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Literally the only three things you need to know about Jane Austen

1. Her first major novel (Northanger Abbey) was written solely because she was so salty about how dramatic and cliche and formula Gothic novels were. You know what I mean. Every castle is foreboding. Every villain is awful but can’t bring himself to kill the heroine because she’s Too Pure. Every middle-aged female companion wants to do the heroine in. The heroine is Pure and Perfect and Is Good At Everything Young Women Should Be and recites quotes and/or the Bible whenever she’s in danger and that makes everything better. All butlers are evil. Jane Austen wrote a book specifically to go “THIS is how NORMAL people react to things!!!”

2. “She never changed her opinion about books or men”

3. “As a girl she wrote stories, including burlesques of popular romances” and you know what that means. Jane Austen started off writing smut fanfiction. If that’s not writing reassurement that you can be great no matter what you choose to write, I don’t know what is.

(Both quotes from the Penguin Classics version of Northanger Abbey)

Storm in the Room thoughts

I’m about to go to sleep but I wanted to share a few thoughts on Storm in the Room!

I loved it. Easily one of my favorite episodes of the series (maybe even like, top ten). This meeting between Rose and Steven is something people have been thinking and theorizing about since literally episode one, and I just felt like the payoff was so good.

The thing that cements it as great in my book is the last couple of minutes, when the storm starts. First of all, the storm is so visually striking and the animation is stunning!! Rose’s hair looks great, Steven’s expressions and the framing of everything felt totally perfect. I really, really liked the way the colors of the room changed to a darker pallette that was still colorful. Normally depicting storm clouds in cartoons is so dull, because the only thing that changes is the clouds turn gray. For this, we got a beautifully animated and colored scene that definitely sticks out. The visual of Rose in the center of a storm with Steven kneeled down in front of her was really heavy hitting. And I feel like making peace with his role with regard to Rose will help Steven move forward, for sure.

It seems like he has to come to terms with the fact that he will never *actually* know or have a relationship with his mom. But then, the ending really tied it together by showing that despite not having his mom in his life, he still has a *great* support network and a loving family that will ALWAYS be there for him, so he’s never truly alone. Plus oh my gosh it was adorable seeing them all roll in and cheer Steven up, even though they had no idea what had just happened–it was exactly what he needed. And you know what I need? More adorable fluff, slice-of-life type stuff that includes the Gems. Cuz this pizza party is just so cute?? I also need sleep, so I’m gonna head out. Love you guys!

Having literally just seen Moana, all I can think about is how absolutely perfect the setting and cast is for a Kingdom Hearts game.

Moana and Sora would have such good conversations - rafts and hearts and discovering other worlds, man oh man, I think I want it more than Star Wars. The boss battle happens right in the movie theater! And hello, fish hook keyblade!

I swear I saw the tree in the movie, for crying out loud. You know the one. The one they sit on in every Kingdom Hearts game - that one. Same setting sun and everything.

Square-Enix: don’t let me down.

So Flirty - Derek Luh, Sammy Wilk, Jack Gilinsky Imagine


Being the only girl in a squad can be fun, but it surely isn’t always easy especially if you have very flirtatious best friends like I do. 

I just turned 19 and I’ve been friends with Derek Luh, Sammy Wilkinson and Jack Gilinsky since I was 13 years old. I’ve always been more comfortable being in guys’ company than girls and there’s a reason for that. 

When I was 12, I had a best friend named Ashley. We were inseparable. We were literally every single day together hanging out and doing fun stuff. Everything was perfect for about a year and then, my “bestie” started to hang out with the girl that we used to hate to death and blew me off. I was devastated, I couldn’t believe that Ashley would ever do that to me. I had thought that our friendship was going to last “forever”, but she ruined everything. But that’s not all, there was one boy that I was so in love with, his name was Adam. He was really cute and we would’ve always made and eye contact when our eyes would met and it was really cute. But then, this bitch started dating him as soon as we stopped hanging out. I was so hurt and mad. I wanted to rip her hair off. She knew I liked him and she did something like that. 

As I was deeply disappointed in girls’ friendships, I didn’t want to have friends anymore at all, especially not female friends. But then, I met these three; Luh, Wilk and Gilinsky. When we just started to hang out, I was really scared to get too close to them just because I didn’t want to be hurt by them like I was by Ashley so I didn’t taker our friendship seriously at all. But as the years were passing, I realized that they’re nothing like Ashley. After 3 years of non stop hanging out with my new 3 best friends, I knew they were here to stay. 

‘Sammy,’ I whined ‘Let me go.’ 

‘Noo’ He protested tightly holding his arms wrapped around my waist. We were watching a movie for 2 hours in his and G’s house and we were cuddled into each other and I really had to pee, but he didn’t want to let me go. 

G didn’t want to watch the movie with us because we’ve all seen in a million times, but Sammy got sick a few days ago and the cold was still holding him so I had to please him and watch the movie again. I always treat him like a baby when he’s sick. Well, not just him, all three of them.

‘I’m gonna pee in my pants,you idiot’ I chuckled. 

‘But your boobs were so comfy and I was just about to fall asleep.’ He said and I rolled my eyes. 

‘I’ll come back in a minute.’ I said managing to pull out of his tight grip. ‘Gosh, Sammy’  

I was literally running upstairs to the bathroom and when I finally reached it, I just rushed in without even checking if someone was already in there and what happened? 

‘Jack, oh my God!’ I screamed as I saw naked Gilinsky stepping out of the shower. I quickly covered my eyes and turned around. ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were in there and I have to pee really really bad.’ I started apologizing. 

‘It’s okay, y/n.’ He said. ‘I don’t mind really.’ 

‘I’m gonna to..get dressed’ I said reaching for the door knob, but when I tired to open the door, it didn’t want. ‘Why-? Jack, why this doesn’t want to open?’ I asked. 

‘Fuck, did you slammed the door?’ He asked. 

‘I didn’t, they slammed itself.’ 

‘Shit, now we’re stuck.’ 

‘What? Why??’ 

‘These doors are broken and you need to close them really slowly or else they’ll get stuck.’ He said. 

‘Great, G, you’re telling me this now?!’ I said frustrated squeezing my thighs and still trying to open the door. 

‘Wait, let me try’ He said. 

As he stood behind me, I felt his bulge poking my butt and he purposely thrusted himself a little into me. ‘Jack!’ I said slapping his arm and moving away from him noticing that he had a towel around his waist now.

‘What, baby?’ He laughed. 

‘Fuck off’ I chuckled rolling my eyes. ‘And hurry up with opening the door. My bladder can’t hold on anymore.’ I said and he laughed again. 

‘Well pee, I’m not gonna watch you while you’re peeing.’ 

‘But you’ll hear me’ 

‘Y/n, just fucking pee’ He said. 

At this point, I didn’t have choice and I just had to do it. 

‘Don’t you dare to peep at me’ I said taking ma yoga pants off. I sat down on the toilet and finally let the piss out of me. ‘Fuck’ I breathed out as I was overwhelmed with a feeling of relief. I saw Jack turning his head a little to peep and I threw a roll of toilet paper at him hitting him in the head. ‘Jack!’ 

‘Now I’m not gonna give you back the toilet paper because you hit me with it’ He said. 

‘Jaack, c’mon’ I whined. ‘I’m done, I need it’ 


‘C’mon, don’t be an asshole.’

‘If you kiss me, I’ll give you the toilet paper’ 

‘Okay, just give me fucking toilet paper!’ I said and he threw it back to me.

I mean, only my friends can blackmail me with the toilet paper. 

I flushed the toilet and came over to the sink to wash my hands. after I dried them, Jack turned me around lifting me up, sitting me down on the sink and standing between my legs. 

‘You promised’ He smirked. 

I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. I pulled back and he raised his eyebrow at me. ‘What?’ I chuckled shrugging my shoulders. 

‘Seriously? I didn’t mean kiss on the cheek’ 

‘I know, but I’m not gonna kiss you, you’re my best friend, you idiot.’ 

‘I know you want it as much as I do’ He said trying to seduce me by pushing his head into my neck and leaving a kiss there. 

‘Jack, stop’ I laughed pushing him back and then he laughed with me too. ‘Open the door, I’m not planning to be stuck with you here forever’ 

‘Oh, but I do’ He smirked and I rolled my eyes at his constant flirting with me. ‘Sammy!’ He yelled. ‘Samuel, come upstairs and rescue us!’ 

It was around 2 a.m. and I was laying in my bed and watching some youtube videos since I couldn’t sleep for some reason. Just when I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again, I got a call from Derek. 

‘Y/n…’ He whined. By the sound of his voice, I immediately knew that he was not sober.

‘Derek..’ I sighed. ‘Why are you drunk again?’ 

‘I was feeling like shit and now I feel even worse. I need you to come and pick me up’ 

‘I’m really tired, call Jack.’ 

‘Noo, I want you, please, I’m sad.’ 

‘Uh, okay, I’m coming. Just tell me where you are’ 

I sat in the car and started driving toward the club that Derek was in. 


‘Let’s get you upstairs’ I said struggling to take him into his room. 

‘You know, I’m really happy to have you’ He mumbled. 

‘I know you are’ 

‘If there wasn’t for you now, I’d have to drive by myself and who knows, maybe I’d get into a car accident’ 

‘Oh my God, Derek. Don’t even think about things like that.’ I said shaking my head. I don’t know what I’d do without three of them and I don’t even wanna imagine a life without them. 

‘I love you. So so much.’ He said taking my face between his hands as we reached his bedroom. 

‘I love you too. Now go lay down on the bed while I go get you some water, okay?’ I said and he nodded. 

As I came back into his bedroom, I almost dropped the glass filled with water when I saw Derek naked laying on the bed. 

‘Oh my God, seriously?’ I asked turning my head. ‘What is wrong with everyone today? Why do I have to see everyone naked?’ 

‘I sleep naked.’ He said. 

‘Nice to know.’ I said sarcastically. ‘First Gilinsky, now you.’ 

‘Gilinsky? Why did you see him naked? Did you cheat on me?’ 

‘It was accidentaly, of course.’ I said. ‘And I did not cheat on you because we’re not even together’ I rolled my eyes. 

‘I know, why do you have to rub it in my face?’ He asked almost starting to cry. 

‘Oh my God, you’re so drunk, Derek.’ I sighed. I covered him with a white quilt cover and moved his hair out of his face. ‘Sleep now, okay? I’ll come to check on you tomorrow.’ I said. 

‘Won’t you stay here with me like you always do?’ He asked pouting. 

‘I can’t tonight. I have something important to do tomorrow.’ I said. ‘I’m going. Goodnight.’ I kissed his cheek and he kissed mine before I left. 

‘Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?!’ I was going crazy cause I couldn’t find my other nude heel that I needed. I was about to start crying cause I couldn’t find it when I remembered where could it be. 

I quickly sat in my car and drove to Gilinsky and Sammy’s place. Waiting impatiently for one of them to open the door, I texted my date to come and pick me up on this address. 

When Jack finally opened the door his eyes went wide ‘Damn, baby’

‘Get out of the way’ I quickly walked past him running upstairs into my room. Yes, I have a room at theirs place. 

‘Whoa, she’s so hot’ I heard Samy and Derek comment.

‘Here you are!’ I felt such a huge relief when I found the heel laying next the bed. 

‘Why are you so dressed up?’ Derek asked me when I entered the living room. 

‘Because I’m going on a date.’ I said smiling as I sprayed my favourite perfume all over myself. 

‘What?’ All three of them said at once. ‘Why?’ They asked and I laughed. 

‘I don’t know really. I mean what kind of question is that?’ 

‘With who?’ Just when I was about to answer the question, the doorbell rang. 

I hurried to open the door and all three of them followed me. 

‘Seriously, guys?’ I asked quietly before I opened the door. 


‘Hey, Kian!’ I smiled as I kissed his cheek and he pulled me into a hug. 

‘You ready?’ He asked. 

‘Yeah, let’s go.’ I said and then I heard G, Sammy and Derek clearing their throats. I rolled my eyes smiling as I turned to them. 

‘Who are they?’ Kian asked me whispering. 

‘They’ brothers.’ 

‘Listen, we want her back by 11, understood?’ G said. 

‘P.M.’ Derek and Sammy added. 

‘I’m scared’ Kian whispered in my ear.

‘Oh my God, please ignore them.’ I chuckled. ‘Let’s go.’ I said pulling him outside.

‘Y/n, we’re serious! We’ll come looking for you if you’re not here by 11.’ Derek yelled. I turned to them and blew them kiss before sitting in the car with Kian and driving away. 

Tell Me Something That I’ll Forget.

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 11.5K+

Content: Bi!Lashton, polyamory (MFM dynamic), language, graphic content, sexual situations (anal sex, multiple partners, light spanking, orgasm denial, etc.)

A/N: I have returned and it feels so good to be back. This is something that I’ve been working on for quite some time, and it is notably different from what I’ve posted before. I had an idea of Chef Ashton and I’ve always wanted to explore polyamory within the bounds of fanfiction. This is what I came up with after about two months of messing around with it. Have an open mind if this is all new to you. Enjoy. :-)

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Desiderio Di Essere Amato (Part 1)

Summary: It’s your first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the buzz about the one and only Harry Potter joining for the first time sparked your interest. You had everything planned out, everything was perfect. Until a certain Malfoy had to tamper with your plans, and change everything. Possibly for the better, possibly for the worse.

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 2,773

Warnings: None.

A/N: I’ve literally been thinking about writing this for such a long time, and now I’ll finally get the chance. This fic is going to be a multiple part thing, and it’s obviously going to start off from their first year to the sixth year. I’m doing things a little different and taking a risk with this, because I want to show you a different kind of view to a story, the history and the past that Draco and the reader (you) create. So i hope you like Part 1, and if you ever want to request something, feel free! Or even if you just want to talk, I’m always here! ♡

Title Translation: “Desire to be Loved”

Part 2 | Part 3

“Holy cow!” You gasped as you watched a young, brunette haired boy with round glasses jump into a magical portal.

Your eyes widened as they had disappeared immediately, the portal wavering due to movement in and out of it. Your mother clicked her heels together, grinning at you.

“Is this the entrance to Platform 9 ¾, mother?” You asked, curiosity and amazement lacing your tone. Your mother nodded, and you looked back to the portal with a sudden sense of fear in your eyes.

Your mother noticed, causing her to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Just do what everybody else is doing and get a head start. Then run into the portal, and make sure you keep your feet and bags steady so you don’t make a mess over there. Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll be right behind you.” She explained.

You gulped down your nerves and nodded, standing right before the magical wall and steadying your feet to the ground. You tightened your hold on the trolley that held all your bags and your cat named Winnie, bracing yourself for what’s come in just one moment.

“Go on, Y/N, it’s not that bad!” Your mother tried to encourage, but her efforts proved to be no help as the pit in your stomach grew.

However, before you could panic any longer, you pushed yourself and soon, you were disapparating through the portal and reapparating onto Platform 9 ¾.

“Oh dear…” You swallowed as you landed on the balls of your feet, your trolley swaying slightly. Before all your things could tip over, the grip on the arm handle was enough to keep it from falling and save you from  a boatload of embarrassment.

Your eyes wandered around you, seeing all different kinds of children scattering throughout the station with expressions full of every emotion you could possibly name. Children of all different ages and their parents littered Hogwarts Express, getting on and off the train in a matter of seconds. Some were already wearing the robes that were provided to each student, but others wore almost casual clothing, allowing others to pick out who is who. The rumbling and buzzing of the train surrounded you as you watched families separate from each other. White smoke oozed out of the top of the black and red train, and the usual choo choo of the engine echoed in your ears.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Your mother’s voice broke you out of your trance, and you nodded excitingly, causing her to grin. “Come on. We can’t have you being late for your first day at Hogwarts, now can we?” She teased.

Your cat, Winnie, meowed and hissed at the passing bystanders, causing you to demand for her to stop her whining and sit quietly. She had listened, closing her eyes and cuddling into one corner of the cage. Your mother stopped you before you could get any closer to the train, crouching down beside you to bid you one last goodbye before going off to start your first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Remember, Y/N, never let anybody make you think you are incapable of doing anything. You know your strengths and weaknesses, nobody else. Now stay strong for me, stay brave, and do your best. I love you, my sweet baby girl. I know you’re going to do great here.” 

Your eyes watered as you nodded at your mother, wrapping your arms around her neck and bringing her into a tight hug. You whispered an “I love you” into her ear before grabbing your bags and your cage and finally stepping onto the Hogwarts Express. The sound of chatter and squeals invaded your senses, slightly overwhelming you. You walked through the corridor of the train, looking through every section to find not one seat empty.

However, just as you were about to pass a section with three girls and one boy, a voice broke through your thoughts, causing your to turn your head.

“Hey, you! You can sit with us, if you’d like! We don’t bite!” The cheery, jovial voice was coming from a girl with long black hair and piercing green eyes. She looked quite inviting, what with her large, warming smile and pink rosy cheeks that were tattered with possibly thousands of freckles.

You smiled at the girl, squeezing yourself through the entrance of the section a sitting down next to her. You placed your bags beside you as you heard different girl’s voice.

“What’s your name?” You wouldn’t say her tone was bitter, but you wouldn’t say it was exactly as inviting as the first girl who invited you in.

You ignored it, smiling at a young girl with slightly brown or dirty blonde, curly hair and bangs, and cold brown eyes. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You said proudly, greeting the other two people in the room.

The girl with the curls greeted you by holding out her hand and saying, “Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You agreed, then the girl who had invited to sit with them had also held her hand out to you.

“Charlotte Smith. Daughter of Katherine and Jason Smith.” The girl, now known as Charlotte, exclaimed proudly, rapidly shaking your hand.

You chuckled, turning to the only two people who hadn’t introduced themselves yet, a girl with sparkling gray eyes and bright blonde hair and a young boy with dark brown hair and a slightly chubby body.

“Evangelina Marcus.” The blonde girl greeted, sending you a bright smile. You nodded her way then turned to the boy.

“Neville Longbottom.” He introduced, nodding in your direction while playing with the frog that was in his cage. You could tell he was quite shy, probably a very lonely person. However, you could tell he still had friends, just by one look at him. It was a talent of yours, predicting things like that. Almost second nature.

“Nice to meet you all.” You said just as Neville had opened his cage - which was a big mistake on his part.

“God, Neville, you’re supposed to keep them in the cage until we get our houses and rooms sorted!” Hermione groaned as the frog leaped out of our second and into the corridor of the train. One more jump, and it had leaped out of everyone’s sight, disappearing to only God knows where.
“I’ll go after it, you all just get ready. I assume we’ll be arriving at Hogwarts soon, so I suggest you all start getting your robes on at the moment.”

“Did you hear about the rumor that’s been spreading about the new student?” Charlotte raved just as you finished getting your robe on.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her and tilted your head to the side. “Technically we’re all new students, but go on!” You urged her.

She smiled at you with a slight sparkling in her eyes. “Apparently Harry Potter is supposed to be joining us this year!” Her eyes bulged out of their head as she looked at all of us.

I gasped, my jaw dropping immediately. “Do you mean the Harry Potter?! As in The Chosen One?! As in the boy with the lightning shaped scar on his forehead?!”

Charlotte rapidly nodded her at you. “Yes, that’s exactly the one!”

Your mind tried to process the news just as Hermione had returned and the train had arrived at Hogwarts. You all gathered your belongings, and skipped off the train together, suddenly ending up behind the one and only Harry Potter. Charlotte had elbowed in the ribs and pointed excitingly at him, making you giggle. You examined him from behind as you walked, but your attention was soon averted elsewhere as the lot of you stopped right in front a very tall man with a huge beard.

“Hello, Harry!” He greeted Harry Potter with a smile.

They know each other?!

“Hey, Hagrid!” Potter greeted back before Hagrid took you all to a shore and collected you onto several boats that lead to Hogwarts. The lights from the castle illuminated the water that surrounded you all, gasps emanating from almost every single boat on the water.

“Did you see that?! Did you see him?!” Charlotte nudged your shoulder, causing you to laugh.

“Calm down, Charlotte, he’s just a boy!”

Soon, you and all the first year’s were walking up a white, grand staircase that led you all to a stop in front of a woman wearing a witches hat and a green robe. She greeted you all with a smile.

“Welcome to Hogwarts!” She announced, everyone coming to a stop. “Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors with you and and your classmates, but before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses.”

Small whispers were being throughout the crowd, bugging you only slightly.

“They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.”

You winced at the mention of a Slytherin. You knew Slytherin’s too well, they were almost always rude people. Always thinking they’re better than everyone else.

“Now, while you’re here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup-”

“Trevor!” Neville cheered from beside me, pushing his way past Harry and Hermione to grab his frog that he had let out.

Giggles came from every direction around you, but you stayed silent, watching as the woman on the top step slightly glared at Nevile.

“Sorry…” Neville apologized, backing his way up into the crowd.

“The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily.” The woman announced, backing away and walking through a set of double doors.

Nerves coursed through your body, but you had no time to panic as a sudden bitter voice broke through the silence of the crowd.

“It’s true then,” They spat, and you turned your head to your left to see a boy your age with gelled blonde hair staring at Harry with pure hatred in his eyes. “what they’re saying on the train.” He continued. “Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

Gasps and whispers of his name erupted into the crowd, everyone’s eyes suddenly going straight to Harry, but not yours. You kept your sight trained on the bitter, blonde young boy who had enough guts to greet the Chosen One with such disrespect.

He nodded to a boy in front of him. “This is Crabbe…” then nodded to the boy who stood behind him. “and Goyle… and I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” The boy, now known as Draco, then pushed himself off of the stairs and walked right in front of Harry, pushing his face only so close to his.

The one and only, Draco Malfoy. You thought. You had heard about him everywhere! ‘The Slytherin son of Lucius Malfoy!’

The redhead who stood beside Harry let out a cackle at his name, Draco immediately snapping his head towards him with a glare. Charlotte elbowed me again in the ribs, looking at me with wide eyes.

That’s Draco Malfoy!” She whispered in a tone you couldn’t quite decipher.

You nodded your head at her, shrugging. “So what?”

“Think my name is funny, do you?” Draco spat, causing the redhead to frown. “No need to ask you yours. Red hair.. and a hami-down robe? You must be a Weasly!” He turned back to Harry, dismissing the Weasly that stood in front of you. “You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” He looked back at the redhead and then back at Potter again, holding out his hand. “I can help you there.”

Harry dismissed his hand almost immediately, looking up at Draco with pride in his stance. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” He retorts, causing you to grin.

And soon, after the small incident on the stairs, you and all the rest of the first year’s were soon being walked into the Great Hall by the teacher who had explained how this would go earlier. Four lines of long, rectangular tables were placed in the middle of the large room, candles floating above everyone. There was an illusion that mimicked the castle ceiling as a starry night sky. You gaped and gasped at every little corner and crevice of the massive room.

“It’s not real, the ceiling. It’s just bewitched to look like the night sky…” Hermione explained, breaking you out of your daze. 

“It’s so beautiful!” Charlotte gushed at you, looking up at the ceiling with a sparkle of wonder in her eyes. You nodded, agreeing with her.

Suddenly, as the crowd came to a stop, the woman from before began to talk again.

“Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.”

Everyone’s eyes averted to a man wearing a purple robe and black robe with a huge, white beard topped with a pair of glasses upon the bridge of his nose. Intrigued, you had started to walk forward, startling Charlotte. And soon you were near the front of the crowd, brushing hands with someone. A gasp escaped your mouth as you felt a spark surge up your hand and throughout you entire body, and you looked to your right to connect eyes Draco. His expression startled you, bitter and cold.

“S-Sorry.” You apologized, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

His brows furrowed, his eyes turning even colder, but his tone of voice was slightly different than you had expected.

“It’s okay.” He stated, pulling his hand away from yours.

You looked away from him when you felt a tap on your shoulder, looking to your right to see a confused Charlotte by your side.

“Why’d you leave me?” She asked, looking between you and Draco, causing him to look away from you and back to Professor Dumbledore in a rush.

You blinked at her, unsure of what to say, your thoughts still glued to what happened only a minute ago. You had quit listening to what the woman was saying before you all, and just looked toward the ground, frowning.

“Hermione Granger!” The woman suddenly called, pulling you out of your thoughts and drawing your attention back to the matter at hand.

You watched as Hermione whispered to herself before stepping upon the platform ahead of everyone and sitting on a chair placed there, the woman placing a witches hat upon her head that abruptly started talking.

You gasped, listening to what it had to say, drawing Draco and Charlotte’s attention.

“Ahh, right then.” The Sorting Hat gruffed. “Hmm, right… okay.. GRYFFINDOR!” It announced, sorting Hermione into her house.

Interesting… You thought, giggling to yourself.

“Would you stop being so loud?!” Draco spat at you, causing you to wince.

“Draco Malfoy!” His name was called for sorting, and he froze, slowly making his way up the platform.

You glared at the back of his head until he turned around to sit down, his eyes immediately connecting with yours. Your breath caught in your throat, your mind floating with questions as to why you were acting this way under just his gaze.

“SLYTHERIN!” The hat yelled before it could even sit atop of his head.

Draco smirked at you, making his way over to the table that had been cheering for him. You groaned under your breath.

Of course he’s Slytherin!

“Y/N Y/L/N!” Your name was called next, releasing a gasp from your mouth. You closed your eyes for a second before tiptoeing your way up the platform and onto the seat.

The hat was placed on your head just as your bum touched the seat. “OH!” It had shouted, seeming as if it were pondering upon your position. “Hmm… You’re an interesting one, aren’t you? Very courageous… very mature… Yet, very shy- HUFFLEPUFF!”

The table you would sit down at cheered and hollered for you, and you smiled, immediately running over to them. Everyone who sat there patted your back and welcomed you with a warm hug. However, you felt a pair of piercing eyes burning into your back. You looked behind you, immediately connecting eye contact with Draco Malfoy once again.

His expression was cold and bitter, but his eyes showed a glimmer of humor in them. You smiled at him, showing him he had no power over you, and turned back around to your table, smiling down at your lap.

Oh, you just knew this year was going to be interesting!

And you could not wait for the fun to begin!


What do you mean this movie wasn’t specifically made to be turned into a laven AU

So I want to talk about the credit song a bit more. Armed and Ready is such an amazing song. Since the end of volume 3, most of us wanted Yang to talk about her feelings. About what happened at Beacon, about everyone leaving her, about feeling powerless etc. However, she never did. Yang was never the type to burden others with her pain, she was always the one who smiled through the pain first. So as much as I wanted Yang to talk about everything, I didn’t think she would.

But then this song came. “Armed and Ready” is literally Yang screaming all her feelings, pain, anger and even her love for the people she cares for. It is the perfect Yang song. For example, she is determined to get revenge from Adam, and she is confident that she will do it. That part, her determination etc. is amazingly badass.

But there are also emotional parts where she talks about her trauma, ptsd, her desire to find and protect her sister and her desire to find her friends… It describes her recovery phase perfectly, even better than the entirety of volume 4 did. She went through all the pain, but now she is back, stronger and more confident than ever, and she is ready to right everything that is wrong.

I love this song because it perfectly describes why I love Yang so much. Such an amazing song for such an amazing character. Thank you for this RT.

I still can’t get over the fact that people equate gender to genitals. Why does everything need to be about dick or pussy? Like all the trans guys I know are some of the manliest men I’ve met and I love them so much. And then all the trans girls I’ve met are so beautiful and perfect and literal goals. Like what does genitals have to do with it? Like okay they have a floppy appendage or they have skin folds that have 4,000 nerve endings? Like why do you care what they have down under? First off it’s none of your business what they have and secondly? How does certain shapes that skin make matter? Like quite being judgmental and narrow minded. Let people be who they want to be. Period. End of story.

Oh, dig my shallow grave
It’s not me you’ll safe
Cause I’m a lost cause
A lost, lost cause.

(I love Tales of Xillia 2, but I hate Tales of Xillia 2.)

Episode 12: Otabek’s FS

even though I talked about this in an earlier post already and this post is literally perfect (thank you so much for this tho), I really really wanted to dedicate a post to this topic myself after watching the dubbed version.. because somehow, hearing those words in english and watching the whole scene in english language, made me even more confident about the ‘Otabek is thinking about Yuri’ thing.. and I also noticed something else.. (maybe it’s just because I don’t understand japanese and all the feelings in this scene got through to me only with hearing everything in a familiar language).. but let’s start from the beginnig..

everything starts in episode 12 with Otabek’s FS.. immediately after it begins, we can hear Otabek’s voice: 

“Now is the time for you to take center stage. The whole world is waiting for you.”

but is he talking about himself? I don’t think so.. becaue why should the world be waiting for him when he’s already out there? why should they want to see him when they already do? no, he’s definitely thinking about someone else, and this one is none other than

yes, Yuri Plisetsky. the russian with the eyes of a soldier admired by Otabek for so long..
I guess it’s pretty clear now that Otabek’s thinking about Yuri here.. not only because he looks up to him but also because it’s animated like this.. why else should they show Yuri in this situation as he walks towards the ice rink? if Otabek’s thoughts were dedicated to himself, wouldn’t they’ve shown something like pictures from Otabek’s past and his way til now? like when he was fighting for coming this far or something like that? this is at least what I think..

but let me continue with the sequence.. next up we have Victor in search for Yakov.. he wants to talk about his comeback (bad timing Victor lol).. anyways, as Yuri realizes that, what Victor proclaims, could mean that Yuuri will retire (and while Victor hugs him so adorably), we hear something from Otabek again:

“Don’t let yourself lose sight of what you want. Now is the time to take off.”

so I thought about something here.. why those words in this situation? yes, sure.. for the second part.. Yuri wants to make an exceptional senior debut, he wants to make history and he wants to win gold..
but in connection with this scene? what is it that Yuri shouldn’t lose sight of? what is it that he truly wants? maybe.. he wants to continue skating with Yuuri as his rival? maybe he doesn’t want Yuuri to retire? maybe he wishes for Yuuri to be happy while doing what he loves the most? maybe.. and only maybe, he likes Yuuri that much..
I mean look at this face

would someone who doesn’t care look like that? probably not..
and in connection with Victor hugging him so thightly

and it seems like Yuri is intently thinking about what he just heard.. he looks a little shocked and somehow like he can’t believe what Victor said.. like ‘This cannot be happening.’.. but also his eyes are sparkling, maybe because he tries to think about a way how he could prevent this from turn into reality? and maybe it comes to his mind that he doesn’t want Yuuri to leave like this? it’s like they say, you first realize that you want and need something when it’s about to disappear.. 

“Fulfil your dream. Only you can make it a reality. Live your life as it’s meant to be lived. Move. Dance your dream…”

is the next we can hear while watching Otabek’s FS.. I guess this is focused on the ‘winning the GPF’ part again.. also because we’re totally back to the competition feeling in this scene and you can hear and see all kind of reactions to Otabek’s skating.. even though you could assume that he isn’t talking about Yuri here, I think he still is.. why should he start thinking about himself halfway through?

so let’s jump a little forward to the end of this scene.. 

“This is your beginning. This is your time.” 

are the last words from Otabek.. and in addition to his thoughts we see this

at least for me it’s obvious.. he definitely means not himself but Yuri.. these words, the animation with Yuri standing on the rink side with his eyes closed, slowly opening them to face his challenge and lifting his head with confidence and fighting spirit in his expression.. this alone would be perfect.. but is it just me or fits the music just too good? the sound of Otabek’s FS piece Symphony No.9 goes so nicely with Yuri’s acting in this scene.. and with all the emotions shown before.. Yuri is taking on a challenge, that’s what it feels like to me.. and if it’s only his wish to win or to convince Yuuri to stay in competitive figure skating or both.. that’s for you to decide.

that’s all I wanted to say
Thank you YOI fam ♥ 

I love Moana so much it’s just so good and pure and the music is incredible and everything about it is perfect and I wanna go and see it again and again because it’s literally the best thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life I haven not stopped thinking about it for literal weeks it’s SO. GOOD.


Note: It’s been foreverrrr since I’ve written, but I’ve got an Oak fic for y’all. This one’s pretty humorous. :)


  1. can i request literally anything with oak??like anything u wnat to write bc oak is precious and he doesnt get as much love as he deserves
  2. You said you had very few oak requests so here you go Oak fluff Oak smut Oak angst Oak jealous Oak over protective/possessive Oak misunderstanding Oak first date Oak insecure Oak EVERYTHING I honestly don’t care what you do with any of these just PLEASE WRITE MORE OAK HE’S SO PERFECT AND UNDERAPPRECIATED *dies*

Word Count: 1480

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

Summary: Reader keeps talking about ‘Jake’ and Oak thinks that Jake is the reader’s boyfriend only to find out that, ooh surprise! He’s not.

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Oak sighed, deflated as a heavy weight settled on his chest because of his realization. You had a boyfriend. Or so he thought.

He had heard you talking about ‘Jake’ for the past two days. How he was ‘perfect’ and ‘adorable’ and that you were sad that you hadn’t found him sooner. It hurt him to hear you talk about someone else like that. Oak had wanted to be the reason that you were happy, not some other guy who you’d just met.

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Literally the only thing I’m disappointed about in Netflix’s ASOUE so far is that we didn’t get to see Sunny use her teeth to sword fight Dr. Orwell.

Everything thing else is beautiful, perfect, and what we’ve all been waiting for.

anonymous asked:

What do love most about Olicity?


Oh man, that is one hell of a question. There are just so many things to love about Olicity. Honestly, I think the thing I love most about them is just how honest their connection is! Olicity is like the Cinderella story of ships. It started as literally nothing. Just one scene, a minor connection. But Oliver and Felicity, and more specifically Emily and Stephen, are just so naturally perfect for each other. Their relationship was built on the foundation of honesty with each other. They knew each other inside and out, and saw the absolutely best in each other. But the kicker, the best part, is that very little in their relationship (pre BM Drama) ever felt forced. There are so many ships and canon relationship are built on nothing. With Olicity, everything just seems pure. 

So what I absolutely love most about Olicity just how natural, organic, and pure their entire relationship is. They are meant for each other, they are endgame, and they are the absolute best ship (at least in my mind lol)


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Thank you so much for the ask anon! Your seriously made my night!