in case someone gets mad at me

glowpharaoh  asked:

Hey, i was rewatching your heathers animatics and i kinda appreciate that you made heather duke chubby, people always picture characters with bulimia and anorexia ad skinny and frail but i feel like the way you interpreted her helps show that this isn't always the case

im glad u do!! i got someone get mad at me bc i drew her chubby bc she has bullimia but i looked it up even before drawing her like that and? anyone w any body type can have bullimia lmao

Bathroom Boy - Fred Weasley Imagine


Hello could you do a Fred Weasley x reader or use my name (Jess) where Fred refuses to play pranks on the reader and George catches on to why and pulls pranks on the both of them to get them together lots of fluff please and can the reader (Jess) be in Gryffindor please? Thanks in advance
Hey,could you do some Fred x reader,in which he runs into the girl bathroom(could be the prefects bathroom,‘cause you know maybe the marauders map told him the password or something)and then he listen to the reader singing in the shower,and he’s concentrating so much in the singing that he forgets to leave?i know it may be quite difficult LOVE your blog btw❤️❤️❤️

A/n: Finally posting a story after a long period of time! I’m sorry to every single one of my followers for not posting in while. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post another imagine Tuesday just for you guys!

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

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

-Fred Weasley’s POV-

“I’m bored”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure you will!”

~The Next Day~

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

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

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

“Why should I?”

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

“How do you feel?” He asks

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The water stopped running and the curtain opened.

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

~(Y/n)’s POV~

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

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

“I- I’m sorry.” He stuttered

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you looking at?” I joke.


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

“Because your beautiful” I smile at him.

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

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

~The Next Day~

~Fred’s POV~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m really really sorry about yesterday”

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

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

“No, I don’t sing well.”

“Yeah, you do”

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

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

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

“Yeah but your should join.”

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

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

“George!” I yell.

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

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

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

“I love you”

“I love you too, Weasley”


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

Day 11: Is there anything you do that helps keep you grounded?

- I like to write myself a note when I’m in a good mood to remind myself that I am capable of having good moods when I slip into a bad mood and my lack of emotional permanence kicks in.

- Writing always helps, whether I’m writing my feelings or a poem or a story or whatever it might be. Any art form can help, I just find that writing helps me the most

- I also like coloring books, although I’m a perfectionist so these can sometimes stress me out, but most of the time, coloring is very satisfying.

- D I S T R A C T I O N S are hella important. Don’t let yourself sit and dwell on parts of your brain that’ll make your mood worse. I have actually found that despite me usually hating homework and cleaning, they help distract me. When I’m angry I prefer to clean, when I feel myself getting depressed I like to do homework. Manipulate productive things into coping mechanisms. (Easier said than done, I know, but try to work at it to develops a habit of it) That way, you feel better while also completing important tasks and you feel even better bc you get things done.

- I ALWAYS have friends around. Like almost 24 hours every day. (A couple of them live with me) This has kept me from cutting and lifted my mood up quite a lot. So try to have friends around in those moments where you feel like you’re going to relapse if possible.

- Keeping a journal is a great thing to do. You should write when you are happy, depressed, angry, dissociated, whenever. This really helps your emotional permanence bc you can look back on when you were happy. It also helps you realize that problems and feelings are temporary when you go back to when you wrote when you were sad a month or so ago.

- When you feel like you are about to split or you are beginning to get angry, take a walk or a run. Even if you are arguing with someone, just get away from them. Take at least a 15 minute walk. It helps you cool down and it may even change your mind about why you are getting mad or splitting by giving you enough time to realize you are being irrational (if you are, that’s not always the case). I shit you not, this has kept me from decking tf out of so many people including teachers, assistant principals, friends, even my friend’s grandma, etc

- Have your friends write you a loving and supportive letter to you so you can read it when you are in a bad mood or when you feel like they don’t care about you

》I think I’m going to make a part 2 to this someday but reblog with anything you’d like to add that may help people manage their bpd symptoms 💕

BTS Reaction - You’re older than them

Anonymous said: Can I ask for a BTS reaction where they accidentally find out that you’ve been avoiding to tell them your age because you’re like 4 years older than them (after being in a new relationship for a few months)?

Hi! Thank you for clarifying, I edited your ask just a bit ^^ Enjoy!


He saw you texting on your phone that you wanted to tell him that you were older. While you did keep it from him, he’d smirk and just lean over to kiss you.

“That’s not a problem to me, noona.”


You were telling your best friend about how you’d been thinking about telling him that you were a few years his senior. He’d be taken aback, but wouldn’t it as much. He’d wonder why you kept it a secret, and would slightly worry about it until you told him you were just a little afraid he wouldn’t like you as much if you were older than him.

“Wahh, I had no idea. All this time I thought you were younger!”


It would slip out in a joke you made while cuddling on the couch. Most likely, Jimin would get all shy and worried that he offended you or disrespected you in the past. When you explained you weren’t mad when he called you by your name without any formalities, he’d laugh and things would go back to normal.

“Ah…noona. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, I’m the one who didn’t tell you. I got scared.”


He’d overhear one of the his band mates talking about how you told them you were older than Jin. He’d flat out be shocked. He was always the older one, always the “mother hen” of the people around him. He’d smile after a minute and tell you how it won’t change things between you two.

“Hey…it won’t be so bad being the one who’s being taken care of now.”


Your sister would be over for a visit and she would bring it up without thinking. I think Suga would be the only one out of the bunch to get mad. He’d feel a little..fooled. Not fooled, but he thinks he should have known from the beginning. After talking it out, he’d understand that you were just scared he wouldn’t like you anymore, which wasn’t the case. Everything would go right back to normal.

“Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?”


When you met his parents, his mom would ask you privately. Tae would overhear, but be happy. His parents would be happy as well, because he had someone to take care of him. His dad was always worried that he would get himself into trouble.

“I’m glad it’s you, Y/N. But, when were you gonna tell me?”


Jimin would let “noona” slip one day, and Jungkook would make his “Jungshook” face and ask you to go talk privately. He was used to being babied, and hadn’t even wondered if you were older, younger, or the same age. 

On saying sorry.

Eehhh a bit of a personal post. I’d appreciate if you didnt reblog this.
But Im sure most of you probably know I say sorry a lot. At least those who know me. And a lot of times I get ‘Why are you sorry?” 
And sometimes I freeze up because there…really isnt anything to be sorry about but well I guess heres an explanation why.

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[INTERVIEW] Zion.T Responds To Claims That He Dissed K-Pop Idols In “Complex”

In the wake of criticism that his lyrics in “Complex” (featuring G-Dragon) allegedly diss idols, Zion.T has explained that it is not true.

In the song, Zion.T says, “I wish I were an idol / Someone handsome who can dance / ‘Cause you just have to write songs about love / ‘Cause if you can’t sing you can take it off.”

Zion.T explained, “The lyrics aren’t belittling idols. I hope that there’s no misunderstanding. I saw comments, and I think in most cases it was idol fans getting mad. It’s a fact that idols endure years of training to make it through all the industry competition and debut. I respect that. I’m not an idol; our paths are different. There’s no reason for me to put idols down.”

Zion.T also spoke about why his album got delayed and the meanings behind his songs “Complex” and “Sorry” from the album “O O.”

It's kinda​ obvious, actually

Newt is not very good reading people, he’s an expert in magical creatures, sure, but that’s it. People are complicated because they are unpredictable, they usually say the opposite of what they're​ feeling or prefer to remain silent about their thoughts.

So Newt has given up on them for a long time. He has decided to focus only on his creatures. But sometimes, like now, he thinks he can guess what a particular person is thinking, sure he’s not Queenie Goldstein, but he can interpret certain behavior and make a quick deduction of it. It must be like he does with his creatures, right?

So he truly believes he has gotten it right this time. He’s sure Percival Graves hates him. He doesn’t know why though, but he knows the Director does not like him at all.

And he has plenty of evidence to support that fact.

It’s been from the beginning. When he arrived MACUSA looking for Tina, he found the man on his way to Tina’s office and introduced himself with a smile on his face. But Graves looked at him almost in shock and didn’t shake the hand Newt was offering. So Newt decided to turn around and run away from him.

So he has decided to avoid him as much as possible.


Newt accepts the job Picquery offers him because he enjoys being in New York and really likes being around Tina, Queenie and Jacob. But part of him thinks it’s a very bad idea.

Because when he goes to the President’s office, she’s not the only one in there, Graves is standing in a corner watching the whole exchange.

“What do you think, Mr Scamander?” Seraphina Picquery asks with a particularly​ kind smile on her face. Every now and then her glance lands on something behind Newt and he’s sure she’s looking at Graves.

“I-I mean… I appreciate your offer, but I have to travel constantly because of what I do and I don’t think I can stay in just one-” Newt gasps, because suddenly Mr Graves apparates beside him, so close he can feel the heat coming from his body. After the corner of his eye, he notices the wizard is tense. He has the impression is because Graves doesn’t want him there.

Picquery looks at the Director and rolls her eyes before glancing back at Newt.

“Don’t worry, Mr Scamander. You'll​ be free to go when you need to, just make sure to inform… Mr Graves before you go and return to your duties in MACUSA as soon as you can,” she says.

“Really?” Newt is so excited because no one has been this comprehensive before. He has been able to get a stable job because of that. Theseus will be so happy to hear that. “Well… if that’s the case… I accept.”

Graves relaxes or maybe that’s just Newt’s imagination playing tricks on him.

“Great, now Mr Graves will show you around and he’ll tell you about your duties,” she says and waves her hand. “You two are dismissed.”

When they’re alone though, Newt doesn’t let Graves talk, he refuses to be a bother and doesn’t want the Director to hate him more than he already does.

“Don’t worry, Mr Graves, I’ll ask Tina,” he tells him and he's​ sure it’s the right decision because the man frowns as soon as he finishes to talk.

He walks away, he definitely doesn’t run this time.


Newt’s given an office near Graves’, but he doesn’t use it, he spends the majority of his time with Tina. Or at least he used to until Graves shows up in the office and basically yanks him away from there.

“You enjoy being a distraction, don’t you Mr Scamander?” Graves asks and it’s the first time Newt sees the way his lips are quirking up. He wonders if the man is mocking him.

“N-no, of course not!” He gasps almost offended.

Graves laughs and Newt manages not to look as shocked as he feels.

“Well… Since you seem to despise being in your own office, how about you become my own… distraction for the rest of the day?”

Newt blushes and avoids his eyes. He feels his cheeks burning; he’s aware that Mr Graves only wants to be with him to keep an eye on him and his case.

“Alright,” he says, hating the way his voice sounds.

It’s a disaster; his Niffler escapes and takes Graves’ watch and by trying to catch him, Newt ends up falling all over the auror, with the damned thief in his hands, his face inches away from the Director and their legs intertwined. He tries to move away, but it’s very difficult with the creature in his hands. Newt suddenly feels Graves’ wand poking his leg.

He stops when two hands grab his hips almost possessively. Newt looks up and notices Graves flushed face and the way his eyes are closed and his teeth are gritted.

He must be furious.

“Please, Newt… stop,” Graves gasps.

It’s the first time he has called him by his given name.

Newt does as he’s told and Graves opens his eyes and stares at him for a couple of seconds before rolling them both over so he’s the one on top.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.

Newt blushes. Graves is definitely mad at him, only this time he doesn’t blame him.

“I’m sorry,” Newt says and he really means it.

Instead of rising, Graves leans in. Newt thinks he’s going to yell at him, but then someone knocks and the Director is suddenly standing beside him. Newt doesn’t notice when the man offers him a hand and he stands on his own, he decides to get in his case with the Niffler.


There’s also the way Graves is always looking at him, it’s an intense gaze that doesn’t go away unless someone else snaps the Director out of it.

It happens also when they are on a meeting and Newt wishes Graves stopped because he’s just everyone knows by now their Director is not a fan of his.

One day while he’s feeding his creatures, Tina reminds him they have to go to a meeting, he says he knows and he’ll be there, the problem is Dougal is not feeling well, so he stays until the demiguise falls asleep.

He’s late for the meeting, but he manages to sneak in the room without anyone noticing… The problem is that Graves is the one speaking at the moment and he stops once his eyes land on Newt and follow him around the place until the younger wizard sits next to Tina.

Newt can feel all the eyes on him, but he refuses to move his gaze from his own hands on his lap.

“You were saying, Mr Graves?” Madam Picquery clears her throat.

“Oh, yes, about the information we got from the goblin,” the auror continues, looking flustered for some reason.

He avoids Newt’s eyes for the rest of the meeting.


“You couldn’t be more mistaken, sweetie,” Queenie comments during lunch.

Newt blushes, he has been thinking about Graves and how much the man dislikes him.

“It’s quite the opposite, actually,” the witch giggles.

Newt looks at her, confused. What does she mean by the opposite?

He doesn’t believe her. Because if Graves doesn’t hate him then why he’s so grumpy all the time Newt’s around?

Like when Tina and him were talking about Dougal’s sickness and she hugged him to cheer him up and Graves just glared at them for a couple of seconds.

Or when Richards thanked him for helping him with pixies on his kitchen. He kissed him on the forehead while telling him he was the best thing on earth.

Newt swears he heard Graves growling behind them.

“Well… darling while I agree Mr Graves was definitely angry I can assure you he was not angry with you,” Queenie tells him with a mischievous grin on her face.

Newt doesn’t believe her.


Graves is usually opposed to the idea of letting Newt to go out and help them arrest wizards. But sometimes he has to, when there are dangerous creatures involved and he’s the only one who knows how to control them.

Graves stays close to him all the time though and they start to make a oddly good team.

That is until Newt disobeys one of the Director’s orders and runs towards the wampus to try to heal him. He manages to do it eventually, but not without getting himself injured. It’s not something to worry about, but Graves loses it, he rushes towards him. Newt tries to move, arguing he’s perfectly fine, but the auror keeps him in place, grabbing him by the waist.

“You’re hurt,” he almost growls, angry and scared.

Newt opens his mouth to protest, but the wizard bares his teeth at him.

“Don’t move until I tell you to,” he hisses and starts to check his wounds. But even though he looks irritated, his hands are gentle and kind when he starts to mutter healing spells.

When he finishes he presses their foreheads together and stares at Newt in the eyes. He looks calmed, but there’s a fierce determination in his face.

“If you do something as reckless as you did today, if you keep not caring about your own life, I swear Newt I’ll take you to my home and lock you in my bedroom forever, are we clear?” Graves​ whispers and the only thing Newt manages to do is nod.


When they have news about Grindelwald’s followers, Graves starts behaving even weirder than before.

He seems to appear anywhere Newt is at the time and looks at him like he wants to learn him by heart.

Then, one night, when he's​ about to go with the Goldsteins, Graves corners him. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days and the desperation on his face is almost palpable.

“Move in with me,” he gasps, the words come out of his mouth like something between an order and a plea.

“What?” Newt squeaks and he blushes when the auror leans in, burning his face in the crook of Newt’s neck.

“Please,” he begs this time. “Or at least allow me to follow you, to put a protection charm around you or just let me… please.”

Newt blinks a few times, before making sure he’s not dreaming.

“You’re… worried?” He asks and when he sees Graves nod he adds: “But I thought you hated me!”

“Hate you?” Graves looks up and frowns. “Who told you that? Newt, I’ve been in love with you since I met you!”

“Oh…” It’s everything he says. His heart is beating inside his chest like a drum.

“And I thought it was obvious,” Graves continues, amused.

Newt chuckles, flustered. Graves seems encouraged by his reaction because he kisses him on the neck, tracing a path up to his lips. But he stops before kissing his mouth and waits for permission.

Newt whines out of impatience and closes the distance between them. Graves moans and licks his lower lip until the younger wizard parts his lips.

“Move in with me?” Graves asks again, taking the man by the waist and pulling him closer.

“Yes,” Newt answers, breathless. “But we’ll definitely have to talk about those protection charms. Because I don’t need them.”

“Fine, my darling,” Graves purrs and Newt almost melts at the word. “But then you’ll have to let me be with you all the time, so I can protect you myself.”

“That’s not necessary, Percy,” he gasps, distracted by Percival’s teeth on his neck.

“It is, but we’ll discuss it later,” the auror whispers.

Newt sighs, knowing that man will drive him insane. What he just got himself into?

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Word Count: 1188

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF 

Request: Hi could you do a song preference using Baby it’s Cold Outside with reader x peter?

Authors Note: Ok so funny story I was actually planning on writing this but once I saw your ask I knew it was fate. I guess great minds think alike ;) Anyway I hope you like it!


I really can’t stay (Baby it’s cold outside)

I’ve got to go away (Baby it’s cold outside)

This evening has been (Been hoping that you’d drop in)

So very nice (I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice)

“Peter I should really be going,” you said still laying on your boyfriend’s chest.

“No, stay,” Your boyfriend whined as you started to get up.

Grabbing your things, you began to walk out of Peter’s room before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Stopping in your place, you laughed as your boyfriend buried his head in the crook of your neck.

“Peter,” you giggled as he tightened his grip on you, “It’s late.”

“But (Y/N) I don’t want you to leave,” he mumbled into your neck.

“It’s getting late Pete,” You said gesturing to the time.

“Too bad.”

Rolling your eyes, Peter turned you around to face him before placing his lips on yours. Even after dating your boyfriend for so long Peter still knew how to make you feel weak in the knees. Putting your hands on his face, your boyfriend broke the kiss only to grab your hands quickly.

“Your hands are freezing, they’re like ice cubes,” he said trying to warm your hands up.

“Ice cubes?” You laughed as you pulled him in for another kiss.

My mother will start to worry (Beautiful, what’s your hurry?)

Father will be pacing the floor (Listen to the fireplace roar)

So really I’d better scurry (Beautiful, please don’t hurry)

“My mom is going to start worrying soon,” You mumbled against Peter’s lips while breaking the kiss.

“You’re in a hurry,” Peter laughed.

“Well, when your father will literally leave a dent in the floor from pacing you would hurry.”


“I need to go Peter.”

Just as you began to leave again, your boyfriend grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto the bed. Laughing as you hit the bed, Peter hovered above you as you stuck your tongue out at him.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as your face went red.

“Right back at ya handsome,” You winked.

I’ve got to get home (Oh, baby, you’ll freeze out there)

Say, lend me your coat (It’s up to your knees out there)

Turning your head over to the window you noticed that it was actually snowing. Sitting up on the bed, you gave Peter a quick kiss and tried to get off his bed. Once again Peter grabbed onto you tightly and showed no signs of stopping.

“I’ve got to get home before it gets bad,” You said.

“Babe you’ll freeze out there,” Peter said pointing to your hoodie that you brought.

“Ok, I can’t predict the weather Spidey. Now if you’re so worried about me freezing I’ll just borrow one of your coats.”

“But,” Peter began to say before walking over to the window, “the snow is up to people’s knees.”

“Really?” You asked as you peeked outside of the window. “Babe it’s just a few inches stop lying.”

“(Y/N) I don’t want you to get a cold, or slip and fall, or-”

“Peter,” You said shaking your boyfriend. “I live ten minutes away I’ll survive.”

There’s bound to be talk tomorrow (Think of my lifelong sorrow)

At least there will be plenty implied (If you caught pneumonia and died)

“Nope you’re staying and I’ll text your mom,” Peter said while grabbing your phone.

“I’m going to see you tomorrow,” You said trying to grab your phone.

Then just ask you were about to grab your phone Peter shot his web shooter at the ceiling. As he stood there upside down you groaned in annoyance.

“Parker,” You grumbled, “Give me back my damn phone.”

“Hold on I’m still texting your mom,” he began as he typed away, “I’m trying to convince her that you could get Pneumonia and in some cases die. So it would be best for you to stay here for the night.”

“Are you trying to give my mom a heart attacked!” You yelled as your boyfriend just chuckled.

“I’ve met your mother she’ll be fine.”

Soon enough, Peter came down from the ceiling and handed you your phone. Taking your phone out of his hands you huffed with annoyance. Turning away from your boyfriend, you felt him grabbing your waist and pulling you closer for the hundredth time tonight.

“Is someone mad at me?” He teased.

“Yes,” You huffed.

“Well I did it out of love because if that actually happened I don’t know what I would do without you,” he said as you turned to face him.

“Peter you won’t lose me that easy,” You said as your eyes soften before burying your face into his neck.  

“God I love you,” he whispered before kissing your head.

Before you could say anything, your phone buzzed from a text from your mom. Picking it up and reading it, you gasped in surprised that your boyfriend’s scheme actually worked.

“Holy shit she actually agreed with you.”

“Wait really?” Peter asked with excitement growing in his voice.

“Yes,” You chuckled before showing him the text.

Letting out a cheer, your boyfriend tackled you into a hug. In the process of him doing this, however, Peter misjudged where is bed ended and fell off while taking you with him. Once you two hit the floor, giggles filled the room as clutched your stomach.

“Are you two ok in there,” Aunt May said popping her head in.

“Yeah just took a tumble there,” I laughed as Peter sat up.

“May (Y/N) can stay over, right? It’s snowing and her mom said it’s fine,” You boyfriend asked.

“It’s fine with me but you two better not have sex,” Aunt May joked as Peter’s mouth fell open.

“May!” He yelled as she laughed leaving the room.

Oh, baby, it’s cold outside

Oh, baby, it’s cold outside

“I-I’m sorry about that,” Peter said as you continued laughing.

“No it’s ok at least I stay over now. Is the Spider-Baby happy now?”

“Oh ha ha,” he said rolling his eyes.

Standing up, Peter helped you up before the two of you sat back down on the bed. Yawning you rested your head against his chest as your boyfriend laughed

“Oh come on Spider-Baby is good one,” You mumbled.

“Someone’s sleepy,” Peter said as you nodded.

“I’m also cold,” you added.

“Well baby it’s cold outside,” Peter began as you looked up at him with puppy eyes. “You want to wear one of my sweatshirts don’t you?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’m not going to get this back am I?” Your boyfriend asked as he handed you a sweatshirt.

Nodding your head yes, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as Peter turned off the lights. Yawning once more, you got under the covers and made yourself comfortable.

“You better not hog the blankets,” Peter said getting into bed next to you.

“No promises,” You laughed before snuggling into his chest.

As Peter played with your hair, you felt your eyes grow heavy. Smiling to yourself you closed your eyes and finally let sleep take over you.

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Us Against the World

Summary: Reader is a muggleborn Slytherin that becomes friends with Newt.  Newt meets Leta and doesn’t realize that Leta bullies the reader because of her heritage. I will say that Newt is a little OOC, but I couldn’t help it >.> (This is so bad and also my first attempt at any fanfic so don’t kill me….please leave tips of how I can better my writing! Thanks)

Warning: Some mention of torture: Crucio is used, as well as beating.

Originally posted by preshfinn

“Y/N! Wait up!”  You turn around to see your best friend stumbling through the hallways, face flushed as he tried to catch up with you.  With his Hufflepuff tie askew, he stopped in front of you to regain his breath. 

“Come on Newt! We’re going to be late to potions, and you know the Professor hates it when I’m late!” you scold as you fix his tie. 

“Thanks Y/N” he says blushing as you rush to the classroom. You both take your seat in the middle expectantly waiting for the Professor to start his lecture.  

“Good morning class.  Today we will begin working on Dreamless Drought with assigned partners. The list of partners are on my desk, take a look and sit with them.  The potion is on page 254. You may begin.” The Professor disdainfully looked at the students. “Remember - switching partners is not permitted.” With that he took a seat behind his desk watched the students carefully.  

You went up to scan the list looking for your name as well as Newt’s. And that was when a perfectly good day ended up going downhill. 

Y/N L/N - Melissa Bones
Newt Scamander - Leta Lestrange 

Melissa was a nice enough girl, a Ravenclaw that didn’t care whether you were a Muggleborn or a Slytherin seeing that you were one of the few that actually took studying seriously.  The only problem was Leta. The girl that only existed to make your life a living hell. 

First Year:

You walk into the common room, excited to meet those who were ambitious and cunning enough to make it into the prestigious house of Salazar Slytherin. 

“Hello, my name is Y/N nice to meet you all.” you introduce yourself to a group of girls.  The ring leader stood up and asked one question that would determine the rest of your Hogwarts life: 

“Leta Lestrange. Parents muggle or pure?”

You nervously glance up to the slightly taller girl. “Well both of my parents are muggles, but they thought it was amazing that I got into such a distinguished school.” 

“Just as I thought” she sneered, “you’re nothing but a filthy mudblood.  Mudbloods have no place here.”

For years to come, you would be harassed by your peers. By Slytherins because you were a mudblood and by the rest of the school because you were a Slytherin. Then you met Newt.  He was your bright light at Hogwarts. The one that didn’t really know what was going on, but was there for you regardless. You had run into him while hiding in the hippogriff stall, trying to hide from your classmates, and taking comfort in the majestic beasts that stood tall and proud. You had seen Newt before in some of your class, never really noticing, but the day he happened upon you was the day your friendship started. “H-h-hello, my n-name is Newt.” As time went on he eventually got over his adorable stutter to speak in confidence around you. 

You snap back to reality as you realize your other classmates want to see who they were paired up with.  As soon as Little-Miss-Pureblood saw who she was partnered with, she gave a nasty smirk that promised to take the one good thing away from you. 

Melissa set up the the cauldron as you gathered the ingredients walking past Leta’s attempt at flirting with Newt. Anger clouded your mind because Newt didn’t deserve to be dragged into her schemes.  Normally you would struggle with picking ingredients, but the one good thing that came from your anger was awareness.  You walk back to the potion Melissa was monitoring and simmered with it, as you watched Leta whisper in Newt’s ear. Naturally your group finished the potion first, allowing for the two of you to leave early. You decided to go the library, seeing that both you and Newt had a free period after Potions and usually went to the library to relax.  

Engrossed in a large book about the social customs of centaurs, you were startled by Newt excitedly placing his book bag next to you, radiating  enthusiasm.  “Y/N, you never told me Leta was interested in magical creatures as well! She’s so smart and pretty and-”

You blocked off his praises of Leta to force the tears trying to escape your eye back in. You had always had a crush on the shy, sensitive Hufflepuff, and this hurt more than anything you had felt before.  “Newt, I don’t think you should hang around with her.” you interrupt, not looking him in the eyes.

“W-w-what do you mean? Am I not good enough for her?” 

Your heart broke to hear his insecurity about himself but you pressed on. “No I just don’t think it’s a good idea to hang around with her. If anything you’re too good for her. Besides, it has always been the two of us against the world right?”

Then things began to escalate. This was the first time you had seen Newt angry- and it was at you. “So I can’t have any other friends besides you? Is that what you’re saying?”

“NO! I just don’t think you should be friends with her. She’s evil and a bully. She bullies me

“Don’t be horrible Y/N! Just because you don’t want me to be friends with her doesn’t mean you have to lie. Besides you can’t decide who I can be friends with and who I can’t be!”

With that he snatched his things and stormed away.  You sigh and put your head down, your eyes watering as you realize you may have lost your one friend at Hogwarts.  

That night as you went to your dorm, Leta stopped you.  “Awww is the little mudblood sad that her pathetic Hufflepuff is mad at her? Just when I thought you couldn’t be anymore pitiful you surprise me.”

You decided to walk away, knowing any violence you did would be turned against you no matter what. You do, however, create a shield around yourself just in case someone tried anything when your back was turned. Sure enough, a spell went ricocheting back, hitting the wall. You turn and smirk, your mask fully in place as you climb up the stairs. “I might be a pitiful little mudblood Leta, but I’m sure it’s better than being an inbred cow that is getting lower grades than this pitiful mudblood.” You disappear into your room, mask shattering as you relieve the day’s events. 

The next day Newt didn’t even look at you, instead preferring to sit with Leta in all of your classes. You decided to skip lunch, unable to deal with seeing Newt and Leta. 

You sit under an oak tree, soaking in sun as you started on your homework.  It was a rare moment of peace, seeing that everyone was at lunch, so being productive was easy.  

The bell rang signalling the end of lunch.  You sigh and pack your things, ready to go to Charms, one of the few classes you didn’t have with Newt, but did have with Leta.  All through out the class Leta had been give you glances that spelled revenge for the comments made the other night.  She had the motto that no one made a fool out of her, she made a fool out of everyone else. You ignored her and went on practicing the charms assigned to you. When the class finally ended, you packed quickly, ready to leave your last class of the day.  You ran through the hallways, always looking behind to make sure no one was following you.  When you finally reached your deserted corridor, you relaxed.  

“Hem hem”

You whip around to see Leta and her little gang of cowards blocking the entrance. 

“Do you know how much a dear you little Hufflepuff is mudblood? He gave away all of your little secrets for the sake of a little kiss. Could you believe it? I mean, how feeble-minded can you get?” 

“Don’t you dare talk about him like that you-you-little good for nothing-”

“Now I believe that you might want to rethink your next words dear mudblood.  You see, I think you’ve been getting too relaxed around us and I think we need to teach you a lesson.” 

Newt had been walking to your secret corridor to apologize for yelling, and to see if you would accept him back, even though he had kissed Leta Lestrange.  He reached the corridor and saw you cornered by Leta and her friends.  Catching the end of the conversation he turned deathly pale, frozen with shock. 


You made a whimper but other than that you didn’t make a sound. The feeling pain filled your soul, but you were use to it. You were use to the feeling of intense agony by fourth year.  

Leta ended the spell and turned to her minions. “Have at her boys.”

The rest of the Slytherins beat you, causing your crimson blood to stain the floor.  They soon left, which was the thing Newt needed to unfreeze and run towards you. “Y/N! Y/N please!” 

You lift your head and saw the blurry figure of your best friend, your love.  With a sigh you closed your eyes and gave into the blackness you had been fighting.

When you woke, you realized you were in the Room of Requirement, something Newt and yourself had discovered in your 2nd year. You raised your head and saw Newt consulting some medical books the room had given him.  

“Y/N! Y-y-you’re awake! I would have taken you to the H-h-hospital Wing, but this was c-c-closer so I thought that it would be b-better to clean you up, and then take you there.”

“No Hospital Wing” you groan as you get up. 

“W-w-what? These injuries are serious Y/N! You need to go there!”

“Just give me my wand Scamander. Please.” 

Just as you thought, the sound of his last name coming from your mouth, jolted him into obeying you. He numbly gave you your wand, and you began casting spells that would reset your bones and clean the blood off of your face.

“Tergo. Episkey.” 

You wince as the spells take effect, but the routine was normal to you. 

Newt watched in sorrow as he started to realize why you were so good at healing spells.  “H-how long has this been g-going on?”

“Since my 1st year” you respond blandly. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me before?” he asked, hurt. 

“I didn’t want to worry you.  And besides its not as if you believed me anyways.”

“I’m so so sorry, Y/N.” He looked me in the eyes, his filled with anguish and yours blocked, mask in place. 

You didn’t respond, but allowed Newt to take you to his dorm, so you wouldn’t have to go back to Slytherin. 

The two of you never spoke about what happened, afterwards, but slowly, your heart couldn’t let you not be friends with Newt. Your friendship gradually built up, and when Newt got himself expelled you got yourself expelled as well to go with him, and it was once more the two of you against the world. 


ROSE REVIEWS… THE X-FILES - S1.E5: The Jersey Devil

<< 1.4 Conduit —————————————- 1.6 Shadows >>

I was feeling snarky so decided to unwind with another of my very serious and scholarly X-Files recaps. The Jersey Devil is one of my more favourite S1 episodes because of the number of ridiculous things that happen…but how did it stand up to my vague attempts to quantify my love of this show rigorous scoring rubric? Find out under the cut with gifs and random unconnected observations galore…

Laugh now Scully… while you can…

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It’s a shame that in this fandom people actually try to make people feel guilty for getting tickets to shows. I won’t post the messages, but to the people who sent me ones I will say this. I work my ass off for the money I make for tickets to shows, I made sure that I was able to be set up enough to have a chance ex. multiple devices and even had a friend sign up in case I didn’t get a code. Yes, it is unfortunate that not everyone was able to get tickets, but to actually be mad enough at someone because they’re going to two shows to send them rude anonymous messages is ridiculous.

I do not feel guilty for going to two shows. I will not being selling a ticket for one of them because I have a ticket to another.

Harry will tour again and more people will get to see him. This is not the end of him touring.


tfw otabek looks so much like shiro to you that you actually edit shiro’s scar onto his face

btw here’s a link to where you can buy a version of yuuri’s phone case! buy it for yourself or a friend during the holidays :) 

click through for captions ;)

everyones getting on our collective cases for “spamming” on the Other App so i got mad bc trans sherlock is important to me so i wrote this thing:

“Sherlock is actually a girls name” isn’t just a joke. Sherlock Willow Holmes was born in a world that didn’t quite get his name should really be William.
As a little boy, bounding around the garden and getting dirt on his dresses and bee embroidered overalls, he loudly proclaimed himself “Bluebeard the pirate!” and didn’t care about what gender someone “had” to be to have a beard.
Looking up to his big brother Mycroft, Sherlock wanted to be Just Like Him one day, in every way.
From ages 3 to 11 he wanted to be called Willy, and didn’t understand why people snickered.
When Carl Powers died he didn’t understand why people told him “this is no business for a little girl to be concerned with”.
When redbeard died he wore a suit and tie to the backyard funeral.

PSA: Mental Illness and Magic

Friendly reminder that mental illness is not magical. I’ve had words with many people about this before, most of them folks who either a) have no experience with mental illness, or b) are mentally ill and refuse to get treatment, and use this premise as an excuse. Mostly the former, actually. I know about this. As my URL might indicate, I myself am mentally ill. What’s more, I have “the big one.” I won’t name the actual disorder, but it’s not easily treated and has probably more negative stereotypes surrounding it than any other (it’s not a contest, though, and all mentally ill people face unique challenges).

My erstwhile superior, who I wrote about in my recent posts, did not react well to my telling him that I have a mental illness. He immediately encouraged me to stop taking my medication, and gave various reasons for why this was a good idea, including the cost factor (this was when I had different insurance and had difficulty affording the stuff). He also implied (well, outright stated) that my illness might be a sign of intense creativity/intelligence/whatever. This is interesting in light of what he said yesterday, but that’s beside the point.

This is a common viewpoint in the metaphysical community, and to a lesser extent, the world at large. I’ve encountered it almost every time some practitioner finds out I’m diagnosed. They begin by saying something like, “Well, probably it’s just that you see through the veils to true reality.” or “You must be an indigo and don’t realize it yet!” They then move forward to imply that I should go off my medication, saying things like, “The Man has you hooked on pills to control you - break free!” or mumbling that it’s calcifying my pineal gland or whatever. 

What might be even more annoying is those folks who are willing to admit that, well, mental illness isn’t a good, mystical thing, but who don’t understand the need for proper treatment that works. “Have you tried meditation?” or “Maybe do a banishing ritual?” This is kind of thing is harmful, though the advice is often good (meditation does help me), because the insinuation is that I should drop actual medical treatment. These people are not doctors, not even therapists, and usually only have second-hand knowledge of things.

There’s also the fact that, while it isn’t the case for me (my teenage years cured me of this), telling someone to go off their medication can instigate them doing just that, often without the guidance of a doctor, which can be dangerous, even deadly. I’m not saying medication is the be-all end-all of psychiatric treatment, only that it works for me, and it’s a Bad Idea to try to get someone to go off their meds solely because you don’t understand how such things work. 

So, yes, this attitude is harmful and needs to stop. Thank you for your time.

anonymous asked:

Hello hello! Your fic recs are the absolute best. I know it's probably cliche, but I'm a sucker for cliches-got any bodyguard AUs?

Hi thanks ! I have absolutely nothing against cliché :) But tbh I have read only 2 Bodyguard AU. So I’m gonna link you to some others too but can’t promise if they’re any good ;)

- Forever Yours  : Louis is a mega-star with a problem. Harry is hired as his bodyguard. Despite an immediate attraction to one another, they clash as soon as they meet. (40k)

- Without You I’ll Never Make It Out Alive  : a Bodyguard Harry/Football Louis AU where Louis isn’t even gay at all but somehow Harry is too gorgeous with his endless legs and bouncy curls and Louis just can’t resist. From there on, chaos and love ensues. (200k)

- King and Lionheart  : Prince Louis Tomlinson is the first out gay monarch in his small country’s history. After facing a failed attack in town, he understands why. Expect the unexpected seems applicable, but nothing could have prepared him for his own mother’s reaction – a bodyguard by the name of Harry Styles. Alternatively titled: A Prince and His Bodyguard  (30k)

Bodyguard  :  Louis was sure Harry was doing everything on purpose. He just couldn’t find a solid reason why.If it was to make the singer slightly uncomfortable, it worked. If it was to sexually frustrate him, it worked. And if it was to make him flustered, it worked too. Everything worked and Louis really needed to find a way to wank, his balls were going blue.or AU where Harry is Louis’ bodyguard and really, Louis was fucked since the beginning. (17k)

- It is what it is  : From the outside 21 year old Louis Tomlinson, the Prime Minister’s youngest child and only son has the perfect life. On the inside its a different story.Harry Syles is The Prime Ministers main Bodyguard, when Louis is threatened and his life is put in danger Harry is assigned to protect Louis.When the threats become even more sinister and Louis and Harry start to develop feelings for each other, things become dangerous for them both. Can they make it work between them? will their feelings for each other get in the way? They say love is blind but it is what it is……. (37k)

Also I don’t know if you can read Ziam, but the best Bodyguard Au is :

- Tunnel Vision  : In which Zayn is an award-winning popstar with a knack for getting himself in trouble, and Liam is the bodyguard he didn’t want to hire who has a few problems with staying professional. (90k)

Update !

- If I Should Stay : Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard.  Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.  A fic loosely based on the classic 1992 movie The Bodyguard. (31k)

- You Took My Heart By Surprise: There is reason to believe Prince Harry’s life is in danger. After a failed kidnapping attempt, Louis is assigned to guard Harry around the clock. He is the best at what he does, but he has a tendency to not get along with clients. Louis and Harry start off on the wrong foot, but it soon becomes clear that neither is at all what the other expected.~*~*~ Queen Anne met Louis’ eyes. “While your file documents many remarkable accomplishments, it also contains a number of early terminations. Why is that?”  “It all depends on what your priorities are,” he said slowly. “If your primary concern is protection, I’m your guy. If you’re looking for someone polite…” He shrugged. “I don’t generally try to be rude, but social graces aren’t what I’m being paid for. If someone values being sucked up to over being protected, that’s their problem.”  “You seem quite well-mannered,” Anne said, frowning.Both Nick and Louis snorted at that. “You’ve only known me for ten minutes,” Louis said. “Give it time.” (40k)

- Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be)   : when a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.  (58k)

(Last update on April 4th 2017)


fanart cr: seonmuriya (thanks for allowing me sweetie)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8


Members : All of BTS

Genre: Pretty much everything fluff, angst including smut of course

Word Count: 1.913


Taking a step back he looks at me up to down as if a lion watching his prey. Then he leaves after throwing a nonchalant smirk at my side.

I take a moment to pull myself together. Still panting I get mad at myself. Why are you so weak for him? Why did you even let him to touch you? This is no good… He is no good… I change my skirt with a longer one and hiss at myself for doing so.

I get out of the room and slam the door. My thoughts are still shattered but I have no time to stay here as the shooting is about to start. The only option is to bury those feelings deep inside at least for now.

I make my way to Jimin as fast as possible. He gently holds my hand, leans in.

“What happened with JungKook.”

His whispers is soft yet firm. I shrug…

“Nothing but why do you want to know?…”

He smiles at me sweetly, smooth chocolatte eyes never leaving mine.

“Alright, take it easy. I was worried because you look pale.”

Although I know it is stupid I use the lighting as an excuse for that. YoonGi comes our way with TaeHyung. Tae gives me a knowing wink before he tells me what to do. I stand there just like as he says, moving my body along with the rythm. Tae playfully frowns at me.

“Sweetie, don’t be like that. You are at a party and girls at the parties are all over their partners…

I laugh, letting the irony show in my voice.

“Well… I am such a party girl see?…”

Jimin’s hands slightly pulls me by my waist. His voice is husky and low.

“Just leave yourself to me… We will be fine.”

I do and that is a mistake. Soon he is too close. His arms are wrapped around my waist and my bum touches his front. Jimin swings me and I am glad to be freed from that position but then he puts his leg between mine.

I take a look at JungKook’s side and see him talking to YeonMi. Why did he drag me down to that damn room and made me wear this skirt if he doesn’t care. Well… We will see. I wrap my arms around Jimin’s neck. When Jimin looks into my eyes and bites those lips my thoughts shift. He grinds his leg between mine and I move my body along. Tae watches us with a proud smile on his face and gestures YoonGi for the cameras. They begin to roll but I can’t pay attention.

Jimin pulls me even closer so there is no space between our boddies. I turn away again but this time get down. Wrapping my arm around his leg I slowly make my way up then turn away. Feeling his hands on my hips I move them with the music. I can feel my bum rubbing his literally hard member. His hand slowly slides down from my side. Just as Jimin burries his head to my neck YoonGi yells cut. Jimin whispers through my ear right before he takes a step back.

“What wouldn’t I give for a lap dance from you…”

I hiss as I roll my eyes.

“You can get it in your dream maybe.”

YoonGi cuts our conversation with a small smile on his face.

“This was way wilder than I thought it would be… Is that ok if I actually use this in the movie?”

I laugh at him and Jimin barges in.

“She got me… Hands down… I couldn’t even concentrate. We may need to do another shoot.”

When he throws me a wide grin I turn away with no response, only to face JungKook’s pitch dark eyes. Welcomed with a stare that sends chills through my spine.

JungKook’s POV

I uncomfortable shift and wake up at the empty half of my bed. Lazily moving my body I get out of the room, looking for her as I am sure she is somewhere around. When I can’t seem to see her I ask Hwan. He gently smiles while answering.

“Ohh miss left very early in the morning.”

So she isn’t here? The disappointment gets over. They all stay and expect some attention from me. Why is she different? Why am I thinking about her right now? I got her so I won the bet. That should be it.

I get ready and make my way to the set. When I first see her she avoids my eyes. Actually she avoids me at all costs but why?I cannot help but wonder if she knows about the bet. I see Jimin making his way to somewhere and tag along. Before I could, he gets to the point.

“She must be mad at you…”

Jimin laughs as he casually pushes his hair from his face with a ignorant stare while going on with his annoying talk.

“Your performance didn’t impress her enough it seems.”

I bury him flashing even a wider grin.

“Thats not the problem… The only problem here is someone with a huge mouth saying unnecessary things.”

Jimin arches his eyebrows at me while fixing his jacket.

“You mean the bet… In that case you shouldn’t have done it.”

My stare is colder than ice and words are sharper than kinfe.

“The bet is off… So shut the fuck up about it.”

Jimin takes a step towards me, eyes glistening.

“Ohhh I will… but not for you Pretty Prince. I will keep quiet for my own sake.”

With that Jimin pasts me with crashing his shoulder. I want to punch him in the face but trying to keep calm. I take a few deep breaths before I fix my tux and get back.

When I see her in that short thing and her tattoo slightly revealed it gets my nerves on for some reason. Whats worse is everyone, including Jimin of course, shamelessly keep eyeing her. I was the first one to see that damn tattoo and I want to keep it that way.

Without thinking twice I grab and drag her to the clothes room. I completely ignore her protests on the way. I push her through the wall and ask. She tries to explain at first but then lifts her head up while looking right into my eyes.

“Do I owe an explanation to you?”

She is so stubborn and I like that. Like that more than I intend to and I know I should not. Still undecided of what to say I look at her confused face. Not just her I am confused too. I speak without thinking as I free my grip on her.

“Its just… Everyone is staring at you, trying to see your tattoo. You said noone saw it before.”

Her hair slightly strewn, falling down through her cheeks. They make the pure look on her face even better.

“Yes you were the first if thats what you want to hear but why does this outfit disturb you?”

Her eyes take me deeper and deeper the more I stare into them. I blurt out even surprising myself.

“Right… Why should I care? When you can’t even stay by the morning.”

She averts her gaze, probably trying to find the words to say.

“Look I had no idea what should I do. I knew this was a one time thing for you and it was not gonna be easy for me to face you.”

The honesty in her voice…No… This isn’t good. A girl captivating me like this? I can’t let that happen. I just do whatever I want and by the morning its goodbye. Trying to come back to my own senses I take a step back. I try to mask my confusion with a smirk and arrogance.

“Well your assumptions were right… I don’t fuck twice… However… You are the first one to walk away from me.”

When she rolls her eyes at me I know that stubborn girl is back and thats better. I tell her to change the skirt but get refused. Well… Noone can refuse me, as long as I don’t want. I push her through the wall and crash our lips. Abusing her soft lips repeatedly. I touch the places I know she is weak. Hearing her moan, seeing her eyes closed… I like that sight. When I feel her warmth and wetness right under my fingertips its too perfect and I would not mind to feel her all over again. Putting on my arrogance I leave her dripping wet and get out or else I am gonna take her right there.  

When I see her with another skirt I am satisfied. However as soon as Jimin comes into my sight the satisfaction gets replaced with dissatisfaction. Pushing my nerves through the edge Jimin is all over her. He is way too close, touching her.

Wait… Am I… Am I jealous? Jealous of a girl that I barely know? I am thinking about knowing more about her? What the hell is wrong with my system? I act abnormal and this needs to end. YeonMi comes my side and I try her as a distraction.

YeonMi’s dress wraps her body and leaves her features as a feast for anyone. Hair and make up is perfectly done but still… Her perfume is too spiced. Her voice is a high pitched chirp which I don’t like. Even her lashes are fake and too long that they disturb me.

I cannot help but take a look at the other side. She looks gorgeous, absolutely stunning. I had better girls then her and I still can but there is something strangely right in her.

Also something wrong at this moment. She is way too close to Jimin. There is no space between their bodies. Why do I hate this? Even YeonMi is not enough to take my mind off there. I give up and face it. I don’t like this so I will do something about it.

I read Jimin’s lips and he says something about lap dance? Bastard… Why does she let him? She turns towards me and our stare meet. She stops looking right into my eyes. We both do not move or say anything.

Its raining outside and she is still there even though everyone left already. I click her window but she ignores me. Trying to start the car again she fails. I open her door impatiently.

“Its not gonna work. I will drive you home.”

Refusing my offer, she shakes her head.

“I will get a taxi…”

I look at her in the eyes, arching an eyebrow.

“You hate me so much that you agree to catch a cold here while waiting for a taxi?”

I finally manage to get her out of the car but she snaps at me.

“Explain this… Why are you here waiting for me? Shouldn’t you be taking care of YeonMi?”

Her voice crack even if she wants to sound strong. I cannot help but grunt my teeth.

“Just don’t…I am here and I will take you home,ok?”

Right then a silver car stops in front of us. The car I know whom it belongs to very well. The black haired middle aged man opens the window of the car with an awkward smile on his face. Its way too early for Ha Joon to be around here. 

“Jeon… You planning to win tonight?”

I hiss at him.

“I am… If you excuse me now.”

Ha Joon grins at me.

“Be nicer kid…Uhh tell you what… Bring that pretty lady and all the deal is done within one hand.”

Soooo hey there x3

yea x3 it is actually still me, the-sinster, aka. sinsy. x3 i just decided that for the people who actually like my art, i’d leave a side page on here for that. cause my art always get’s lost in thousands of reblogs.

So here I am. starting an art tumblr. this is what my life has come to x3 

BUT that does not give you less of a right to send in requests for me to draw someone or something, but please don’t get mad if i don’t finish whatever you request immediatly. I am not a goddess. I cannot draw a lot of shit at once. i want to take time and do my best with each ok? 

and yes i did say requests, and not commitions. I do not acceot money for this, in any case at least not yet. I know i’m not the best artist so please do not try and pay me. I draw cause i love it, not to make a living out of it.

anyway x3 here you go. The-sinster’s art tumblr. 

i will be uploading some stuff sooon as i’m working on a lil project atm. until then, have fun x3 

(BTW yes i know i reblogged all my past art in the wrong order, but I am a lazy piece of ass, so i don’t bother x3)

Identifying and Supporting Abused Children

This is an excerpt from the book I’m writing which I’m posting here since it may help answer a question I just received and hopefully, help in general. This post discusses physical and emotional signs of abuse and therefore, may be triggering, disturbing or upsetting.

As always, nothing stated here constitutes psychological, medical or legal advice, or professional advice of any kind. If someone is in immediate danger, call emergency services in your area.

Warning Signs of Trauma and Abuse in Children

Children who are being abused may exhibit a range of behaviors that indicate trauma in addition to showing physical and emotional signs of mistreatment. These signs are sometimes specific to the type of abuse, but more often than not they occur regardless of the type. Familiarizing yourself with the warning signs may help you in supporting the child. Above all, it’s vital to understand that the child isn’t “being naughty” or “misbehaving”; these things are largely outside of their control and they are trying to cope with enormous pain and fear. 

Physical indicators of abuse include;

Physical abuse

  • physical injuries outside of what is expected for the age and ability (e.g scraped and bruised knees are common in young children, while bruises on the bottom or the insides of the thighs could be signs of abuse), particularly injuries that are at different stages of healing
  • bruises in the shape of handprints, fingerprints or objects
  • injuries consistent with being hit with a hand or objects, being held down etc 
  • injuries to the mouth such as; bruising around the mouth, cuts on the lip, swelling etc
  • Suspicious and recurring injuries in general that the child doesn’t want to talk about, or that the child gives explanations that don’t make sense

Sexual abuse

  • any injury in the genital areas or “swimsuit areas” (penis/vulva, bottom and chest/breasts if applicable) 
  • bleeding from the genital areas
  • difficulty or reluctance to use the toilet 
  • injuries to the mouth, such as; loose teeth, bleeding in the mouth, bruising in and around the mouth, an appearance of “raw” skin inside and around the lips and mouth etc


  • appearing dirty in ways inappropriate for the age and development such as; clothes that haven’t been changed or washed over days, consistently full/dirty nappies in babies and toddlers, matted hair, unbrushed teeth, rashes and lice
  • consistently arriving at school or daycare late and/or without proper clothes, pencils and books, shoes, food etc

Behavioral indicators include;

General signs (all forms of abuse and neglect)

  • Sudden outbursts outside of what is expected at the age and development of the child
  • Episodes of anger/aggression or crying, phobias and anxiety
  • Reluctance to go home 
  • Being withdrawn, not wanting to play with other children or engage in any activities
  • Flinching, being ‘jumpy’ and other signs of hyperarousal 
  • Difficulty concentrating, zoning out, being unresponsive and other signs of dissociation
  • Being overly friendly with strangers; attachment that develops quickly or indiscriminately
  • Difficulty in academia, particularly a sudden decline in academic performance
  • Talk of suicide or self harm
  • Phobias and/or anxiety that inhibit the child’s life and are not age appropriate
  • Discussing “adult” topics that are inappropriate for the child’s age e.g. explicit discussions of sex or drug use
  • Regressing after reaching developmental milestones 

Physical and sexual abuse

  • Inappropriate behaviour with other children or adults, such as violence or sexual conduct
  • Difficulty controlling toileting; wetting or soiling the bed at night and/or clothes during the day when the child has already been toilet trained
  • Regression; suddenly wanting a bottle, a pacifier or nappies after outgrowing these things, not being able to do things the child could previously do such as walk and talk
  • Saying “odd” things that may be disclosure, e.g. “Daddy hit Mummy” “Mummy yells at me” 
  • Difficulty or reluctance to engage in social activities, school work and the like

What to do when a child shows signs of being abused is a difficult question. We know that State involvement often makes things worse rather than better, and a child may feel betrayed if a caregiver discloses the abuse without their consent. How to act upon warning signs or disclosure of abuse is a huge topic with many variables, so I can’t give just one answer that will apply to everyone. What is important in all cases however is to tell the child before you act, and to assure them that what’s happening is not their fault; both the abuse and their reaction to it. Gently encouraging them to talk without pressuring them can help kids know they’re not alone. 

Supporting Abused/Traumatized Children


If you suspect that a child is being neglected, consider approaching their primary caregiver and striking up a conversation. Neglect can often occur when parents are unable to meet their children’s needs rather than unwilling (though the latter definitely happens sometimes too). It’s best to avoid words like abuse and neglect and instead consider how you might be able to support the family. If the family receives support, they may then be able to care for the child properly. Neglect can occur for a variety of reasons, such as: the parent/s are disabled or caring for another child or family member who is; one or both parents has an untreated mental illness; the primary caregiver is experiencing intimate partner violence or family violence; the family is dealing with homelessness, housing instability and/or poverty and is either too busy to care for the child due to work or unable to provide their basic needs (housing, food etc).

Experiencing or witnessing violence


Supporting children who are currently living in abusive homes is a challenge. How we can support them will depend largely on the nature of the abuse, the age of the child and your relationship with them.

If a child tells you that something is wrong at home, its of the utmost important that you believe them and take them seriously. You may be the only adult they ever tell, and if you dismiss them, they may never reach out again. All too often, kids are dismissed as “making up stories” and “trying to get attention”. In truth, disclosure of abuse is almost always truthful and it is absolutely inexcusable to dismiss them.

Children may say things such as “Daddy hit Mummy and made Mummy cry” or “when Mum gets mad, she smacks me”. These statements are clear indicators of abuse, however, young children may not have the words to describe what they’re experiencing. This is often the case regarding sexual violence; children often don’t know the names of their genitals or understand what contact is appropriate and what is not. A young child may say “Daddy touched my flower” if this is how their parents refer to their vulva for example. If something sounds strange, gently prompt the child for more details. Refrain from making accusations or disparaging the abuser, and if you need to tell someone what’s going on, let the child know first. Maintaining trust is an important component of helping children experiencing violence.


Once abuse has been disclosed, you then have to work out how to address it. If you are a teacher or a health professional, you may be bound by mandatory reporting laws or ethics guidelines for your profession or organization. If not, you’ll have to make a judgement call. Telling the parent(s) that the child has told you about the abuse is not only a betrayal of their trust but can put the child in danger; abusers may punish the child and even abused parents can go to great lengths to prevent children from discussing the situation at home out of fear of how the abuser will react or invoking involvement from the State. 

If a child tells you that one parent is abusing another, you may be able to speak to the parent being abused privately and offer them support. Rather than focus on what the child said or their behavior, use another indicator; you might say that you sense there is tension in the home or that the abused parent seems stressed or upset. Ask if there are any problems at home and if the family needs any extra support. There is no guarantee that this will lead the abused parent to tell you of the abuse but at least it gives them the opportunity and lets them know that you care, should they decide to speak to you later on. 

Once the State is involved, there’s no going back. If there is a serious and immediate risk of harm then of course, this may be necessary, however I believe it should be a last resort. It’s possible that the child will have to remain in the situation, and the foster system is often worse than the homes from which children are removed. Supporting the abused parent and their children and helping them stay safe and regain some stability is a better option if possible. Being a non-judgemental ear, helping to design and implement safety planning, and linking the family to resources such as books, websites and counseling services can all help.

It’s vital that children understand that the abuse is not their fault, nor is it the abused parents fault. Of course, if children express anger towards the abused parent for not protecting them or stopping the abuse, don’t invalidate their feelings. Children are entitled to live in safe family environments; they’re entitled to be angry and the fact that they feel wronged is a sign that they still realize the abuse is wrong and that they deserve to be safe. Dismissing these feelings is only going to undermine their trust and their value system. Instead, validate their feelings and reaffirm to them that they deserve better. Children shouldn’t be burdened by having to see things from their parents point of view, so don’t ask them to put themselves in their parents place. Instead, remind them that the abused parent loves them even if they aren’t currently able to meet their needs. This is important as children can often side with the abuser as a safety measure, and also because of the abusers manipulations. Emphasize that the abusers behavior is wrong, but don’t attack them as a person; remember the child in all likelihood loves the abuser while feeling guilty for it and already feels torn between their parents.


Increasing a child’s safety is paramount. Discussing safety with them, giving them phone numbers of people to call during a crisis and encouraging them to continue talking about their feelings can all assist. Children may want to intervene when they see a parent being hurt, but its outside of their control. Encourage the child to leave the situation and go somewhere safe, even if its just another room of the house, and not to try to stop the violence. Remind them that its no ones fault but the abusers and that their safety is important. Kids may feel guilty for what they perceive as abandoning the other parent, but in truth, if the children are safe, the abused parent is more able to protect themselves from the violence. Try to help the child understand this. If you can give the child a mobile phone and enough credit to call you or another trusted adult in a crisis, this can save their or their parents lives and avoid police involvement (which can actually put the family more danger if they don’t handle it properly, and sometimes even if they do. We’ll look at police involvement in depth later on). Extensive safety planning should cover all of this, however this will also depend on the age of the child.


Perhaps most importantly, ask the child what they need. The experience of being heard and having their needs met will reaffirm to them that they are valuable and important. It can also help minimize some of the negative effects of the abuse; going to school with a clean uniform and a packed lunch can make an enormous amount of difference to a child’s success at school both academically and socially. Having a safe place to go when things are very bad helps protect the child physically and emotionally, while also helping the abused parent; they can focus on their own safety without having to worry about the child’s.


How you support children who are being abused will depend on a number of factors, but the main thing is to believe them, validate their feelings and reaffirm to them that abuse is wrong and they deserve better, while doing what you can to increase their safety.


I gave it my best shot, and now I get to watch it continue before my eyes. The thing is, I could lose the ability to care with this considering how long it’s been going on, but I made a promise, and I don’t break those, never have.

I want nothing more than to forget and move on, but I remember everything. As this point, I’m irritated and sad. There’s no point in being mad about this anymore. My loyalties have always been something that prove true, but even someone like me gets tricked a lot.

I mean 2 old friends talked shit about me right in front of my face and I just pretended not to notice, and that took months to deal with. Mainly due to spending nights unsure how to deal with it (crying)  and trying not to be angry, despite having the right to be. I had done nothing wrong.

In this case however, I’m broken. I just don’t understand if I did something wrong or something happened. Then again, if something happened, I don’t have the right to know because I can’t “relate” which is true to some degree.

Ending Statement: There’s a reason I feel like I’m not Artsy enough, not wanted, or that I’m not important. It doesn’t help that no matter how hard I try, I’m too afraid to do/say the wrong thing (like me typing this. I might just delete it.) so I don’t do anything, which is more of a mistake than I am. And this is a product of me trying not to make myself upset again.