no idea how to draw then you probably should just drop this because as you can see I’m skipping ahead assuming you know how to meat a stick figure, and also have a ground feeling of what a horse really should look like.
But it’s starting to take shape, doesn’t it?
The tip of the withers should be around the tip of the hip.

3: Legs and hooves

Make sure you don’t make the knees and hocks too defined
(if you want to draw a full grown horse will say. It works on younger horses and foals though!) And also not like noodles. Watch out for making the hind legs too curved or too straight when standing properly.
You want your hooves to be balanced, keep that in mind!

4: Add the human body

You’ve got a nice red line there to keep track of the spine. Dan’s human part is slim and a bit smaller, which adds to his rather big but slender breed.
Now of course I’m still assuming that you know how to draw humans as well. That’s what it’s about, draw loads of humans and loads of horses and mash them together in a way that you see fit!

I prefer to use colours that the actual breed can have, and to match their hair with their tail. A paint is a difference though, as it might have different pigments in skull and tail root.

This has been a quick and confusing tutorial in which I also claim that I am in no way an expert on this, thank you good night

ainilu  asked:

Hello!! I'm the UMAT anon from before! Thanks for the advice :) omg I find the understanding people the hardest one as well, like I always have two options that I can't seem to decide, and there's always words that I don't know! How did you improve those, and in general basically English cause I'm not that good at English either haha did u stick to like a study timetable for UMAT?

cute! is that IU in your icon? Omgsh, your blog is just so niceeeee! Followed you back so I can reblog you for my main haha

Hmm, well at the time, my friend photocopied a few practice paper exams for me, so I just would write down all the word options (usually 4 words for each question) and study the dictionary meanings. If you can manage to get a few papers I think that would help. And I didn’t have a study timetable, I barely prepared for it LOL I just did it so that I wouldn’t have any regrets (which is good because otherwise I wouldn’t be an optom lol)


Area of Study and Module Essays

  • As for English in general, I really hated it, but I mainly improved because I would write a lot of practice essays and then send it to my tutors for feedback. 
  • Unless you’re a natural at English, I would advise that you disregard what the teacher says and memorise your essays. I can’t write something under exam pressure that still makes sense, so memorising helped me to deal with exam anxiety as well. However, there’s a way to do this so that you can answer 90% of questions thrown at you. 
    • The school gave us like a bunch of practice essay questions at the time based on past exams, and the questions can be grouped together into the different issues they ask you to talk about.
    • Have all the quotes and techniques written up in an extra-long exemplar essay.
    • The format of each sentence inside the paragraphs should be like 
      • “The [author/playwright/speaker] 
      • [illustrates/demonstrates/other action verb] 
      • [some facet about the theme of the paragraph] through 
      • [alliteration/metaphor/symbolism] which 
      • [insert consequence e.g. emphasises the blah blah blah]”. 
    • I dug up my old English essays to find you an example :) (I did As You Like It for my main text)
      • “Duke Frederick paradoxically announces “her very silence, and her patience/Speak to the people”, and banishes her, touting “thou art thy father’s daughter, there’s enough”. The high modality and use of verse illustrates the dramatic tension of the scene, and has illustrated Rosalind’s filial ties restrict her expression of outrage at her displacement”.  Yet, Celia’s antithetical statement that “Now go in we content/To liberty and not to banishment” allows her to embrace the wider world of the forest.”
    • You can of course, rearrange the elements of the format above so it doesn’t make your essay sound repetitive and makes the sentences flow nicely. 
      • You can see I save on word count by using the technique (antithesis) as an adjective, as opposed to saying “Shakespeare uses antithesis in Celia’s statement…”
    • Then change the introduction + the topic sentence + the concluding sentence in each paragraph to suit the exam question. You get better at changing these the more you practice, don’t worry!
    • It’s even easier for the questions where you get to choose what issues to talk about. 

Some Real Tips for Creative Writing

As for creative writing, that was also mainly just writing stories again and again and getting feedback from the teacher. 

Just so you know, for my exam, I wrote something based around culture. Basic story was pretty unoriginal: girl gets invited out by friends, but like has to take care of grandmother, was going to ditch grandmother to go, but then has internal monologue, *insert angst about how different her culture and friend’s culture was*, *some memories about grandmother*, *sprinkle some weather parallels her internal strife*, /struggle/, and then runs home, *insert comforting imagery of cultural foods and items* for bittersweet ending in 1200 words. Somehow this was the one story I got full marks from LOL

  • For some reason, the English teachers always badgered you to write something original, but then they were like write what you know. Which kinda threw me for a loop for ages, because I was awful at making up plot lines. Stick with writing what you know, the story turns out much better. 
  • Just write like one super good story with all the elements of the area of study in it, so that you can add elements of the prompt. 
    • English teachers always badger you to use the prompt properly, but no one can think of stuff on the spot, so again I just ignored their demands. 
  • But like there should only be one “complication” or else you won’t be able to resolve it in 1000 words
  • Likewise, no story should be spanning more than one day. You can span one week if you do something like “After a week had passed”. 
  • Always write in 3rd person just in case they complain that your writing has too much monologue. English scarred me and now I can barely read first person stories without feeling irked :’(
  • Find a balance between monologue, outside action/dialogue, and descriptive imagery. This is something that you should specifically request from someone who is reading your story to comment on (most of the time when people critique your story, they’ll pick at small things, but can forget to give you advice on the big picture). 
  • Likewise, find a balance between short sentences and long sentences to alter the pace of your story. The monologue should have both types, descriptive imagery will always be long so it slows the pace of the story, and dialogue can be varied to alter the story pace. 

Hope this helps you write awesomely for English!!

Originally posted by kths

English Lessons

(sorry, request was really long and detailed and you guys know i don’t like to give too much away in the request line ^.^)

Member: EXO’s Sehun x Y/N x (ft. Baekhyun) x (ft. FX Amber)

Type: Fluff

I slammed another textbook against the picnic table I had commandeered outside of the surf shop. Blowing a free piece of hair off of my forehead, I looked up at Amber who sat across from me, sipping her smoothie happily. I was a new SM trainee and also Amber’s responsibility during SMtown workshops in Hawaii. I felt terrible for trapping her here on the beach while I worked on homework, but there was nothing either of us could do. I had to pass my Physics class for my mother to let me remain training, and that ship was sinking quickly. 

“Unnie, you can go play,” I sighed, looking out at the waves around us. Dozens of other SM artists walked around, playing in the water, enjoying cold treats, and overall having a much better time than I was. I looked over to the table beside us, finding solace in most of the members of NCT Dream working on homework as well, sour expressions on their young faces. 

“I’m fine Y/N,” Amber nodded happily. “The view is incredible. Plus I wouldn’t be a very good unnie if I abandoned you.” 

I nodded slowly, looking back to the equation I was working on. I read it over again, first in Korean, then in English as I contemplated the formula. Speaking multiple languages was difficult in times like these. I had to go through at least two translations in my head before I could even begin to answer. I was mid thought as I felt my shoulders tense at Amber’s voice ringing out suddenly. 

“Sehun-ah! Baek!” she screeched, her hands around her mouth in a makeshift megaphone. My heart froze it’s beating for a moment as her words sank in. I carefully turned my face to look over my shoulder, seeing Sehun and Baekhyun from EXO only a few feet away. 

Although we worked for the same company and it sounded incredibly dramatic, most of the members of EXO frightened me. It wasn’t that they were rude, or scary, but that they were so accomplished for being so young that it was intimidating. I tried to keep from whispering to myself as I calmed my nerves. They were just regular people, just like me, chasing their dream, with an overwhelming amount of talent. 

“Ah, noona!” Sehun smiled cheerfully, approaching the table and plopping along side me. “Y/N-ah, how are you?”

“Don’t tell me you’re doing homework,” Baekhyun clucked, sitting alongside Amber. 

“She has to,” Amber sighed, looking out at the waves again. “Don’t you two distract her either.”

“Yah, why’d you call us over then?” Sehun gasped, crossing his arms. 

“Yeah, distractions are what we’re best at!” Baekhyun laughed, shooting me a wink. I couldn’t help the smile that appeared alongside the heat getting trapped on my cheeks. 

“Whoa, is this all in English?” Sehun asked, furrowing his brows and taking the text book out from in front of me. “You speak English like Amber noona?” 

I nodded shyly, eying the problem I was just working on over Sehun’s large hand. He traced the words carefully, his mouth moving without making a sound. 

“You should teach him,” Baekhyun smiled, jutting his chin out at his member. “He’s nearly impossible to teach anything, but I mean, he’s made it this far so some things must stick.” 

Sehun shot Baekhyun a dirty look as he continued to look at my page. “What are you working on?”

“Physics,” I nodded. Sehun nodded as well as he slid the book back over to me, but continued to look over my shoulder at the pages. 

“She’s much smarter than I anticipated,” Baekhyun grinned. 

“She’s a genuis!” Amber giggled. “You should’ve known since she’s decided to keep my company.”

“She’s decided?” Baekhyun said, elbowing Amber. “I thought you were forced on her.”

“Really the situation is relative,” Amber laughed. “Forced, decided, it’s all a matter of perspective.”

“Why are you studying physics?” Sehun asked, completely missing the exchange between Baekhyun and Amber as he looked up from my text book. “Fall back plan for if you aren’t placed in a group?”

My eyes grew wide as I looked up, shooting a panicked expression at Amber. 

“Sehun-ah!” Amber clucked, shaking her head. “Of course she’ll get placed, of course you’ll get placed Y/N.”

I nodded, a bit unsure now that the words had left Sehun’s lips. I looked toward him as he blinked slowly, an embarrassed smile on his face. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

“I know,” I said softly, giving him a reassuring smile. “I just want to make sure I finish up my schooling. It’s important to my mother.”

“Schooling is important,” Baekhyun nodded surely, crossing his arms. “But aren’t you old enough to make the decision yourself?”

“Well, yeah,” I nodded. “But I guess I’m continuing on because I want to do it for myself as well.”

“That’s admirable,” Sehun smiled. “I’m sure you’ll do well. And I’m sure you’ll debut soon as well. Obviously they thought enough of you to cart you to Hawaii with the rest of us.”

“Such a poet with your words Sehun,” Amber grumbled, sipping the last bit of her smoothie. “I’m going to get a snack, anyone want anything?”

“Yes,” Baekhyun and Sehun said in unison. 

“Sucks to suck,” Amber giggled, getting up from the table. “You want anything, Y/N?”

“I’m fine,” I nodded, giving her a large smile. Amber really was like a real sister to me. She was always incredible in the face of the boys. 

“What she meant to say was she wanted-” Baekhyun began quickly as Amber began to back away from the table. 

“Nice try Baek, you have your own money,” Amber smiled, walking out of ear shot as she waved off the boys’ shouts behind her. 

Almost as soon as she disappeared, a girl came to our table, a confused expression on her small face. “Um, excuse me, could you help me?”

Baekhyun and Sehun looked at each other with large eyes as they both glanced towards Amber’s retreating frame. 

“Uh, uh no English,” Sehun said quickly, shaking his hands. The girl looked as if she was about to cry as she looked up hopefully to Baekhyun. He shook his head as well when her eyes fell on mine. 

“I speak English,” I nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. Sehun and Baekhyun both eyed me from their peripherals as I spoke easily with the girl. “Is everything alright?”

The girl immediately perked up as she crossed the space and came around to the area where Amber had left. She leaned over the table and sighed. “Well my mom told me to meet her at the scooter rental and I don’t know where that is. I can’t find her anywhere. Do you know where the scooter rental is?” 

“Sure,” I smiled. “Would you like me to show you?” 

The girl nodded happily as I stood, shutting my books. I patted Sehun on the shoulder. “I’ll be back in a second.”

I motioned for the girl to follow me as we shuffled down the boardwalk, side by side. “It’s not too far, only a few yards away,” I nodded cheerfully, looking down at her. 

“What language did you speak to those boys in?” the girl asked. 

“Korean,” I smiled. “That’s where we’re visiting from.”

“How far away is that?” she squeaked. 

“Oh, so far,” a deep voice came from behind me. I jumped to notice Sehun had followed us, a large grin on his face. 

“Oh!” the girl smiled, looking up at him. She tugged him by the arm so he was walking on the opposite side of her. “I thought you said you didn’t speak English?”

“Yes, uh, very little. Little English,” he nodded, his cheeks turning scarlet. 

“It’s good!” she nodded. “Better than my grandpa’s. He’s from Germany and he doesn’t even try.” 

“Lily, have you made friends?” a kind woman asked as we approached the scooter shop. 

“Yes mom, I couldn’t find the way here and dad had to go put something in the car,” the girl I now knew as LIly pouted. “These are my friends from Korea.”

“Well thank you for bringing her to me friends from Korea,” Lily’s mother nodded. “I appreciate it.”

“It was no problem,” I said happily, patting the girl lightly on the shoulder. 

“Yes, very much no problem,” Sehun repeated, a proud smile on his face. 

We both gave short bows to the reunited family and turned back around, making our way back to Baekhyun. 

“You’re English is pretty good Sehun oppa,” I smiled up at the tall boy beside me. 

“Not as good as yours,” he whispered, avoiding eye contact. “Your voice is so pretty when you’re speaking English…I mean…it’s pretty all of the time. All of you is, not just your voice. Yah, I’ll stop talking.”

I felt heat rush to my face again as my gaze fell away from Sehun. He thought I was pretty?

“You’re pretty yourself oppa,” I whispered, immediately embarrassed by my words. I winced as I looked at him through my peripherals, my throat dry until he spoke again. 

He smiled at his shoes, casting a charming glance my way. “I know.”

“You know?” I gasped, suddenly not as embarrassed as before. 

“I own a mirror,” he chuckled, placing a cautious arm around my shoulders and tugging me in to his chest. I became very aware of my own body as I stumbled along beside him. I could hardly believe the intimate contact we were sharing as we approached the table where Amber had returned. 

“What’s happening here?” Amber asked, wiggling her brows. 

“Y/N is going to teach me English,” Sehun stated proudly. I looked up at him with wide eyes. When had I decided to do that?

“Is that right? Well, I don’t think there’s any better teacher,” Amber smiled. “But before she does that, she has to finish her Physics homework.”

Sehun smiled, settling into the picnic table again. “That’s fine. I’m patient.” 

He elbowed me in the ribs as I sat down as well, attempting to focus on my notebook. He continued in soft english as his mouth was beside my ear. “Very patient.” 

Originally posted by luedeer


Instead of  “cis,” we can just say “non-trans.”

Instead of “allosexual” we can just say “non-ace.”

Instead of “straight,” we can just say “Non-LGBTQ.”

Instead of “big,” we can just say “non-little.”

Instead of “tall,” we can just say “non-short.”

Instead of  “rich,” can just say “non-poor.”

Instead of using or creating words to illustrate opposite concepts, we can just stick “non-” in front of the word, because opposites should only exist in direct reference to the things that they’re opposite to.

Jungkook Scenario: Hangul Disaster.

Request:  Can I please have an imagine with Jungkook where his gf is learning how to read and write Hangul, and being the prankster he is, he changes the settings on her phone, so everything appears in Hangul instead of English, just to see how she would cope? And put in humor and a healthy amount of fluff please :)

Genre: Fluff / Comedy

-I’m practically korean now- you stated at the mere moment Jungkook opened the door for you.

He raised an eyebrow. -So the test went well I assume- he said closing the door, watching you taking your jacket off to be more comfy.

-Please, I nailed it- you said with an excited face, being proud of your achievement.

Jungkook smiled, proud as well. You were taking hangul classes, being that you were on a formal relationship now you were going all out to be able to belong to his world the best you could, Jungkook was happy for it, and he appreciated every effort but you were just too funny sometimes, almost korean? you were on the basic level of the language and he was pretty sure you couldn’t even ask for a glass of water without stumbling with your own words.

-Was it that easy?- he asked when you two were on the kitchen grabbing some refreshments.

You took a sip of your juice. -I studied a lot, and of course I had a really high score, the highest on my class I think-

-I’m happy you are doing so good- he chuckled to then give you a peck. -You just have to keep practicing, you’ll see, you’ll catch the hang of it-

Smiling smugly you kissed him again. -I already have- 

Jungkook and you had always communicated in english, he was pretty good so language had never been a problem, but now you had taken this challenge to take your relationship to the next level, so you were taking it very seriously.

Jungkook acknowledged your great confidence on your hangul skills, but he thought you were exaggerating a little, so he had to ground you somehow, he had to do something about it.

Keep reading

I decided to design some good clothes for those two and failed miserably. At least I could sketch a little bit aside from work. I’m not really satisfied with it, although it’s more like a warm-up drawing. ;_; I’m hoping to post better stuff soon.

This is just them taking a walk (or searching for trouble) on a misty winter day. ^^ (I don’t even know what AU this should be…)

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you followers and to all of you who appreciate my works and stick with me! I’m sorry I may be not very talkative, it’s because I sometimes don’t know how to express myself in english and I’m shyyyy. But I want to let you know that I’m really thankful to all of you, I hope you’re doing well. :)

anonymous asked:

Can you do Seventeen reacting to Pledis hiring a new female English tutor from America that is around the same age as some of the boys? ('96 liner to be exact ^^)

Seventeen reaction to Pledis hiring a female English tutor who is a ‘96 liner


S.Coups would be really intrigued by the fact that you’re so young but managed to learn a whole language so fluently and become a tutor. He’d ask you tons of questions about America and what it was like, even though he had heard pretty much the same story from Jisoo and Vernon about 100 times, he wanted to hear it from your point of view.

Originally posted by wonyeols


Jeonghan would be more-so focused on the lesson. Being one of the more serious members, he would try his best to learn English for his fans. Now that doesn’t men he wouldn’t work in some small talk (flirting).

Him: “what does be-au-ti-ful mean?”

You: “Well, it’s used to describe something like a pretty flower mostly.”

Him: “Oh, I thought it was used to describe you.”

Originally posted by yuu-jin


Jun would be soooo happy when he saw that the new tutor Pledis hired was as young as you. When they had told him they were hiring a new tutor, Jun had immediately thought you would be some mean, old, angry, retired teacher who slapped him with a stick whenever he mispronounced something. So when you walked in the door, he was instantly relieved.

You: *walks in the door* “Hello, I’m Y/N. I’ll be your new tutor.”

Him: *gif*

Originally posted by urentirelybonkersx


Hoshi would be a lot like S.Coups in that he would ask a ton of questions. He would have a hard time learning about English when all he wants to learn about is you

Him: “So you’re from America? Just like Jisoo-hyung! So coo!!”

You: “Yeah I am, but we should really focus on the le-”

Him: “Was it hard to learn Korean? I still can’t believe that English is your first language, you’re Korean is so fluent! Had you not told me I never would have guessed you’re not from here!”

You: “Well thank you, can we get back to th-”

Him: ”Wahh~ Your hair is so pretty!!”

Basically, don’t expect much learning to be done until he knows practically everything about you.

Originally posted by hvung


I can see Wonwoo reaction one of two ways.

Either the ‘cool, cold exterior guy’ who focuses on the lesson and basically nothing else.

Originally posted by leelchan

or the (more likely) ‘super shy and dorky guy’ who keeps trying to flirt with you in English but somehow mixes up the word ‘pretty’ for ‘cheeseburger’

Originally posted by seventns


Woozi would probably be similar to Jeonghan, he would focus mainly on the lesson but would still try and make some small talk with you.

Him: “Wow, that actually makes a lot of sense! Thank you Y/N, how can I make it up to you?”

You: “Maybe some aegyo?”

Him: *gif*

Originally posted by choisaemi


DK: would pretty much be the perfect student. He would listen to you attentively, focus on his work, and learn pretty fast. But that wouldn’t stop him from asking a few questions about America and what it was like for you learning Korean.

Him: “I still can’t believe someone as young as you learned Korean, moved out here, and got a job as a tutor! It’s incredible!”

Originally posted by shownusgrl


Let’s face it, Mingyu is smooth af. He would flirt with you pretty much the whole time, don’t expect to leave the lesson without a decent shade of pink dusted on your cheeks.

Him: “Umm, I think there is a mistake on this page.”

You: “Really? Where?”

Him: “It says here that kkoch is flower, but shouldn’t it say Y/N?”

Originally posted by itseventeen-hasmoved


The8 would probably be the most shy when he first meets you, mostly focusing on learning as much as he could the first few lessons. but once he got more comfortable around you he wouldn’t hold back asking you questions about life in America - not to mention him most defiantly pulling out some of his signature aegyo.

Originally posted by wonyeols


Seungkwan would be super happy that you were around his age, he would click to you almost instantly and really enjoy having you around even if he had to be learning. When it came to the lessons he would be pretty good, focusing on the curriculum really well, but when you corrected him on his pronunciation - sassy boo activated.

Him: “Do you want to ride da he-ri-cop-tu?”

You: Good! But it’s pronounced he-li-cop-tor.”

Him: “Oh so now you’re the English master?”

You: “Well, kind of.”

Him: *gif*

Originally posted by cosmic----latte


Again, with English being his first language, he would be similar to Joshua. He probably would want to know more about your story - what it was like for you to learn Korean, move out to Seoul, so on and so forth. He would relate to you a lot when you talked about the struggles such as missing home or family and probably give you some kind, comforting words to help.

Originally posted by i-wonwoo


Dino is another person I see being one of two ways.

Either the ‘super shy and quiet kid’ who has a hard time even keeping eye contact with you.

Originally posted by the8ght

Or the ‘mega tease/troll kid’ who purposely does bad just so you have to help him more.

Originally posted by xiuchens

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wolfecalmplusplus  asked:

Hello there, I have a question. I've just finished Shakespeare's "Othello" for my English class and one character Iago struck me as a person very similar to Charles Lee (not terms of a villain plot), but in personality. Do you believe so?

You should tell me which character you played! Hm, I disagreed slightly at first but dug a little farther and there are a few character traits which stick out matching between Charles Lee and Iago. I halfway agree with you.  

I fucked up, I know that - Part 3

omy god. first ever proper imagine i have ever posted online that is in english. man, i feel weird. i don’t know what to expect from you guys. i don’t know if you’ll like it, love it or hate it? this blog started out as a message imagine blog thing and now i’m posting a written one bc most of you asked for it like this. omg i’m so nervous lol. tell me all your thoughts about it and also if you want more of these or if is should just stick to the messages. ☺ did i already say that i’m nervous af? bc i totally am omg lmao. btw if you’re not sure how this has formed, i advise you to check out PART I and PART II then come back to this and read it all as this is PART III but i’m sure you could figure it out by its title lmao omg i’m rambling. okay i’ll stop. tell me your thoughts pls pls pls pls omg

Length: 5,299 words and 8 pages

I couldn’t believe what was going on. At one point I thought I actually did something wrong. I mean, I did kind of have a go at Harry for always being in Los Angeles and such, but I knew I had every single right in the whole entire world to do so.

I missed my boyfriend more than anything and the fact that he basically gave absolutely no shits about me or my feelings honestly broke my heart a little tiny bit. Yes, he spent my birthday with me in July and like two more days after it. But then he left. As if those few days didn’t mean anything to him at all. He came home after almost three months to celebrate with me then he left soon enough again. It was now September and I actually felt like we weren’t together anymore. I mean it wasn’t even like we were in a long distance relationship. We never called each other, we never facetimed each other. Nothing. Yes, he asked me like twice to go and visit him in America but I had a job where I had to go and work at. I couldn’t just pack up and leave. I need to tell my manager like three weeks in advance that I’d like x amount of time off from work for whatever reason. I know her well enough to be sure that she wouldn’t let me leave in a blink of an eye just because my boyfriend wants me to travel to a different continent to visit him. I couldn’t and to be fair wouldn’t ever use that excuse that my boyfriend is Harry Styles. That wouldn’t be me. I never actually told anyone who I was with unless they asked because they kind of realised me and stuff. But other than that, I never in my life have ever used Harry’s name or fame to get me somewhere in life. I didn’t even really care to be honest. I was proud of him, of course I was. He has achieved so much with the other boys so there was no reason not to be proud.

A big sigh left my mouth as I put my phone down after having that amazing conversation with Harry. I couldn’t believe that after almost a whole week we finally spoke – well, more like argued. But still. We interacted. And we might have broken up too. Also, he never denied the fact when I said that he never loved me and that it was all a lie. To be brutally honest, that did hit me hard in the heart only because he always used to tell me he loved me more than anything, any chance he got. But I guess things and people change which brings along a change in feelings too.

My phone suddenly started to ring, but I knew better than to expect it to be Harry. But when I saw the caller ID, which was set up as “Anne Twist” I didn’t quite know what to assume was going to go down.

“Y/N, hello,” she greeted me cheerfully which was a big ass relief for me. I didn’t want her to be upset with me because over the years I’ve learnt to love her so much; it was like she was my second mother. “How have you been? It feels like I haven’t seen you or my son in absolute ages!”

“Anne, hi,” I said it back just as happily as she was talking to me. She lifted my mood up instantly, which I was really pleased about. I didn’t want to tell her straight away that Harry and I might have broken up minutes ago. At least not right then and there. I had much more respect towards her than to tell her through a phone call about what happened. I knew for a fact that she’d be kind of devastated and also, I wasn’t entirely sure if we really did break up or not. “I know right, it does feel like ages since we last met up! Gem was talking about you the other day and how much charity work you’ve done these past few months!”

“Oh, yes. I need to keep myself busy these days,” she said laughing and I joined her. She was such a positive person it made me want to be like her. The relationship with my mother and I haven’t been the best recently, which is actually why I have been so fond of Anne. She treated me like her own even though I dated her son. “So, tell me. How’s your job going? Would you like to come down to Cheshire someday? Maybe you could bring my son as well! I feel like he forgot where he came from.”

“I’ve been doing good, getting lost in all my work. But I like it, so I’m not complaining,” was all I said about the work bit, because I never really liked talking about my job. Yes, I liked it but I never felt like it was something I should discuss with others. I guess it is just personal preference. “Yes, I’d absolutely love to visit you sometime! To be honest, I do miss Cheshire quite a bit I haven’t been there since last year! Oh cranky, that is bad, isn’t it?” I asked Anne laughing quietly. Seconds later she joined on and that eased my mood, once again. The last time I went to Cheshire was with Harry, so if I were to go again I think I would be taking that trip on my own. And I just knew that it’d be much more different, not only for me but for Anne as well. She kind of always wanted me to marry her son but I never really got a reason as to why.

“It does sound a bit bad, you’re right about that, dear. But you are always welcome here, you know that. Or at least I’d like to think so.”

“Of course! You made sure I know that which I’m really thankful for. Honestly, sometimes I feel like you’re my best friend and I know that sounds weird but…”

“Oh, no, Y/N!” she laughed and I smiled hearing her reaction. I didn’t plan on making myself look or sound like a freak even though I knew she would never say that to me or anyone else about me. “I in fact am really pleased to hear that you think so… highly of me, I should say. No one ever, well, apart from my children and friends said that to me. It means a lot, actually. So, thank you.”

“Anne, you’re going to make me cry,” I said chuckling as I closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to get myself together properly again. “Listen, I’m free this weekend, so I might as well go down and visit you and Robin, right?”

“That is a good idea, honey. What do you mean by weekend, though?”

“From Friday to Sunday. There are some changes that my manager needs to work out so all of the staff is basically off. I wouldn’t have anything else to do anyways so that’d really be my only chance.”

“That’s fine. Yeah, erm, I’m free as always. Robin as well, even though I think he might have a shift on Friday night.”

“We can have a girls night then,” I suggested laughing. “Is Gemma coming down anytime to see you?”

“She’s a busy woman, I’m not too sure.”

“Well, I’ll ask her before I head down and text or WhatsApp you the details, yeah?”

“Sure, that’s a good idea,” she agreed. “Well, then I’ll let you go and do your stuff. I just called to see how you’re doing.”

“That’s really kind of you, Anne.” I said. “Have a lovely rest of your day and talk to you soon.”

“You too, my dear. Bye-bye.”


All I could hear was birds chirping when I woke up from my deep slumber. I didn’t even realise what time it was I just rolled onto my other side and let out an exhausted sigh. I had worked my ass off at work yesterday, I felt like I was treated like a dog honestly. I had to run up and down the building to get literally every single person a coffee or a sandwich just because they are working in a higher sector than me. I was hoping that my boss wouldn’t let that happen, but she was a total stress head with all the people in the room and her presentation that she’s been working on since forever. I was really flipping glad that I had a long weekend, which instantly reminded me of the fact that I’m driving down to Holmes Chapel today to meet Anne and Robin. Gemma said she’ll tag along but she’ll only get to Cheshire around seven pm. So, until then, I’m guessing I’ll be left alone with the parents. Which, by the way, I don’t have a problem with.

After getting myself together properly, I locked my apartment up, took the lift down to the underground garage and with the keys in my hand I pressed down on the circle shaped button to open my car up. I have always wanted an Audi so when I got my first ever payment now three years ago, my baby was the first thing I invested it in. It was a black A1 and it was love at first sight.

The journey from London to Holmes Chapel was around three hours since the traffic was terrible. There was an accident on the road and I was on the verge of crying when we couldn’t move more than twenty meters in half an hour. I was never a patient person and I knew that I should have worked on that but come on… effort. But then finally, when I made it to the house that I’ve learnt to like quite a lot I kind of wanted to turn back and go home in an instant. I was honestly not in the mood to talk to Harry and you may wonder why I’m saying this. Well, the reason for this is that his big ass Range Rover was parked in front of the house where he grew up and I was meant to be going and staying for the weekend. Anne didn’t mention this to me and I just knew that she was aware of the situation between me and her son. Why else would she keep Harry visiting a secret? This again, made me realise that the boy who was once my lovely boyfriend really didn’t want to do anything with me. Like, he came back from Los Angeles to visit his family which is okay. Fair enough. He misses them, I get it. But he didn’t tell me? I mean I know that we didn’t have the nicest conversation the other day but… ugh, doesn’t matter. We’ll just have another argument in a minute so I better get over it. Knowing this “new Harry” he’ll find a problem in me coming here rather than me going to America.

I knocked on the front door once I got out of my car but I didn’t bother bringing my bag with me. With Harry here the chances of me staying for the weekend is really damn low.

“Y/N! Hello,” Robin greeted me in a happy mood, his arms wrapping around me in a tight hug. He kind of reminded me of my dad which wasn’t a surprise since Anne was like a mum to me. “How was your journey here? How come it took so long? Anne said you’d be here around 1 pm.”

“Sorry, the traffic was horrid,” I said chuckling lightly as I left out the fact that I slept in until 10:30 am. “I was tempted to take the other route but I much prefer driving on the motorway.”

“Yeah, that’s understandable,” he said nodding his head in agreement. “Oh, gosh, come in, please. I don’t know why we’re standing here still.”

My teeth sunk into my lower lip when I took a deep breath and kicked my shoes off my feet. I was so close to entering the living room and I just didn’t want to. However, I knew that I didn’t have any other choice. Not only was Anne expecting to finally see me but I would’ve been really rude to just turn around and leave. Plus, just because Harry was there it didn’t mean that I had to talk to him.

But then my breath quickened and so did the beat of my heart. It was like as if it wanted to break through my chest and I felt my hands shake and sweat a bit. I haven’t seen him in absolute ages so compared to the last time, he has changed loads. Like from the outside. And most definitely from the inside too because I’ve had the chance to experience his new, I-don’t-care-what-you-think aura. So back to his physical look, I could totally understand why everyone drooled over him. I always could and did. It actually made me quite proud because hey, I could call him my own even though I wasn’t really fond of this “you’re mine and no one else’s” bullshit. As always, he was wearing black jeans which fitted his legs, especially his thighs perfectly. I had a thing for his thighs but we were together for a long enough time for me to realise that his whole entire fan base thought the same. With them black skinny jeans that he never seemed to put down he wore a blue shirt, it was most probably Saint Laurent, with Mickey and Minnie mouse on it. His hair was short which I have noticed through the pictures on twitter and when he came to visit me on my birthday. He smelled insanely good, I could actually sense his aftershave from where I was standing and it wasn’t helping my case. At all.

“Finally, Y/N,” Anne made me jump back to reality from all my thoughts of Harry. I was glad she was the one to break the silence in the room because knowing myself I would’ve said something stupid. And it probably would’ve been directed towards Harry. “I thought you won’t come at all.”

“Oh, no,” I said, smiling. “I wouldn’t just ditch on you like that. It was just a long journey because of the traffic. I just said to Rob that I was thinking about taking another route but you know how I am.”

“It’s fine, dear. I’m glad you are here,” she said then looked at Harry. He was just standing there, quietly watching me and his mother talking. It was awkward, like really awkward. I wished he wasn’t there so I wouldn’t have to keep looking away from him but I wasn’t so lucky. Of course he had to be here for whatever reason. “So, now that you and Harry are both arrived, me and Robin will just go to town and let you two have a little chat. If I’m right, and I know for a fact that I am, you lovebirds need to have a proper conversation.”

“There’s really no need, Anne,” I said right after she had finished talking. I didn’t want to be left alone with Harry. “I came to visit you and not him. Quite frankly, I didn’t even know he was going to be here and I don’t want to sound disrespectful or bitchy or anything like that, but if I knew he was gonna be here I wouldn’t have come down.”

“Now, my love, that is exactly why Robin and I will leave you two to talk things through!” she said confidently. “Please, be careful and don’t make a mess. Thank you. We will be back when we feel like you’ve had enough time just to make sure that you didn’t kill each other.”

And with that, they left. I didn’t actually realise that they were all ready to leave the house when I stepped in and greeted Rob then Anne. I mean I knew Rob had a shift tonight since Anne told me but other than that I thought it’s gonna be me, Anne and Gemma. I was kind of frustrated because I didn’t want to see Harry, I wasn’t up for another argument and I really hoped that he wasn’t either. I knew that if he’ll open his mouth to say shit I’m gonna slap him across his beautiful face, but then again, I wasn’t one to hurt him so I also knew that I would never do that. I wouldn’t want him slapping me so it was only fair if I kept my anger on the down low too.

“So, how have you been?” he asked quietly, taking a seat on one of the armchairs. I had to control myself not to react to his question in a way that would tick him off. Nowadays it was the easiest and the only way for him to react to whatever I said or did.

“Fantastic,” I said sarcastically. “I’ve been fantastic. How have you been?”

“Good, but… erm, could’ve been better.”

“How come?” I asked, arching a brow. Obviously, I knew where he was going with this but we had to keep up a conversation and I wasn’t going to ruin it.

“I just… since that last text message between us. I don’t know. I miss you,” he said, getting quieter with each word that left his mouth. I was a bit surprised, I thought he was gonna cause another fight between us. “I know I said some things which I shouldn’t have but I am well aware of the fact that I was wrong. So damn wrong, Y/N!”

“Glad you realised,” I muttered. He shot his head up, looking straight into my eyes. He looked lost but cuddly at the same time so I wanted to wrap my arms around him and just lay on the couch with him. But then I snapped out of my thoughts and went against it. I had to. We weren’t in a position where I could be day dreaming about shit like this. We had to sort it or end it first. “So then what now?”

“What do you mean what now?” he asked back, confusion spreading on his handsome face that I just wanted to kiss. It’s been way too long since I had the chance to and to think about his friends being able to do it when I wasn’t just made me feel pure shit. “I came home because I want to fix things. I realised that I’ve made a mistake and I kind of already lost you. I don’t want to lose you completely so while I have the chance to make things better, I will.”

“You came home because you wanted to or because your mum found out and she ordered you home? There is a big difference and I don’t know which the truth is. Yeah, you made a mistake and to be fair you already lost me but I’m too stupid to let you go so I guess you still have a chance to make it up to me. I don’t know if it’ll work for sure but you can do it.”

“You’re not sure it’s going to work?” he whispered back but I could still hear his voice crack for a minute. I didn’t like that sound. And not just when it happened to him, but when it happened to other people as well. It made me weak so I would give into people and also draw tears in my eyes for no reason and I just didn’t like it. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re not going to take me back?”

“I mean I don’t have to,” I said, shrugging. “You didn’t treat me right for a while now. How am I meant to know if you will now? Are you even going to stay in England if we work things out or go back straight to America? You’ve changed so much Harry and I’m so sad when I about it.”

“I haven’t changed, I swear! I’m still the Harry you know and love and I was just influenced by the people who surrounded me. I knew it was a bad decision to be around them but they persuaded me and after I properly realised I couldn’t just back up and leave.”

“Why?” I asked back, curious to know his answer. “Did they threaten you? Did you get involved with people who use drugs and stuff? Is that why you ‘couldn’t back up and leave’?”

“Y/N, don’t take the piss. Not right now at least,” he said, a sigh leaving his lips as he leaned forward and covered his face with his hands. “I’m trying, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded while responding normally. “Now answer my question from before. About the drugs and stuff. Unless you have something you are hiding from me.”

“No, I wasn’t threatened and no, I didn’t get involved with drugs. I would never.” He shook his head after he answered. I didn’t want to feel sorry for him but I just couldn’t help it when I heard his sad voice. He always got me and he probably knew it because he used or maybe still does know me better than some of my close friends. “I’m just so fucking sorry, okay? I love you so much and I know I messed things up lately but I didn’t want to! I was just so angry all the time because of my friends, who actually don’t deserve that title. I don’t think they ever did. I mean, they made me turn against you so now you hate me and don’t want to do anything with me.”

“I never said I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t hate you either. Hate is a strong word and even if you did something really bad I don’t think I could ever hate you. I love you too much to even consider it.” I told him casually, shrugging my shoulders a little. He looked up at me with red eyes while he sunk his teeth into his lower lip. I wanted to hug him so bad and I just couldn’t control myself when I stood up and went over to him.

I sat on his lap, putting his arms around my waist loosely and wrapping mine around his neck so that his face was against my chest while leaning my head on top of his. I closed my eyes as I hugged him tightly, feeling myself warming up from the inside just by being close to him. I have missed him too much and to finally have him here no matter the circumstances I was actually quite happy. Harry tightening his hands around me shook me out of my thoughts and hearing him quietly mutter “I love you so much” a few times made me forget about all of the crap that has went down between us in a snap of a finger. And it was bad, I knew it. I shouldn’t have allowed him to think it was all okay however I had to be close to him for a bit. If I were to not take him back I need to make sure that I’ll remember what it was like to be with him.

A long few minutes passed by and we were just sitting in silence, holding each other tightly. I wouldn’t have had it any other way to be fair. I mean every other girl or woman would have whipped his boyfriend’s ass if they were to be in our position but I wasn’t every other girl or woman. I was different. And maybe stupid.  But I already knew that so it was nothing new.

“I fucked up I know that.” He started off, slowly pulling away from me. He took one of his hands to wipe his cheeks that were stained with tears and that broke my heart. Every time he cried I died a little. “I also know that I didn’t treat you right, oh gosh, I treated you really-really bad and I’m so sorry, baby. I’m possibly the most awful man in the whole entire universe for behaving the way I did especially when it came to you. I should never ever take you for granted but I did and we basically broke up through a text message which was worse than doing it in real life. I’m so horrible I don’t even know how you can stand being in the same room as me.”

“I know for a fact that you’d be on your knees, begging me not to leave the room, so I don’t even want to try.” I laughed lightly which caused him to crack a tiny smile then roll his eyes. “I’m glad you know you fucked up and I hope you also plan on actually making it up to me somehow. Like I don’t know. Staying home for more than two nights? Yeah, that would be an amazing start, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Y/N, that’s what’s going to happen!” he agreed, his voice confident. That made me smile then I remembered that I need to act like a strong, independent woman. I mean that’s what girls say, right? “I have also been thinking about treating you to something for a while now. I never knew how I could just bring it up, then we fought so there was really no place or time for it.”

“Well, then you can re-plan it or something and then surprise me again.” I said. “But make sure it’s a weekend because you know how my manager is.”

“Why do you call her your manager and then your boss? Isn’t that supposed to be two different people? Like your boss would also be your manager’s boss, right?”

“Don’t know and don’t care to be perfectly honest. She pays me anyways and I don’t think she’s bothered what I call her as long as I work properly for her.”

“Oh, okay.” He smiled then it disappeared from his face and I just knew what’s going to happen. “So, am I okay then? Are we okay?”

“I mean I love you, you love me which means we love each other,” I said, over complicating the whole thing but I couldn’t help it. Also, there was nothing else that came to mind that I had to discuss with him even though I was sure there were loads of things that we haven’t even talked through. “I’m quite okay with you trying to get me back and stuff so it’s up to you now really.”

“I have to win you back?” he asked as a big grin spread across his face. I rolled my eyes so hard I could see my brain. Well, okay, maybe I couldn’t but it made me feel like I was funny even if I was only thinking about it. Man, if only Harry knew who he was putting up with, pft. But then again, he was worse. “Okay, I will win you back.”

“I can’t wait to see that.”

“So, Miss Y/L/N, would you like to have lunch with me?” he asked smiling. “I know just the place we could go to, they have your favourite.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked back, pretending to be shocked as I still sat on his lap. One of his arms was still around my waist while the other one holding my hand, our fingers intertwined. I loved it when he intertwined our fingers, they just seemed to fit perfectly and I don’t know. I also had a thing for his hands so I’m guessing this was the reason I really liked it. “So, then what’s my favourite?”

“Anything that’s edible,” he winked at me cheekily and I just laughed. It was true, I was exactly like his band mate, Niall, the only difference is that the boy was half of me. I didn’t have a fast metabolism, I wish I did and I never really worked out so I didn’t have a flat stomach or thigh gap but I was okay with it. “But you absolutely love brownie with vanilla ice cream as well as cookie dough with vanilla ice cream especially the ones from Pizza Hut.”

“True,” I nodded in agreement. I was a sucker for sweet things and he knew it like he did with everything else. He could easily pass as my best friend if I were to challenge him. “But what about like proper food?”

“Even though you’re not American you love Mac and Cheese and I’ll never understand why but you just do. You also love chicken soup, you could eat it anytime doesn’t matter if it’s three am or one pm.”

“Aw, you’re cute. I love you,” I kissed his temple as I smiled.

“I love you much more.”

“Not possible, but okay. So, um, can we go and eat now? I’m quite hungry.”

“You slept in, didn’t you?” he smirked as the question left his kissable lips and I just had to attack them. The kiss was soft and sweet and just perfect and I didn’t want to pull away but we both ran out of breath so we kind of had to. “You slept in so you were late.”

“No, there was an accident on the motorway, that’s why I was late.”

“That and you slept in.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Oh, yes you did, cheeky girl.”

“Piss off, Harry,” I rolled my eyes as I got off his lap. I felt his hand wrap around my wrist so I turned back to face him just to see him smile in victory. Did I already say that he knows me too well? “Okay, yeah, I slept in. Happy now?”

“More than happy, my love,” he winked at me. “I love you and I’m so sorry, okay? I swear I won’t do it again.”

“Well, actions speak louder than words, right?” I sang back to him.

“And you’re about to break from all you’ve heard.”

“But don’t be scared, I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Okay, that was enough of me and my band for today,” he laughed. “I’m supposed to be on a break where I don’t sing, okay?”

“Oh my god, why are you lying, eh? You’ve been working on a solo album or more for that matter so you sure been singing during this hiatus as you and your friends call it.”

“Shut up, woman. You know too much,” he said jokinagly. “Come give me a kiss then we can go get food, yeah?”

“You don’t deserve none of my kisses, so just get up and let’s get food.”

“Why are you being so rude?”

“Because I can and after our fight you deserve it, so shut up and buy me food,” I winked at him. He just pouted as he stood up and intertwined his fingers in front of himself. I rolled my eyes as I stepped in front of him and I put my hands on his cheeks. His head snapped up and I just pressed my lips against his, a sigh leaving both of our mouths. I might have missed his kisses too much.

“You’re amazing.” He said smiling as we pulled away from each other.

“I know right?” I smirked then took a step back and started to walk towards the hall to get my shoes. He followed me soon enough, slapping my bum gently. “Oi, behave.”

Oi, behave.” He mocked me.

“Shut up and as I said before get me food already. I’m getting moody because I haven’t had anything to eat.”


“Oh geez.”

Brooklyn Beckham imagine


I just finished saying I love you to my parents when Brooklyn walked back into the room. I was letting him stay with me for a little.

“Where you speaking another language?” He asked shocked.

“Yes, my parents fist language is (fill in the blank).” I said with a shrug.

“Really?! I never knew that! How come I never knew?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t talk in it much. Many when I’m talking to my parents.”

“I think you should more.” Brooklyn said with a smile.

“Why you wouldn’t be able to understand me?”

He just shrugged it off. “You sound hot, plus you could teach me,” he said with a wink.

I laughed and said “(insert translation for -) I said you’re crazy in (language)”

“Hm, insulting but still hot as hell.” He said before giving me a kiss. “Keep talking.

I rolled my eyes and just got up to put my computer away.

(A/n : sorry that sucks I only know English and French so I didn’t wanna just stick French in there and that’s not one you knew xx)

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A Jungkook scenario where he's the popular guy in school and you're the new girl that seems to have no interest in him causing him to be intrigued by you

Do I have to deal with one of them?

Being the new girl is never a fun time, but knowing I’m new and having to deal with him is another thing. He’s the typical in-the-movies popular guy, with girls fawning over him left and right. He loved the attention, though he may not admit it when approached, but everyone knew he was bluffing. Truth is, he loved it, in fact, he craved it. He craved the love, the attention. He craved the power. Me though, I refused to give it to him from the day I met him. His name you ask? 

Jeon Jungkook. 

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The Scamanders: Lorcan and Lysander playing hide and seek with Luna. For anon.

“Lysander, shut up— she’s going to hear you.”

“She’s going to hear us. You’re the one who’s talking.”


Luna Scamander watched on, as two blonde boys huddled behind an oak tree, as old as Merlin’s name itself. The wind carried their whispers; a quaint, thin-lipped smile forming, as she revelled at the beauty of her family. Her husband, and her twin sons, only a few years shy of leaving for Hogwarts themselves, now lived alone in a small cottage, in the secluded English woods.

“Lorcan— will you stop breathing on my neck!”

“It’s not my fault! I told you we should have found a bigger tree.”

“This is the biggest tree!”

The faint cracking of bare feet against the dry forest floor, had Luna carefully approaching her sons. She’d be lying, if she ever tried to claim that for the past seventeen minutes she hadn’t known that the boys were crouched, only feet away from her. However, that’s what mothers did, right?

“Is that her…? Is she coming…?”

“Lysander— how am I supposed to know?”

“Just stick your head out and look!”

A flash of white hair and a short-lived shriek was the only indication Luna was given, before she was forced to become part of the chase. The barefooted trio swerved between countless trees— bursts of laughter exploding as they ran.

The Crumple-Horned Snorkack may not have been real, but she thanked Merlin this was.


Description: The Reader is turned into a three year old.

“Y/n, would you hurry up and get out of bed already?” Dean shouts. “These eggs aren’t going to eat themselves!” He pauses for a moment just to listen, waiting for any response, and sighs in mock agitation when there’s nothing. Truthfully, he’s glad you’re getting some rest. You’d been looking worn out lately, much as you’d tried to hide it, and it was rare for you to have free weekends to get caught up on sleep.

“She still out?” Sam asks when he ducks into the kitchen, snagging a mug off of the counter and pouring himself some coffee.

“Yeah,” Dean replies, scooping some eggs onto a plate and passing it to him. “I’ll just let her sleep. I can make her breakfast later.” He serves himself and flops into a chair next to his brother, ready to dig in. 

But he pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth, just listening.

“What?” Sam asks with an amused grin.

“Do you hear that?” Dean asks.

“Hear wh-”

“Shh.” Dean holds up his finger to silence him. “Is that - is someone crying?”

And it’s then that a tiny little girl with h/c hair and e/c eyes pads quietly into the room, wearing one of your T-shirts that’s basically a floor-length gown on her small frame. She has her left thumb in her mouth and she’s dragging a sheet behind her. “Where’s my mommy?” she asks with tearful eyes.

“What the hell?”

Sam shoots his brother a look.

Dean rolls his eyes. “Heck, I mean what the heck.”

Sam crouches down in front of the little girl. “Where did you come from?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“I was sleeping,” she explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you know where my mommy is?”

“What’s your name, kid?” Dean asks, coming to stand beside his brother.


His eyes go wide. “Y/n, huh? That’s a nice name. I have a friend named Y/n.” He glances at Sam. “Speaking of which, I think she’s still asleep. Let’s go wake her up, okay?" 

"Do you want to come with us, Y/n?” Sam asks, hands on his knees.

She nods, thumb still in her mouth, and the two boys lead her down the hall to your bedroom.

“Hey, Y/n,” Dean calls, knocking on the door a few times. “You’re going to want to see this.” He waits but you don’t respond. “Y/n?”

When he pushes open the door he sees that your bed appears to have been slept in, but you’re nowhere to be found. The only sign of you is the pair of sweatpants you like to wear as pajama bottoms. Dean turns to face his brother. “Sam, what do you think?”

The youngest Winchester furrows his brow. “Y/n,” he says, turning to the little girl. “What’s your last name?”


Sam glances at Dean. “Dean, I think this is-”

“It’s Y/n,” Dean finishes. “It’s Y/n, and she’s a baby.”

“I’m not a baby!” you tell him indignantly. “I’m three!’ You hold up three fingers to illustrate.

Dean runs a hand through his hair, looking down at you in dismay. "Well, sh- crap.”

“Call Bobby,” Sam tells him, ducking out of the bedroom. “I’ll call Cas. We’re going to need all hands on deck for this one.”


Sam flops down onto the couch, Cas stands stoically in the corner, and Dean paces across the center of the floor.

“So we have no idea what’s causing this?” he demands, glancing into the kitchen where you’re seated at the table with a notebook and some crayons.

“There weren’t any hex bags,” Sam replies. “We haven’t interacted with witches in months. All the hunts this week were basic, no magic or voodoo or curses involved. There’s no reason she should be a three year old.”

“Sam’s logic is sound,” Cas agrees, hands clasped behind his back. “I’m afraid I have no idea as to what’s causing this.”

Dean sighs, looking at you as you color, tongue sticking partially out of your mouth and brow furrowed in deep concentration. “We can’t leave her like this.”

“Of course not,” Cas tells him. “It’s just going to require extensive research to see what’s causing this.”

“I might be able to help with that.” If the English accent hadn’t been a dead giveaway, the smug smirk dark eyes glittering with mischief would have been.

“Crowley.” Dean’s hands clench into fists.

“Hello, boys.” The demon’s grin is almost feral. “What’s new?”

“Did you do this?” Dean snaps, pointing at you.

Crowley examines his fingernails. “I might’ve.”

“Yes or no.”

“It certainly looks like my handiwork.” Crowley watches you closely. “Beautiful little girl. So innocent and happy.”

Dean grabs him by the collar of his shirt. “You change her back or so help me-”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” Crowley replies, looking unconcerned. 

“What do you mean you can’t?” Sam asks suspiciously.

“It’s a spell,” he informs them. “A rather brilliant one. In twenty-four hours it will wear off, but until then it’s irreversible." 

"Why?” Cas asks.

“Why?” He laughs. “Because I was bored, that’s why. And Dean-O is always grumbling about how innocent Y/n is, how kind and good and pure, always wishing that he could preserve that, save her from the hunting life." 

Dean’s face is growing flushed with anger.

"I’m simply providing him the opportunity to let her be innocent for a day.”

Dean shoves Crowley back roughly. “You son of a-”

“Dean?” you say nervously, and he turns to see you standing in the doorway with the notebook clutched in your tiny hands.

“Yeah, Y/n, what is it?” he asks, quickly releasing the demon.

You stare at Crowley with fear plain in your eyes and slowly make your way across the room, keeping as far away from him as possible. “I drew you this.”

Dean looks at the paper you hand him, eyes softening. “Hey, this is good, kid. It’s a flower, right?”

You nod, smiling shyly. “Yeah.”


You turn to see Crowley squatting down so he’s almost at eye-level with you. 

“You must be Y/n,” he says, flashing a wicked smile.

You gasp and turn to hide behind Dean’s leg, peeking out at the stranger. “Who are you?”

“The name is Crowley, dear,” he replies, extending his hand. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

You eye his hand warily, holding on to Dean’s pant leg. “Dean,” you whisper loudly. “He’s scary.”

He pats your head proudly. “I know he is, kiddo.” He scoops you up into his arms and perches you on his hip, turning to glare at Crowley. “Change her back.”

“My hands are tied, Dean,” he replies, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Twenty-four hours. She’ll fall asleep and be fine by morning.” And he disappears in a puff of smoke.

Dean looks down at you, watching as your thumb creeps slowly up into your mouth. “Twenty-four hours, huh? Well, I guess we’re going to need supplies.”

“Is there anything I can retrieve for you?” Cas asks.

“She’ll need clothes,” Sam says, getting to his feet. “Can’t have her running around in that all day.”

Cas is gone in an instant, popping back in just as quickly with a tiny pair of pink overalls, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes. “Will these suffice?”

“Yeah, that’s great, Cas,” Sam tells him. “But we’ll get the rest. No shop lifting, right?”

“We’ll need some real food for her,” Dean continues. “Like mac ‘n’ cheese, chicken nuggets, stuff like that. We should probably get something to keep her entertained, too.”

“Alright, let’s get her changed,” Sam says, taking the clothes from Cas.

“Okay, Y/n, why don’t you go with Uncle Sam here,” he starts to pass you off to Sam and you instantly begin squirming, shaking your head vehemently. 

“No, no,” you cry, tears quickly welling up in your eyes much to Dean’s alarm. “I don’t want to go with him, no.” You wrap your little arms around Dean’s neck and hold on for dear life.

He flashes a baffled look at his brother. “Hey, come on, it’ll only be for like five minutes,” he assures you, patting your back awkwardly.

You bury your face into his shoulder and shake your head. “No.”

He sighs. “Alright, I guess I’ll help her.”

He carries you into the other room, ignoring Sam’s amused expression, and sets you down onto the bed while he pulls the tags off of your clothes. “Here you go, kid, put these on.”

You struggle into the tiny pair of overalls, fumbling around the extra fabric of your T-shirt and struggling even more to pull the T-shirt off. Dean grabs the hem of the fabric and pulls it over your head, carefully directing his gaze at his feet because you may be three but it’s still you. Once your new shirt is on he quickly snaps the straps of the overall into place and sets you onto the floor, helping you pull on your shoes and tying the laces tightly.

“All set,” he tells you with a smile once you’re dressed.

You grin and take Dean’s hand, little legs pumping to keep up with his long strides as he leads you back into the living room.

When you get out to the car, Dean’s intentions are to have you sit in Cas’s lap in the back, but you quickly throw that plan out the window when you start crying and clinging to Dean’s leg.

He groans. “You drive, Sammy,” he tells his little brother, handing over the keys. Sam and Cas clamber into the front seats while Dean sits with you in the back, holding you in his lap and buckling the seat belt over both of you. He nods emphatically as you point things out to him through the window, turning back to look at him every once in a while just to make sure he’s still listening.

“Look, Dean!” you exclaim, greasy little fingers pressed flat against the glass. “Look, it’s a fire truck!”

“Sure is,” he replies, leaning his head back onto the seat.

It’s going to be a long day.


“Y/n,” Dean groans. “We’ve played tea party seven times.”

“Please, Dean?” you beg, tugging on his arm repeatedly. “Please please please please please please please? Mr. Stuffy is thirsty, he needs to have a tea party.”

He rolls his eyes, glaring at the stupid teddy bear sitting next to him at the kitchen table. He and Sam had been planning on buying you some more coloring books and a movie or two to watch, but instead they’d come back with a little plastic tea set, several stuffed animals, two princess dresses, and a copy of The Lion King.

Damn, but your pouting eyes had gotten him.

“Alright, we will play one more time," Dean tells you, holding up his finger to make sure you’re paying attention. "But then you have to eat your dinner and go to bed.”

“Okay, okay,” you reply, the bright purple skirt of your dress swishing as you grab the tea pot from the center of the table. You pour him some “tea” and watch in scrutiny with one hand on your hip while he picks up his plastic tea cup. “Dean, pinky out,” you remind him. “You have to use your manners.”

He mutters a curse word under his breath, sticking out his pinky dramatically and slurping at his cup loudly for good measure.

“More tea, Mr. Stuffy?” you ask, approaching the bear and filling his cup as well. “There you go. And some for me.” You sit down carefully, smoothing down the skirt of your dress before picking up your tea cup and sipping daintily, the definition of proper.

Dean can’t help but grin. “The tea is very good, Y/n.”

You smile shyly. 

After the tea party he fixes you dinner, mac 'n’ cheese with a couple chicken nuggets. He cuts them into little bites and watches you carefully. “Slow down, Y/n,” he reminds you a couple of times, his own plate of food untouched in front of him. “Be careful not to choke. Little bites - hey, that was not little!”

You giggle, mouth full of noodles, and then slide off of your chair, bounding into the living room.

He sighs and starts to follow you. “C'mon, Y/n, you have to finish your food.”

“Dean!” You run up to him and collide wildly with his leg, clutching his jeans in one hand and a DVD in the other. “Can we watch Lion King? Please?”

“No, you have to go to bed,” he says sternly, picking you up. 

“Please please please please please?” You lean back dramatically, nearly making him drop you. “I’ll take a nap after, I promise. Can we please?”

He shakes his head, already knowing he can’t say no to you. “Alright, fine. But then it’s bed time.” He pokes you in the belly, making you giggle.

After getting you situated on the couch he pops the DVD in and sits down next to you, smiling as you crawl into his lap with wide eyes as you stare at the screen.

“Is that the Lion King?” Sam asks, coming in from the library when he hears the opening song. “This is one of my favorites.” He sits down in the open chair, grinning when he looks at you.

You love the movie. You try to sing along even though you don’t know the words and you laugh at all the jokes and you hide behind Dean’s jacket during the scary parts, burrowing further into his arms. By the time it’s done you’re yawning widely and fighting to keep your eyes open.

“Alright kiddo,” he says, lifting you up and smiling gently when you lay your head on his shoulder and rub your eyes sleepily. “Time to go to bed.”

“But I’m not tired,” you yawn.

“Sure you aren’t.”

He carries you into your room, helping you take off your overalls and slide back into the oversized T-shirt from that morning. He tucks you into the covers, and turns to leave, but you catch his hand.

“Dean?” you say quietly. “Will you tell me a story?”

“A story?” he replies, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “What kind of story?”

“About a princess,” you tell him thoughtfully. “A princess and a dragon.”

“Let’s see.” He leans against the headboard as you look up at him. “Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Y/n.”

You smile at the use of your name.

“She was the prettiest princess in all the land, and the smartest too.” He tickles your side playfully. “One day she met three princes who were all very tall. They told her that there was a dragon in her kingdom that wanted to take all the gold.”

You gasp. “What did the princess do?”

“Well, Princess Y/n used her magic to scare off the dragon. And with the help of the three princes they made sure the dragon could never steal anything ever again.”

Your eyes are starting to close now, your face going slack as you drift into the world of sleep. “Dean, is my mommy coming back tomorrow?”

He smiles sadly. “She sure is, kiddo. She’s coming back to take you home and maybe take you out for ice cream too, huh?”

You smile, almost out. “Thank you for everything, Dean,” you whisper, words barely intelligible. “You’re a good uncle.”

He watches you sleep for a while before carefully climbing off of the bed and tucking the covers around you. “Goodnight, Princess,” he whispers, kissing you lightly on the forehead.

Then he turns out the light and gently closes the door.


The next morning you pad out of your room, rubbing sleep from your eye, your T-shirt hanging almost to your knees.

“Good morning,” you yawn.

Dean looks up from the box he’s packing, relieved to see you back to normal. “Morning, sleepyhead. Breakfast is on the counter.”

You pick up your plate of eggs and a fork and come to stand next to him, peering over his shoulder. “What’s all this?” you ask, picking up a teddy bear. “Is that a tea set?”

The corner of his mouth turns up in a small smile. “Sure is.”

“Why do you have all of this?” You take a bite of eggs.

He looks at you, his expression impossibly gentle, wondering if he should tell you or pretend it didn’t happen. “Found it in the storage room,” he finally says. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” you say slowly, taking another bite. “But I had the weirdest dream.”

“Oh yeah? What was it?”

“I don’t remember very much,” you begin. “But I’m pretty sure there was a tea party.”


Summary: Punk looking Phil Lester moves to town and attends a school full of cliques. He doesn’t see his life going anywhere until he somehow manages to befriend the mute kid in school. Now he’s beginning to learn that life can take you anywhere, and is full of friends in unlikely places. But in the wake of a tragedy, Phil must learn to understand not just words, but actions. Because sometimes, the loudest cry for help can be soundless.

Warnings: Swearing, a bit of fluff

Word Count: 4,648

{Previous Chapter}

Chapter 2

Phil Lester also hated mornings. In fact, he hated just about everything.

“Phil, get up! You’re going to have to keep walking to school unless you start waking up earlier!”

Phil put his head underneath his pillow in attempts to drown out of mum’s voice. Why did school have to start so early? But Phil decided he rather walk to school everyday if it meant getting twenty extra minutes of sleep. The school itself wasn’t that far. It was a few blocks away. Nothing he couldn’t handle walking. Plus, the exercise would do him good.

With an obligatory groan he does every morning, Phil rolled out of bed and landed hardly on his floor.

“Phil?” his mum shouted up the stairs.

“I’m fine!” Phil yelled back grumpily. Slowly, he pushed himself off the floor and headed to the bathroom to start his every day morning routine.

He went downstairs and found his dad in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. It struck Phil as unusual that is dad was even home this morning. Usually he’s gone by at least thirty past six.

“Phil! Nice to see you this morning,” his dad said cheerfully when he saw Phil.

Phil grumbled. “Why are you home?”

His dad chuckled. “Don’t have to go in until a little later today. Besides, I never saw you yesterday. How was your first day at the new school?” He took a sip of his coffee and immediately set it back down. Must be a little too hot.

“Mum didn’t tell you?” Surely she did. There was nothing that Phil couldn’t do without his dad knowing minutes after.

His dad shrugged. “She told me a few things. But I want to hear from you.”

Phil didn’t understand why, but he didn’t want to argue this morning. So he said, “Talked to a few people, suffered all day, and that’s about it. Nothing exciting happened.”

“Not yet,” his dad said.

“Not ever,” Phil retorted. “It’s school. Not the red carpet to the Brits. The only exciting thing that happens at school is when the bell rings at the end of the day.” Phil grabbed his bag by the door, just now remembering he had history homework to do last night. He was too busy thinking about other things, anyway. Not to mention he’s the new kid. Mrs. Wright was sure to be lenient on him. She seemed nice enough.

His dad snorted. “Make some friends. Then exciting things are bound to happen.”

“Like what? Me having to tell them I’m moving again and they’ll throw a party for my leave? No, thanks.” Phil hoisted the bag over his shoulder before heading out. He opened the door, and on his way out, he added, “I’m not making friends. So stop bothering me about it.” He shut the door behind him, not wanting to hear whatever it was his dad had to say.


Phil barely stepped on campus before Luke pounced on him. “Hey there, Philip!” he chirped.

“Just call me Phil. I hate when people say my whole name.” It was way too formal for him. Phil didn’t even think he looked like a Philip. In fact, he didn’t think he looked like an anything.

Luke stepped back. “Someone isn’t a morning person. Guess I should leave you alone until English and lunch then, yeah?”

Phil rolled his eyes. He wanted tot ell Luke to leave him alone forever, but he wasn’t that mean. Phil would just have to draw a fine line between acquaintances and friends. He didn’t plan on sticking around too long anyway.

“So,” Luke began as they stepped inside the school. “I had my old nannie save us some pizza for lunch today. It’s pepperoni. That cool?”  

Phil nodded. “Any pizza is cool.” Phil looked at his surroundings. Since he was on time today, the lobby and stairwells were crowded with people. It was a big school, but for some reason, Phil didn’t expect it to have this many people. He was curious about the number of students that actually attended here.

“Sweet. I’ll have to keep that in mind. I like any kind of pizza. Dan doesn’t. I always have to get him cheese. Talk about lack of pizzazz.” Luke rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“Are you and Dan best friends or something?” Phil asked.

Luke shrugged. “I don’t know about best friends. We really only hang out and talk at school. I don’t think he’s comfortable with going out or letting people over at his flat. He used to say it was because it was embarrassing because of his dad always being there, but I don’t know. That excuse is only good for so long.” True. Eventually he would have to get over it or he would have almost no social life. Not that he has an extravagant one now.

“Where is he?” Phil asked, suddenly curious. Phil didn’t like talking about people when they weren’t around, even if it wasn’t gossip. Most people would probably think otherwise, just from looking at the way Phil dresses and acts. But that’s stereotyping for ya.

“Probably with his dad. Or the counselor. Don’t tell him I told you about that. He doesn't’ really like people knowing he talks to the school counselor.”

So perhaps his silence was caused by something traumatizing in his life. Phil concluded that most people who talk to counselors, typically do so because of private matters or personal issues. Maybe Dan had some crazy past life no one knew about. Maybe that was the reason for his silence.

“What are you thinking about?” Luke asked, interrupting Phil’s thoughts.

“Nothing that matters,” he replied. Which was true. Dan’s life was none of his concern.

Luke gave him a skeptical look. “Trying to figure out Dan? Damn it. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. But the words slipped out and it was too late. Shit.”

“What? No. Dan’s personal life is not my business. And frankly, it’s not yours, either. Don’t go about telling people he talks to the counselor. Pretend like you never even knew. He didn’t tell you that just for you to go telling me.” Phil felt like he was being a slight jerk to Luke, but he didn’t want Luke going around thinking it was okay to tell secrets or spread gossip.

“Hey, man. No need to get all defensive over the guy. He didn’t even tell me that he sees the counselor. I see him go in there every now and then. I don’t even think he knows that I know. You’re the only person I’ve accidentally told. I swear.”

Phil sighs. “Sorry. I just hate gossip and rumors. It’s annoying and carries way too much drama.” And Phil likes to stay as far away from drama as he can get. He has enough of it at home with his parents.

Luke nods. “I agree. Sorry?” he said, unsure if that’s what he’s supposed to say.


“Good. Bell is about to ring. See you later?” Luke says.

“Yeah, see you.” Phil says, watching Luke head up the stairs to what he assumes is his first class. Phil remains in the same spot, even long after the bell rings and the halls become wider without the students in them. He’s about to head up to computers when he sees Dan coming out of a door near the main office. He’s not with his dad, so he must be with …

Dan waves at whoever is on the other side of the door, and lets it shut behind him. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder, spotting Phil in the process.

Phil’s face flushes. He’s worried Dan might be mad or something for seeing him, but when Dan smiles shyly and waves, Phil knows Dan must not really care what he saw. Phil waves back at Dan, who is now jogging up the stairs to his first class. Phil decides he should do the same.


English comes surprisingly quick, and Phil cannot wait until lunch. He didn’t eat breakfast yet again this morning.

When Phil enters the classroom, he thinks he’s the first one there, which he hates, because it makes him seem like a nerd who’s ready to go to class and learn, but he’s quickly relieved when he sees Dan already in his seat. Phil sits down next to him, just as he did yesterday. Dan flashes a quick smile at him and goes back to writing something.

“We didn’t have homework, did we?” Phil asks, suddenly nervous. He already didn’t do his history homework. He didn’t want to add English on top of that.

Dan shakes his head, and Phil relaxes in his seat. So history was the only assignment he didn’t do. Good.

Fifteen seconds of silence pass, and suddenly, douche bag Scott enters the room. He’s got that look about him that says, “I’m trying to be cool but everyone knows I’m not.” Scott slides into his seat in front of Phil, and doesn’t even wait two seconds before spinning around. Phil sighs.

“Ah, Phil Lester. How are you today? Spectacular, I hope.” He smiles with all his teeth. Clearly he’s plotting something.  

“The only spectacular day I would have is one where you don’t talk to me. So that’s completely shattered.” Scott has only talked to Phil once, but that was one too many times for Phil. He didn’t want to associate himself with a bully.

Scott squints. “Whatever. Give up talking to Dan yet? I bet you were annoyed that he didn’t answer.” Scott’s gaze shoots to Dan, who doesn’t bother looking up from his paper. A blush creeps up from Dan’s neck.

“What’s your problem with Dan?” Phil asks. “He’s probably not done a thing to you. Like, ever.” Dan seemed to nice to do anything to Scott. Let alone anyone.

Scott scoffs. “I talked to him and he didn’t answer. Talk about rude and disrespectful.”

“Kind of like you’re being now?” Phil fires at Scott.

“If anyone here is being rude, it’s certainly you, Phil Lester. I’m just trying to have a nice conversation, and all you’re doing is making harsh assumptions.”

Phil laughs and rolls his eyes. “It’s not assumptions if it’s the truth. Tell me, has Dan ever actually done something to offend you? Hurt your feelings? I bet he hasn’t ever said a word to you.”

Scott laughs loudly. “Damn straight he hasn’t said a word to me! He hasn’t said one to you either, I’d bet!”

“Oh, Jesus Christ. Fuck off, Scott! You know that’s not what I meant. Just because he doesn’t talk, doesn’t mean he can’t communicate. You’re a fucking jerk,” Phil spits. “No wonder why you don’t have any friends.”

Anger fills Scott’s face. “You want to fucking talk? Where are all of your friends? Hmm?”

Phil exploded. Everything he tried to keep in had to be unleashed. “I just fucking moved here! You expect everyone to come up to me and automatically be my friend? Is that how shit works? Did you come straight out of the womb with a basket of friends? Probably fucking not. So fuck off, Scott. You’re a piece if shit.” Phil looked around to room to find a snickering Luke, an angry teacher, and a bunch of wide eyed kids. Most of the kids were trying not to laugh, only because the teacher was there and it would fuel the fire.

“Phil?” Mr. Rathbone prompted.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go to the office.” Phil gathered his bag and stood up, trying his best to ignore a smug looking Scott. He walked behind Dan when Dan grabbed his wrist and shoved something in Phil’s hand before he got by. Phil clutched the paper like object as he sauntered out of the room.

In the hallway, Phil shut the door to the classroom and leaned against the wall, opening his fist to see what Dan gave him. It was a slightly crumbled, folded up piece of paper. Phil opened it, trying to smooth it out to read it better.

You didn’t have to do that. But thanks.

Phil smirked at the words before folding the paper back up and shoving it in his pocket. You didn’t have to write me that note thanking me, Phil thought. But thanks. And with that, Phil headed to the office.

Phil had to wait almost twenty minutes for Mr. Bureau to show up. He had no idea what he was doing, he was just told that the principal was out and would be back shortly. Apparently, shortly is not short.

The door to the officer opened, finally, and in strode Mr. Bureau. He made a look of surprise when he saw Phil slouching in one of the chairs in the room. “Philip Lester, right?”

“Yes,” Phil said, sighing.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

So he didn’t know what happened in English. Phil could lie, say he was having a hard time fitting in at the school, but figured he was better off telling the truth. He might get in trouble for it, but so would Scott. And Scott needed a lesson.

“Well …” Phil trailed off. Mr. Bureau sat in his seat behind the desk and folded his hands, listening closely. “I was sent to the office because I was … in a, I guess, heated argument with Scott.”

Mr. Bureau sighed. “Scott Daly?” he asked.

Phil shrugged. “I don’t know his last name. Has English with me is all I can say.”

“With Mr. Rathbone?”


“Then that’s the one.” He leaned back in his chair, looking slightly annoyed, much to Phil’s surprise. Obviously Scott was a troubled one when it came to other students. Mr. Bureau’s behavior confirmed as much. “Tell me what happened. Why were you two arguing?”

Phil relaxed in his chair. Maybe he wouldn’t be in as much trouble as he previously thought. “You know Dan Howell.” It wasn’t a question. The principal nodded anyway. “He was being mean to him. And me, really. But I don’t care about me. He was being rude to Dan for literally no reason. Scott says I shouldn’t be friends with him because he doesn’t talk.”

A flash of anger crosses the principal’s face, but he quickly recollects himself. “I’m going to tell you something, but it doesn’t leave this office, alright?”

Phil swallowed nervously. “Yes, sir.”

“Scott and Dan … they have a past. I’m not at liberty to say, but I can tell you they used to be friends. Just … I’m glad you’re standing up for Dan. I truly am. People tend to … ignore Dan because of his … quietness, yes. But be careful with Scott and Dan in the same spot. I’m afraid one of these days they’re going to clash and it won’t be pretty. Of course, there’s nothing I can really do about it. I’m only the principal here. I can’t do anything unless they do actually start something. It’s one reason why Officer Howell stays at the school so much.”

Phil was surprised at the amount of things Mr. Bureau was telling him. Hell, Phil wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to tell him these things. Not only that, but Phil felt a bit guilty for listening to it. It wasn’t his business, not really. But he’d be damned if he said he wasn’t curious whilst listening to it.

“I just … I want Dan to have friends. I’ve known that kid for years. Real nice boy, he is. But I worry about him. I’m glad you stood up for him.”

Phil proceeded cautiously. “So … I’m not in trouble for freaking out on him?” Not that he’d care if he was. He just preferred to avoid trouble altogether.

Mr. Bureau chuckled. “No, it’s all good. Just, if Scott asks or Mr. Rathbone does, say you got a warning or something. Deal?”


“Alright then. Back to class with ya.” Mr. Bureau stood up and led Phil out of his office back into the lobby. He smile at Phil, and retreated back into his office.

Phil didn’t particularly feel like going back to class. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with Scott yet. Or ever, really. Class would be over soon anyway, and then it would be time for lunch. Phil could hide out somewhere for another thirty minutes.

He skipped out on the bathrooms, and sneaked outside to where he and Dan and Luke sat yesterday for lunch. Surprisingly, it was another sunny day out. Barely any clouds. So he tossed his bag on the patch of pavement and lied down on the grass to relax for a bit. He stared up at the sky, thinking about the limitless possibilities it could offer. It was weird to think that millions of other people across the world were looking at the same bit of sky.

Phil’s eyes began to flutter as he thought about the world. Eventually, he dozed off, completely forgetting about his problems for a while.


“He’s not dead, Dan. Just lazy,” an all too familiar voice said. A shadow loomed over Phil’s face, blocking out the sunlight. “Wakey, wakey,” Luke chimed. “It’s time for lunch!”

Phil stretched out on the grass, opening his eyes to find Luke and Dan. Luke stood over Phil, a smile dancing on his lips, while Dan stood a few steps away, looking slightly concerned.

“Dan tried to wake you,” Luke says lowly. “Why didn’t you get up?”

Phil almost said he couldn’t hear him, but his mind caught up before his words, telling him those weren’t the right choice. So he said, “Heavy sleeper. Takes a lot to wake me.” It was only the half truth. Phil could sleep through a thunderstorms in the middle of the night, but as soon as he heard a voice, he was up and at ‘em. Since Dan can’t–won’t–talk … well …

“Well. It’s time for pizza anyway. Go back to sleep when you go home.”

“I want to go back to sleep now,” Phil grumbled. “It’s much nicer out here.” He looked up at the vast sky once more.

Luke snickered. “Hang out with Dan once, and he’s already turned you into a softy.” He made a tsk noise with his tongue. “I pegged you for the–”

“Silent, emo type. Yeah, I got that yesterday from your conversation you let me have no part of.” Phil frowned at him.

Luke bit back a smile. “Sorry there, mate. Had to get to class.”

“MmmHmm. Whatever. Go get the pizza. I’m hungry.”

“Aye.” Luke walks back inside, leaving Dan and Phil alone.

Dan walks over to Phil, making a gesture with his hands. He’s asking if Phil read the note.

“I did read the note. It was really no problem. I hate all jerks like Scott. There’ll probably be another something like that tomorrow.” Phil waves his hand dismissively.

Dan sighs, grabbing a seat on the ground next to Phil. He looks up to the sky, closing his eyes and embracing the sunlight.

Phil never noticed it before, but Dan’s skin was actually really smooth. The light hit it just right, making Dan seem almost porcelain. His brown hair glistened in the sun, and just for a brief moment, Phil wishes he could see Dan’s eyes under the sun. He imagined they look like the color of fresh mud after it rains. He shook his head. Why was he thinking about that?

Dan opened one eye, catching Phil’s in the process. He smirked.

“What?” Phil asked. Dan only shook his head.

Phil wanted to push further, but couldn’t, as Luke arrived back with a few slices of pizza and some soda to drink.

They talked mostly about Phil–where he came from, why he moved to a boring town, if he was going to move again soon. Most of the questions were answered with “I don’t know” and “probably.” Before any of them knew it, the bell rang and it was time for the last class of the day. As they walked back inside, Officer Howell stood by the back door to the cafeteria, shaking his head disapprovingly. Luke smiled sheepishly, Dan ducked around everyone and went to his dad, and Phil remained neutral. It was evident that Dan was attempting to explain why they were all outside again, when clearly, his dad had told them to stop going out there. Whatever he said–or tried to say–must have been good enough, because both of the Howell’s strode out of the cafeteria wearing smiles.

“Interesting,” Luke said.

Phil went to respond, but closed his mouth when he realized Luke was already gone. He really needed to stop doing that.


His mum had made spaghetti for dinner, and she gave Phil no choice but to sit at the table and eat it. His family didn’t usually sit at the table and eat dinner, only on rare occasions and holidays. So he was a bit lost on why she was making him eat with them today. It was awkward and full of tension between everyone.

The only sound was forks scraping along the plates, and Phil cringed at every noise. He hated that sound. He rather listen to someone scrap a chalkboard all day.

After almost ten minutes of unbearable silence, the door bell rang. Phil heaved out a sigh and sat back in his chair. He was about to offer to go get it, when his mum said, “No, stay. I’ll go get the door.” She must really want him to suffer.

“Oh, hi,” he heard his mum say from the door. His Dad looked at Phil questionably. Phil only shrugged. “Yes, we were just eating dinner. No, no, it’s no problem. Please, come in.” Now his dad and Phil were intrigued. Who would be coming to their house right now? None of them knew anyone in this town yet.

His mum stepped around the corner, followed by Officer Howell. Phil was briefly mortified that Dan would follow, but after a few short seconds, it was clear he wasn’t here. Phil let out a breath.

“Hello, Philip,” Officer Howell said.

“Hi,” Phil replied. Why was he here? To tell his parents he can’t follow the rules at school and keeps eating outside when he was told not to? By a police officer, no less.

“I’m sorry to intrude on your dinner,” Officer Howell said.

“Oh, it’s really no problem. We love company,” his mum said. Phil wanted to roll his eyes at the false statement. His mum liked company for a total of two minutes. After that, she wishes they would get out.

Officer Howell leans against the doorway to the kitchen, acting way too casual for this to be a formal talk about Phil’s defiance to listen. “I’m actually here to thank your son in person for what he did today.”

Phil dropped his fork when all eyes turned to him. “Um … what did I do?”

Officer Howell chuckled. “You stood up for my son today. Dan. I know Scott is a real ass hole, but no one ever pays attention to them. You’re the first. And yeah, Dan can handle himself, mostly, but to have some back up … I felt slightly better about letting him go to school and attend classes without me.”

“Oh?” Was all Phil could manage to say. “You’re … welcome, I guess.” He didn’t know what the proper response was.

The officer smiled. “Yes, I have been wanting to have Dan home schooled for the past so many years because of his … lack of communication. But I know he’d hate me for it. So I let him attend public school and whatnot. I just always feel so guilty when kids bully him and rough him up. I’m not there to catch it every time, so I can’t always do something about it. And Dan refuses to open up and tell me what’s going on in his life, so when he told me about you today in English, I had to say something to you. I didn’t want that to go unnoticed.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously. Phil just now noticed it, but he looked so much like Dan.

“It’s no problem, really,” Phil said nervously. Now he was going to have to explain to his parents what went down today. Damn Officer Howell for coming at such a bad time.

“Well, thank you, Philip. It means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Well, I’ll be heading out now. Sorry for intruding on your meal. Just, it’s a busy day when you’re a police officer. Now was my only time to come.”

Finally, his mum spoke up. “It’s not problem! Here, let me show you out.”

Officer Howell tipped his head at Phil and his dad before following Phil’s mum back to the front door.

“Ready to tell us what really happened with your day?” Phil’s dad prompted. Phil had lied and said nothing happened at school today worth talking about, when they asked him how his day was earlier during dinner.

Phil sighed. “Not really.” He pushed the spaghetti around on his plate. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

“Well, get ready. Your mum will want to know everything.”

“Unfortunately,” Phil mumbled.

As if on cue, his mum entered the kitchen with an expectant look on her face. So with a huff, Phil leaned back in his chair and retold the story for the second time today.


“I don’t know,” Phil heard his mum say late that night. She was talking to Phil’s dad in the living room downstairs. “I don’t want Phil making enemies out of the school bully. You know he’s had drama with some in the past.” Worry laced her words.

“I know,” his dad replied. “But it sounds like he’s got a few people who have his back if anything happened. That Luke boy he talked about, and Dan.”

His mum sighed. “I don’t want this to sound rude,” (which means it will be) “but what is Dan going to do? He doesn’t talk. Can’t backlash or tell a teacher if something is going wrong.”

Heat boiled under Phil’s skin. Why is it that everyone thinks Dan is some helpless creature because he doesn’t speak? He can still move and communicate, just not with words.

“Haven’t you ever heard ‘actions speak louder than words?’ Phil will be fine. Dan will be there for him in case something happens. I know it.”

“I hope you’re right,” she said.

Phil tiptoed back to his room, and had to refrain from slamming his door. Everyone thinks Dan is helpless, and apparently, Phil is too. Yes, Phil had problems with kids at other schools, but it’s nothing he couldn’t handle. Scott is no different. He’s one person among many.

As for Dan, Phil still knew little to nothing about him and his past. He wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want to open old wounds, or be that nosy guy no one likes because he’s up in everyone’s business. But there was that one part of him that couldn’t help but wonder if knowing Dan’s past would help Phil be able to protect him in the future.

Phil shoved all thoughts aside. Dan didn’t need his protection. He’s not helpless, he kept reminding himself. But everyone else seems to think he his. So there must be something about him people are trying to protect him from. What is it?

Phil closed his eyes to fall asleep. He was going to have to get over the fact that he would never know the truth about Dan.

{Next Chapter}

anonymous asked:

Talk to me about headcanons with Paul, Sally and Percy coming out as nonbinary (or just daily family Jackson life with nonbinary Percy)

I love these because Sally and Paul would be so supportive, no angst or transphobia or awkward coming outs required.

  • Okay does Paul make dad jokes because if he does then he’s definitely said, “so, is today a son-day?” at some point
  • Lots of conversations like “I just feel….. like I don’t fit, Mom”
  • Them doing research together… do you ever just cry
  • There’s never a grand “coming out” moment. As Percy is sorting it out, Sally and Paul are instrumental in the process, so by the time he finally settles on a label they don’t need an explanation
  • Asking their opinion on the label “genderfluid” and Sally getting filled up and saying “it’s perfect”…… i’m weeping
  • Percy’s lowkey, he doesn’t want to change his name or pronouns or get a new wardrobe or anything like that and is very hesitant about explaining, so they’re very respectful of that
  • Making every effort to eliminate the gender binary is very Important
  • Paul starts saying “students” instead of “boys and girls” or “ladies and gentlemen”
  • They both use “they” pronouns as the default for everyone, always say “that person” instead of “that man/woman” until they’re introduced
  • Life continues as normal though, Percy’s so easily embarrassed and hates when people make a fuss over him, and since it’s such a serious topic, they wouldn’t tease him about it
  • It’s more just fighting battles that he doesn’t feel like fighting? Correcting people on “blue is a boy’s color” and fighting the Goode English department on why everyone should use the singular “they” (I cringe so hard at “his or her” like…. why)
  • He’s genderfluid, so there are some days when he/him pronouns bug him. They can’t always tell when those days are, but if they have any doubts, they’ll just stick to using his name no matter how redundant it sounds
  • Using they/them pronouns on agender days, even when Percy isn’t around to hear them, is Very Important
  • They definitely develop code words, okay, code words for when he doesn’t want to come out to someone and code words for when it’s an agender day or a masc day or a day when nothing feels right
  • “So I mean, I guess you can hardly call yourself straight anymore” “Mom.” “I’m just saying, it’s a great opportunity to explore all different types of experiences–” “MOM.” “Annabeth would understand, you know–” “STOP IT MOM.”

Thank you for letting me know about the banter!!
It really helps me a lot since I still can’t catch words correctly…
He would say “MT’s inside” if he were to. There’s no “’s” in his dialogue, so I should’ve noticed that it’s not MT and it should be another word.
Mm. Hints are all around but I can’t see ‘em.
This is why I desperately need closed captions all the time. Please. Show English subtitles all the time…

Well, I’ll never give up studying English until I make no mistakes! Or end my life. Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong way to go. Yup.

Even though the top banter is the same in both versions…
I just love both versions veeery much.
I’ll stick with English to learn it, but trust me, Japanese version is also nice!!

…Oh no. I can’t tell the difference between “stick with” and “stick to…”
Have no confidence that I can follow the story in English…
Well, my love toward FFXV will do. I hope.

INDEX of my arts

okay wth

So, I have not seen that ‘Kingsman’ movie with Colin Firth in it yet (although I should, because, you know, Colin Firth). But I have just been informed (hi aria-lerendeair!) that it is the source of that abominably ungrammatical but-pretending-to-be-all-fancy phrase that has been doing the rounds lately, by people thinking they are speaking Good Because Archaic And Spoken In The Most Oxbridge Accent Possible phrase, ‘Manners maketh man’.










what can I do to make it more fancy and ye olde I KNOW I CAN STICK IN SOME ‘THEE’S and some ‘-ETH’S and just generally do the grammatical equivalent of Captain Carrot’s approach to punctuation which is something like a dartboard.



here is how it works

English doesn’t conjugate verbs much. Most other languages do: eg, Italian, the present tense of ‘to make’ (infinitive ‘fare’):

io faccio, tu fai, lui/lei fa, noi facciamo, voi fate, loro fanno

English (infinitive ‘to make’):

I make, you make, he/she makes, we make, you (plural) make, they make.

See, we dropped a whole bunch of changes to the verb itself centuries back, which is why we need the pronouns nowadays to know who’s doing the action of the verb. And it gets even more complicated in other tenses or moods. But compare Old English, infinitive ‘macian’:

ic mace, þu macest, he/hit/heo macaþ, we macaþ, ye macaþ, hie macaþ.

(And in fact, it’s an irregular verb: most verbs distinguish between the third person singular - he/she - and the plural forms, by having ‘eth’ rather than ‘ath’ for the third person singular. And yes, the ‘þ’ = ‘th’, and therefore ‘þu’ = later Shakespearean ‘thou’, which is always singular and usually informal, although in far later English - eg, after the 17th century, when it starts to drop out of common usage as a familiar form of address - it becomes associated with addressing God, and therefore, paradoxically, elevated.)


‘Manners maketh man.’

By the fourteenth century, the -ath ending for third person plural verbs (’they’) had been replaced by -an, -an, or just the infinitive form (’maken’ or ‘make’), depending on your dialect. By the Early Modern English which this expression is trying to mimic, they have been replaced altogether by the infinitive (’make’). ‘Maketh’ was exclusively for the third person singular:

I make, thou makest, he/she/it maketh, we make, you (plural) make, they make.

In this sentence, ‘manners’ is the subject, okay? That means it’s the ‘thing’ governing the action of the verb, and it’s plural. That means the verb needs to be plural (ie, ‘make’ - they make). Saying ‘manners maketh man’ is exactly as grammatically correct as saying ‘we makest dinner’. It maketh (hah!) you (thee, as it’s in the accusative case, which we have also mostly forgotten except in pronouns) sound right pretentious and also inaccurate. Only now there’s this movie out there with Colin Firth saying it in the most ‘don’t you dare question my grammar’ accent you can possibly imagine, and punctuating it by the sound of badass, and aarrrgrh PEOPLE JUST STOP IT YOU CANNOT MAKE UP YOUR OWN GRAMMAR AND DISSEMINATE IT UNDER THE PRETENCE OF FANCINESS.

And don’t you dare give me that ‘language evolves and changes’ line. Yes, it does, and that’s brilliant and fun. But you don’t get to play that card at the same time as playing the ‘look how much better I am than you because I can speak ye olde English as it used to be spoken’ card.

tldr it literally says ‘Manners makes man’. That is what that sentence is doing grammatically. and then it is dressing itself up in frills to make you think it is better than you. and EVERYONE IS BUYING IT.

And yes, this applies to all of you who try to use ye olde English in your fics or wherever. Please, please, come to me (or someone who knows) and ask. I will be delighted to help you, and also to help provide period-correct vocab and sentence structure. Just don’t throw random grammar at the wrong parts of the sentence and sit back and look pleased at your fancy antiquities. 

Oh, ThinkGeek–I am disappointed in you!

The Tengwar transcription around the outside of the shirt reads “Kees meh yam elvee?”–not SUPER off the mark, but could definitely be better! This is a result of using a letter-substitution method of transcription instead of phonetic representation, as it should be written.

  • Kiss - the esse at the end of “kiss” is unnecessary. There isn’t really a long “s” sound in English “kiss” that would require that character. The “i” tehta is correct, as the language lacks a character for a short “i” sound, and a long “i” (/ee/) is more acceptable than /eh/.
  • Me - this one should definitely be an “i” tehta, not the “e”. Elvish “i” is equivalent to English long “e”.
  • I’m - written out in this way, the vowel sounds combine to be “ee-ah”, which, when spoken quickly, sound like the cluser “ya-”. Thus, “yam”. What is commonly referred to as a long “i’ when used in English, such as the English first person subject, is actually a diphthong constructed of two vowel sounds, "a” and “ee”. In Elvish, this is represented by the sounds /a/ and /i/. There is also a special mode for writing diphthongs; the “a” tehta would appear above a special character to represent “i”.
  • Elvish - this is ALMOST right. Again, this word requires a short “i” sound that doesn’t exist in Elvish, so going with the “i” tehta (/ee/) is about as accurate as you’ll get. However, the /sh/ sound at the end of the word should have been represented by two separate characters, silme for “s” and hyarmen for “h”. The character they’ve used here isn’t used in Sindarin Tengwar, only in Quenya, but their tehta placement is in Sindarin mode, not Quenya mode, so it doesn’t fit. (This might just be my opinion, as I don’t recall reading anywhere whether one needs to adhere to one mode or the other when transcribing English, but to me it seems kind of like sticking, say, a hiragana character in the middle of a katakana word–technically correct, but “not done”.)

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This would be my suggestion for a more accurate transcription–unless, of course, ThinkGeek was going with the whole St. Patrick’s Day theme and wanted to transcribe drunken slurring, which would then make their transcription surprisingly accurate! 

*Note: This is mostly meant in fun. I have emailed TG just to let them know, because I’m a huge nerd like that, but mostly I just like being nitpicky about conlangs and it’s fun! Please don’t let this colour your opinion of ThinkGeek as a company, because they’re great, or let it stop you from taking advantage of this offer! Transcription errors notwithstanding, it’s still a really really great shirt, and 99.9% of people you meet are not going to, well…be me. XD They’ll think it’s great and that you’re super cool and you’ll probably get tons of geeky kisses, and who doesn’t want that?

Jurgen Klopp in quotes

We’ve gone from David Brent to Malcolm Tucker - and I couldn't be happier!

On Borussia Dortmund’s rivalry with Bayern Munich: “We have a bow and arrow and if we aim well, we can hit the target. The problem is that Bayern has a bazooka. The probability that they will hit the target is clearly higher. But then Robin Hood was apparently quite successful.”

On defender Mats Hummels suffering a long lay-off: “We will wait for him like a good wife waiting for her husband who is in jail.”

On Hummels being linked with Manchester United: “If that’s not a bullshit story, I’ll eat a broomstick!”

On Arsene Wenger: "He likes having the ball, playing football, passes. It’s like an orchestra. But it’s a silent song. I like heavy metal.”

On his playing career: “I never succeeded in bringing to the field what was going on in my brain. I had the talent for the fifth division, and the mind for the Bundesliga. The result was a career in the second division.”

On defeat in the 2013 Champions League Final: “The only thing I can say is that it was great. London is the town of the Olympic Games. The weather was good, everything is OK. Only the result is shit.”

After beating Bayern Munich in 2011: “When Dortmund last won here nineteen years ago, most of my players were still being breast-fed.”

On signing Henrikh Mkhitaryan: "Mkhitaryan fits us like an arse on a bucket. What he offers is exactly what we need.”

Following a poor first-half performance: “I told my players during the break: ‘Since we’re here anyway, we might actually play a bit of football.’”

A Schalke fan asked Klopp the secret of winning the Bundesliga: “How do you explain to a blind person what colour is?”

On Bayern Munich’s way of doing things: “They are like the Chinese in the business world. They look at what others are doing and copy it, just with more money.”

On his wife’s literary abilities: “She wrote a book for children. It’s like Harry Potter - but it about football. There’s no Harry Potter flying on his fucking stick - just football.”

A warning to the British press: “There are some really good German explanations for some problems. But I don’t know how to say it in English.”

On being spotted in public: “In extreme situations, you have to think fast. At one of my mates’ stag parties, we all dressed up as Father Christmas - fully masked.”

Creating a unique playing style at Dortmund: “The fans should not only recognise us by our black and yellow jerseys. Even if we play in red, everyone in the stadium should think, ‘Whoa, that can only be BVB.’”

On fixture congestion: “It’s as if someone has to play the world chess championship after seventy-two hours of sleep deprivation.”

On team bus entertainment: “I couldn’t have been a rock star, although I do sing Country Road very loudly on the PlayStation karaoke game.”

Admitting to having a hair transplant: “Yes, it’s true. I underwent a hair transplant. And I think the results are really cool, don’t you?”

On whether sex is banned the night before games: “My players sleep in double rooms the night before the match. I hope that nothing happens.”

On being sent to the stands: “I’m a bit proud of my first red card as a coach. I approached the fourth official and said: 'How many mistakes are allowed here? If it’s fifteen, you have one more.’”

when i was younger, my parents dissuaded me from pursuing any career involving creativity, since the jobs never pay well.

when i took standardized tests, my reading and writing marks were always terrible, and my english teachers said maybe i should just stick to math.

fuck that. i’m writing a book.