i think it was yesterday. it was probably yesterday

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ Iwa Sketchpage! Pick/Tag your fav. Mine’s bottom left corner for some reason.

Inktober 17 - Anxiety. 

Me and Mary are doing Inktober half and half! (Check out Day 16)

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Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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I’ve been working! I mean, screaming! I mean- WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE.

Anxiety from doing A Dumb Thing today kept me from sleeping despite not getting any sleep the previous night, so I’m doing this. May as well make the nerves be productive if they’re going to ruin things as usual. Doesn’t help that I’m about to begin day 5 out of a 7 day stretch at mind-numbing day job. People are burning up my brain with nonstop chatter: I just want to be left alone to work on this so I can finally get on with things.

Only on the second eagle illustration. And as usual, I have not yet started on the ever important bird portion of it. So. Slow.

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I must be brave, like Robb.

Stark siblings thinking (and talking) about each other - Robb and Sansa

Analysis of Eat Jin+Mandaggo Vlive last year in Osaka

…anon asked me to do this some time ago, sorry it took so long! This Vlive happened day after that weird “Tae disturbing naked Jungkook”, and for me, it’s even more interesting ^^ This is going to be quite long (it’s like an episode from some drama, I swear); still, I hope you’ll enjoy it!


The Vlive starts with Jimin, texting someone on his phone. We hear „buzz“ for few times, then Jimin puts the phone aside and greets us.

He explains he’s going to do Mandaggo show. (Mandaggo is the show he did with Taehyung few times before, it was about dialects/accents.)
Jimin dramatically reveals that the show was almost cancelled altogether. „Why?“ He laughs, amused+bitter. „You know why?“
…And, here it comes, it’s 1 minute, 49 seconds into the Vlive and Jimin starts to be petty about Taehyung. „Kim Taehyung said he won’t do it anymore. SO I SAID „DON’T DO IT THEN.““ And he’s alone today.

He starts to wonder who should he invite. Jimin claims he just started to think about it. 

„Not Kim Taehyung for sure, even if he’d come, I’ll lock the door.“ He mentions Hobi and Suga… for different reasons, not good choice either. (Or course not, because it’s not them who he wants to do the Vlive with.)

He praises Jungkook, good maknae, he’ll come for sure if Jimin will text him. So he says: „I’ll text him now.“ And he does just that.

Suddenly Jimin’s phone starts buzzing like crazy. Jimin is shook. His face then spreads into pleased evil shock and he laughs and yells in disbelief.
„Let’s see what V wrote me,“ says Mean Jimin, very amused. Tae spams his phone with messages about the Vlive and asks him if he can/should come. „Why so suddenly? Why he texts me? That doesn’t make sense. Would you believe that?“ 

Tae obviously texts Jimin because he saw – as he said later – that Jimin started the Vlive and probably also that Jimin accused him of not wanting to attend.
Jimin obviously finds it hilarious, his voice trembling with how much fun he has now. And it’s only 4 minutes into the Vlive. For second – or is it even third time now? – time, he repeats he won’t let Taehyung in even if he comes.
„Taehyung wants to join Mandaggo, that’s what he wrote me. Wtf? I don’t like that!“ Mean girl Jimin is laughing madly and throws his phone on the chair in front of him.

What kind of reaction is that? Jimin, you told us Taehyung doesn’t want to be on your Vlive, yet we hear 261 buzzes of your phone and Tae wants to come. It’s YOU who is pissed about this situation and don’t want him to come. Well, I’m not a psychic, but from what I see it wasn’t like Taehyung didn’t want to come so you said not to. I feel like it was more like you had a fight with him and refused to let him on Mandaggo. But… let’s continue.

Jimin is enjoying himself now and he shows us book he bought. We still hear his phone buzzing in the background. For a while he randomly talks about dialects and laughs about it on his own, when someone’s at the door. (It lasts for like a minute. Yes. There’s a whole minute of Jimin, doing Mandaggo on his own after he bished about Tae, before Jungkook joins him.)

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Hey guys! I finally sat down and I feel like I could actually put some coherent thought into a sentence. 

Yesterday was awesome~ Just gotta say that right off the bat. It was so cool. I never actually thought I’d be picked for a call, especially not first! I was pretty shocked when skype started to ring. I’m so glad that this was something they decided to do. I think it was a great idea to interact with the community more. 

They were all so nice and it was fun talking to them. I hope I have a chance to talk to them all again in the future. I was also really glad I got to tell Mark that I’m also from Cincinnati! And so the Skyline, Goldstar discourse continues lol

I feel very lucky to have gotten a few minutes to talk, it’s more than a lot of people get so I really appreciate that. Thanks Ethan for saying I was nice cause I was really unsure of how I came off lol And thanks to Tyler for laughing at the silly things I said.

Also Amy mentioning my blog later in the stream to Mark! That was so awesome of her! Like wow! I know I’ve said that on my other social media but that was really cool, thank you~

I’ve been here for a long time, over 2 years now and I’ve been watching Mark for just a little bit longer. I’m so happy to be a part of this community and I’m so happy that I get to make things and get creative. Just thank you all so much for being here and following my blog for all this time. And thanks for tolerating me talking about the game all the time. It is coming, don’t worry~ 

I’m getting rambly so I’ll leave this here. Thank you Mark for inspiring me to make things and thanks to all of you (team markiplier) for talking to me yesterday~

Also if any of you want to see the part where I get called on skype, you can see it here~

-Laura

Giving a hand pt.4 [BTS Smut]

Originally posted by jjks

MASTERLIST // PREVIOUS // NEXT

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COUNT → 5155

GENRE → Smut

PAIRING → You and BTS

SUMMARY: Your work is not the typical job, you give hand jobs for money, but instead of feeling ashamed by it you’re comfortable with it. Until a man offers you to work in his company, where you would use your abilities to please seven guys.



The day arrived.

You could pretend you weren’t nervous, but who were you kidding at the end of the day? Truth was you were terrified, but in a good way. You weren’t scared of Taehyung, but of how would you react alone with him. So far you failed miserably at your work because you’ve never lose on yourself with your past clients, but Jin and Hoseok made you forget you were working. And you were more than sure that Taehyung could do the same as well.

You needed to keep it professional. Use your lube, speak just if necessary, have him came and be done with that. Nothing of getting aroused, or worse, act on it, during or after the session. You were hired to do a job, and that was what you were going to do. You repeated the same thing over and over during the morning.

It was easier said than done. You were a completely mess during the whole day, because you couldn’t tear the image of Taehyung alone with you from your thoughts. You had Stigma on repeat, and his deep voice only reminded you of how he sounded yesterday when he had you pinned against the wall. You fantasied about the idea of taking him to the bathroom.

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Some screen caps from Chop Suey. Truth be told, though I knew about Ian Svenonius’ involvement back when I got the game, I’d forgotten about it over the years. (I mean, I hadn’t played the game or seen anything about it since, probably, ‘99?) But as I was playing it yesterday, two things stood out to me. Dooner–pictured in the third screen cap from the top–and the beatnik fireflies, pictured fifth from the top. Yesterday, I looked at Dooner and thought: “Oh wow, look at that retro sorta-mod hipster boy, he looks like he should be listening to The Make*Up or something.” (Side note: I totally had a vague sort-of crush on Dooner when I played the game at age 13-15, I remember thinking, god, I wanna meet a boy like that. Reader, I met many boys like that, and most of them were disappointing.) And then, as I clicked on the beatnik fireflies, I recognized the voice of the one who said crazy. I thought: “I am 99% certain that is none other than Ian F. Svenonius.” I remembered that Brendan Canty had done the music, and that Theresa Duncan had been part of the DC punk scene, so I thought it was certainly probable. And then, while watching the credits at the end of the game, I saw that Ian was the fucking illustrator! Like I said, I’d forgotten, and I laughed when I saw his name there. It’s kind of funny and awesome when I think about the fact that Ian S. and stuff he’s made or been part of making has been an important part of my life for well over two decades, now.

anonymous asked:

Yesterday he had to do the pap walk to confirm the relationship with Eleanor and something went wrong, he's been on the edge for years, especially after these last two years, so doing a pap walk yesterday probably put MORE stress on him and when he saw the pap getting close to them or when he noticed the pap provoking him, he just snapped. And I don't blame him. I don't think he snapped for eleanor, like some articles want us to believe, he snapped because he's had enough.

Yeah I agree it seems like this was the straw the broke the camels back.

I don’t give a shit about the arrest my only concern right now is him and his mental health and I want to kick the ass of every single syco and Sony employee responsible for driving him to this point

anonymous asked:

Do you think Yesterday is for John? It seems to come for a very personal place. Someone regretting that something that started like a game suddenly has become very difficult.

Yesterday is a complex song to analyse, because we have a lot of informations about the time it was composed and how it was composed, but pretty much nothing about its meaning.

Paul said that he dreamt the melody and he thought that it was a tune that already existed. In the documentary “The Complete Beatles” (you can find part of the documentary on Youtube) George Martin said that Paul came into the studio with the melody and the title “Scrambled Eggs” because he hadn’t come up with the lyrics yet.  So Paul first created the melody, and later added the words “oh how much I love your legs”, while the whole ‘Yesterday’ part apparently was John’s idea, even if he has given contradictory opinions through the years:

“‘Yesterday’ is Paul completely on his own, really. We just helped finishing off the ribbons ‘round it, you know – tying it up.” - Lennon Interview by Fred Robbins, Carboneras, Spain, October 29, 1966.

While both in 1970 and in one of his last interviews in 1980 he said that he had nothing to do with the song and that “fortunately” it was all Paul’s work.

Paul has always been proud of Yesterday and many times has confessed that it’s one of his favourite songs, and in 1967 he said that it was John who came up with the title ‘Yesterday’:

This is Paul, taking up the story in a slight holiday-villa in Corsica. Stumming away on a medieval guitar, I thought (sings) 'Scrambled Egg’. But I never could finish it, and eventually I took it back in with the ancient wisdom of the east, John came out with (sings) 'Yesterday.’”-  Lennon & McCartney Interview, March 20, 1967.

And this to me changes lot of things, because it means that Paul developed the lyrics after John suggested the title. So I assume that there was at least a minor collaboration, probably it went pretty much like this: Paul dreamt the tune, then came up with silly words (”scrambled eggs”) but couldn’t find the right lyrics, and when John suggested ‘Yesterday’ he finally found the inspiration to write and finish the song and had some minor final changes by both John and Paul.

In an interview in 2013 with Mojo Magazine, Paul said that he subconsciously wrote it about his mother, even if he didn’t realise it at the time:

“With Yesterday, singing it now, I think without realising it I was singing about my mum. Because I think now, ‘Why she had to go, I don’t know, she wouldn’t say, I said something wrong…’ I think the psychiatrist would have a field day with that one…”

The line “I said something wrong” was probably inspired by the time his mother died and still shocked Paul asked to his father Jim: “what are you gonna do without her money?”.

Still, I believe that his mother inspired only a part of the song, because another part can’t really relate to his mother, specially when he sings:

Yesterday love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why would he hide away in 1964, when he was in a well-known relationship with Jane Asher?

This verse has lot of interpretations, but since I’ve always seen his relationship with Jane Asher as something settled and planned for the papers and the public image, probably he was regretting the old times, when he could love who he wanted, without caring about his image as Beatle, while now he’s constantly in the spotlight, and therefore, he can’t make mistakes, he can’t love who he really wants to love.

So I think it’s a song with mixed feelings, subconsciously, as Paul confessed, written for his mother, and also about his teenage years when it was easier to love somebody when nobody knew him, while now he needs a place to hide away.

Also: reading that verse reminds me of another song, written by John, “You’ve got to hide your love away”, a song apparently written for Brian, but also a very personal song in which John tried to identify himself with Brian and his very difficult life at the time as homosexual. (I wrote about this song here).  The same concept, to hide your love away, will be sung by John one year later. Subconsciously or not, I believe he was inspired by Paul’s words.

Episode 87, part 1: did you know one of my favourite things about DSOD is that Jounouchi doesn’t duel in it? No reason.

Jounouchi is facing Rishid in a duel of deceit (and cards); Rishid is pretending to be Malik and Jounouchi is pretending to be someone who can play this fucking card game 

You sure did, hon.

Things aren’t looking good for Jounouchi; he’s facing Rishid’s creepy snake-monsters summoned from Trap cards, and he doesn’t have anything to protect himself with except his Scapegoats, or squishy-sleep-sheep as I like to call them.

Uh-oh! The squishy-sleep-sheep have dissolved! 

… Okay is NO ONE even glancing behind them, like this is SO BLATANT I feel embarrassment on behalf of Malik for being so cocky and brazen and foolish that he thought that this would work AND IT IS WORKING

Speaking of embarrassing overconfident megalomaniacs

… I feel like this is the result of living in an environment where usually when he says something he thinks is a really sick burn, the reactions are “Excellent burn, Mr Kaiba Sir, pls don’t fire me” and “haha good one Big Brother and I should know, I’m a 10-year-old!”

Anyway, Jounouchi’s about to give up, which I was very excited about, until someone had to be a RUINER and convince him to keep fighting and that person was Mai and dammit she’s too gorgeous to stay mad at. She invokes the duelists Jounouchi defeated to get to the finals:

“That depends, are we talking about Haga, who cheats a lot and runs away from consequences? Or Esper Roba, who also cheated a lot and had a meltdown when he started losing? Or maybe Mako, who panicked when he started losing and tried to give up? Cause my answer is either ‘start cheating’ or ‘cry and give up’ and I’m getting the impression from your tone that that’s not what you want??”

Seriously talk about worst examples ever.

Shizuka also decides to get in on the Platitudes That Don’t Align With Reality party

at WHAT?

Even if we take the assumption - and it’s a wrenching one - that “playing card games really intensely instead of going to school or getting a real job” counts are “working hard”. Even then. I’m extremely dubious that Jounouchi has actually worked hard at any point except, like, once it gets past halfway point in a duel.

… The Shizuka+Jounouchi stuff is usually super cute but that’s a liiiiiitle codependent there honey

Everyone in this show needs therapy.

For example!

This is some Grade A childhood trauma tbh and we are only BOARDING the Trauma Train for the Ishtar siblings….!

“We lived in oppressive crushing darkness, of course, but the metaphorical light to live. As a second-class sibling. With only some beatings.”

#AU-where-Momma-Ishtar-lives #and-the-Ishtars-are-well-adjusted  #and-emotionally-healthy  #so-Battle-City-is-just-Kaiba-duelling-Atem  #and-then-some-hot-Egyptians-show-up  #and-give-Atem-some-cards  #and-everyone-goes-sightseeing 

But I get ahead of myself. Rishid asks Jounouchi why he’s dueling in this tournament and Jounouchi thinks of how Yugi and Yami are minding Red Eyes for him and says:

Which is ALARMING because that happened AFTER you signed up for the damn tournament and that was only, like, YESTERDAY, so, like, did you HAVE a reason for entering? Do you remember what it was?

And then he’s like, anyway, if I give up…

Um, I don’t think Ryota would care? You met Esper Roba fucking yesterday so he probably also doesn’t care? And who fucking cares whether Haga cares or not??

This is such a weird angle for me. Tellingly, it doesn’t come up with Yami, who dueled against a series of literal murderers! Some of whom are dead now anyway!

They in fact did not, young man. Certainly not nobly.

But whatever.

Okay at this point Yami has gotten interested and decides he wants to be part of the 5-way shouting match that’s happening across and around the duel arena, so he ASKS YUGI’S PERMISSION TO TAKE OVER FOR A BIT

AHHHHH THEY’RE SO CUTE AND YAMI’S SO RESPECTFUL OF YUGI’S BODILY AUTONOMY YESSS #consentissexy

But then weirdly, this is his contribution:

Which is a super sweet callback to a moment Jounouchi had with YUGI, not Yami. Jeez, no wonder Jounouchi’s fucking confused about who he’s promised to duel. Maybe they’re deliberately trolling him?

At this point, they deign to proceed with the actual fucking card game, and Jounouchi pulls off a great combo: deliberately discarding a card…

and retrieving it with Graverobber to bypass sacrificing to summon!

Who does he choose?

the Trap Deck’s worst nightmare: Janky Jinzo

Who promptly destroys all the snake-abominations, thank christ

And then Jounouchi just has to make it weird again.

OMFG GIVE IT BACK THEN

“haha good one Big Brother and I should know, I’m a 10-year-old!”

Bathroom Boy - Fred Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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Hello could you do a Fred Weasley x reader or use my name (Jess) where Fred refuses to play pranks on the reader and George catches on to why and pulls pranks on the both of them to get them together lots of fluff please and can the reader (Jess) be in Gryffindor please? Thanks in advance
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Hey,could you do some Fred x reader,in which he runs into the girl bathroom(could be the prefects bathroom,‘cause you know maybe the marauders map told him the password or something)and then he listen to the reader singing in the shower,and he’s concentrating so much in the singing that he forgets to leave?i know it may be quite difficult LOVE your blog btw❤️❤️❤️
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A/n: Finally posting a story after a long period of time! I’m sorry to every single one of my followers for not posting in while. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post another imagine Tuesday just for you guys!

I decided to combine these imagines to spice things up like that salt guy from the Internet. Hope you like it.

(P.s. I know Adele wasn’t a thing back in this time but I love this song so, please excuse me. Also, the reader was singing this song just for Fred.)

-Fred Weasley’s POV-

“I’m bored”

“What do you want to do?” I ask my twin brother. It was Christmas break and we stayed here at Hogwarts as our parents went to Romania to visit our brother Charlie. Christmas at Hogwarts is definitely magical yet as the years pass Christmas is the same every year. We were in our dormitory, I looked out our window watching the snow fall onto the grounds of the school.

“Let’s prank someone!” George says out of nowhere, we really hadn’t had the time to prank someone due to exams but since it’s break. Why not?

“Let’s put a box of fever fudge in Filch’s office!”

“Can’t. Mcgonagall caught us last time for that one, she’ll know it’s us.” I remind him.

“Hmm… Snape? Puking pastilles?” He suggested.

“I don’t feel like hiding for my life”

“Oo! I know! That girl in our transfiguration class, Katie’s partner. I forgot her name.”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)” I said immediately regretting it.

“You know her?”

“Well, not really. We just have classes together, that’s all.”

“I reckon you’re not telling me the truth mate.”

“I am! I hardly know her.” That was a complete lie and George knows it. (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is the most beautifulest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her laugh and her smile makes me all warm and makes me act like a complete idiot around her. She’s kind, loving, smart and I know how cliche I sound but it’s true.

She always puts everyone else’s needs first. She never lets anyone give her crap and she stands up for what she believes in, I remember that one time when Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood. (Y/n) was so mad, she bewitched him by using the petrificus totalus spell and kicked dirt in his face. I fell for her even more that day but I don’t really know if she knows that I exist.

Yes, we have classes together but does she know me? We look at each other sometimes, pass smiles, send waves but there’s a question that nags me all the time, if I don’t find the answer soon, I feel like I’ll never find it. Does she like me too? I know that yes could possibly be an impossible answer but what if that slight chance of possibly comes true.

“Besides the fact that you’re lying to me, we should prank her. She stayed this break. We s-”

“No, I’m not going to prank her” I told him. George smirked and pushed himself up off the bed.

“What is it that your hiding brother?” His voice laced with the sound of amusement.

“Nothing” I say calmly trying to hide the fact that I’m obviously lying. I stand as his smirking figure makes me uncomfortable “Stop it, bloke”

“Whether your willing or not, I will find out!” He says as I leave the room, I roll my eyes.

“Sure you will!”

~The Next Day~

“Hey mate” The voice of George entering my ears. I was extremely cautious all day yesterday since his little remark. I’ve kept to myself but right now he seems normal. No smirk, no devilish glint in his eyes. Just a normal George Weasley. “I brought you this butterbeer from Hogsmead, I was just there with Lee” he grinned passing me the cup.

“Thanks” I say, I look in the cup as if expecting something to jump out of it.

“Well aren’t you going to drink it?” I look up at him.

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s your favorite and I got it just for you. Honestly mate, do you think I poisoned it or something?” He was right, I was just overreacting. I took a large gulp from it then I felt this strange feeling overcome me.

“How do you feel?” He asks

“Unsure.” I say without even thinking as if I didn’t have any control.

“Why?”

“Because I know you’re up to something” Then I realized what he’s done. He put Veritaserum in my butterbeer to make me tell the truth. He was grinning widely, I stood up and ran as far away as I could from him.

“Fred wait! I still have questions!” I heard George say but I kept running. I ran to the nearest door but it was locked. The next one locked but the one at the end of the hall was open. I sneak in and close the door quietly but I freeze in place as I hear the water running. I turn around and realize, from all of the surroundings, that I was in the prefects bathroom. I put my hand on the knob and was about to twist it but I heard footsteps.

“Fred! Come on! I stole that batch from Snape’s cabinets and I don’t want to do it again.” I walk away from the door silently but from every step I take the more closer and closer the sound of water running gets closer.

“Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You’re like a dream come true”

I knew instantly that it was her. Her angelic voice filling the bathroom, I remember her voice because I would often her hear hum or sing before class would start. I get closer to the showers to hear her voice more clearly.

“But if by chance you’re here alone
Can I have a moment
Before I go?
'Cause I’ve been by myself all night long
Hoping you’re someone I used to know”

I stood there listening as if I were in a trance, it was hard to move away.

“Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
Oh, I’m so mad I’m getting old
It makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like song
When we were young”

The water stopped running and the curtain opened.

“Fred!” She screamed holding her towel against her chest.

~(Y/n)’s POV~

“When we were young” I stopped singing as I turned the water knob to stop the water. I grabbed my towel off the railing and wrapped it around my body. I grabbed the curtain and moved it aside.

“Fred!” I screamed holding my towel tightly against my chest.

“I- I’m sorry.” He stuttered

“What are you doing in here?” I asked slipping on my slippers. I actually wasn’t uncomfortable at all, I trust Fred although I’ve never really met him fully. He seems nice, I have him for mostly all my classes.

“I’m hiding from my brother.” He says quickly as if willing. I smile due to him sounding like a child.

“I’m sorry if you heard me.” I whisper picking up my clothes “I know I’m not very good at singing.”

“Are you mad? You’re amazing” he said, I look at him and I can’t help but smile widely.

“Really?” I ask. He nods his head rapidly, he seems to be staring at me quite intently. I just realized that we’ve been having a conversation while I was wearing nothing but a towel making me chuckle to myself that it’s actually happening.

“What are you looking at?” I joke.

“You”

“Why?” I can’t help but ask quickly without thinking.

“Because your beautiful” I smile at him.

“Um…” I try to hide the blush that’s rushing up to my cheeks. “Can you leave so I can change? It’s kinda getting cold in here” I laugh briefly.

“Oh, sorry. Sorry. I’ll just leave” he said while walking backwards, I wave slightly but laugh as he bumps into the wall. He says bye and then quickly disappears behind the door. I smile to myself as I change into my clothes. Fred is something else and I like that.

~The Next Day~

~Fred’s POV~

“I can’t believe you did that to me” I mumbled to George as I played with my porridge.

“What? Me?” He acted shocked “I was trying to get the truth but you choose to take the hard way”

“I could have told you without you putting Veritaserum in my butterbeer!”

“Well, I didn’t know that you were going to run into the prefects bathroom with that serum in your system. Well, you told her all that good things that you like about her right?” He said innocently.

“Yeah but what if she asked me if I liked her? Then she would probably think that I’m some weirdo listening to her shower.” George shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey, bathroom boy.” I turn my head to the side to see (Y/n) smiling down to me. She sits besides me and begins to eat. George stands up giving me a smirk before actually walking away.

“I’m really really sorry about yesterday”

“Don’t worry about it. At least I got a compliment out of it.”

“You’re a really good singer, you should join Choir”

“No, I don’t sing well.”

“Yeah, you do”

“How do I know if you aren’t lying to me?”

“Remember yesterday when I told you that you were a good singer.” She nodded “I wasn’t lying. My brother gave me Veritaserum”

“Is that why you were hiding from your brother?” She smiles.

“Yeah but your should join.”

“I might but I- Ah!” She screamed and I yelled as cold liquid fell on top of us. I open my eyes to see bright red paint all over me and (Y/n).

“Oh my god” she said and then out of nowhere she laughed. Glitter gold and black fell to top it off.

“George!” I yell.

“It wasn’t me mate” he said innocently but I knew that he was lying. I was about to kill him but I was distracted by her laugh. It was filled with such joy, it made me start laughing. Soon, after we both got cleaned off we sat in front of the fire in the common room.

“When we were in the bathroom and I asked you why you were staring at me… Did you really mean it when you called me beautiful?” She whispered looking at me

“Of course I did” but before I knew it she kissed me. I cupped her face and brought her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss. We pulled back after a few seconds when we were out of breath.

“I love you”

“I love you too, Weasley”

~~Kristian

(It’s been a while since I’ve ended an imagine with I love you)

Around the time Laura came out I was busy sifting through a bunch of repression and emotional issues, and I can confidently say that I probably wouldn’t have come out (or even fully realized) as trans as soon as I did if not for her. I remember coming across that rolling stone article and that feeling of “oh I’ve heard of against me, I’ve liked what music of theirs that I’ve heard, why am I crying? Why do I relate to do much of what she’s saying?” Then over the course of the next few months I started realizing and remembering things, like never liking my deadname and always wishing my name was unisex, thinking I was a lesbian for a while because “gay” felt more right than anything despite knowing I wasn’t a lesbian (and the vast amounts of confusion and emotional distress that caused), asking my mom who Chaz Bono was cause he was in some ad and the guilt I felt when she told me he was trans with that tone of voice, that one time in pre-k when my friend and I decided we were gonna be guys from then on cause fuck no we’re not girls. I can confidently say that I probably would still think I’m cis if it weren’t for Laura Jane Grace.

And yesterday happened. Yesterday I sat outside a theater for hours counting the pride flag patches and pins on the people joining us (52). Yesterday I was pressed up against a barricade with a group of other trans men as we laughed and cried and yelled along to songs about us finally getting to be who we are. Yesterday I actually had hope again for the first time in a long time, once again thanks to a helpful boost from LJG