it must be the corner

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Here it is. The legendary jar. This jar helps me to FIND MONEY PHYSICALLY LAYING AROUND. For example, I found a fifty dollar bill on the ground today, laying beside a twenty, that I used to pay for my medication. Nice 😎👍🏻

Fill a small jar with nothing but small scraps of money. Paper money. Do NOT just tear the corners off of whole bills. You must find these small bits already torn off, all on their lonesome. Small enough pieces they won’t be usable anywhere. The larger the denomination, the better. It’s okay to tear up a bit to make it fit in the jar, but DONT just take bits off of full bills.

Then just kinda
Forget about the jar
Leave it laying around
When you find the jar, you can expect to find money later on. Let the jar get lost and found and lost and found. It’s the FINDING it that matters.

Happy witchin’!

A Package Marked “Return to sender”

Story by reddit user manen_lyset

My neighbor is one of those annoying wannabe YouTube personalities. Over the years, I’ve seen him cough out cinnamon, lay flat on the hood of his car as it slowly creeps down the driveway, and douse himself in lukewarm water, all the while screaming epic win, epic fail, or, fuck, epic maintenance of the status quo, for all I know. It can get tiring to watch him go about his shenanigans in the pursuit of viral fame. So, when he knocked on my door the other day, told me he was going away for a few weeks, and asked that I get his mail, honestly, it was a relief. I can’t explain the peace of mind I had knowing I didn’t have to brace myself for any of his stupidity for a while. I was always afraid his stunts would wind up bleeding over into my life.

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Thank you for remembering Kinoshita and Narita in your karasuno art!!!

thank you for noticing them!!! 

The Signs and and and and and and

Aries: The world ticks above you like a vast clock it is a clock the world is a clock but here your bed is still and stationary. The rhythm of the gears lulls you to sleep. You must sleep.

Taurus: The sun rises. The sun sets. You can only feel it on your skin. Its been so long since you had eyes. You cant remember what the sky looked like but it looked beautiful. Bed feels beautiful. You must sleep.

Gemini: The wind touches your face. Something else touches your face. It is a blade of long soft grass. The night sky and full moon light the field before you. A figure in a low, wide brimmed hat moves towards you. There is something long resting against their shoulder. It feels so comfortable here. you must sleep.

Cancer:  You see a light in the distance. The woods are silent. You see what appears to be a wedding. All participants are wearing carnival masks with long thin noses. Beaks perhaps? They’ve seen you. They turn. You must sleep.

Leo: The rope goes beneath the gas station. Deeper and deeper past sewers and wells and cisterns. There is water to your ankles. You see the footprints on the ceiling. You are getting close. You must sleep.

Virgo: There is nothing left of the home but the garden still stands. Immaculate, as if nothing has ever touched this place. Someone has been tending to it. Someone has been keeping the wild at bay. You remember little. You must sleep.

Libra: The furnaces are cold now. They repaired themselves with what embers they could. Some still cling to those old notions of beauty. You feel bad. You press on. Half-gargantuan bodies. You must sleep.

Scorpio: The flat marble floor stretches on forever. The sky is pink, like an eternal almost sunrise. There is no air. You gasp. You must sleep.

Ophiuchus: Amsterdam, 1814. In a secluded corner of a loft apartment a man sews a dress. It will be a long while until he is done. His eyes are heavy and bloodshot. The air smells of sea salt and death. You must sleep.

Sagittarius: A great courtyard. The party is in full swing. Fiddle and drink pierce the foggy night. There are so many bugs. Something is burning. You must sleep.

Capricorn: Your clothing changes with every step. Every motion suits a new need. So many colors. You are so so tired. You must sleep.

Aquarius: You have dreamed of space for so so long little thing. You finally get to visit the moon. People used to think it was made of cheese. When you were little you hoped they had swingsets there. You must sleep.

Pisces: The baseball diamond you could have met at when you were children. The scabs on your knees you could have had. The bowls of mac n cheese never shared. A life still lived. You must sleep.

Top Perverted Anime Girls

*GRAPHIC WARNING*

As you all must aware, Halloween is just around the corner and I wanted to get a little “naughty” with my posts (sorry for the corny, I tried :p ). Anyway, this is a small list of the ladies that all kawaii on the outside but could be very dangerous when they wished to. Well, I’m not good with words so just check out the post for yourself and I warning ya it is graphic content (I could go all out but keep in mind there is a wide range of age within my followers), If you want to see more, well, google it and savor the goodness (omg now I sounded like a pervert!). 

Momo Deviluke (To LOVE-Ru)

Rias Gremory (High School DxD)  

Chizuru Minamoto (Kanokon / Kanokon: The Girl Who Cried Fox) 

Riko Suminoe (Kiss X Sis)

Yamada ( B-gata H-kei / Yamada’s First Time: B Gata H Kei)

Anna Nishikinomiya (Shimoneta to Iu Gainen ga Sonzai Shinai Taikutsu na Sekai / Shimoneta: A Boring World Where the Concept of Dirty Jokes Doesn’t Exist)

Kuroko Shirai (To Aru Kagaku No Railgun)

Kajou Ayame - Shimoneta

Rika Shiguma (Boku wa Tomodachi ga Sukunai /  Haganai: I Don’t Have Many Friends) 

Maria Naruse (Shinmai Maou no Testament / The Testament of Sister New Devil)

Kousaka Kirino (Ore no Imouto ga Konnani Kawaii Wake ga Nai / Oreimo)

Haruhi Suzumiya (Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu / 
The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya)

Yaya (Machine-Doll wa Kizutsukanai / Unbreakable Machine-Doll)

Miwako Mizukoshi  (Hen Zemi)

Nobara Yukinokouji (Inu X Boku Secret Service)

Hana Midorikawa (Prison School)

Nyaruko (Haiyore Nyaruko-san / Nyaruko: Crawling With Love!)

Yukari Sendo ( Rosario to Vampire / Rosario + Vampire)

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Miyamae Kanako  (Maria†Holic)

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Fun fact: The debt he’s referring to here happened between chapters 310-311. It took him over 200 chapters to repay his debt and he never once forgot about it this whole time.

Ten Basic Rules For Better Living
by Manly P. Hall

1. Stop worrying

The popular idea that a worrier is a thoughtful and conscientious citizen is false. The Egyptians realized this when they included worry among the cardinal sins. Do not confuse thoughtfulness and worry. The thoughtful person plans solutions, but the worrier merely dissolves in his own doubt. If you think straight, you will have less cause for worrying. The worrier not only suffers the same disaster many times, but undermines his health and annoys all others with whom he comes into contact. There are many things in this world that require thoughtful consideration, but there is really nothing to fear but fear.

2. Stop trying to dominate and posses your friends and relatives

Each of us likes to feel that he is running his own life. The moment we recognize the rights of others to seek life, liberty, and happiness according to their own dreams, hopes, and aspirations, we begin to conserve our own resources. It is very debilitating to give advice which is ignored or rejected, and equally disappointing to attempt to posses and dominate persons who immediately resent and combat our dictatorial tendencies. We are hurt when they do not see things our way. If we save advice for ourselves and those who seek it from us, and who are therefore grateful, all concerned will be the better.

3. Moderate ambition

There is a tendency to overlook natural and simple blessings while we plunge on toward distant goals. Each individual has certain capacities. If he can recognize his own abilities and work with them, he can attain personal security. If, however, he is constantly seeking that which is not reasonably attainable, he can never know happiness or contentment. The wise man observes the disastrous results of uncontrollable ambitions, and chooses moderation. It is not necessary to be famous in order to be happy, nor must one be the leading citizen in the community in order to gratify ones social instinct. The ambitious usually pay too much for what they get, and are the more miserable after they get it.

4. Do not accumulate more than you need

There is no real distinction in being the richest man in the graveyard. Many earnest citizens act as though there were pockets in shrouds. We are supposed to have outgrown the primitive belief that we should bury a mans goods with him so that his spirit might enjoy them in the afterworld. Here, again, the middle course is the wisest. Let us reserve some of our energy for enjoyment, and not give all of ourselves to the task of accumulation. Many a man who has made a million has not lived to spend it. A rich life can be more practical than a monumental bank account.

5. Learn to relax

Great tension is an abomination. The more tense we become, the more stupidly we are likely to act, and, according to the old Buddhists, stupidity is a cardinal sin. Today, many so-called efficient people are perpetually on the verge of a nervous breakdown. This is not so likely to be due to overwork as to unreasonable driving impulses from within themselves. Some say that they are overtaxing their resources to keep their jobs or to maintain extravagant families. Whether you believe it or not, you are a better producer and a better provider if you do not collapse from psychic exhaustion at some critical moment when you are most in need of good health. If your associates do not realize this, they may be in need of practical counsel.

6. Cultivate a sense of humor

As never before, we must brighten and lighten the corners where we are. The more seriously we take ourselves and our responsibilities, the duller we become. It is a saving grace to realize that, although living is a serious matter, we can take it too seriously. Also bear in mind that genuine humor is not bitter, cynical, or critical. It is the ability to laugh with the world and not at the world. If we must laugh at someone, let it be ourselves. Humor is a spice to living. It adds flavor to work, zest to play, charm to self-improvement, and proves to others that we have a security within ourselves. A sincere, happy laugh, like the joyous rippling of childrens laughter, relieves tension and restores good nature. Incidentally, it makes friends and inspires confidence.

7. Find a reason for your own existence

Unless you believe in something bigger than yourself, have some purpose more vital than accumulation or advancement in business or society, you are only existing, not living. A simple pattern is to realize that the laws of Nature that put you here seem to be primarily concerned with growth. You are a success to the degree that you grow, and you grow to the degree that you become a wiser, more useful, and more secure person. In other words, we live to learn, and by this very process, we learn to live. Broaden your horizon, develop an interest in all that is fine, beautiful, and purposeful. Great internal good comes from the love for music, art, great literature, broad philosophy, and simple faith. Strengthen the inside of your nature, and the outside will be better.

8. Never intentionally harm another person

Never by word or deed return evil for good, or evil for evil. Weed negative and destructive thoughts and emotions out of your personality, or they will ultimately contribute to your misery. As we look around us, we see the tragic results of individuals and nations that harbor grudges or nurse the instincts for revenge. The harmless life saves those who live it from many of the mortal shocks that flesh is heir to. Our critical attitudes and our long memories of evils that others have caused only reduce our present efficiency and endanger health and vitality. Even the selfish man realizes that he cannot afford to keep a grudge, and the unselfish simply will not permit grudges to accumulate because they know better and they believe better.

9. Beware of anger

When ill-temper controls us, we are no longer able to control ourselves. In a moment of anger, we may create a situation which will require years to remedy. Why should we spend our time trying to recover from our own mistakes? If we disapprove, let us state our case simply and quietly, and remember that we should never try to correct another when we have already committed a fault as great as his. A quick temper is a serious handicap in business or in the home. It is useless to say that we cannot control anger. This is as much as to admit that we have lost the power to control ourselves. If we resent the unkindness of others and the collective irritability of this generation, let us make sure that we are not one of the irritating factors.

10. Never blame others for our own mistakes

It is hardly necessary. Each of us seems to have an incredible capacity to do things badly and select unwisely. Actually, we are in trouble because we have not made constructive use of the power and abilities which we received as a birthright. Others can hurt us only while our inner life is too weak to sustain in the presence of trial or test. Instead of resenting misfortunes, and seeking to excuse our own limitations, we must face the facts. Either we are stronger than the problem and can solve it intelligently, or the problem is stronger than we are, and the only solution is to increase our own strength. Others are not to blame for our unhappiness. Each man must seek his own peace of mind, and, as the Arabian Nights so well expressed it, happiness must be earned.

What house is your Uranus in? Uranus can represent freedom in the house it occupies. It also can show where brilliance could be and how you could use that to help people but there can’t be any expectations. As Uranus can also turn things upside down. Never a dull moment in the house Uranus resides.

🌟"You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star” 🌟F.N

Uranus in the 1st House~ Behavioral freedom. Do what you want and when you want to do it. You must resist the expectations of people within just about any given situation. This also means that you must have zero expectations when it comes to life itself. Just live and let live. Experiment and see what happens. Your role in life is of the livewire, capable of doing anything and at anytime.

Uranus in the 2nd House~ Financial freedom. Make your own money in the way you want to make it. Do not give into pressures to try and hold down a predictable way of making income. Find experimental, unique ways to earn money and also stay detached from a boring obsession with the material. This attitude will manifest a greater cash flow in your life, boosting your overall pleasure and self-esteem.

Uranus in the 3rd House~ Intellectual freedom. You are truly being pushed to think for yourself and in an unusual manner. Your mind can feel like it’s undergoing an endless brainstorm, filling you with all sorts of exciting ideas. Share these ideas openly with others, even if they think they’re weird, shocking, or unacceptable. Be that independent thinker; the kind of conversationalist who electrifies others.

Uranus in the 4th House~ Private freedom. You are only going to feel safe and supported when your personal space is turned upside down. Home is not home for you unless things are quite eccentric and crazy. But, there is a very comfortable rhythm to this madness and you thrive on it, even if it unnerves your loved ones. Behind closed doors, you are a maverick and often feel like the odd one out in your family.

Uranus in the 5th House~ Creative freedom. When you live in the moment, you completely throw the rule book out the window. Your creative energy is quite rebellious and unconventional. You possess a detached sort of passion that can stand back and coolly observe the drama of life unfold, all while still getting heatedly involved. You’re very hot-and-cold in matters of the heart, needing a lot of loving space.

Uranus in the 6th House~ Constructive freedom. You want to get things done in your own unusual way, experimenting with various routines. There is a method to your madness or a madness to your method, which can confuse others. You may seem to “wing it” even when you’re really calculated or vice versa. You will rebel against others’ advice unless it’s truly practical and has been tested as being so by you.

Uranus in the 7th House~ Relational freedom. In your personal connections with other people, you do not want to be controlled or suffocated. You are looking for a real give-and-take of independence and tolerance in love and friendship. You make for a rather eccentric companion and are attracted to eccentric companions. The approval of others in terms of your friends and lovers means nothing to you.

Uranus in the 8th House~ Profound freedom. When you go deep with someone or with yourself, you do not judge whatever is exposed. This makes you very tolerant when being intimate or introspective. But, you might sometimes thrive on the chaos of the darkness. You may remain detached and nonchalant about your emotional issues. But, you are also brilliantly capable of being your own therapist.

Uranus in the 9th House~ Philosophical freedom. You must develop a moral compass that is not reliant on anyone else’s issues. You can rebel against the convictions of others by insisting on your own. It’s liberating and inspiring for you to not have to follow a typical path in life. You are on your own unpredictable journey, so you must become this explorer who welcomes the weirdness around the corner.

Uranus in the 10th House~ Professional freedom. It is your mission to make a living and a calling out of being a free spirit. You have to pursue the goals in life that you really think are worthwhile, instead of surrendering to society’s expectations, building your reputation as a nonconformist. Career success will be highly unexpected, in its coming and going. Your ideal profession feels like an endless experiment.

Uranus in the 11th House~ Universal freedom. You are not just freeing yourself but freeing everyone around you. By releasing all expectations, you’re not only welcoming the random, unusual elements of life your way but giving others free reign to be individuals. This makes you a full-on individual in all of your quirkiness. Yet, you are an excellent collaborator, with a very progressive, brilliant view of the big picture.

Uranus in the 12th House~ Spiritual freedom. You must detach from conventional expectations of humanity and the Higher Power, understanding how weird we all can be and how unpredictable the Universe is. Your own eccentricities work in mysterious ways, through a genius insight into alternative forms of spirituality, wild and erratic fantasies/dreams, and/or artistic talents that are from another planet.

by: Wayman Stewart

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Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

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members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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Cerebros in MTMTE 56

He may have only been in one issue so far, but I love him so much already. He’s so small and precious. I mean look at him and how he’s clutching at Fort Max.

Are those whiskers?

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warnings: Drinking, mild smut, all the feels 


Remus was cold, again. Even under his bed covers and surrounded by books. It was as if the transition had sapped the warmth from his body, even days later. He drew the covers closer and tried to ignore the empty feeling in his bones. His eyes were beginning to droop closed, and he might even have fallen asleep if it weren’t for that thumping noise drawing closer and closer.

“YOU!” The dormitory door screeched in protest as it banged open. 

Books and papers slid across his duvet as the curtains of his four poster bed were whipped open.

“Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you all night!” The deep voice bordered on theatrical. Remus didn’t have to look to know who it was. 

Instead he dived to save the large tome that was about to fall on Sirius’s foot. 

“I think you have the answer to that one Pads, I’ve been here.”

“And what have you been doing here?!” Accused Sirius, unperturbed.

Remus looked about the room, affronted. 

“I thought I’d work on the map…Sirius, have you been drinking?” Questioned Remus, frowning slightly. 

“Of course I’ve been drinking Moons.” Sirius’s voice had become a little throaty, Remus thought. It sounded kind of good.

Sirius swung around the four poster bed, and Remus just about managed to sweep the rest of his books aside before he collapsed on top of the bed, sighing deeply.

Remus was suddenly aware that he was wearing little more than a pair of boxers under the sheets.

“The question is, why weren’t you drinking Moony? You're​ missing the party of the year. I only left because I couldn’t find you.”

Remus concentrated on piling the books onto his bedside table.

“Pads, what party are you talking about?” He said to his nightstand.

Sirius rolled onto his stomach, pushing Remus across the bed and propping up his head on his hands. Remus did his best to ignore the way he could feel Sirius’s warmth at his side, even through the sheets.

“Sirius, what party?” Remus pushed, if only to distract himself.

“What party?!” Sirius’s exclamation turned into a frown, as he fell deep in thought.

“Actually…it was sort of impromptu…” He admitted. “I’m not entirely sure how I got there if I’m honest.” Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together.

An exasperated smile was creeping across Remus’s face. “And…why do you have…I mean, are those cat whiskers?”

Sirius gasped and nodded somberly, drawing himself even closer, so that Remus could see the smudged face paint quite clearly.

“I saw those two Hufflepuffs we tricked into doing our potions essay last week….I needed a disguise.” Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Remus to be impressed.

Remus couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips. “Yeah, well… they don’t suit you. You’re a dog, remember?” 

Sirius slapped a hand across his face, as if he’d somehow managed to forget this fact about himself. 

“By all means” He smirked, “take them off.” 

Remus smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Maybe I will.” 

He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a towel and wetting it with his wand. “Stay still.” 

Sirius smirked, pushing back his hair and closing his eyes ceremoniously. 

For a moment the thought flickered across Remus’s mind that it would take just a few centimetres for him to close the gap between their lips. 

Instead he sighed and pressed the towel to Sirius’s face. His free hand drifted to Sirius’s jaw, holding him in place. It was hard not to spread his fingers out, not to slide his hand back and lose it in Sirius’s hair. To pull him forward and…

Remus shook his head and moved to the other cheek, working quickly now. 

When he moved his hand away Sirius followed. Did he imagine that, or did Sirius just lean his face into his cupped palm? Remus stayed frozen, mesmerized by the trust of Sirius’s closed eyes.  

He dropped the towel, and took the liberty of running his fingers across Sirius’s newly clean cheeks. When his eyes flickered open Remus dropped his hands guiltily. 

“All done.”

Sirius smiled. “Back to my beautiful self.” 

Remus’s snort was quickly replaced by a gasp as Sirius rolled over and wriggled under the covers.

Suddenly Sirius’s body was against his bare skin. Sirius was in his bed. Remus tried to control his erratic heartbeat, but he was only wearing boxers and Sirius was in. his. bed. Tingles burned across his skin as an oblivious boy flicked off his shoes and socks. 

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?!” He asked, throwing his head onto the pillow dangerously close to Remus’s face and staring at the ceiling.

“I…I thought our beds were the same.” Muttered Remus weakly.

He was suddenly intensely aware of how the back of his hand was brushing up against Sirius’s.

“Nope, yours is definitely better than mine.” Sirius said decidedly, letting out a contented sigh.

After a few minutes pause, in which Remus tried desperately to control his heartbeat, he broke the silence.

“So…you’re just going to sleep here are you?” He tried to keep his tone light as he stared determinedly at the ceiling.

“If you want me to move…” Sirius yawned, clearly crashing after his busy night, “…you’ll have to make me.” He turned his face towards Remus and closed his eyes, putting out the light with a lazy flick of his wrist.

Remus didn’t want Sirius to go anywhere, so he kept his mouth shut. If he stopped staring at the ceiling and turned his face sideways he would be practically nose to nose with Sirius, and he couldn’t decide if that was a brilliant idea, or a terrible one. Remus closed his own eyes and sighed. There was a comfortable fuzz of warmth and tiredness creeping over them.

The back of Sirius’s hand was still touching his, and one of his legs was now hooked over Remus’s. There was a steady wave of tingles rolling back and forth across Remus’s body, and he thanked Merlin Sirius hadn’t taken any clothes off, because he was pretty sure his body would have exploded.

“You’re drunk.” He murmured, as much for himself as Sirius.

“Not as drunk as you think I am.” Came the low reply.

Remus’s heart leapt, but his mouth couldn’t quite form any words.

Sirius lapsed into a sleepy silence, until, quite naturally, Remus turned his face to the side. Even though his eyes were firmly shut, he could feel Sirius’s hot breath on his lips. Sirius must have felt him too, but he didn’t move an inch. Was he asleep? Was he just drunk?

It was then Remus realized that their fingers had become intertwined. It was subtle, almost accidental, but it couldn’t be a mistake. Could it?

With his heart in his mouth, Remus made the tiniest of movements, dragging his pinky finger in the smallest of circles across Sirius’s skin.

Sirius’s wordless reply came quickly, as he mirrored his movements with his thumb, which had found its way to the top of Remus’s thigh. Nerves and pure excitement coiled in Remus’s chest. Was this really happening? He couldn’t be mistaking these signs.

Still, no words passed between the boys, and Remus stayed frozen to the pillow. But the tension in his chest kept building as the circles Sirius was teasing on his upper thigh grew bigger and bolder. With each circle he knew he couldn’t be mistaking it.

This was it. He had to do it. He wanted to do it, Merlin he wanted to do it so badly.

Hiding behind closed eyes, he inched his lips closer and closer, pulse hammering in his ears. It took almost a full minute until Remus was so close he couldn’t possibly go back. Still, he wasn’t quite sure who closed the gap, but it was happening

Sirius’s lips were soft, teasing. Remus felt the tension in his chest expand into something like euphoria. He was lost in Sirius’s musky smell, the soft feel of his hair, the press of his body, his lips, Merlin his lips. Why hadn’t he been doing this his whole life?

Remus all but moaned in protest when Sirius broke the kiss.

Finally. Merlin, I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you.” Sirius said, his voice deep and raspy.

Remus tried to form words, but Sirius’s hand was travelling along his waist, tugging their hips closer together. What left Remus’s mouth was more like a growl.

Sirius let out a chuckle that was quickly stifled by a kiss as Remus’s hand slid to his face. He leant into the touch, releasing a wave of something excitement that flooded every nerve in Remus’s body. He was greedy now, every inch of Sirius was a too-long forbidden place he could finally explore.

Their mouths came together harder and more desperately this time, and after a few moments Remus tugged at Sirius’s bottom lip, sucking and grazing his teeth over the soft skin. Before he knew it he’d let out another soft growl of satisfaction.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured.

Sirius’s grin was visible even in the half darkness. “Oh I might have an idea.” He replied, sliding on top of Remus and grinding gently onto his hips. 

He leant down to Remus’s ear, “There are a few things I’ve been waiting to do to you.”

When Sirius’s fingers reached down past the soft waistband of his boxers, Remus took in a sharp breath. His face must have betrayed him, because the corners of Sirius’ mouth fell. 

Sirius pressed his hand flat against Remus’s chest, and he was sure Sirius could feel his frantic heartbeat underneath it. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” Said Sirius, his voice edged and desperate.

He leant down, pushing Remus further into the soft bed, and pressing his lips to the skin of his neck. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop.” He breathed. 

Remus shook his head, fighting hard not to let himself go “You’re drunk.”

Sirius drew back, focusing a long hard stare into Remus’s eyes. 

“A little.” He rasped, sliding backward and pulling Remus into a sitting position.

Sirius slid his hands around Remus’s neck, pressing their foreheads together and concentrating very hard on slowing his breathing. 

“Yeah.” He breathed. “I’m a little, little bit tipsy. But I’ve been thinking about kissing you for seven years. And I’m not sure I can wait another seven seconds.”

Sirius pulled away just far enough that he could focus on Remus’s face in the dim light. 

“But if you ask me to I will.” 

Remus stared at the boy in front of him. He already knew his world had shifted.

He pressed a thumb into Sirius’s lip, trying to convince himself this was real.

“Promise me you’ll feel the same in the morning, Sirius.” 

Warm hands cupped Remus’s face, forcing his eyes back to the grey pools in front of him.

“I promise, Remus” The way Sirius said his name already had Remus leaning forward, grabbing a handful of his soft shirt, kissing whatever skin he could reach, but Sirius didn’t stop. 

“I promise.” He murmured into Remus’s neck. “I promise.” He breathed as his lips brushed against his ear. 

“I think I’ll feel this way for the rest of my life.”

It Ain’t Me: Part 10(II) |Last part|

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Genre: Angst

Part 10(I)

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Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime.

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line.

You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling.

But he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal.

“May I come in?” You finally spoke up.

The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed and forced a smile on his face.

“Of course you can.” He moved back, giving you space to enter and you did. You avoided his eyes and walked right past him into his living room. Jungkook tried not to show the hurt on his face when you didn’t even glance at his bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he was successful.

He followed you into the living room and took a seat on the modest sofa chair beside you. This was making him nervous. You were making him nervous. He stuttered when he spoke next. “W-would you like some wine? I have your favorite-“

“Jungkook.”

Was it possible to hear one’s name and go into cardiac arrest? Jungkook wondered as he struggled hard to keep the smile on his face. He certainly hoped not.

“Yeah?”

“I forgive you.”

His eyes grew wide. You forgive him? This was too different from what he had expected, too different from how things had played out in his mind.

“…but?” He prompted you.

“But…I cannot be with you.” You finished.

You saw the hope dissipate from his face and desperation set in. Forgetting the awkward tension between the two of you, in a second Jungkook engulfed your hands in his own.

“___, One chance. That’s it. That’s all I’m asking for. Never again will I do something so stupid. Please…just give me one chance.” He cracked.

You felt your eyes starting to water at his words. It was tough for you too, to finally accept your own words, to think beyond only the good memories and stand face to face with the unbiased reality of your relationship with Jungkook.

“Listen to me carefully Jungkook.” You freed your hands from his grip and held his face in your hands with tearful eyes. Whatever the outcome, you had to stand your ground. You had accepted the reality and you wanted to show it to Jungkook. You carefully ran your eyes over his face. His chocolate brown eyes fixed on your every word brimming with tears that his stubborn ass won’t allow to drop down, his messy and yet perfect hair that you’re always curious about because goddamn his hair was so soft, his quivering lips that you knew tasted like heaven. You swallowed the lump building in your throat and closed your eyes for a long second. You sigh when you opened them next.

“This is tough for me too. You…you mean a lot more to me than just a lover. You’re my friend. And-“ You released a frustrated sigh and continued. “And I love you in so many ways. But I can’t be with you without hurting myself.” Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but shook your head, pleading him to let you finish. “It’s the trust that’s missing Jungkook. It’s not just you. Maybe it’s the both of us, maybe you could have believed me and maybe I could have tried harder. There’s so many things that could have happened but things proceeded the way they did and” A tear left escaped and then two. You ran your hand over his hair and he leaned into your touch. “And maybe it was for the better.” A strangled cry left Jungkook’s mouth and your heart broke at the sound but you continued, pulling him closer until his head was on your chest and your arms around him tight.

“Shh, it’s okay. This needs to be done.” You said softly because if you attempted to make your voice any stronger you knew you would cry. “ Maybe we need to know each other a lot more than we believe we do. We need to meet as new people again….as strangers.”

Jungkook removed his face from your chest but he didn’t look up. He was holding your hands around his neck and looking down at his lap. His shaky breaths told you that he was crying still. It felt like an eternity before he spoke next.

“How will I ever forgive myself for this ___? For hurting you? For breaking us apart?”

You found your voice again and with a sad smile of your own you said-

“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”


Your heels clicked nastily on the scratchy surface as you struggled to drag your suitcases across the road.  A rash driver barely missed you by an inch. You swore under your breath when you twisted your foot and took a silent pledge to lead a protest against the terrible airport drivers who clearly paid no mind to the lives of the people crossing the road. Taking a deep breath, you collected yourself but just when you were about to move forward, a hand swiftly crossed your inattentive form and took your bag from you. To say you were freaked would be an understatement. In fact, you were pretty sure your scream had reached the spaceships on Mars.

“Yoongi! What the hell?” You said through grinded teeth while your hand moved to soothe your erratically beating heart.

Yoongi flashed his gummy smile and shrugged. “You looked like you were struggling, so I helped.”

“By scaring me half to death?” You hissed.

“You should’ve seen your face.” He snickered and you rolled your eyes, speed walking towards the café settled on your right when you entered through the crystal doors of the airport. Yoongi caught up and took your suitcase from you. You gave him a thankful salute as you entered the café.

“So,” You began, taking a seat across Yoongi on one of the corner tables. “I reckon there must be something incredibly important for you to have insisted on meeting me before my flight?”

“Of course.” Yoongi said, his face getting serious.

“Great. This better be good. I’m sitting here 3 hours before my departure time.”

“Of course it is.” Yoongi replied sipping on water.

“Hmm, so tell me. What is it?”

Yoongi leaned forward, more serious than you had ever seen him. His hand snaked across the table towards your hand and settled above it. A look of passion covered his eyes. You were silent, waiting for him to begin. This must be a lot more serious than you expected.

“What’s up?”

For a second, your mind went blank. Then confusion spread.

“What?” you said skeptically.

“What’s up? How’ve you been?” An innocent smile covered the devil’s face.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” You said unamusedly.

“No? Can a friend not even ask how you’ve been? Geez.” He smirked, clearly unaffected by your annoyed gaze.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “My dearest FRIEND Min Yoongi, I happen to have a flight in…oh THREE HOURS, and I’m sitting here at 8 in the morning and all you want to ask me is ‘what’s up’ ?!”

“No. I’m here to say Goodbye.”

Your anger dissipated at the sudden change in his tone and this time you knew he wasn’t kidding. You faintly smiled as you called on the waiter to order your tea and Yoongi’s coffee.

“I’ll be back soon.” You pointed out, turning to Yoongi after giving your order.

“Yeah, a year qualifies as soon now does it?” He grumbled.

You smiled at his pout. Sometimes, your friend could really be a darling.

“It is. My colleagues are being posted out for 3 years you know. I’m getting out pretty early compared to that.” You sipped on your tea.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “It’s okay, you deserve a break from…this place.”

A dull pain formed in your chest and your eyes grew slightly melancholic. “How is he?” You asked quietly.

“Well, you know, he’s faring. He’s laughing again. He speaks of you often.”

“Does he now?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. He totally does.”

You smiled and sipped on your tea. It had been a month since you had parted ways officially. It was like your first break up all over again. The pain, the tears, the sorrow. The weight your break up being final this time was weighing you down. Only this time, you weren’t helpless. This time you weren’t craving closure. This time you weren’t regretting your choice. This time you weren’t waiting on anyone’s words. Yes, it was painful. But it was bearable.

“So you never told me what happened that day when you showed up at his house.” Yoongi pulled you back from your thoughts. You took another sip from your tea of green and a mixed emotion settled across your features. What had really happened huh…


“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”

Silence stretched after you made your revelation, and all you and Jungkook could do was look into each other’s eyes. Then slowly, a smile began to form on Jungkook’s face and a twinkle appeared in his eyes.

“Thank you ____.” He said softly.

You returned his smile and gave him a nod.

“I know…” He began, pulling away from you and leaning back in his position. “I know this wasn’t easy decision to make for you too. I know I did some horrible, horrible things. But, maybe you are right. Maybe we need to meet again as strangers. Maybe one day…” His voice cracked and you felt the lump rise in your throat.

“Maybe one day, we can find each other again. Maybe one day, we’ll bump into each other at a party again. Maybe one day…I will run after you again.”

Your eyes couldn’t hold back the tears and they fell freely. This finality of the entire situation was a little scary but in one part of your chest, a load weighing you down started to diminish. And this time you smiled through your tears when you answered.

“Maybe we will.”


“Hello? ____? You okay?” You were drawn back from your thoughts with Yoongi’s deep voice once again. You blinked twice and focused on his puzzled expression.

“Uh,” You found your voice again. “Yeah…Yeah I’m good.”

Yoongi gave you a weird look and began speaking again.

“So…hey…I uh wanted to say that it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me and all that but you know um…apart from that, when you, uh, come back…that is…when you come back…you and me…can we uh…shit.”
You watched with eyes wide as Yoongi fiddled with his hands and tried to complete his sentence. Wait, was he sweating? Is Min badboy Yoongi nervous?

“Hey, Yoongi, are you okay?” You asked him, your voice full of concern.

Yoongi sighed and then took a deep breath. He looked up.

“Okay, I’m gonna say this quick so listen carefully. When you come back for a break this winter, can you and I go somewhere….like to an amusement park or something? I mean, wherever you want to go of course. I’m not forcing you and I know what-“

You laughter stopped him in midst of his wreck of a sentence.

“Hold on, I gotta record this. Min Yoongi asking me on a date.”

Yoongi blushed so hard, you were sure he could be considered a close relative of tomatoes at that second.

“You-..I-..No! Not a date! I-I just want to be better friends with you and know you better.”

“At an amusement park?” You teased him.

“I said wherever you want to go!” He blushed again.

You smiled mischievously and gave your hand across the table for him to take. He suspiciously took your hand and shook it.

“Sure, let’s hang around. I want to know you better too. You are the closest friend I have right now, believe it or not…” You smiled fondly. You knew Yoongi and you knew that this was an effort on his part. He considered you a friend and with Yoongi, your friendship had blossomed under odd circumstances, which meant that you did consider each other close but didn’t really know each other that well and this was Yoongi’s effort to know you better. Only, you knew he didn’t do this often and how awkward he must feeling, so of course…you had to tease him.

“But right now I’m really hungry, so treat me to some good pancakes. My wallet’s packed and locked inside. If you do this, I will let you take me out on a date, Mr. BadBoy.” You winked.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “In your dreams, you pumpkin.”

Voices faded in the background as you and Yoongi bickered back and forth, and your mind wandered to the events of last two months. So much had happened. You had lost the love of your life, you had lost your best friend, you lost your backing but you also gained. You gained friends like Yoongi. You gained an understanding of your relationship and where you went wrong. You learnt to forgive. You learnt to let go. If someone asked you now whether you would choose not to take Jungkook up on that offer the time he ran after you, if you could, you would say no. You would do it all over again. You would take yourself back to the night you met Jungkook and do it all over again. Because maybe some day, you will meet again as strangers.


Maybe someday, he will chase after you again and you will spend the night drowned in beers and laughter.


FIN. 

a/n: I feel like I just married off my daughter. This marks the end of It Ain’t me. Thank for all your love!


Much love, 

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paint heaven and anger the gods

so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the trailer gave me ideas, so here they are:

there is girl –

no.

there is woman –

no.

there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.

there she is, whatever she is.

her name is kana.

she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all he touches brighter than it was found.

kana is not like her father.

she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything in her pursuit to be a master painter.

technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies, while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.

“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the floor, ink just – staining.

“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she paint what she does not know?”

kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.

so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her, and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are stained red by the glow of the lanterns.

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Summary: Dean has a hard time believing that the reader is a hunter because of her sunny disposition.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

A/N: This is for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge. My prompt is Optimistic.


“What would you like to order, handsome?”

“Two slices of your finest pie, sweetheart. One apple and one cherry.” Dean requests with a lick of his lips, handing over his menu to the voluptuous waitress.

“Between you and me…I won’t tell if you make the pieces a little bigger than usual.”

“It will be our little secret.” She promises with a wink, before slinking away with a swivel in her hips.

“I don’t want pie.” Sam interrupts, making Dean unwillingly tear his eyes away from the waitress’s plump ass.

“It’s for Garth. The last time we worked together, he tried stealing a bite of my pie and I nearly shot him. The dork is getting his own this time.” Dean declares with a huff, his grumpiness getting worse by the second.

“I see.” Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat and it makes Dean squint his eyes suspiciously.

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Request: can you write an imagine with newt scamander where the reader compares herself so much to tina??? angst angst angst please!! your writing is astounding btw ❤️❤️

Word Count: 2,156

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Part 2

Requested by Anonymous

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“Tina Goldstein, resident goddess.” You mutter as you storm through the front door and down the long staircase rife with splinters and creaky spots. Not to mention the unkind tenants that live on the third and fourth floors. Their shouts follow you down as your boots crash against the steps.

Tina this, Tina that, Tina the infallible. You skip three steps when you jump down onto the landing and yank open the front door. Tina can do no wrong, even when she’s unemployed and obsessive.

The wind slams into your side, trying to knock you off-balance. You shiver but stride forward, no real destination in mind other than to be far away from her.
No one had even looked up when you shoved your chair back from the kitchen table, too busy hanging on every word of some story about capturing some man that used a spell in front of some muggle to care about you. They love Tina’s stories about her adventures.

It’s not like you’re exactly employed. You’d met Newt on a research trip years before. The chemistry between the two of you had been obvious to everyone and it hadn’t taken long for the two of you to pair up for the study. Soon enough, Newt asked you to help him observe some mooncalves under the starry sky and, after some laughing and held hands, a new relationship began. The two of you agreed to work together and alternate research trips. This trip to release Frank was one of Newt’s ideas, meaning that you’re really nothing more than a magizoologist’s assistant.

Still, it’s more fascinating than just running after people and bringing them into MACUSA, right? You meet some of the rarest beasts on your journeys. Tina does nothing but arrest people and memorize the ridiculous laws on magic that Americans put into place. Every auror has stories just as mesmerizing as Tina’s, though the others disagree. Even Newt seems to think they’re interesting enough to warrant ignoring you.

You scowl and wrap your arms around yourself as you continue forward. If Newt wants to spend all of his time with some other girl with perfect hair let him.

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