i won last year

Educhums!

Any drama teachers? I’ve never taught it before, but I’m suddenly faced with the opportunity to teach 3 periods of drama and one of student leadership.

How would you break it up? What would you teach at each level? How would YOU do it?

Lots of change coming my way.

I’ve been pigeonholed into teaching inclusion English for the last 6 years and this is my only way out of that. I know that the district office sees me as a damn good English teacher, and I’m a little stuck with the idea of giving all of that up to teach drama. I also know that if I have to teach another year like this one, I won’t last in Education.

Please advise.

Where are you now?

Sweet summer days.
Sweet sixteen.
I had never been anymore clean.

Your eyes locked on mine.
You held the conversation.
An interest I had never known.

You gave me butterflies,
But the fear won at last.
I took off and never looked back.

Three years have passed,
But you still cross my mind from time to time.
Baby, where are you now?

If I could turn back time,
I’d go back to see your smile.
I’d go back to having rosy cheeks and careful eyes.

‘Cause truth is that I wanted you to be mine,
And I regret all the times I pushed you away.
Baby, where are you now?

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

Fan Submission: Meeting Dylan O'Brien - My Experience

Okay so on Wednesday 26th April I was able to visit the set of the death cure because I won a short film competition last year! And I was able to chat with Dylan on set.

The first thing that happened was Dyl waving at me.
I was walking up an area of set & he was filming a scene. I was just there and I smiled at him because I saw him looking at me. I wasn’t really expecting him to smile back since he was filming but then he did! And the next thing I know is that he’s there WAVING HIS GOOFY WAVE AT ME. I wave back (blushing and totally in shock) and Dyl just keeps waving at me.
When I have to walk away from watching the filming I can’t help but continue grinning, heart pounding, because Dylan waved at me without any prompt or anything. I can’t describe how wonderful that was.

So we were about to leave set (I’m still smiling from Dylan’s dorkiness) when he arrives through the door! First of all, all I see is his hair because he’s actually so small & fragile looking like I just melted.

The first thing Dyl did was shake everyone by the hand and introduce himself to them like we didn’t know who he was - I mean he is so humble. I was really nervous and I think he could tell that but he was so sweet and caring, my
mum came to the set with me and when he shook her hand he was just like “Is this mom?!”
He was asking us where we were all from & started putting on accents (Italian, Irish) and he was so funny and sweet! We chatted a bit more & he was so genuinely interested about the competition. I was so happy to see him so happy and healthy.

I then plucked up enough courage to give Dyl the drawing I drew him of Thomas (the character!) and his reaction was the cutest thing:
“Woah! You drew this? This is insane!”
I then told him that it was for him and he said, “This is for me? Oh my god, you’re super sweet!” I literally just melted I mean being called super sweet by DOB is the most heartwarming feeling ever, his smile just radiates me. He even knew it was from the first movie and was so kind. I thanked him again for taking the time to meet us and he replied “No problem - I really wanted to meet you guys, I just hope you guys like the movie. I can’t wait for you guys to see it!”

After that, he hugged everyone and wow his hug was so warm and strong and safe.
He thanked me again for the drawing and could see how nervous I still was so just made me laugh by saying “Thanks again for the drawing of my face!” Then Dyl did that laugh with his dimples and his eyes were so bright and happy. When he walked off he was showing another guy who worked on set the drawing and was looking at it. I was just beaming, my whole body was so light and my heart was so whole but then… Dylan came back again!

He wanted to wave us all off but ended up having another conversation before that, just chatting about Cape Town and being so casual and cool whilst I’m just internally melting. When he says goodbye this time he shouts “Enjoy your time on the party bus!” and I couldn’t help but laugh because he was being so normal and chill with us.

When I was walking towards the bus I turned back again and smiled at Dylan and he looked at me straight in the eyes and gave me the most beautiful, reassuring smile that I have ever seen. When we were driving away he waved at us with two hands again.

Honestly, Dylan is such a genuine, honest, beautiful human being and I am so grateful.

my #1 favorite thing about lardo duan is that when she meets a very famous nhl player at a party she doesn’t ask for his autograph or gets excited. oh no. she makes him play beer pong with her. she thrashes him at beer pong. she makes him write on a piece of paper that she beat him at beer pong. and then she makes him take a selfie with her. and she gets the whole thing on video.  

& she can’t even be bothered to properly brag to shitty about it ten minutes later. 

it’s lardo’s world & we’re all just living in it

Patater Week (Feb 7) - Proposal

(ao3)

It was supposed to be a romantic camping getaway. Instead, they’re tearing the campsite apart as fast as possible because the radio announced a freak blizzard on the way and snowflakes are already billowing down.

They manage to get everything in the car and drive out of the woods without they get stuck in a forming snowdrift.

Alexei drives, because they’re in Canada, the car is a rental, and of the two of them, he’s the one with an international driver’s license.

(”Can’t believe you have passport but not international driver’s license, Kent. What you do when you playing in Vancouver? Or Montreal?”

“I go back to the hotel after the game and I sleep.”)

Alexei is calm but Kent is scrunched down in the passenger’s seat, seething. Alexei thinks the glower is darker than warranted, but he does kind of understand Kent’s annoyance. The camping trip was his idea. A just-over-two-years anniversary trip, since their actual anniversary was in the middle of playoffs due to their having hooked up during All Stars weekend one time and managing to admit mutual feelings of “like” around the time they realized they might be facing off for the cup.

They hadn’t, but the Skype call regarding that issue had been enlightening, to say the least.

“Is okay, Kent,” Alexei says as the windshield wipers zip across his vision and the road before him turns increasingly white. “We try again, yes? Maybe go back out tomorrow, if weather clears?”

Kent grumbles and buries his nose deeper in his coat. He’s cold-blooded and gets chills if a cool breeze blows by. Alexei loves it, because it gives him the excuse to wrap Kent up in Alexei’s warm arms all the time. Now, he pats Kent’s leg. But Kent’s not having it. He grumbles again and says, “No way this’ll clear up by tomorrow. Next week, maybe.”

“So we re-schedule our flights home,” Alexei says. He takes his hand back, because a responsible driver always has two hands on the wheel. “Stay in hotel until snow is gone. No big deal—”

And that is the moment one of their tires blows out.

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Looking for a Home for my Cat

This is a bit of a longshot, but I’m running out of options. I need to find somewhere for my cat to go and I’ve been given less than a week to find a new home for him. Given my current living arrangements, I can’t take him in myself and I don’t have any of the means to change my living arrangements as I’m currently unemployed and having difficulty finding work that will pay me enough to move. I’ve contacted the few local cat rescue organizations in my area but they’ve all told me they’re full and/or my timeframe is too small for them to assist me. If I can’t find somewhere for him to live soon, I’m going to have to give him to a shelter, and he’s already 11 years old, so I’m worried he won’t last more than a month before they “remove” him to make room for a younger cat. We have the option of putting him outside, but there’s a high coyote population because of how rural the area is, and it’s highly discouraged to put animals out at night as they usually end up being attacked or killed.

If there’s anyone in the California Bay Area or somewhere in Northern/Central CA who’s looking to adopt a cat or can take in a cat, please let me know. I have less than a week to figure this out and I really don’t want to risk putting him in a shelter at his age.

I’ll update if anything happens.

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Mr. Penguin is hosting his annual Thug Appreciation Party at the Iceberg Lounge this Saturday. It's nice to feel appreciated. The door prizes are good too; last year I won a pair of diamond earrings for the missus and an extra bone saw for myself. #OnlyInGotham

“Technicolor Deco” by Shirley Gisi of Colorado Springs, Colorado.

I absolutely adore this quilt! I saw it in Chattanooga last year, where it won Second Place Wall Quilts. It went on to Des Moines where it won Best Use of Color, and here in Daytona, it won Second Place for Wall Quilts-Stationary Machine Quilted. It also graced the cover of American Quilter Magazine last November.

Shirley Gisi is known for her wonderful use of color and this one is my favorite of all of her pieces I’ve seen.

When the same quilts travel together to shows (as frequently happens) they start feeling a bit like family, and it was great to see this gorgeous quilt again.

Photo taken at AQS Quilt Week Daytona Beach, Florida, 2017.

I’m actually very happy with the winner and I’m happy that it’s a song that got the most points from both the jury AND the voters.

College!Seungcheol
  • major: nutritional science 
  • minor: kinesiology 
  • sports: football, assistant swim coach 
  • clubs: brazilian jiu jitsu club, he plays in a rock band on campus 
  • seungcheol is like the most fit person on all of campus. like he follows a strict diet of specific grains and vegetables and lean meat and is the one person up at 5 am doing a jog three times around campus
  • he always has his duffel bag over his shoulder and a towel around his neck. wears sweatpants in the winter and basketball shorts in the summer to class almost exclusively 
  • all the student athletes adore him, especially the freshman’s who see him as a sports god and he’s like. their dad. like he’s not a mean jock who ignores them he’s like actually really helpful and plays casually with them when they’re not at practice and probably goes around ruffling their hair like they’re his sons and it’s adorable
  • is one of the star football players on the team, and would have been a star swimmer too if he had the time but instead he just comes every now and then to help out the coach. 
  • when people first meet him they’re like “oh they stereotypical ‘got-into-college-on-a-sports-scholarship-douche” but the moment seungcheol smiles and makes the corniest father joke they’ve ever heard everyones automatically like what no . we take it back. this person is buff and intimidating on the outside but a soft tart meme on the inside
  • seungcheol: “hell yeah i cried when we won nationals last year, what you think im not going to admit i cried? let me tell you i didn’t cry- i sobbed - the entire han river came flowing out of my eyes-”
  • and you hate to admit it but you kind of pre-judged him too. see you meet seungcheol in your core biology class and you’re paired up with him in a group lab. almost immediately seungcheol introduces himself to everyone first and is all smiles and sweet and the two girls who are in your group also start fawning over his biceps while the other guy is just like asking seungcheol a bunch of questions about trying out for the football team and you’re sitting there with your notebook like: “guys. the lab?”
  • and seungcheol grins your way and you kinda like awkwardly look down because already you’re annoyed that they’re not doing their work and you’re like this guy probably only knows things about football im gonna have to do all the work
  • and it irks you and basically seungcheol rubs you the wrong way until class is over and you’re walking out into the hall, taking your phone out to complain to your friend through text
  • when you feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn around to see seungcheol and he’s like “hey, i know we aren’t friends or anything like that, but you seemed a little angry. im sorry we got off track, but i have some ideas for the lab - do you think i can send them to you?”
  • and you’re taken back because honestly you didn’t think he’d put any effort into this but you’re still cautious and you’re like “ok, by the way what’s your major?” and seungcheol’s like “nutritional science! minor in kinesiology because i want to specialize in physical therapy and athletic dieting after college.” and you’re looking at him like………..
  • ok i might have misjudged him when i thought he was only good for his body
  • (which by the way, you decide is worth fawning over like those girls in your group. like honestly you let yourself look at him and he’s handsome, but he’s also lean and strong and the veins in his hands are distracting and ok what no we’re getting OFF topic)
  • but you also like hand him your phone and you’re like “here, put in your contact.” and seungcheol’s happy smile turns into a kind of little smirk and you’re like ………… and seungcheol looks up and he’s like “were you about to tell your friend about me?” and you’re like “wha-”
  • but then you see your screen and it’s still on the message to your friend and all you managed to write was “there’s this guy in my group from the football team and like he’s hot but-” and you’re like 
  • OH M HGOFDSJEOD FDJO
  • and seungcheol is looking at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and you grab your phone back and you’re like
  • “we can talk about the lab next class. bye.”
  • and you RUN out of there and seungcheol is left standing in the dust but honestly he’s like
  • grinning to himself like; “this……is going to be interesting.”
  • and it is interesting. very interesting. as in you cannot make eye contact the next lab because the tEXT you got from mr. choi seungcheol was “oh here’s my list of ideas for the lab also thanks for calling me hot, i like a person that’s straightforward (;”
  • and you had stared at that winky face like what the hell does this mean
  • and seungcheol the second you sat down across from him in class leaned his head onto his hand and gave you a little smile 
  • and you just. like you are just OFFENDED
  • because he needs to stop. you need to get work done and like literally you hadn’t liked him when you first saw him but now you couldnt help but kind of maybe who knows….be interested in him a little more just a tinsy bit…..
  • but yeah you try to focus on the lab and engage your other partners, but again the girls are giggling over seungcheol’s fitted shirt and the boy’s ranting about how he’s see seungcheol score touchdowns at the last game
  • all the while seungcheol keeps looking only at you and you’re just like “…..i need to drop this bio lab and do chem instead or something…..”
  • but aside from seungcheol being flirty???? and basically never letting you live down the fact that you called him hot,,,,he’s incredibly intelligent and his ideas for the labs are good
  • and you and him are the only two actually doing the work and like you catch onto this and so does he
  • so like as the week passes you get a text from him and it’s like; “i think it’s up to us to save this lab. the other three don’t even know they’re in a bio class i think.”
  • and you wanna be like “yeah, because they think it’s seungcheol 101″ but you don’t wanna be Petty and you’re like “well, it’s the not the first time ive done all the work, but at least we have each other.”
  • and after sending it you’re like
  • ………….did i just write “at least we have eaCH OTHER” aM I OUT OF MY MIND
  • but seungcheol has already read the text and replies like “that, we do (;” and you’re like FriCK HIM AND HIs DUMB WINK EMOJI GOD
  • but also as the second week passes and you and seungcheol manage to start actually writing up everything for the lab seungcheol’s like 
  • “hey, we probably won’t have enough time if we only work while we’re in lab. come see me after practice tomorrow so we can go to the library?”
  • and honestly you wanna think of an excuse because goddammit he makes your heart race and you just don’t know if he’s playing around and it scares you but also this lab is like 50% of your grade and you want to finish and not pull like three all nighters so you agree
  • and you’re like “shouldn’t we invite the rest-”
  • and seungcheol’s like “do you really think that’ll help?” and you’re like rip you’re right
  • so the next day you don’t want to admit it but you actually plan a cuter outfit to wear to the library and you get there early with all your materials and as you’re sitting there you’re like
  • oh my god do i like seungcheol i put this cute outfit on for a boy who literally only wears sweats outside of football practice
  • but again, you’re too quick to judge, because all of a sudden there’s a guitar case set down on the table beside you and you look over to see seungcheol standing there
  • but this time the sweats are gone and instead there’s ripped up grey jeans, a flannel tied around his waist, and a acid-washed muscle t-shirt 
  • his ears, you notice, are pierced and the shirt’s dip is big enough for you to see a tattoo peek out from under 
  • and first of all you’re frozen
  • and second of all you’re speechless
  • and seungcheol’s like “sorry if we don’t get much done, i gotta be out by 8 to make it to the show at 9 otherwise the guys will kill me.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,, “they guys?” and seungcheol’s like “yeah, my band. they’re always on my ass about being late because of practice or class.”
  • and you’re like ….. “holy shit you’re in a band.” and he laughs into his hand like “yeah!! isn’t it obvious you know i thought the guitar and the jeans would give it away.”
  • and you’re like askhldfjgoefmrg WHAT i thought he was only into sports and like nutrition or something but here he is in front of you with a tattoo and a guitar and you’re like
  • “…..is it a rock band?” and seungcheol sits down next to you like “yeah, of course!”
  • and ok remember how you were like ‘wow do i really like him or is this just a fleeting thing’ WELL NOW You REALLY Are SURE YOU LIKE HIM because guitarist in a band whose physically fit as hell and smart….he’s the whole package aND THEN SOME
  • but you’re like @ yourself like ok ok ok chill we need to focus on the lab. the lab. don’t look at his tattoo, ok you’re looking at his tattoo, chill calm dow-
  • and seungcheol is scribbling something down and he’s talking but you’re like so distracted until finally seungcheol’s like
  • “hey, you’ve been working really hard on this with me and so you should come to the show tonight and relax.” and you’re like ,,,,the show? as in ,,,,,your bands show?????
  • and seungcheol grins like “yeah! it’s sold out but ill just take you through the back with me!” and you’re like “um i have class in the mor-” but seungcheol ruffles your hair and is like “c’mon live a little!”
  • and you’re like arent you the one whose like eat right and have a good sleep schedule??? and seungcheol laughs like yeah, but also sometimes you need to let go and do something fun
  • and that’s how you end up being pulled by the wrist by seungcheol into the loud backstage of a packed venue in central seoul and seungcheol introduces you to all these guys and girls full of tattoos and piercing who are all like “seungcheol, this one’s cute - look like a keeper!!!” and you’re like ????? are they talking about me??? and seungcheol just winks at you and you’re like STOP wiTH THE winks gOD
  • but yeah you can’t help but just see seungcheol in this whole new light and he’s just like,,,,he’s just so amazing and full of surprises and gosh he look so handsome tuning his guitar and right before he sets out onto the stage he leans in close to you and murmurs “is it ok if you give me something for goodluck?”
  • and your heartbeat quickens and you try to swallow the lump in your throat and you’re like “w-what-?” and seungcheol kisses the side of your lips so gently that you barely feel it but you do see the smirk he gives you before running out to start the show
  • and you’re left there, touching your skin and watching as seungcheol jumps around, swinging his guitar and screaming along with the fans to the lyrics
  • and ……..oh god this is all really happening
  • the show ends and seungcheol, sweaty but so so so so so happy joins you again
  • and before he can even ask; “how was it?” you reach up and throw your hands around his neck and pull im into a long, deep kiss
  • his bandmates break out into a hollering cheer and when you pull back you’re like 
  • HOLY SHIT I DID THAT
  • and seungcheol searches your eyes until his smile lights up like a million sun rays and he wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up so he can kiss you again and spin you
  • and ok it’s just the most spontaneous, best decision you’ve ever made
  • seungcheol gets someone to give you two a lift back to campus and he walks with you to your dorm and kisses you again until you’re breathless and he presses his forehead to yours and is like “see you in lab.”
  • and wow from that moment on you’re in bliss. you’re in LOVe
  • you come into your first class just giggling like an idiot all your friends are like ??????? until you’re like “guys. i made out with seungcheol from the football team.” and theY ALL LOSE IT
  • lab comes around and like you’re the first person from your group there so you take a seat where you usually are and one of the girls sits beside you until you hear a voice and it’s obviously seungcheol and he like taps the girls shoulder and is like
  • “hi, is it ok if i sit next to my baby?” and you’re like DID HE JUST and the girl looks between you two like “wh-wai-what-wait-what????” and seungcheol thanks her when she moves, still with her mouth hanging open and he just leans in to kiss you softly and ask how the lab is going
  • and you’re like “baby?” and he’s like “yes?” and you’re like “no i mean-” BUT TOO LATE CLASS STARTED HEHE
  • you learn super quickly that seungcheol loves to let people know about the two of you
  • like you leave lab and promise to see him the next morning for coffee and as you’re walking to another building like 6 people stop you to ask if you’re really dating seungcheol
  • and you’re like jesus news travels fast but honestly it’s just seungcheol got super giddy and told the whole damn football team. and swim team. and tennis team. and lacrosse team. and YOU see where im going w/this
  • you see him in the morning as promised to get coffee and seungcheol literally keeps you in a hug the whole time and he pulls you into his lap and you’re like oh my god we’re in front of people and he’s like ???so
  • one of your guy friends comes over to ask if you did the homework for another class and you feel seungcheol’s grip on your waist tighten and you’re like oh my god reaLLY
  • but it’s cute
  • anyway you guys have on lab left and finally you finish and like just after sending the e-mail to the teacher with the finished lab seungcheol is like
  • “you know, ive liked you since before we had bio together.” and you’re like “???? wait seriously???” and he’s like “yeah. i remember you from orientation when you got put into my group. you didn’t even look at me once, you kept nervously playing with your hands and reading over the college handbook. it was cute.”
  • and you’re like asdfhoadfsgef and you hit seungcheol playfully but he just catches your hand and gives it a kiss
  • and you’re like “seungcheol, i never thought id say this but im sorry. i want to apologize for misjudging you the first time we met.” and he just shrugs and is like “it’s fine. but you should make it up to me.” and you’re like ??how and he’s like “come to my show again this weekend. i love it when you’re by my side to support me.” and you hide your face in his neck like DONT say that but also ofc ill come
  • and it becomes a regular thing, you showing up to his shows and to his football games to cheer him on
  • the football team all starts referring to you as parent number two since seungcheol is parent number one and it’s adorable you bought snacks for the whole team once and they attacked you in hugs and seungcheol was pulling them off like “NO!!! you can only look you CANNOT TOUCH!!! NEW RULE!!!!”
  • they’re like “dAD come ONN” and seungcheol pulls you against him like “be grateful but be grateful from far away.”
  • he gets jealous way too easily, but you always just kiss him and reassure him it’s fine - you’re his
  • and it’s cute like he tries teaching you to play guitar when you guys are just hanging out on the quad
  • he like puts his hand over yours, guides your fingers with his own 
  • you wear one of seungcheol’s big shirts with his band logo to sleep because it’s comfy and reminds you of him
  • seungcheol tries to get you hype about exercising and once takes you jogging with him around the school at like 6 am and you’re dead 5 min in and seungcheol is like ok ok and just piggybacks you for the rest of his time and you’re like how are you human and he’s like a good diet and exercise 
  • seungcheol getting super passionate about his classes and what he’s learned when he’s talking to you and you love watching him be so engaged, like you can see the love in his eyes for sports and for helping people
  • he’s just a cute angel person who is SWOLE and is in a BAND 
  • the tattoo you find out is actually a tribute to his mom and you’re like THATS THE ……MOST CONSIDERATE cUTESt THING EVER
  • and seungcheol is like SHuSH i have to hide the tattoo from the football coach he doesn’t know and you’re like hehe still a tattoo for your mom seungcheol that’s adorable…..
  • jeonghan whose seungcheol’s best friend is just like “how do you put up with him?” and you’re like “what do you mean?” and jeonghan’s like “how do you put up with someone that flirts with you EVEN though you’re dating him?” and you’re like “what he does no-”
  • but then you look up and seungcheol sends a cheesy wink your way and you’re like “jeonghan, i really don’t know how i put up with it.”
  • you’re seungcheol’s sweet, soft s/o but when he’s playing football you get fired up and you’re like “CRUSH THEM BABY I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!”  LOL seungcheol teases you for it but he loves it
  • seungcheol: “remember when you called me hot-” you: “stop living in the past seungcheol or i will purposely untune your guitar. seungcheol: “im sorry and i love you.” 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I don't know if you're taking request or not, but I love your HP killugon AU! Its so interesting! I was wondering if you'd write something where either Killua or Gon accidentally makes/drinks a truth potion?

I’m sorry this is so late ^^; I really like the way this turned out though, so I hope you do too!

Harry Potter au! :D Killua and Gon are in their sixth year here, its towards the end of the school year though

Other killugon Harry Potter au drabbles: one (also sixth year) & two (third year) & three (end of fifth year)

(in case you were wondering, Killua and Gon start dating sometime during their sixth year. But that’s a story for another time ^-^)

(continuation to this drabble can be read here)


“…you drank…a truth potion?” Killua asked incredulously.

“Yep!” Gon said with a beam.

Killua raised both eyebrows. Of course. Only Gon would be stupid enough to drink a truth potion on purpose and then proceed to brag about it. How Gon passed his O.W.L.s was a mystery to him.

“I’m not sure if I believe you,” Killua said and Gon’s face fell. “I mean, you could just be saying that you drank a truth potion, right? Plus there’s the fact that you blurt out whatever comes to mind anyway- I probably couldn’t tell if you drank a truth potion because you’d act the exact same. Truth potions would be useless on you.”

Gon puffed out his cheeks. He leaned forward on the Ravenclaw bench, where he and Killua were currently sitting on sideways so they could face each other directly, and said, “Ask me a question, then! One you don’t think I would answer if I didn’t have a truth potion.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! That’s the only way you’ll believe me.”

Killua didn’t get why it was so essential for him to believe Gon, but whatever. Gon was weird even in normal circumstances. Killua was just glad that the Great Hall was only half full at this time in the afternoon. It would be so embarrassing if anyone else heard the ridiculousness of this conversation.

“Okay.” Killua inched forward too, close enough Gon that their noses brushed. “Then tell me, Gon: who stole my Risky Dice that I won last year in that duelling competition?”

Gon’s eyes bulged and Killua smirked. There. That hadn’t been hard. Now all he had to do was watch the obvious struggle going on in Gon’s expression. It was kind of funny the way Gon’s face was turning purple with the effort to hold back the truth-

“Okay, it was me!” Gon burst out. “I did it! You were getting too addicted to the Dice and I- OW, Killua!”

Killua had hit him over the head with his Herbology textbook.

“Do you know how long I wanted that thing?!” Killua hissed, hands curling into claws. “It took me weeks to find someone willing enough to give it up!”

“I’m sorry,” Gon whined. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”

Killua scowled. That wasn’t nearly good enough of an apology. Who knew when he’d find another Risky Dice?! And there was no point in getting Gon to tell him where he’d put it, either; Gon would’ve sold it or thrown the thing in the Forbidden Forrest or some other bullshit place like that so Killua couldn’t get his hands on it again. Damnit.

Gon was still looking at him, lower lip trembling pitifully. Something in Killua’s chest twisted at the sight.

He sighed heavily. “Stop doing that stupid puppy-dog pouting thing. I swear I won’t hit you again, okay? Why would you even let me ask you something like that if you’re on a truth potion?”

Gon brightened instantly. “You believe me, now?”

“Uh. Well, I know you wouldn’t confess to me that easily if you weren’t on a truth potion, so…I guess, yeah. I believe you. Why do you ca-”

“Because!” The Slythern snatched Killua’s hands and squeezed them tightly, smiling at Killua like he was the most precious thing in the entire world. “I have something to tell you!”

Warmth exploded in Killua’s cheeks. He would never get used to this, no matter how long they’d been dating.

He let out a long breath. “Okay. So tell me, then, and-”

“Killua,” Gon said softly, eyes shining like melted gold. “Killua, I love you.”

All thought in Killua’s brain vanished. His heartbeat suddenly catapulted into overdrive as all available blood abruptly rushed to his face. Killua was left utterly  speechless; he just gaped dumbly at his boyfriend like an idiot while a weightless kind of euphoria washed over him.

Had he heard that right? Had Gon really just said he loved him?!

“You never believe me when I tell you that,” Gon said, sounding a little sheepish. He glanced down at their interlocked hands and affectionately rubbed his thumb against Killua’s index finger. “You always have this really skeptic expression on your face. So I figured if I drank a truth potion and said it after, that you would have to believe me then!”

Killua shut his mouth and swallowed thickly. 

“You…you drank a truth potion just to tell me that you l-love me?”

Gon nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s. That’s so stupid!” Killua exploded. “Only an idiot would do something like that! What if you had weird side effects to the potion?! What if you were tricked and what you drank wasn’t a truth potion at all?! You didn’t have to go so far to-”

“I did, though!” Gon said stubbornly. He tugged on Killua’s hands and Killua yelped when he nearly fell forward into Gon’s chest.

Soft fingers grasped his chin. Killua’s heart stuttered as he found himself gazing into Gon’s gentle and beautiful eyes.

“I wanted you to know the truth, Killua,” Gon said and the soft way he spoke Killua’s name made something inside his chest shudder. “So the risk was worth it. I had to tell you that I loved you, not just because you’re my best friend but also because you’re beautiful and smart and funny and deserve everything that’s good in life.”

Killua struggled to inhale. Gon’s breath brushed against his lips and Kilua’s head swam.

Gon said plainly, “I love you. And now, after this, I won’t need a truth potion to prove it.”

Then he kissed Killua’s lips and Killua melted into Gon’s arms.

(continuation here)

Winner takes it all

Winner takes it all

Me and Draco grew up together because our families are friends. And of course, when we both attended Hogwarts and got sorted into Slytherin our families were very happy. We both are each other’s best friends. But the last year I had noticed that my feelings for Draco got stronger, too strong to be a friendship. Luckily 5th year is almost over, so then I can set everything straight.

“Draco” I screamed when he jumped out of a closet. “You almost gave me a heart attack”. “And that will make the score 88 to 89” he said. “Ooh I will win again this year, you just wait. I’m still in the lead” I said. 

At the beginning of our first year ay Hogwarts Draco and me invented a game, The jump scare game. Each time you scared the other you get a point and the person with the most points wins. The loser must do one thing the winner tells them to do, you can’t decline. Last year I won and I let Draco fly around the Quidditch field in his underwear. Now we just have one day left until the end of the game, we always end it one week before OWLS because even the top Slytherin still have to study a little. So, I only had 8 hours to stay in the lead of this competition. “Ooh no I will win this year, and I already have the best challenge for you” Draco said.  “No you won’t” I sang. “Come on get a room you two” Pansy said angry. She bummed my shoulder roughly and walked to her room. 

10 min till midnight (also the end of the game)

I jumped on my bed and when I was ready to call it a victory night, because obviously, I had won again this year, I suddenly heard creepy noises come from under my bed. Slowly I bended down to see where the noises were coming from. I was just inches away from the ground when suddenly Draco’s head popped out from under the bed. “AAAAAAH” I screamed. “Gotcha” Draco grinned. “You son of a” I started. “Now now (Y/N/N) no filthy language needed” Draco mocked. Suddenly the bell of the clock tower sounded, 12 stroked, that means it’s midnight and the game ends. “And now?” I asked. It’s midnight and we have a draw”. “Mhm let me think” Draco said. “What if we do rock paper scissors, winner wins all” He said. “Ok rock, paper, scissors” we said at the same time. I formed a rock, but Draco had paper so I lose. “Damm it” I cursed. “Oke tell me what to do”. “I want you to……. Kiss me” He said with a smirk. He didn’t have to say that twice, I liked him for a long time now. Immediately Draco started to kiss me back. We ended the kiss after a few minutes. “Wow (Y/N)” Draco stutters with a grin.