it's that time of year again kids

Columbine High School’s Mascot - before and after the shooting

Earlier version of the Columbine High School rebel mascot on a t-shirt before April 20th 1999. 

And today. Note the conspicuous absence of a gun in the modern image. Interestingly, Eric Harris chose to go by the nickname “REB” or “Rebel” while attending Columbine. 

NEW YORK, Oct. 26 /PRNewswire/ - It’s been almost five years since Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold killed 12 students, a teacher and themselves in what remains the deadliest school shooting in U.S. history. Today’s kids claim that most of the time no one at Columbine even thinks about “Columbine.” They say they’re just like high-schoolers everywhere. But more than 60 interviews with students and members of the community reveal a school that dwells simultaneously in its past and its present, reports General Editor Susannah Meadows 3 issue of Newsweek.

Last week Klebold and Harris showed up again. On Wednesday police released a 15-minute video sowing the boys taking target practice in the woods six weeks before they opened fire at Columbine. Tom Mauser, who lost his 15-year-old son, Daniel, says, “It’s just too bad that it comes out in bits and painful pieces like this, rather than all at once.” But the video was only the latest reminder. In the wake of last year’s Oscar-winning documentary “Bowling for Columbine,” a new film, “Elephant,” depicts a massacre just like Columbine’s in unrelenting detail. 

“People keep saying, ‘Well, now are you back to normal?’ But there’s never going to be normality here,” says principal Frank DeAngelis. Since the shooting-era students left a year and a half ago, the school’s taken its greatest steps toward recovery. Though tourists still peek in while school’s in session, there’s more giggling in the halls now. “For the three years after the tragedy, it was a very different place. It was too quiet,” says counselor Susan Peters. 

One indication that the school is reaching a new normal is that bullying is back. A student was recently suspended for writing a note to a friend about wanting to get rid of Jeremy Lodwig, the lone boy on the color guard. Why would someone write that? “I’m different,” says the 15-year-old sophomore with bright orange hair glued into little spikes. “I have more girlfriends than I do guys.” Heidi Cortez, who was a sophomore when everyone hiding under the library tables around her was killed, says, “Did we not learn anything?” 

Because many kids - and armchair psychiatrists - think peer abuse may have contributed to Klebold and Harris’s rage, some students are strangely sensitive for teenagers. “You want to be like, ‘Oh, my God, I can’t believe she does her hair that way, she’s such a loser!’ [But] you try and hold yourself back. You never know if you’re going to be the one person to break them,” says freshman Jaimie Hebditch, a “watergirl” for the JV football team. 

Students whose older siblings survived the massacre are the most vigilant. Ty Werges, a sophomore on the soccer team, tells how he came upon some kids slamming shut the locker of a student who’s mentally impaired: “I was like, ‘Why are you doing that? Do you feel cool now?’ They were shocked because out of nowhere someone sticking up for another kid is kind of weird,” says Werges. 

But the bulling stopped. Columbine’s counselors (four out of five of whom spoke to Newsweek) argue that the massacre wasn’t caused by bullying and that kids will always beat up on other kids. For them the return of such behavior is actually something of a relief. “oh, it’s a girl fight. Something normal,” counselor Ken Holden says he hears colleagues say. 

The real legacy of the massacre lies in what’s missing. The Columbine mascot, a 1776 Revolutionary “Rebel” soldier, no longer carries a gun. The bare vinyl floors of the school are striking to anyone who remembers that all the carpet was ripped out after the mess of that day. The library, which was above the cafeteria and where most of the shootings occurred, has been removed and rebuilt in a different part of the school; now students eat their lunch in a sun-filled atrium that fills the space where the library used to be. The names of those who were lost are now inscribed on the memorial in the new library. 

What’s most surprising about Columbine is that, despite the ghosts of the past, all kinds of students - flag-twirlers, cheerleaders, self-described dorks, drummers, soccer players, choral singers - say they love coming to school here. “We take such a pride in our school,” says Danny Beyer, a senior in the choir whose older sister, Lauren, survived 4/20. “Even though we might not be the best, but because this is our school.” 

A cute convo between trini and kim
  • Set Five Years in the Future (they've been together the whole 5 years)
  • Kim: hey whats your last name?
  • Trini: its been the same for my whole life honey...
  • Kim: maybe its time that changes... *gets one one knee*
  • Trini: are you fucking kidding me that was so cheesy try again kim
  • Kim: *confuzzled* what?
  • Trini: *rolls eyes* that was so corny but go on
  • Kim: We have been through thick and thin together. We have fought weird rock monsters, a donut lady and a giant made out of gold. We have supported each other through friendship, hardship and all the other kinds of ships. I love you and i always will. Now I want to go through the rest of our loves hardships and everything being married. Will you marry me, Trini?
  • Trini: *with tears in her eyes* *long pause* you have the audacity to propose to me without saying sorry for throwing me into that chasm?
  • Kim: *exasperated* really?
  • Trini: very.
  • Kim: *rolls eyes* ok im sorry
  • Also i used that beginning part because i thought it was funny that trini doesnt really have a canon last name so yeah i thought it was clever...
  • Tabata: NOCTUNA? Oh yes it's gonna be so CANON! So, listen, we're gonna make them meet for a very short time when they're basically infants, making flower crowns and do things kids do. Then, we won't give them either a proper goodbye and we won't allow them to meet again for 12 years. So they won't actually interact for 22 years, when they finally will look each other in the eyes in the afterlife! Of course in the meantime they can text each other, but not via those super technological phones everyone - especially royalty - has: they're gonna have dogs as messangers, so they won't ear each other's voice for years and it's also gonna pass some time before the news arrive. Only the girl will actually do something useful for the boy, just like a common man-device, while the boy will regret his whole life not even trying to call her when he obviously could (but we will let people think that's because the empire forbids it). They both will be stucked with memories about when they were kids and we're gonna make them marry in the afterlife as if in 22 years their emotional/physical/mental needs never changed at all!
  • Also Tabata: LUNYX? Noooo they're NOT CANON at all! They're grown up and mature people! They meet only for 2 days. So we're gonna give them a beautiful first talk with fireworks in the background, flirty conversations, they're gonna save each other's back multiple times in just one night, they're gonna have protection instincts towards each other, smart and quick remarks, intimate conversation in the dark, yearning looks, deep respect for each other's position, gifts, promises, chemistry, they're gonna encourage each other, support each other, you know, like a doomed love? Yeah but not really that canon, because they're not canon of course ahahahahah
  • Fandom: ... Ok, that sounds fake but ok.
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Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1861

Warnings: is ass really a swear? + flashback

A/N: I know that after publishing P1 and P2 so quickly, it was weird of me to get P3 out like two days later. Sorry about that. School is problematic atm, so sporadic updates are to be expected. Anyway, enjoy 💛

I can’t help but think of how similar my position is to the day before: sitting in a deserted conference room, fidgeting with unanswered questions and enough anxiety to put me in an asylum.

The ride over had been terrifying. A short, ripped man staring at me with a straight face had been there to greet me when I reached the bottom of my apartment building. Escorted into a black car and whisked away to the tower, then further escorted into the building and brought to my current situation.

The building, I noticed, had been under a undisclosed chaos as people scurried around, getting where they need to be and doing that they need to do. It’s no doubt due to the attack, and a pang of guilt hits me. So many people dealing with the problem I created.

A commotion outside the room breaks my train of self-deprecating thoughts. Unlike the last conference room, this one isn’t glass. I don’t know anything but the sound of a few people with raised voices—not quite yelling, but getting there. The door opens to a bruised Tony Stark. My breath hitches. Despite knowing he’d be here, it still makes my chest close up at the fact that he’s in my presence, willingly.

“Too late now. Oh well. Buh-bye!” he yells to someone out of sight before waving and shutting the door. I swallow as he looks down at me from across the room. He points his thumb at the wall behind him. “They wanted to send in some ‘representative’ of mine. Apparently those are a thing.” he approaches the table. “But…I needed to see this for myself.” He stares at me intensely, forcing me to look down at my fingers. It’s silent for a few moments, though it feels like an eternity. There’s a purple bruise starting at his jawline and going up to his cheek that makes my stomach churn. “Ok.” he says, rubbing his hands together and walking over to me. I’m sitting on the seat at the very end of the table, so he sits diagonal to me. I don’t look up, instead study my hands as he pulls a chair and plants himself in it. “So,” he says. “mind explaining a few things to me?” I breathe in and shake my head.

“Nice. So I’ll guess we’ll start with,” he leans in close, and I feel myself press back into my chair. “were you sent by anyone? I guess if you were I shouldn’t really trust your word, huh?” He seems to be talking more to himself. I chew on my lip, my fingers fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

“I just got a job here.” I croak. He stares intently at me, sizing me up. I think he realizes there isn’t much to assess, because he leans back into his chair, a little more relaxed.

“Okay. So,” he says, “who the hell are you?” he says. I look up in fear, but he didn’t say it in an aggressive way. He sounds curious. I open my mouth, then close it again.

“I…” I trail off. My lips tip down. Mr. Stark seems to realize that I’m not a very confident person and that I don’t have a sufficient way to answer his question. He sighs and pulls a glass screen out of his pocket.

“Ok.” he says. “I’ll tell you who you are, then.” The screen comes to life, revealing small columns of extensive writing and a small picture of me. I look closely at it. That’s the photo I have on my driver’s license. “Y/N L/N. 25. Born and raised in Michigan. Both your parents moved to Rome three years ago. You have an electrical engineering degree from Harvard. Top of your class. Very nice. You recently parted with an organization that did studies on human mutation?” he asks in surprise. I bite my cheek, which seems to be enough of answer for him. “Why?” he asks again. I breathe in and gather my words before I speak them.

“I found out that they were putting harmful chemicals into their formulas.” I murmur. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and he’s narrowing his eyes in thought. “I swear I didn’t know. I found out and I left and I…” my voice quiets at the memory of it, of my boss trying to convince me that they wanted to build a new world, and I get a sick feeling in my stomach.

“Ok.” Tony says finally. “Now, excuse me if I’m a little slow, but how does human mutation know how to find backdoors of a firewall?” he holds up an image on his device that I recognize at the codes I’d decrypted yesterday. I swallow and squeeze my fingertips.

“I..” my voice is a whisper. “My father taught me.” Mr. Stark cocks an eyebrow.

“Family tradition. Great.” I begin to think of where this will go, trying to map out a solution to the worst scenarios when Mr. Stark claps his hands together. “Ok, let’s go.” he says, turning around to leave. My eyes widen. Where?

I scurry to stand behind him, a few paces away as we walk out of the room. When we finally arrive at the same room that all of yesterday’s events took place in, I can’t help but look at the radars nervously as if that little triangular threat may appear on any one of them.

“Um…” I say with a bit more ease. “Why are we here?” Mr. Stark looks over at me as if he’d only just realized I was there.

“You, my dear,” he points at me, “are gonna show me exactly how you got through my firewalls.”

After the same black car with the same short, buff man drop me off at home, I practically burst through my apartment door, a sound of relief and exhaustion being released from my lips.

After arriving at the tower early that morning, I’d gotten home at five. I didn’t have to do any physical work that would’ve tired me out, but the amount of awkward conversing and quiet politeness that was maintained in the seven or so hours made me have to resist the urge to take a nap.

Upon her request, I text Penny as soon as I plop down on the couch. She sends me back a picture of her behind a counter, her eyes rolled so hard her irises are barely visible. ‘How’d it go?,’ she asks. I ponder on a response.

‘Idek. I spent 7 hrs fixing bugs in his system. He left halfway thru and some associate replaced him.’

Once I hit send, I decide to change out of my clothes. After my body is comfortably blanketed with a Michigan state hoodie from my younger brother and grey pajama shorts, I pull back the blinds of my windows, return to the couch, and begin to recall what happened over the course of the day.

After I had given Mr. Stark a step-by-step run through of my hacking, I quickly began to notice more holes in his system. I pointed them out sheepishly each time, cringing at the confusion and annoyance on his face. There’s no doubt that it bothered him to have some kid point out his mistakes. I think he quickly got over it though, because he seemed far more interested in how I learned all this.

“Why would you get a job here?” he’d gestured around the lab. “You did mutations. What brought you here?” I looked away, letting my hands freeze on the keyboard they had been furiously typing on.

“I wanted to get away from it.” I said quietly. “I got my degree in electrical engineering, so I was out of my field anyway. I wanted to do something else.” My. Stark was silent for a while. From that point on, he toned down his nosiness and was much gentler. It was odd, and I felt embarrassed. I wasn’t a kicked puppy. I was just anxious to be around a Stark. I felt as if I hadn’t earned my place to be there.

The vibration of my phone beside me let my thoughts be pushed to the back of my head. Penny had replied. 'Weird. Maybe he had business. He is Tony Stark after all. I’m gonna stay at derek’s tonight. U gonna be ok?’ I sigh, chewing my lip. As much as I don’t want to be alone, I would never drag Penny away from her love life. I quickly reply, sassily reassuring her that I can take care of myself. She sends back a few hearts and returns to work. Left alone in the silence of my living room, I let my thoughts roam as I stare out at the busy streets of New York.

Throughout my entire life, I’d always been a pushover. It kind of daunted me, the way I interacted with people. I felt that little nagging in my chest every time I couldn’t find my voice, and every time I conceded to something I wasn’t comfortable with. The thought had been gnawing at me for the past two days. I noticed how I acted around strangers. It made me a hate a little part of myself, something I had struggled with for so long. The only reason I had managed to make it this far was because Penny had been with me. But now that she and Derek were entering their third year of being together, a little selfish part of me feels scared that she would leave me in the dust. That fear in me that I had suppressed for so long, ever since I was a kid being raised by the man who was supposed to be my father, the fear that one day I’d look around and find I was carrying the world’s weight on my own, it bubbles up inside me now. It’s stronger than it has been in a long time.

“Again.” the rough voice growled, its distinct accent growing stronger with its anger. I swallow and dart me fist out at his shadowed face. He blocks it easily, looking down at with an emotion I can’t recognize. Was it hate? Disgust? Disappointment? Fear rose in my chest. Was my performance dropping?

A banging jolts me upright, a pillow falling off my face. I recognize the same windows from last night, the busy streets not so busy anymore, and I instantly recognize it as morning. I rub my eyes. How long did I sleep for?

The same banging makes me jump out of my skin, nearly falling off the couch. I groan. Penny forgot her keys again. I drag myself off the couch, pulling my shorts out of my ass as I walk to the door.

“I swear, you’d forget your head if it wasn’t screwed onto yo—” the words die on my tongue as I open the apartment door to two men in dark suits push into my home. “Hey—” I begin, but I’m yanked back, feeling a pinch on my arm and spots in my vision.

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i’m questioning my sexuality… again. i thought i had that settled, and rationally i know that’s not that important to have a label, but not having sure makes me anxious. fuck. that’s like, the fourth time this happens.

If Infinite has a comeback 10 years later
  • Sunggyu: Okay kids... (kids lol what) lets to give it our all, and remember that age is just a number...
  • Dongwoo: Do you guys reckon I should dye my hair pink again?
  • Woohyun: *Shamelessly throws hearts as a 36 year old man*
  • Hoya: It's okay Sunggyu, there's nothing wrong with getting old!
  • Sungyeol: Oh my god! I have 3 lines this time!
  • Myungsoo: Please don't make me sit in a spinning car, or get beaten up by the others and lie on the concrete again... I'm getting old...
  • Sungjong: *Fabulously strutting around the room, flaunting his age and everlasting youthful skin*

anonymous asked:

Person who had 7 year old kid pee in the changing rooms twice here again. I also work in the local coffee shop and on my day off went to get a coffee. 7 year old child and family proceed to come in and give me the stink eye the whole time. Lady its still not my problem your child cant pee in a toilet!!! It's also not my fault I get a free coffee from the place I WORK AT! Don't get all huffy and impatient, please take your self entitlement elsewhere thanks.

Edit - 7 year old serial pee-er has struck again - peed for a third time on the changing room floor and now the mother wants a job with us???

suunrey  asked:

hello !! I found your blogs through twitter and your art made me want to watch bnha, so thank you!! I binged up until the latest episode in one day haha. It's my first time watching anime and I even made my own art blog now (even though I haven't drawn in years) ! you've inspired me so much, to be creative and to work harder at my goals (like the heroes)! I'm extremely grateful :) ♡

Whoa, you binged the whole thing?? I could never have the patience to do that haha. I’m super ecstatic at the fact that I influenced you to watch BNHA!! Glad to know that I dragged you into a wonderful world of kids wanting to be heroes! ^^
But wow…. I can’t believe I inspired you to pick up on drawing again! I’m happy that you made that decision!! Here’s a little Deku to cheer you on!

I remember it now...

I just finished my rewatch of Eureka seveN after few years since last time. And I am a crying mess right now.

I remembered what I forgot through all those years. I was reblogging E7 related stuff on this blog for a long time now, but I didn’t feel anything. I was just mindlessly doing it out of habit.

But now I remember. How I felt as a 12 year old boy, who stumbled upon this show by pure coincidence. Ever since then I was mesmerised by it. I couldn’t wait till next episode. Nine pm, everyday. I remember the time when episode 50 aired. How sad it was to see that my favorite show, my favorite characters, my favorite world was gone. It felt like leaving something behind. Something really important to me.

Back then I thought that if Renton’s 14, then I still have 2 years to become as cool as him. This memory is so vivid it feels like it was yesterday. When I was a child, I didn’t know where lies the limit of human imagination. Eureka seveN felt real to me. I wasn’t looking at this show as a cartoon made by people. For me it was a real world. It was an experience. A journey.

This anime taught me a lot of things, With every year I gained, I was learning different things from it. I’m still amazed that even after 8 years, I can see new things in this show. New things I can learn from. This show taught me about family. About friendship. About love. That not everything in life works out. That to get something, to make something real, I can’t wait for it to happen. I have to do it myself.

About 4 years ago I think I forgot why I even liked this show. I thought I remembered it well. Well, I was wrong. Without realizing it, I forgot why I am so attached to it. But while I forgot a lot of things, it let me feel like I was watching it for the first time. I felt like a kid again. It felt like definitive end for my childhood, even though I’m 20 years old already.

But I remember it now…

I finally remember why I fell in love with Eureka seveN in the first place.  

Time to celebrate surviving three weeks of hiatus with a new prompt! After coffee shops, space and royals, we can’t wait to see what you come up with for:


We’re sure you’re all familiar with this one, and there’s certainly a lot of possibilities to explore! There’s no rules on setting, so you could do a real world AU, or explore the possibilities within the canon. Or do something more exotic! The choice is up to you - as long as someone’s a single parent, it all fits, so go wild!

Again, usual reminders apply; please tag your works #shaumondays in the first five tags, and tag any triggers. If you could tag any otps and brotps somewhere in the post, that would also help us a lot with sorting! Also remember you can tag us @shadowhuntersaumondays within the post if you think it might go missing, and if something hasn’t been reblogged and you think it should have been, don’t be afraid to get in touch!

We accept all types of fanworks that you could dream of, but please remember that all content should be created originally by you. This challenge has been incredible, and we can’t wait to see you rise to this week’s challenge. As always, if you’re in need of inspiration, you can check under the cut for prompts and ideas. If you have questions, ask them here, and remember fanfics posted on AO3 can be added to this collection if you wish! Happy creating!

Love, the SHAUMondays squad

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anonymous asked:

Why are ppl all uwu in their feelings over a pedophile getting needle-cookies? Lmao props to the person who did it tbh Pedophiles use disgusting shit like underage ships and incest pairings to get ther victims to think the abuse their enduring is okay. Pedophiles run to fandom fools who spew that mindless ship and let ship bull shit for validation and protection Tbh this is not just some ship drama it's literall pedophillia being normalized and making pedos feel safe I hate it so fucking much

Literally! and if i have to hear about how ‘frisk’s age was never confirmed in canon’ one more Goddamn time!! 

it doesn’t NEED to be. toby gave us enough proof by having sans call them kid, and toriel call them child, and the striped sweater comment like. it’s called NARRATIVE SYMBOLISM. 

ALSO if i have to hear about how “we’re frisk” and “frisk is just you the whole time!” again in the good lord’s year of 2017? i’ll LOSE IT. the whole POINT of undertale was that frisk was THEIR OWN PERSON the whole damn time!!! and in being their OWN PERSON they were also, a FUCKING CHILD!!! 

shipping them with ANYONE is pedophilia at worst, and just mad creepy at best. 

it’s funny to me how these same people talk about how fiction =/= reality and how “out in the real world! real pedophiles hurt REAL kids!!!!” but then sit behind computer screens and whine and cry about ship hate and harass people over rightful negativity showing up in the Search. but ANYWAY.

anonymous asked:

hey, can I request a Damian x Reader where they're younger (like 10-12) and somehow best friends but they have a secret like sucking their thumb? and gets all flustered when Damian finds out bc it's a weird habit for kids their age? pls and thank you!

Hi! Sorry this took a while to be posted! Have been busy lately which is the reason why posts are sporadic. Hopefully that will cease soon and I’ll be able to finish writing the requests! 

There it is again. Damian’s right eye twitches when he sees it from the corner of his eyes. This was not the first time he has seen it though. Over the past year, he has seen this countless of times but Damian has never had the chance to actually confront you about it. Damian has waited for you to tell him about it yourself but it has come to his attention that perhaps you had wanted to keep it a secret from him. Though judging by how he has seen it again, you are not doing such a good job.

Damian tilts his head to the side and sees you stiffening slightly before lowering your hand. He turns around to face you causing you to abruptly stop – your nose is almost touching his with how he had surprised you by turning around so suddenly. You stare at your best friend who is staring right at you with slightly narrowed eyes.

“Is something the matter, Damian?” You ask him, stepping back to give some space between the two of you. Your fingers twitch and you gulp. “Damian, you are starting to scare me.” You tell him using your other hand to lightly push him away from you.

To your surprise, Damian grabs a hold of your hand and brings it up to his face. When you try pulling your hand from his hold, he simply tightens it and you have been Damian’s friend for a while now and you know he will only let your hand go once he has satisfied his curiosity.

“Tt.” Damian stares at your fingers before peeking at you. “I thought you would come to me about this.” He tells you causing you to look at him in confusion because you do not really know what he is talking about.


Damian raises one of his eyebrows at you. “This habit of yours.” Damian points to your thumb and you blush immediately. Damian is slightly taken aback because this is the first time you have ever reacted like that in front of him. “Tt.”

“It – It’s nothing,” Your face feels extremely hot and when you try to tug your hand from Damian once more, he simply laces your fingers together with his and stare at you. You are aware of how stubborn Damian can be – it reminded you of the time when you first met him: if someone told you right then that you would be the best of friends with Damian, you probably would have laugh because the two of you were so different but once you got to know him, surprisingly the two of you share a lot of common interest. You sigh in defeat. “It’s just a habit… I can’t seem to break out of it yet and it gives me comfort.” You explain.

Damian hums, motioning for you to carry on. You let out another sigh – your face still feels like it is burning but not by much. “It’s embarrassing and weird.” You mumble, unable to look away from Damian’s eyes.

Damian shrugs. “I suppose it is a weird habit.” Damian mentions and you are about to tug your hand away when Damian tightens his hold on yours. “It is nothing you should be ashamed of. I unfortunately do not really have any habits of that sort but if you feel like sucking your thumb to help alleviate your discomfort, you are welcome to do so.” Damian points out before tugging you to follow him. “It is not like I will shun you or push you away. You are silly, Y/N.”

A smile appears on your face before you nod your head. Instead of walking behind Damian, you fall in to steps with him instead. “Thank you, Damian!”



Word count: 7,240.
Summery: Seokjin was in deep troubles. How the hell is he supposed to win over a love potion he gave himself? 
Genre: Super Villain!AU, fluff
Warning: The jokes in this piece may make you throw up with how bad they are. I did it on purpose. Enjoy.

I had so much fun writing this, honestly. I hope you’ll have just as much fun reading it!♥

Kim Seokjin found his super power at a relatively young age, and absolutely by accident.

The first few years of his life he spent mostly at home, without a lot of contact to the outside world. He had one friend who has been his neighbor since he could remember himself, a silly kid called Lee Junghwan. Junghwan came to play with him, their mothers watching over them in turns.

They were all the other had, until Junghwan went to what he called “Kindergarten”. He went in the morning and Seokjin waited for him for long hours while he stayed at home. When he became too bored with this routine and asked his parents why they didn’t send him off like Junghwan’s parents did, they simply informed him that he was different than Junghwan. They promised they only did this to keep him safe, and he didn’t know what put him in danger in the first place, but if his parents said so it must be true.

Two years later something changed, Junghwan’s “Kindergarten” turned into “school” and suddenly, his friend became even busier. When Seokjin asked, Junghwan said it was bad but good at the same time. Seokjin had a hard time wrapping his head around such a concept. He kept trying hard every time Junghwan came back from there, happily recounting his days to his friend’s ears. His parents taught him whatever Junghwan was learning at home, like they were his “Teachers”.

Whenever he asked they told him again, it’s for your own good. You’re different from the other kids and its better this way.

The first snow of the year hit them pretty fast, and when children’s laughter filled the otherwise calm neighborhood, Seokjin slowly became curious. He watched Junghwan play with children that he didn’t know, watched him be happy with them. Questions started rising from within him when his parents denied his request to go out and join their games every single time he asked.

What was so different about him? He looked exactly like those children.

Junghwan noticed Seokjin looking at them from the window of his room. He was unaware of the rules forced down on Seokjin, and decided to bring his friends up to Seokjin’s room when his parents were working. They played for a while and Seokjin was never happier, he could have more friends than just Junghwan, they could be a team! Just like he read in the comic books his parents bought him in case he gets bored.

The discovery happened on that day, in that room with those children around him.

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anonymous asked:

hello uh;; sorry if this comes off as sudden but i wanted some advice as ive been really down about this. im taking my n levels this year and idk why but for years it makes me feel really inferior knowing that im in the NA stream and so many of the people that are close to me are from the Express stream and that makes me so sad knowing that soon they will be gone and ill be left behind both in education and them being somewhere else. idk what to do;;

hey hey, i understand how you feel but please don’t look down on yourself being in NA! i’ve had lots of friends in NA and I’VE always been jealous of them bc they were given lots of opportunities to try more hands on courses like Design & Technology and Cooking while us express kids were stuck with academic studies.

i’m assuming that you’re not as close with your classmates as you are with your Express class friends? if you have a CCA, try to bond with your juniors and make friends with the fellow sec 5s who’re staying too!

remember, kids in the express doesn’t mean that they’re inherently “better”. you aren’t being “left behind” either, they’re just graduating earlier and you’re doing just fine as you are, with the original structure of secondary school which used to be 5 years anyways! have trust in your friends that they won’t simply leave you either.

Me and my friend watching order of the phoenix (her for the first time) just as Sirius dies
  • my friend: This is just one of Harry's nightmares right?
  • me: .....
  • me: I'm sorry
  • me: I know It's horrible
  • me: Remus wasn't Sirius's boyfriend
  • my friend: did you see those looks? He was his boyfriend. AND NOW HE'S ALL ALONE!!! AGAIN!!!
  • me: it really does suck
  • my friend: fuck this. fuck JK.Rowling. Fuck harry potter. fuck Dumbledore. FUCK EVERYTHING HE IS NOT DEAD I REFUSE!