let's remember the good thing

Everyone Lived.

Everyone lived. When Harry was born, Lily hardly saw him because Sirius was fitting him into a tiny leather jacket, Remus was reading to him, and James was already trying to sneak him to the Quidditch supply store to get Harry his first toy broom. Christmases were spent with full bellies and rooms stuffed with laughter, and there wasn’t a single person without flushed cheeks from all the wine. Lily’s eyes sparkled, and there was always a joke on the tip of James’ tongue. All Harry knew was love, love, love, from every corner of the universe.

Everyone lived, and every Thursday afternoon, Sirius and Remus took Harry to the “library”, which was the secret word they taught him for the ice cream parlor. With each trip, they ordered the biggest sundae that was offered with three spoons, and Harry always ate nearly all of it. They kept it up until the day Harry asked Lily to take him to the library and, when confronted with the shelves piled high with books, he asked her where they went to order their ice cream.

Remus and Sirius got married when Harry was three, and Harry was the ring bearer. Lily cried the first time she saw him in his tiny dress robes. They were just long enough that he nearly tripped halfway up the aisle. There wasn’t a single pair of dry of eyes in the audience that day.

Everyone lived, and on Harry’s sixth birthday, he celebrated alongside Neville with all their friends and family. James gave Harry his first set of toy Quidditch balls. He, Ron, Neville, Draco, and Ginny all played together until Draco pushed Neville off his broom and into the cake Alice had spent hours working on. Lily tried so hard not to laugh at Neville’s frosting-covered face, but instead she went beet red and gave herself away to everyone.

Draco said he was sorry. He actually meant it.

Everyone lived, and the moms had a Lockhart book club, which consisted of everyone getting wine-drunk and complaining about their husbands together. Draco, Neville, Harry and Ron eavesdropped and reported back to their dads, who were standing around the kitchen armed with beer, about what they did wrong that week. Each of the meetings somehow coincidentally ended with each of the men stopping by to bring their respective wives bouquets of flowers or boxes of chocolate “because they just felt like it.”

Everyone lived, and Draco and Harry were friends, believe it or not. When Narcissa and Lucius had a date night, they dropped Draco off at the Potters. James told them scary stories in the darkness of their blanket tent. Lily used magic to cast shadows all over their living room, and Harry and Draco wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. But Lily kissed each of their foreheads and assured them each that everything would be fine, because she and James would never let anything bad happen to either of them.

She meant it.

Draco and Harry stayed up until their eyelids were simply too heavy to bear, but Harry managed to remain awake till Draco was completely asleep before closing his eyes. It was one of the most peaceful things he’d ever seen. He wasn’t exactly sure why he thought that. Not yet, anyways.

Everyone lived. Everyone got a little bit older. The kids all went off to Hogwarts, somehow managing to stuff themselves all into one train compartment, even with Hermione once she joined. Draco and Harry got put into different houses, which was a relief to everyone around them. “they already bickered like a married couple without rooming together,” Ron said when they were first sorted, “I don’t want to think about what we’d have to deal with if they were sharing a dorm.”

The only time Harry and Draco forgot about their friendship was when they played against each other in Quidditch. There were no rules when you needed to be the first one to the snitch.

(I suppose there weren’t any rules when it came to making out with your best friend in an empty corridor after drinking half a bottle of fire whiskey, either.)

Sixth year came with sly glances and brushing fingertips in the hallway; throwing all caution to the wind and risking friendship for feelings Harry and Draco had been denying since they were kids. Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, but no one said a word. Not even when Harry inconspicuously crept out of bed nearly every night at half past two with his Invisibility cloak in tow, not returning until the sun was just peeking out over the mountains, if at all. He looked happier than ever that year, secrets tugging on the corners of his mouth every time he spoke.

Everyone lived, and when Draco and Harry came out to their families their seventh year, everyone groaned. “You owe me ten Galleons,” was the first thing James said to Lucius, and Harry knew then that everything was going to be okay.

Because everyone was here, surrounding him, breathing, alive. They all hugged him and Draco at once, cheeks smooshed together, a mess of laughter and “I love you’s” and kisses on foreheads. They were all connected then, their pulses stitching them together with a bond Harry knew nothing could break.

They all knew hurt; they knew pain and suffering, and they knew loss, but most of all, they knew each other. They knew love, and they knew hope.

As they stood there, a giant amoeba of people from all walks of life, some more challenging than others, Harry let go of the breath he felt as though he had been holding for his entire life.

A doodle of a Dab for all your fast dabs needs

It was cat day today, so this had to be done– Sae-nyan (or would it be Nyan-ran) goes out to make a friend//

Bonus: a mini Yoo-nyan! ☆

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oh hey I said I would stop drawing The Half Cat shit like months ago or smthing but look how things come around in the end

also yeah uh sorry for not letting ritsu actually protecting mob or vice versa in a tanglible way I just. rly love the prolonged suffering

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…cannot be killed or swept aside. now fill the world with music, love, and pride.

15 things I wish I’d known before starting my studyblr:

1. 

You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.

2.

You didn’t know there was such a thing as branded stationery, but heck, there’s a thriving market out there. 

3.

LOOK AT ALL THE APPS. THE ADVICE. The resources! Be wary: sometimes simple is best.

4. 

People are going to share their dreams, fears,  doubts, hopes, ambitions and “oh my fuck what the fuck is happening moments” with you. You’re going to learn so much from people you’ve never met; who live half a world away. You’ll learn that exam stress is universal, as are feelings of inadequacy and loneliness and anxiousness. A whole new world will open up to you, one message at a time.

5. 

People will take your photos, re upload them, use them without credit. They’re going to delete your captions. It’ll piss you off. Its downright disrespectful. You’ll want to leave. Platitudes like ‘the internet is a free space’ will not dull the swell of anger. But don’t let a few fools ruin a good thing. Remember all the messages of support, the funny tags on the reblogs, the kindness oh god the kindness.

6. 

Stand up for yourself. Whether it be your study methods, your study philosophy or your style. Be firm, but respectful.

7. 

Sometimes you’ll wake up to messages which will make you cry. You’ve never wanted to move mountains before, you never thought you could have such a visceral reaction to someone else’s problems  - but in that moment you’ll want to cross international borders and give someone a hug. Oceans be damned. 

8. 

You’re no hero. You can’t help everyone, and your advice may be useful to some and useless to others. That’s ok. Find your own support network within this huge ass community and make it a positive experience for yourself.

9. 

Tumblr’s text formatting is a nightmare.

10. 

Be vulnerable. Writing about your personal experiences will be cathartic. Giving advice will be cathartic. In guiding others you will be guiding yourself. In doing so, you’ll need to be brutally honest about your own failures, your own doubts and misgivings. You will feel vulnerable, a twisted form of quid pro quo you’re not sure you love. Share your stories of success, your stories of failure so that others will step forward and share theirs. Cheer at other’s success; lend a shoulder to cry on when they don’t. Reach out and start a dialogue. 

11. 

Taking a photo will not dull the pain, or tears. You will still have bad days.

12. 

People won’t believe that you use natural lighting. They evidently haven’t spent Summer in Australia before.

13. 

The number of notes or reblogs your posts have does not reflect the impact that they have on a person’s life. Who the fuck cares about reblogs when you’re sitting in the exam hall the next morning. 

14. 

There’s going to be a pointless debate about 'aesthetic’ vs 'effective studying’ which will make you groan and smack your forehead against the closest wall. And then you’re going to remember livejournal. And then you’re going to feel old.

15. 

You’re going to meet people who are kind, lovely, whose opinions differ from yours - and that’s ok. There are going to be people you’ll be able to have long 3am conversations with, whose music library you’ll want to freaking raid, and others whose tags will always brighten your day. There’s going to be people who consistently pop up on your activity feed, shadowing your every move and you’re not sure how to express your appreciation but trust me, they’ll know.


+ You started this project in a midnight ramble not expecting anything out of it. You’re going to be in for one hell of a ride. There is no reason to be afraid.

With love,

fuckstudy.

anonymous asked:

Today has been an awful day. Can you doodle something cute for me to help me feel better?

Dear sweet anon, I wanted to make you a really nice piece of art, but I’m so sleepy that I keep doing that silly lil head-bounce thing. You know the one.

So here is a sketch of a smol chibi Host to cheer you up. 

I think I’m gonna make an “honorable mentions” section on the Markiplier Positivity Pieces page, because this definitely doesn’t count as one, but it’s Mark related AND positive, so, y’know. If someone was like, “I just want to hecking see some Mark stuff that makes me happy,” it’s all in one place.

I’m sleepy babbling now. Sorry, lovely.

I do hope you have a better day, and if not, I hope you have the courage to believe that better days will come.


(I’m also going to tag @markired here, because I know they love this lil cinnamon bun. The more people I can maybe make smile, the better!)

A word on gambling

Hey all, I found the Elsewhere University page like two days ago but man, I was so inspired right away. Please allow me to add to this marvellous universe. 

Some words in advance: 

This story ties into a few others. Nothing but quick mentions, though; @fruedtrollism and @comerunwildwithme you two may catch brief glances of you characters :) It also features the weird humanoid/horseoid skeleton beast from this post

For those who haven’t seen the EU blog yet: Al you need to know is that the setting is a prestigious university set on top of a fairy hill. Have fun reading!


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anonymous asked:

Unpopular opinion: Oikawa would never cheat on Iwaizumi, let alone with Ushijima or Kageyama. He hates them both with a burning passion. Also Ushijima and Kageyama don't exist to be the bad guys in stories. They're just trying to be the best players they can and do the best for their teams

STRONGLY AGREE!

Oikawa and Ushijima do not get along. This is canon. I don’t know if they would have ever gotten along even if they met younger, or played together - their personalities are so completely different and Ushijima just grates on Oikawa’s nerves. And you know what? That’s okay! A person is not going to get along with every single person that they meet. We do not all have to be friends with each other - it’s really unrealistic to expect that! You can not be friends and learn to live with it. So let Oikawa dislike Ushijima, let him have the friends he’s chosen in canon and leave Ushijima out of it.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi have such a deep bond of trust that I find a cheating scenario hard to imagine. Of course, everyone makes mistakes, there could be circumstances… but it’s not something I would ever want to write or feel comfortable writing.

I am also very tired of seeing Ushijima and Kageyama being used just to fill these “antagonist” roles in fanfic and fanart. You are exactly right - they don’t exist to fill these roles, they are all fighting to achieve their own goals and striving to be the best. They are good characters on their own.

send me unpopular opinions

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otp meme - ¼ ‘everyone can see it’ ships

↳ The Newsroom: Leona Lansing & Charlie Skinner 

Let It Go

Author: Mikala
Characters: I wrote this with Dean Winchester x Reader in mind, so that’s where it’s going on the masterlist; but I only used he and she pronouns, so really it could be any male character x any female character! 
Word Count: 650+
Warnings: I made myself sad while writing this. 
Author’s Note: Song fic!! Based on Let It Go by James Bay. This is a re-post from my old SPN blog. 

Summary: They fall apart. They let go. 
(gif not mine) 

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she says don’t be so afraid. says write five truths down. so there are the clouds, forgetting to make rain. so there is the sky and its unseeing eye. i can’t remember the good things, because i like to let the nice words slip through my loose fists like dust. vicious i peel back my eyelids my skin. fevered with nightmare sweat i am afraid. maybe there is a white-eyed truth inside me, a blank-faced truth, a truth cool and slight as smoke, but i worship a god made of mirrors and too much gravity. hungry for still glass & bright lights, my truth is my body heavy as a gravestone. snap my neck down chin to chest. sew my eyes shut. give me a nameless face. give me a sickness of anonymity.

my experience at #EXOrDIUMinMexico

SORRY IF IT DOESNT MAKE SENS! IM STILL SHAKING AND ITS BEEN TWO DAYS LOL, IM PROBABLY MISSING STUFF BUT I WILL ADD MORE. IM GONNA POST MY PICTURES AND VIDEOS TOO SO PLEASE LOOK FORWARD TO IT!

Okay! A lot of you have been asking me and I am ready to share!

Let’s begin with IT WAS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! I will try to remember every single thing  I lived and write it here cause I wanna remember all, GOOD things and BAD things, let´s start then!!

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