i wish i could really do this in real life

The Incredibly Moronic Prat Who Lived

Harry frowned when he looked down at the counter and was faced with his own biography, Harry Potter, The Incredibly Heroic Boy Who Lived (Twice!). When he accepted the job at Flourish and Blotts he never considered that he might have to sell books that were written about himself. Harry’s frown turned into a grimace when he realized that the customer buying this book would probably be starstruck when they realized that the one and only Harry Potter was standing on the other side of the counter.

But when Harry looked up to see the customer, he was the one who was starstruck. Because standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. Unbearably attractive, adorably flustered Draco Malfoy.

“Potter,” Draco said, shocked.

Harry was too busy staring at the blond, memorizing every perfect detail of his face, to respond. He hadn’t seen Draco since his trial two years ago, and the last he heard Draco was in France studying to be a Healer. France has been good for Draco, Harry thought as he admired Draco’s no longer skinny, but fit body. Draco was also silently appreciating Harry’s appearance, but the blond had been taught that it was impolite to stare, so he broke the silence by clearing his throat. Harry’s eyes immediately flew to Draco’s face.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice hoarse. “How have you been?”

“Spectacular as always,” Draco answered dryly. “And you?”

“I’ve been…” Harry searched for a casual way to say completely lost. “Fine.”

Draco nodded. Both boys seemed at a loss for words and Harry looked back down at the book on the counter. The book about him. That Draco was buying, for some reason.

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batshadystarfishstudentsssssss  asked:



But seriously yes. I’ll turn off the computer after I finish writting this answer.
These two weeks have been pretty busy and stressful to me. One reason is that I don’t have anything to do here, trapped inside my room. 
And it was becoming really frustrating because I feel that my health will start to get worse for stay all day sitting in front of my computer.

Go outside and make some excercise, Jakei!
I’d LOVE to do that. But the place where I’m living is…not nice to stay alone for hours, and the enviroment doesn’t help so much. 
Also, I really hate to go outside alone. I’m always working alone in my room, I can’t have any in real life social interaction because friends and family are busy with their own lives. And that’s really frustrating.

My mind can only think of the work and I can’t think or concentrate in other stuff. I don’t like that.
I wish I could go outside more often, but this place is hell. 

This is another problem I’m dealing and trying to solve. At least my best friend that lives very close to me will have a day off tomorrow so I can take a little break from everything… but it is just one day.

Anyway, it’s time to sleep, goodnight everyone!

*  all  souls  trilogy  prompts .


  • ❛ It begins with a discovery of witches. ❜
  • ❛ One is fear. The other is desire.❜
  • ❛ It begins with absence and desire. ❜
  • ❛ It begins with blood and fear. ❜
  • ❛ Just because something seems impossible doesn’t make it untrue ❜
  • ❛ The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. ❜
  • ❛ And happiness is always louder than sadness. ❜
  • ❛ I was connected to him, I was safe. ❜
  • ❛ Remember the past, and that there is a future. ❜
  • ❛ Are you smelling me? ❜
  • ❛ And you left at least one hole in my carpet to prove it.. ❜
  • ❛ My ideas about vampires may be romantic. ❜
  • ❛ These days vampires gravitated toward particle accelerators. ❜
  • ❛ You do angry. I just saw it. ❜
  • ❛ You persist in this romantic vision of what it is to be a vampire. ❜
  • ❛ I might not be able to control myself if you step away. ❜
  • ❛ English vampires may not be as well behaved around witches. ❜
  • ❛ With an alpha and an omega: my beginning and my end. ❜
  • ❛ Nobody really wants to keep secrets, not even the dead.. ❜
  • ❛ I want a simple, ordinary life … like humans enjoy. ❜
  • ❛ Do you wonder what it would be like for me to taste you? ❜
  • ❛ But it’s too soon for me to imagine losing you. ❜
  • ❛ You are a creature of the crossroads, neither here nor there. ❜
  • ❛ People leave clues everywhere, and if you pay attention, you can piece them together. ❜


  • ❛ Memories were short and history unkind. ❜
  • ❛ With knot of one, the spell’s begun. ❜
  • ❛ Change is the only reliable thing in the world.. ❜
  • ❛ Magic was nothing more than desire made real. ❜
  • ❛ Stop regretting your life. Start living it. ❜
  • ❛ In every ending there is a new beginning. ❜
  • ❛ You tell me that magic is just desire made real. ❜
  • ❛ It’s what modern humans think vampire relationships are all about. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t remember much poetry or dancing either. ❜
  • ❛ You really should read this stuff, if only to see what humans think. ❜
  • ❛ In every moment, for the rest of my life, I will be choosing you. ❜
  • ❛ If I’ve done something you don’t like, tell me. ❜
  • ❛ If you’re angry with me, say it.. ❜
  • ❛ If you want to end this marriage, have the courage to end it. ❜
  • ❛ But you needn’t trouble yourself on my account. ❜
  • ❛ I will drive for the rest of my days, so long as you are in the car.. ❜
  • ❛ Stop trying to be perfect. Try being real for a change. ❜
  • ❛ If you do not do it, then someone else will.. ❜
  • ❛ But perhaps it is necessary to embrace the darkness. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t consider painful what’s good for you. ❜
  • ❛ I did exactly what you asked me to. I’m really very well behaved. ❜
  • ❛ Witches see the truth plainly—even if ________ are full of nonsense. ❜
  • ❛ Naturally, I assumed you were involved. ❜
  • ❛ I wish I had a spell that could make you see yourself as others do. ❜


  • ❛ I see you, even when you hide from the rest of the world. ❜
  • ❛ I hear you, even when you’re silent. ❜
  • ❛ The evil wolf feeds on anger, guilt, sorrow, lies, and regret.  ❜
  • ❛ It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent. ❜
  • ❛ I have a master’s degree in medieval literature.. ❜
  • ❛ A willingness to change was the secret of survival.  ❜
  • ❛ The winds do not always blow as the ship desires. ❜
  • ❛ The winds do what I tell them to do.. ❜
  • ❛ I know all about vampires and their crazy ways. ❜
  • ❛ It was no casual farewell, but an order. ❜
  • ❛ It’s very fatiguing pretending you’re in charge. ❜
  • ❛ I’d let the fear take root inside me until it clouded my thoughts. ❜
  • ❛ Two wolves live inside every creature: one evil and the other good. ❜
  • ❛ That’s what you get for falling in love with the wrong man/woman. ❜
  • ❛ Now I want nothing more than to grow old with you. ❜
  • ❛ Fear had also choked out any desire to work magic. ❜
  • ❛ I send you messages. You don’t answer. It’s aggravating. ❜
  • ❛ Blue had always struck her as such a serene, soothing color. ❜
  • ❛ We would wake to find ourselves in paradise. ❜
  • ❛ It’s one thing to wander in the darkness because you know no different. ❜
  • ❛ It’s quite another to enjoy the light only to have it taken from you. ❜
  • ❛ So if you want the good wolf to win, you’re going to have to starve the other one.. ❜
  • ❛ Something in my expression must have revealed what was on my mind. ❜
  • ❛ If you truly love someone, you will cherish what they despise most about themselves. ❜

“I wish to be genuinely happy.”

A little personal, but that was a wish I made when my villager friends did a birthday party for me last year. I spend the majority of my time pretending to be happy when I’m really not, and this wish was something I could never really share with anyone at the time. I was afraid of being judged, being asked “what are you unhappy about when you have food and shelter etc etc?”, and basically having my worries and depression disregarded as just a passing thing.

So I shared this wish with these cute animal villagers. I know it sounds really sappy but it feels so nice that these little virtual animals ask me this a lot, making me feel like they care a lot for me in a way that none of my real life friends and family do. It warms my heart each time they say they’ll support me and that they’ll do what they can to help me fulfill this wish.

They don’t know, and they never will, but each time they bring this up, each time I tell them it’s not going well, and each time they tell me they will support me as much as they can–they don’t know, but they help slowly push me towards that small bit of genuine happiness, day by day. It’s amazing what a little 3DS game can do for a person.

This is why I love Animal Crossing. This is why I love my dumb little town and my dumb little villagers and their dumb little quirks. If you’re sad or feeling down, and if there’s no one around to help you get through things–try poking your villagers. You’ll be surprised at what they can do for you.

DnD Session #19: When the gods gave out patience, they skipped us

“He’s not like a full duke. He’s like a dukelet.”
“A dukeling.”

“Stool emits some spores.”
“………..are they good spores?”


“They’re gonna take me to the Underdark city of [just starts screaming]”

“I really wish Fear was a lasting spell. Like, STEP INTO THE FEAR CONE.”

“#1: I have Flame Blade, but #2: I could be a bear right now and I’m trying to make that happen.”

“If you die as a bear, you die in real life.”

“At long last, Sariel can perceive.”

“Sariel doesn’t do anything. She’s just gay and drunk; that’s her thing.”
“Well, I’m gay and drunk and I’m a bear so you need to step up your game.”

“Is it a drow or a qu- que-”

“He can stay in the knives or he can go into the fuckoff circle.”


And finally, the saddest roll of the game thus far:

Manhattan Marriage - Jack Maynard

Request: not sure whether I’ve already requested this or not from you, because I’ve done it for a few people but no one will answer me so haha sorry if I have!! would you mind doing an imagine of jack proposing in front of Manhattan skyline?? change it a but if you want, I just really like Manhattan :’) again real sorry if I’ve already asked this xxx

Smut: No

Requests are CLOSED!

A/N: I’m sitting here, drinking wine, writing this and for some reason, this is the life I wish I could live every single day.

I hope you like it :)


He couldn’t sleep. The thought of tomorrow made him more nervous than anything he had ever done. He loved her, yes but did she love him enough?

“Babe, you alright?” She asked, rolling over to see him staring out the window of their hotel room. She could never sleep when he wasn’t there. She needed to feel his arms around her and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

“Yeah, just can’t sleep.” He lied. It was a little white lie that wouldn’t matter in 12hours time. 

“What’s going on?” From the reflection in the window, he could see her getting out of bed and coming up behind him. She reached around, placing her hands around his body and resting her chin on his left shoulder. Sure, he was taller than her but that never stopped her from trying.

“Get dressed.” He said, suddenly. 

As they walked through the city, his palms began to sweat and his heartbeat picked up, something she would not fall asleep to if she was to hear it. The beginning of September wasn’t supposed to be this cold already and even if it was hot, he’d still feel the need to pull her a just little bit closer to him. He could never get her close enough.

“What are we doing?” She asked for what felt like the hundredth time since they left the hotel.

“Just look.” He said, directing her eyes towards the lights of the city. It was both of their first times in Manhattan so both of them were taking in the breathtaking sight.

“Whoa.” She said.

“I was waiting for tomorrow but if I don’t do it now, I’ll definitely regret it.” He reached into the right pocket of his green bomber jacket and pulled out the ring holder. “(y/n), I love you with every bone in my body and there’s no future for me without you. You are the one who pushes me to be a better man, to achieve my goals and to be someone you can be proud of. There’s no one I’d rather spend my life with or have as the mother of my children. My family loves you…probably more than I do, if that’s even possible, and I know they’d kill me if I ever let someone else be the man that gets to wake up to you every morning.”

“Jack, I swear-” She began but paused as she saw him beginning to open the holder and get down on one knee.

“You are my world, my universe and my reason for carrying on. So (y/n), will you marry me?”

Her eyes widened at the sight of the ring, one she had always wanted and dreamed about. He knew exactly what she wanted but didn’t deny the help of her mother when he went shopping. He watched as her face turned from shocked to beaming with happiness and he knew, that at that moment, he was going to spend the rest of his life with the woman standing in front of him, the one he always dreamed of.

She wiped a tear, that had been begging to fall, from her face before nodding her head and letting out a soft “Yes.”

Prepare for feels:

I’m gonna share a story about what happened the other day. It’s a bit of a long story but totally worth it, I promise:
So, I work at GameStop. It’s pretty awesome; I love it a lot. Anywhos, it was super dead that day and as I’m filing some games that were traded in, this kid comes in on his own, just a HUGE smile on his face and he just very proudly goes, “Hi, there! It’s my birthday today!!” And then he holds up this handful of money, “I got money from my dad, my grandma, and her landlord and I’m gonna buy me a game!” Like, this kid was so excited and so cute, so I smile and go, “Happy birthday! How old are you today?” And he puffs out his chest and goes, “I’m 12 today, ma’am.” So I laugh and tell him that if he needs help, just to let me know. He was a super sweet and polite kid and thanked me and went on his way. I go into the back to get some cases and when I come out, he’s waiting by the door and holding a copy of Dragon Age: Inquisition. He goes, “Have you heard about this game? Is it like the other Dragon Age games?” So, I tell him a little bit about it and tell him that it is rated M, though, so he needs his parent or guardian in with him. He says that’s no problem, he has someone in the car he can get but we get to talking about the game and the other stuff that Bioware has put out. I ask him about Mass Effect and the other games and he winds up saying to me, “Yeah, I like these kids of games because I can make my character gay. I think I might be gay but I don’t know yet. I like it because I can play around without anyone beating me up or picking on me!” And my brain just kind of broke. He said that so cheerily, like it was nothing but I could tell. I could see that he meant it and I just kind of gently asked, “People pick on you?” And he just goes, “Yeah, all the time but it’s just because I’m different. My dad’s gonna get me to a new school and things are gonna be better!” This kid was just so upbeat and polite and cheerful–just a sweetheart–and it just broke my heart that he was being picked on. I was really bullied extensively growing up so I know what that’s all about; I hated that this sweet thing was going through that, too… We talked for a while longer until some more customers came in and I had to see to them. As I was finishing up with them, he came up and asked if he could go to the car and get his grandmother so he could get his game. I told him sure and I’d have his games all ready for him. As soon as he and the other customers left, I sprinted to the back room. We had a lot of old pre-order bonuses in the back that people hadn’t picked up–things like stickers, Lego figures, little things like that. I grabbed any and everything that I thought would appeal to a 12-year old boy and grabbed a bag and brought them all out to the counter. I was going to stick everything in the bag and just give it to him but he came back in before I had the chance. He said, cheery as ever, “I’m back!” And I say, “Welcome back! I have some stuff for you, if you’d like it!” and he looked at the big pile of things I had pulled out. “Cool!” he went, “I get to pick something from this?” I said, “No, you can have it all!” He said, “How much?” “It’s free! Just for you, because it’s your birthday today!” The kid’s face just froze in a look of shock. I also told him that I had an almost brand-new copy of the game for him (he picked up a pre-owned one) and I also had an extra code for some DLC content that someone didn’t want. I gave it all to him and while I was telling him all this, he was just silent, just staring, open-mouthed. When I finished, he stared at me for a bit more and then one tear rolled down his cheek followed by another and he just laughed and jumped. He was so happy that he was crying. He goes, “WOW!!! This is the most I’ve ever gotten for my birthday!!! You’re the nicest store clerk I’ve ever, ever had! Wow!! Wow!!!!” He just went on and on and on. His grandmother in the background was just beaming. As he left, he thanked me more times than I could count. Over and over. I was just floored. And it took me a second to recover but, when I did, I just sat down and cried. I wish the best for that little boy, I really, really, really, really do. He absolutely deserves it.


There are a lot of studyblrs and study tips posts going around now thanks to the new school year. But a lot of them, without trying to do so, tend to have a slight ableist bend. It’s more that the tips are great and all for NT people, but ADHD folk (and other neurodivergent folk too) are going to have issues with things like remembering to take 50 million different pens with you, and most of them assume you’re taking notes by hand.


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anonymous asked:

Lauren out there trying to defend ty like her life depends on it and looking back on the way she treated camren is just beyond me. What happened to her? Like for real ty? Like really ty, she's so proud of that?

It honestly doesn’t phase me because we can’t do anything about it you know? Although I feel like she could be and could’ve been softer on CS. It just happens, it’s there, and we just have to go through it. I do get that it’s frustrating (for many valid reasons.) but I wish I knew the answer

This might not go down well, but I feel like it needs to be said. Your muse is not a real person living in your head. They /are/ their own person in the sense that they have their own personality that is different to yours, they react differently to how you would in certain situations, they have been through different things in their backstories. But they are not separate from you, like another entity or person living in your head making you do things for them. It really creeps me out that I’ve seen people claim their muse is a real life voice speaking to them at all hours of the day keeping them awake at night because they won’t shut up (I wish I could say that was an over-exaggeration). Are you really claiming that you have a voice in your head keeping you awake at night and making you do things? That’s either a really stupid joke or you actually need help.

Over Did It

length: 710 words

genre: fluff

40. You passed out for like an hour

Originally posted by anothersilentmemory

“Ouch! Jackson, you ass.”

You grabbed at your side as Jackson slowly woke up next to you on the couch. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the dorm confused. “Um, sorry. How did I, where is everyone?” You laughed as you got up to grab him some water along with ibuprofen, knowing he’d especially need that. “They left for the club.” “What!” He shot up off the couch, only to quickly sit back down grabbing at his head, wincing as you walked back in. “Yeah. Jackson, you passed out for like an hour. I mean, I didn’t think you’d actually manage to not make it out on your birthday, but here you are.”

He took the water and pills from you, quickly tossing them back. “Well, I’m sorry. For making you have to stay here with me. I guess I just over did it a bit.” “A bit? Jackson do you know how many shots you had?” “No. And I don’t think I wanna know.” You shook your head, trying not to seem so upset with him. Sure you did want to go out to the club with everyone, it had been awhile since you’d gotten to go out with the boys because they had been so busy lately. But you didn’t mind staying in with Jackson. He was your best friend, and if he needed you, you were there. Plus he’d held your hair back plenty of times for you, so you saw this as just repaying the favor in a way.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, mostly because Jackson’s head was pounding. But as you continued scrolling through your phone, you noticed the time. Jackson obviously not paying attention to it.

“What are you doing?” Jackson called out to you as you went back into the kitchen, searching through the drawers trying your best not to make a lot of noise. “Ah, there it is.” Pulling out a book of matches, you then grabbed the box on the counter you’d put there hours ago. Carefully pulling the small cake out of the box, you hurried to place the crown candle you found in the center. You initially bought it as a joke, but then you realized Jackson would genuinely love that you go it. You lit the candle, then slowly walked into the living room with the cake you gotten for Jackson. Singing happy birthday as he pulled out his phone to record a video for snapchat and Instagram, and any other social media he could post it on to brag about how amazing of a friend you were to him.

He made his wish, blowing out the candle as you clapped and congratulated him on somehow making it this far in life without dying yet. Because let’s be real his smart mouth could have easily gotten him killed at some point. But thankfully it hadn’t and he was here with you today. “Wow, y/n, you didn’t have to do this. Really.” “But I did, because if I didn’t you would be talking my ear off about how I’m not a good friend because I didn’t do anything special.” “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Well, what did you wish for?” You curiously asked as you swiped your finger across the top of the cake so you could taste the icing. “I’m not telling. And hey! That’s my frosting.” “Oh please, I bought the cake, and stayed home with your drunk ass. So I think I deserve a little something in return.” As you took another swipe of frosting, Jackson just stared at you with a devilish smirk. “What? No, Jackson, don’t you-” Before you could make a run for it, Jackson pressed your face into the cake, laughing hysterically, clearly the ibuprofen had kicked in fast. “What the hell? Why? Just explain to me why you would do such a thing?”

“Because I love you, and you’re such a good friend. Plus you seemed to really like the frosting, so I wanted to give you your something in return.” He kissed your cheek, taking some of the frosting with him before getting up and walking down the hall with the cake. “Thanks again for the cake. If you need me I’ll be in my room.”


What if you had done the sensible thing and gotten a degree in accounting? And had worked your whole life doing a nine to five job that paid well? And went on real vacations instead of using all your time off to write in a hotel room or to go to conferences to get better and then later promote your work?

What if you watched television and movies and thought, Wow, that was cool, but never felt an urge to do it better yourself? What if you read books occasionally, just for fun, not because they were breath and life to you? What if books didn’t matter and you never thought about the people who wrote them and wondered what they would be like in person? What if you never dreamed that someday someone would tell you what your book meant to them, the way that you want to tell your favorite writer the same thing?

What if you were normal? And didn’t itch for a life that was more than ordinary? What if you just punched your card day after day, and looked forward to retirement because then you could figure out what you really wanted to do, even if that was mostly hang out on beaches?

Sometimes I find myself saying to my children that I wish I’d been more sensible, that I’d gotten a “real” job and that I didn’t spend so much mental and emotional energy worrying about my work, wishing I could do it better, being hurt by those who write nasty reviews, and having my sleep messed up by dreams I’m apparently supposed to write down and turn into another book. What if I could be finished at the end of the day and not be on call to the muse 24/7, while trying to figure out how to be big enough and strong enough to tell yet another hard story?

Well, I guess I wouldn’t be me. I don’t know who I would be. I’m sure I would be a perfectly good person with many good qualities. I’d have family and friends around me, relationships that are meaningful to everyone. I’d never think about if I was leaving a legacy for the future and I wouldn’t care.

It might be an easier life. But would it be happier?

I guess these are the questions that only a writer thinks about. I don’t know how I could have ended up as that person, but I do know that isn’t the person that I am. Could I change that? Maybe I could.

But here are the things that I have purchased in exchange for giving up that other life:

1.      Emails from people who thank me for doing my work.

2.      The occasional review from someone who really gets it.

3.      My editor’s scrawled comments telling me I got something just right.

4.      Meeting other authors who are going through a lot of the same things that I am.

5.      Stretching myself past what is comfortable for me to learn new things and about other lives than my own.

6.      The pleasure of putting together a perfect sentence, even if no one will ever read it but me.

7.      Writing for myself first and foremost, and discovering who that self is.

8.      Having an idea that just insists on being written down, an invisible something that will only ever exist if I allow it to.

9.      That breathless sensation of feeling your way through a first draft that might just be the best thing you’ve ever written.

10.  Being in the middle of something else and having an idea strike you that transports you away, sometimes for only a moment, sometimes for an hour, so that you come back like a weary, beleaguered traveler, unsure where your body has landed.

Alternate Dimension: Honey

Hey there! I think I am not the only who wished to have a Peter Pan in their life, right? So, I decided to somewhat bring Neverland to the real world. Provide an alternate dimension to Peter Pan. Oh how I wish it was real….

Anywaaays… Enjoy!

School. Teachers would call it a place of knowledge, where its students would come to learn new things.

Well, that’s their point of view being an educator.

For you (and most of the other students), it’s way more than that. It’s the only place where teens like you could find power above others. Sounds like Neverland, really. Most of the times, it was achieved through fear. Kindness do exist, but that would be rare in this millennial; in this school at least. Everyone just want to be on top. Fame, popularity, who wouldn’t want that?

As far as you know it, you were an exception to that. Initially, of course you were tempted to gain that fame, to be known among the students. But after a month into your 10th grade, you decided popularity isn’t for you.

Back seats were meant for you. You wouldn’t speak up or volunteer yourself. All you wanted was to graduate from this school with a well-enough grade and no trouble along the way. One could say, being invisible is your niche. But then again, being very close friends with a famous guy was not helping you at all.

“Hey, y/n.” A gruffed voice greeted you as you pulled out those heavy books from your bag and placed it in your locker. Without looking up, you knew extremely well who that would be, your best friend.

“Hi, Felix.” You replied with a slightly upbeat voice.

You zipped up your bag and slammed the locker door. Typical problematic locker. You turned to Felix who was leaning his body against the locker beside.

“Any plans for tonight?” Felix asked.

You took a pause before deciding on your answer to his question, giving yourself some time to deliberate on whether you should go or not. Most of the time, you would just wish to stay at home and relax on that comfy couch. But then again, it has been too long since you spent time with Felix. Especially with him busy training for the school’s basketball team.


“Pan’s having a party at his house. He asked me to invite you along.”

“Felix…” Before you could turn down his offer, he interrupted.

“Come on! It’s been so long since we got to hang out.”

“Of course, with your training getting in the way and you being such buddies with Pan…” It might have sounded as if you were jealous but you were actually not. You knew very well that no matter who else Felix was being good friends with, your close bond with Felix could never be broken. You could always count on him if you ever need a listening ear. That was one thing you have always admired about Felix.

Silence filled the air between you as you thought hard of your decision.

“Come on, honey.” That’s Felix’s nickname for you.

“Alright, fine! I’ll go. But you must promise me not to leave me alone. The moment you do that, I’ll find my own ride home.”

“Yayy!” He jumped for joy, like a kid that was just given a candy. “We wouldn’t want that… If anything ever happened to you, Dad would kill me for sure.”

You raised your eyebrows as you gave him that ‘you-know-it’ look.

“Alright! I’ll pick you up at 7. Don’t be late!” His voice fades away as he ran for the exit.

As soon as he disapperard from your sight, you had a monologue with yourself.

Why would Pan invite me? He doesn’t even know me. I am a nobody.

Nahh… Maybe he is just inviting the whole school.

After you made a self-conclusion, you shrugged and head home.


A whistling sound was heard from your phone, indicating that a message had just came in. You opened it to find one from Felix.

Reaching in 5. -F

You tossed your phone on your bed as you reached for your denim jacket in your wardrobe. After a good long look in the mirror, and a little bit of touching up, you tied up the shoelace on your sneakers and head down to the living room to find Felix talking to your dad. Your footsteps down the stairs interrupted their conversation as their head turned to you. “Oh, there you are, y/n.”

“Hey, Dad… I’ll be home late.”

“Alright, just make sure not too late. Don’t forget your keys.” He placed your home keys in your hand before he turned to Felix. “And, Felix. Y/n is your responsibility for the next few hours. Make sure you take good care of her, alright? And make sure she comes back safe and sound.”

Felix smiled before replying, “Don’t worry, Dad. I will.”

Felix calling your father as his own was not something unusual. You were so exceptionally close to Felix that you and your family treated him like their own. And his family have always treated you like you are a part of them. In fact, with one glance, most would think you and Felix were siblings just by looking at how close your bond was. You felt lucky to have such a good friend who have stuck by you all these years.

“Ready to go?” Felix directed the question to you.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!” You said as you gave a kiss on your parents’ cheeks before heading out.

Before you could open the door to a silver grey car that was parked at your driveway, Felix stopped you and opened the door to the passanger seat, like a gentleman would do for his lady. What’s got into him?

As you placed a foot inside, you realised Felix’s gaze has never left you ever since the both of you stepped out of the house. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Nothing. It’s just… you look different than usual.”

“What’s different? It’s just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.”

“Even so… still much better than your oversized tees.”

You shook your head at his ridiculous explanation and took your place at the passenger seat. Felix closed the door beside you and ran around the car to his driver’s seat. He turned the keys and the engines started to roar. Watching him fastening his seat belt, you followed suit.

Pan’s house was not too far from yours. Just a 20-min drive would suffice. Despite the short travelling time, you decided to ask Felix of the long-awaited question that has been running in your mind since that afternoon.

“Why did Pan asked you to invite me personally? Can’t he just invite me himself like the rest of the school?” Your voice breaks the silence in the car as you looked at him. His eyes stayed glued on the road.

It took Felix a while before he could answer. “I don’t know… Maybe he just wanted to know who my best friends are?”

“We were in the same class since second grade! How could he not know me at the very least, even if he doesn’t know that you are my best friend?” Before you could stop yourself, you realised that you have risen your voice slightly.

“Wowww giiirl… Relax.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

“Hahah! Nothin to worry about, honey. But you did told me you had a crush on him since fifth grade. So just take this chance to get to know him better, aite?”

Your eyes widened at his latest statement. “Heyyyy… No one else is supposed to know about that. I was so naive back then… Anyway… his famous now. Good looks. Charming. A little bit of that bad boy attitude. Most of the girls in school are all eyeing to be his girlfriend.” In your mind, you started to question how did you even started to have any feelings for him.

“You included?”

“Nope. Compete with those cheerleaders? Forget it. Just let me step back and enjoy the rest of my senior years being invisible.”

“Honey, you are my best friend. You can’t be invisible.”

“Yeah… I figured that. They have been calling me ‘Felix’s friend’ and made me help them get a date with you.”

“Sorry about that, honey.” He said as he let out a chuckle.

You smiled as you turned to look out to the road. With the windows downs and the winds blowing through your hair, you placed your hands on the ledge and rested your chin on it for the rest of the journey.

“We’re here!” Felix exclaimed as he parked his car two blocks away from Pan’s house.

From a distance, you could see exceptionally bright lights shining from a huge house. That’s one big party that Pan has thrown to welcome the weekends.

Loud music hit your eardrums as you got closer to his abode. With a brush of your hand, you quickly re-do your hair. It must have been very messy after that session of hair-blowing in the car.

“Let’s go in.”

With you being an introvert and not used to such a huge crowd, a sense of insecurity started to fill you. You wrapped your hands around Felix’s arms and followed behind him as he shoved through the crowded living room.

After all that pushing and shoving, you found yourself standing by the outdoor pool. You did a quick turn to admire the architectural beauty of his home. Despite knowing him since young, you had never step foot inside his home. He is SO rich! That must be an added reason he was so famous in school. You made a quick note to yourself that with all this wealth, all the more reason you should stay away from him. Don’t want any cat fights with the girls in the school.

Your eyes stopped at a shelter nearby where a familiar stature was leaning on the countertop with a drink in his hand. Straightaway, you recognised him to be the owner of this home, or at least the son to its owners.

Felix started to make a move towads Pan. Butterflies started to fly around in your stomach. Even though those feelings that you had for him was years ago, meeting with the most well-known student in school still send chills down your spine.

You pulled Felix back and shook your head, telling him that you don’t want to go over to the famous Peter Pan.

“Come on. Don’t be shy.” Felix winked. Since he is much stronger than you, pulling him back wouldn’t stop him. In the end, you obliged but got yourself getting closer to him and hugging his arms even tighter.

“Hey, Pan!” Felix called out and waved his hands from a distance. Nearer to him, he shook his hands and they hit each other with their shoulder, greeting each other with the common bro hug. Felix did the same to the other three boys that were standing with Pan.

Never did you realise that your hands were still wrapped around Felix’s arms.

“Oh. Hi, y/n.” Pan smiled as his eyes landed on you.

Still feeling that wings flapping around in your stomach, you presented a sweet smile to him.

“Sorry. She’s a little shy.” You pulled Felix’s sleeves, embarrased by his words.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I don’t bite.”

“Honey, why don’t you wait here for a while while I go get us some drinks?”

Before you could stop him, he ran into the house back to the living room, where you saw the food and drinks earlier while you were finding your way around the house. You felt like hopping on a ride home but you were standing with Pan. How could one ever walk out of the famous Peter Pan?

“See ya later, Pan.” Said the three boys who started to walk away. Now, left the two of you alone to converse. Those wings weren’t much of a help for you.

“So… y/n. How are you?” Pan started the conversation.

“Oh. Urmm… Fine. Absolutely fine.

Seriously, y/n? No other words than ‘absolutely’? You scolded yourself in your heart.

“That’s good.”

“Urmm… How about you?” You returned him with the same question, recalled of the 101 tips that was taught in social etiquette class.

“I’m good too, actually. Never been better.” He said as he raised his both hands, showing his physical attributes to you. No matter how much you tried, you could not stop thinking of how good he looks right now, despite him just wearing a t-shirt that says “Party Rocks” along with a pair of jeans and a jacket to protect him from the cold wind.

“Anywaay… what’s with Felix calling you 'Honey’?”

“That was just nothing. It’s just a nickname he had for me since we were kids.”

“Oh. I thought you are his girlfriend, looking at how close you guys were. Though, it was quite weird that he would tell me of all the girlfriends he had but never really talked about you being his lover. Thought he had finally got over that Stacy girl.”

You laughed at Pan’s words, ridiculing at his statement. You could not believe the assumption he made about you and Felix. “Felix and I are just best friends. Really good friends. Don’t think loving each other as a couple was ever in our dictionary.”

“Oh… that’s great.” You could see Pan smiling. But his expression made your smile fade away, feeling that he has a hidden agenda.

“Why would it be great?”

“Oh, nothing.”

The next moment, you realised he was getting too close to you as he placed his mouth near to your ears. Feeling his breath against your skin, he whispered, “You look cute, by the way. Can I call you Honey too?”

Taken by surprise, you took a step back. Your wide eyes gazed into his deep olive-green eyes as you wondered what he meant by that.

Before you could reply him, Felix walked towards you with two drinks in his hand. Still in shock, you slowly grabbed the cup from Felix’s hand that was handed out to you while your mind was still wrapped around Pan’s words.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Said Pan as he winked at you.

“What are you guys talking about?” Felix wondered as he took a sip from his cup.

“Nothing!” Your sudden risen voice took Felix by surprise.

“Relax girl. I was just asking.”

You gave him the sincerest smile that you could possibly do, trying to tell him that your conversation with Pan earlier was nothing much of importance for him to care about.

As Felix and Pan started to converse with one another, you faithfully stood beside Felix and followed them wherever they goes. When they decided to take a seat at the chair that was placed slightly further from the crowd, you followed suit.

Despite being side by side with them, you could not hear much of their conversation. Or mainly, you could not understand what they were talking about. Boys.

For the first few times, you tried to follow along their conversation, asking them questions along the way. After a few failed attempts, you decided to just switch off your hearing and just stared into the night sky, something that you usually do when you were feeling down or bored.

Occasionally, you took a sip of your drink and looked at your watch every now and then, secretly hoping that this night, which seemed unbelievably longer than usual, would end real soon.

An hour in, Felix received a call and stepped slightly further away, leaving the two of you together once again. Not wanting to go through that awkward feeling again, you took out your phone from your pocket and scrolled through your social media; from instagram, to twitter, to facebook, and back again till Felix came back.

Felix’s change of expression clearly shows that something bad has happened.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“Stacy… she’s got into some trouble.” He took a pause before he said his real worry. “But how are you getting home? I promised Dad.”

In silence, your heart leaped for joy. Finally, you are going home! Though, you did feel bad for Felix. Stacy might be pretty but her attitude doesn’t speak the same.

“Don’t worry about me. I can find my ride home. I can just call Dad to pick me up or take a cab homep.”

“What are you talking about? I can drive you home.” Pan’s voice made the both of you turned to look at him in shock.

“You sure about that, Pan?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s just not too far, right?”

“But Pan… it’s fine. I can just call a cab home.” You tried to persuade them but it seemed like it just fall into deaf ears.

“Thanks Pan! I owe you big time!” Felix’s voice starts to fade as he sprint for his car.

“But Felix!” You shouted for him.

“Don’t worry, honey! I will text Dad about this!” You could barely his last words before his car zooms off into the middle of the road.

With Felix gone from sight, you turned to Pan with a disheartened look. “Honestly, Pan… you don’t have to. I can just call a cab home. Or even get an uber.”

“What?! Uber? Do you know how dangerous it is for a girl like you taking a stranger’s car? What if something happened to you? How am I going to answer Felix, or your parents for that matter?”

“But Pan, you are the host of the party. You should be here the whole time.”

“Nahhh… who cares. I will just be gone for a short while. They wouldn’t even realise that I went out. Anyway, my caretaker can help to ensure things don’t get out hand.”

“If I keep on protesting, it just won’t do any good, right?” Pan gave you a cheeky smile. “Alright… fine… Sorry for the trouble.”

“No worries about it! I consider it as an honour. Come, let me take you to my car.” He said as he held out his hand for you. Reluctantly, you placed your hand on his.

Pan pulled you along and you followed his every footsteps. After all the bulldozing through the crowd, you found yourself standing in the car garage that was located in the basement of his mansion. You stared at every corner and judging by the size of it, you estimated that it could fit at least four cars inside.

“Don’t just stand there, honey. Get in.” He opened the door to the passenger’s seat for you to get in.

You turned to see him standing by a black Audi. It was only then that you realised you were drooling over the luxurious decor (metaphorically, of course). Not to mention the expensive cars that was kept securely in this garage.

“He is filthy rich.” You whispered to yourself, just loud enough for your own hearing.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, nothing.” You quickly walked up to him and went into the car to avoid any follow-up questions.

Before you could fasten your seatbelt, Pan went over to you from his driver’s seat and pulled down the seatbelt. With his face just inches away from yours, you felt as if your breath was taken away from you. You gazed deep into his green eyes. Your heart started to beat faster than it ever was, as if you had just completed a marathon. His warm breath hit your face and you felt as if time had stopped for a moment.

Starting to feel that giant butterfly coming back in your stomach, you let out a cough, bringing Pan back to reality. Realising that he had been staring at you for too long, he quickly buckled up your seatbelt and went back to his seat. He turned the engine on. With the roaring sound filling the garage, he stepped on the pedal and drives the car out of the driveway to the main road.

While he was driving, you took a quick look from the corner of your eyes. You noticed that he was not the boy you used to had a crush on back in the past. He has grown so much, like you, only more handsome and charming. No wonder girls in your school were queuing up to be his girlfriend, hoping to be his true love.

Soon after, his car stopped in front of your house. He quickly ran out of his driver’s seat and opened the door for you. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, you were slightly moved by his actions.

“Thanks for the ride home.” You said as you stepped out of the car. Your first words to Pan ever since you got into the car.

“No worries about it. As long as I can get you home safe, nothing is too much of a trouble for me.”

As you started to make a beeline towards your house, a question popped into your head. You turned back to face him. “How did you know where my house is?”

Honey, I’ve known you since second grade. We used to take the same bus to school, remember?”

You were taken aback by his reply. “But that was ages ago. I can’t believe you still remember that.”

“I remember all the things about cool people. I think you’re cool.”

You smiled sheepishly at Pan.

Before you walked away, you gave him a kiss on the cheeks and said “Thanks”, leaving Pan with a wide smile on his face.

Felt satisfied, you skipped happily back into the house, like a little girl who was just given a new doll to add to her tea party. It was only then did your realise that you had never so high before.

With a heart over the moon, you walked into your home with a huge smile. Your smile got wider as you heard his car drive off from your home.

Pan… why did you make me feel this way about you all over again?

Secretly wishing for it to happen to us?

Originally posted by amendlessknot

anonymous asked:

did you get tickets for the gorillaz concert in philly?! i'm going so if you are too omg it would be like a dream come true to meet you

I wish! The very first cd I ever bought was G Sides, so it’s always been a fansaty of mine to see them live, but I couldn’t justify the price :( I told myself if I could find a place to buy the ticket in real life to avoid the $58 service fee I would maybe swing it, but then again someone messaged me and said all of the prices were gouged because of people buying the tickets and then reselling them? And if that’s the case, that’s really sad and a big bummer to do to people who just want to have a nice night without spending $300, SO ANYWAY, 

I’m sad about it, but my friend’s band is playing in Philly tomorrow night, and I’m actually pretty excited to support my friends and see and house show. 

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post about this since this post will do practically nothing but I just wanted to say that this whole situation in the USA is heartbreaking to see for me. I live in a small, poor country, who fought on Germany’s side in WW2 and there are literal communities, both online and in real life, full of entitled white men who support Hitler’s ideologies, who think he was right for murdering all these innocent people. And it just makes me both sad and angry seeing that these type of people exist in the USA, a country who lost people while fighting against Germany. I really wish I could do something about it, and I know that posting about it online isn’t exactly helping, but I think that in times like these it’s better to speak out than to keep all this stuff to yourself. If you want to talk to someone you can always message me or really anyone you think you can trust and talk to.

Stranger at the library

I originally posted this on wattpad, thought I should post it on here too

Its Saturday. Im at the library enjoying the quite and all the books around me. Some people might think libraries are boring and too quite, but I think their an escape from the real world, its where I go to get away from school and my family. Dont get me wrong, I do have friends, but sometimes I just want to get away from it all and enjoy a good story.

Im just sitting at the table by myself reading divergent. The character tris really inspires me. She’s different but in a good way. She chose her own path. She got away from her old life and is starting a new one. I wish I could do that. Just get away from it all and be free…

Im at the part where tris is climbing the ferris wheel with four when out the corner of my eye I see a boy about 20 feet away looking at me. I turn towards him and he just slightly smiles and looks away. I cant help but look a little longer…hes just so attractive. He has brown hair and electric green eyes. I could just melt in them. His eyebrows…just…wow. But his clothes are a little weird. Something tells me he likes green.

He turns and looks at me again and our eyes meet. He raises an eyebrow and smirks, I smile slightly and then went back to my book. I can still feel his eyes on me and I start to become nervous, I just feel a bad vibe coming from him.

To get away from his gaze I get up and walk to a random section. Pretending to try and find a book so it wont look like im hiding, I realize im in the fantasy section. Theirs a lot of cool books to check out, I reach for one but then theirs a tap on my shoulder. I tense up and turn around. Its the same boy, I look into his eyes and I melt inside. He smiles and raises an eyebrow, im at loss for words.

“Hello, Love”

“Um, H-hi” I say in a nervous tone.

“So, find any good books?” he asks

“No…not really. Do you know any good ones?” I ask. He doesnt seem to creepy but theirs still something about him that doesnt seem right.

“Yeah, how about this one?” he says pulling out a book and handing it to me. I take it and see that its peter pan.

“I love the movie but i’ve never read the book. Thanks.” I say, now that I think about it he kinda looks like peter pan. Maybe hes some crazed fan or something.

“Yeah, its my favorite. Peter and I have a lot in common actually.” He says.

“Well I should be going, Thanks for the book.” I say turning to leave.

“You’re welcome love, I trust I’ll be seeing you again soon.” He calls out to me

I might see him again, but I dought it. I check out my books and leave the library. Afrer walking for a minute I feel someone grab my arm. I turn to see its the Peter Pan boy.

“Hey I didn’t catch your name.” hes says

“Oh, sorry, my names (y/n) whats yours?” I ask

“I’m Peter Pan, and you, my dear, are coming with me.” He says with a devilish grin on his face.

Hes Peter Pan…what? I dont believe this. This is crazy. Wait Im not going anywhere with him! Who does he think he is?

“Uh, excuse me, but im not going anywhere except home. now im not sure why you think your peter pan, but you better leave me alone or you’ll regret it.” I say in a irritated tone.

Suddenly he slams me into the side of a store and leans in next to my ear.

“You’ve got fire, I like fire.” he whispers

He backs away and says, “now, your coming with me.” he says and grabs my arm pulling me to him.

“where?” I ask

“Neverland of course.” He says with a smirk

“Why, this doesn’t make any sense.”

“because I like you, and I want to have some fun.” He says with a devilish grin.

This is getting really creepy. I try to get out of his hold but he tightens his grip and leans down to my ear.

“your not going anywhere love, your mine and im not letting you leave.” He says

Im about to scream when he puts his hand on my mouth.

“goodnight, love” Is the last thing I hear before everything becomes black.

Five Things Tag

I was tagged by the amazing- @dreamfar628 (your tag won’t work rn boo)


♡ Burt’s Bees Chapstick (it’s the only kind I ever use)

♡ Pens! 

♡ Small notebook for writing down ideas or lists while I’m out 

♡ Hand sanitizer 

♡ Snacks! I always have something to munch on just in case 



♡ Reading light 

♡ Phone Charger 

♡ Dresser 

♡ Closet full of boxes of various stories I’ve written and paperwork I’m keeping as well as all of my clothes (I have the whole closet to myself [sorry hubby!!!] because I have too many clothes haha..) 


♡ Take a year off to go backpacking and travel the world 

♡ Write a novel 

♡ Own an exotic animal 

♡ Become a surgeon 

♡ Teach English in another country 


♡ My family 

♡ Reading/writing 

♡ Cooking 

♡ Fishing, I’ve been doing it since before I could walk

♡ Camping/Hiking/Being outdoors 


SLBP-for sure. I’ve definitely sold my soul to the game at this point haha!! I feel so much happier since I’ve found this game. I’ve come upon some pretty big bumps in my road of life lately and without this escape for myself it would have been so much worse

♡ Gardening 

♡ Short story writing/working on building a novel 

♡ Gaming 

♡ Drawing 

♡ Tumblr of course. There is no escape 


♡ Organizing my things/cleaning out the old stuff I don’t need 

♡ Laundry –boooooo 

♡ Write! 

♡ Start working out again 

♡ Make more tea 


♡ I am pretty quiet and analytical in real life 

♡ I have a huge soft spot for all animals, I wish I could own them all 

♡ I really enjoy weapons, I can throw knives and shoot guns. I’ve used a bow before and also an Atlatl (I’m actually pretty good haha) 

♡ I have an insane memory and that gets me branded as a know-it-all because for the most part, no matter the subject, I have something to say about it 

♡ I have been in physical fights before 

I’ll tag a few lovely people that or friends or I’ve seen around for this! Of course you aren’t obligated to do it if you don’t want to! @mysticdaddies @goddamnitdazai @nekomas-heart @zoecam37 @godd707 @mysticmessengervibes @vess-hs @faismusings @slbp-drains-my-pearls