make yourself pretty

the puppy bowl is the greatest invention of the 21st century. hair dryers included.

Upon realizing she was failing Potions, and possibly wouldn’t be accepted into the Auror program, Nymphadora Tonks decided to do whatever she had to do sixth year to get her Potions NEWT. 

Receiving the grade involved three things: her newfound ability to change her features to match a photograph, a picture of a young red-headed woman laughing, and Snape’s utter lack of remorse

The utter disgusting-ness of what she’s done makes her realize, six years into her Hogwarts career, that she really is a Hufflepuff after all - that she values hard work, patience, and honesty. That she should have valued them a little more before slipping behind a closed door with Snape, before letting him call her Lily, before learning things about the school’s worst teacher that she will never be able to unsee. 

It’s after that unfortunate experience that she decides, NEWT or no NEWT…she’s going to earn her grade, and her spot as an Auror. Because she’s a Hufflepuff, goddammit. And Hufflepuffs don’t cheat for the grade.

@cpt-starlord - this is your fault.

All it takes is one mention of James McGraw’s hair ribbon and I come over all Matilda.


step one: allow yourself some semblance of a smile. your grief is not an iron cage and you are not trapped. you are allowed to mourn your own innocence, even if you barely remember how it felt. 

step two: hold his hand. you want to, even if you won’t admit it outloud. you want to take him and keep him so close to your chest that the world never has another chance to lash out, but if it did you’d be stood like a shield, like a guardian angel even the devil would avoid. it’s okay. it’s okay. hold his hand. 

step three: you don’t have to say the words for them to be true; at this point the “i love you"s are as natural as breathing, noiseless and soft. when you look at the stars you see the same light you find in his eyes everyday. 

step four: give yourself a chance to heal. it might take a while. it might take years. your past is a minefield no one taught you to navigate before now, but you are strong and you are loved and that’s enough (it has to be enough). 

step five: you gave him a key, a home, a reason to wake up with a smile and he gave you a reason to look forward to what was once a grey-scale future, now bathed in a shade of blue even the ocean would envy.

anonymous asked:

It sounds super angsty, but if you haven't already written it, maybe an unrequited, one-sided love thing between the RFA guys and MC?

I’ve been really busy lately, sorry :C 

Warning: Angst/Heartbreak



He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything

He would text you all the time, venting his frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all

Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted away to you as he gamed

“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love talking to you, MC.”

You took pride in that.

He became more and more special to you, and it warmed your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.

He always took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of you and everyone else.

A special little world that nobody else could enter.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness bubbling in your chest.

“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.

Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.

“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed, beaming happily.

“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,” he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”

Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika. Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it quick?”

Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought you had known.

“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”

He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.

You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.

And it only smashed what remained of your heart to smithereens.

He was never in love with you.


From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he called you often to check up on you, asking things like:

“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”

“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here right?”

“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way too insensitive just now!”

Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night, comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel so damn special. He sure didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.

A week after you realized that you had fallen in love with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for acting… his everything—he asked you out on a date.

You almost screamed into your pillow from excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?

You waited for him in the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But he never came.

You dialled his phone number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”

“Um, Zen? It’s me, MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”

He howled in laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”

He continued to laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first place.

His words were like a slap to your face. It was obvious now.

Zen didn’t care about you at all.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying right now.

You had wasted so much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could even possibly like you back.

“Helloooo? Are you still there?” he hiccupped.

You couldn’t answer, holding back your sobs.

“Oh right, anyway, thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”

“Yeah. No problem. Anything for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.

But it was true. You would have done anything for him. He’d just never do the same for you.


From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he was pretty fucking rich.

Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”

After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d originally thought.

Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business deals all the time.

Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must be.

Not to mention the fact that there were many young men (such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite acting nonchalant every time.

Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better, and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and nights out together.

One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“

He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you saying this?”

You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much about you over all this time, and-“

He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself otherwise.”

You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve realized after spending so much time with you-“

Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”

He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.


This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.

On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.) to look seductive.

He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.

One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…

(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the trust fund kid was there, duh.)

Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office. After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown feelings for.

Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in love.”

You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle could get!

Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re talking about?”

He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and change it.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm, yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.

What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance to confess. Haha. Ahaha.

The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it. But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship between you two. Seven was too important to you.

You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on your street, not even daring to say goodbye.

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Imagine going undercover on a party with Lucifer.

Fandom: Lucifer (TV show)

Word count: 794


  • Lucifer would insist on you wearing the dress of his choice.
  • “We’re not gonna enter if you look like you’re going to church, and even there, I can assure you, Dad wouldn’t be pleased with it…”
    “I need to hide a gun, I can’t wear a scrap of material smaller than my towel!”
    “Well, you can always not wear anything. I’m sure there will be no problem with sneaking in…”
    “You wish! Why don’t you do this?”
    “Darling, that’s a brilliant idea! How clever of you, I would have never thought you were the dirty type…”
    “…that was a joke, please do not undress, Lucifer.”
  • After a very long and heated discussion, you have changed to a dress he chose, but you didn’t let Lucifer interfere in your look in any other way, so he hasn’t seen you until you were finally ready to go and got out of the bathroom.
  • Lucifer was not the one to be impressed easily but you still managed to shock him with the drastic change in your look. He was used to seeing you in your official clothes or sweatpants and was taken-aback when you for once let your imagination go.
  • “Did I manage to strip you out of your words?” you chuckled, seeing him gulp.
    “Darling, right now you can strip me naked if you wish.”
    “Maybe save this for later. Come on, we can’t be late.”
  • When you entered the hall, all eyes were glued to the two of you. You honestly hoped that it was Lucifer who gained most of the attention, because you have never felt good in the spotlight. Of course, it felt nice to know that all your effort to make yourself pretty were working, but at the same time the consequences made you uncomfortable. Besides, given the purpose you went there at the first place, blending in would make your job easier, but now there was no way you could do it. All eyes were on you. On every part of you.
  • “Are you okay?” Lucifer asked when he sensed your sudden lack of confidence.
    “Just… don’t leave me alone here. Please.”
  • He stopped himself from pushing you, instead placing his hand on your back and moving you to one of the less crowded corners, not skipping a beat for one second. In the meantime you noticed the suspect you were supposed to keep an eye on, so you ignored Lucifer’s questions.
  • “Do you think he is here to get an alibi…?”
    “I think I don’t care why he is here, he is over sixty. Better look at all those beautiful ladies around him, it’s such a waste…”
    “Right, and you want to rescue them, my knight in a shining tux? So you better take a look at his phone when you’re over there.”
    “Officer, are you encouraging a pickpocket?” Lucifer gasped dramatically. “Besides, I thought you didn’t want to stay here alone.”
    “I don’t, but he may recognize me. Just come back quickly. And ALONE.”
    “Do this, do that… And there were times when no one told the Devil what to do,” he muttered.
    “Yeah… Wasn’t it right before the fall?”
    “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
  • Lucifer got a little busy with a few certain ladies anyway and you couldn’t stop the suspicion that he did it only to get revenge for your words. The party was far from ending so, fortunately you didn’t have to hurry.
  • Without Lucifer though, there was no one beside you to draw unwanted attention from you.
  • “Care if I buy you a drink, pretty?”
    “No, thanks.”
    “Maybe you want to go outside, you know, get some fresh air…”
    “No, but you certainly should cool off there.”
    “What did you…”
  • You hadn’t noticed Lucifer coming over and you almost squeaked in surprise when he appeared out of nowhere, catching the insistent guy and pining him to the nearest wall without any shows of effort.
  • You have never seen that side of him, so furious that for one second you were sure he was going to kill the guy right there, but you managed to convince him to let go.
  • “We will never go there again,” he stated after the fact, straightening his clothes like nothing happened and you couldn’t stop a laugh, earning a surprised look from Lucifer.
    “I thought that I should be more disgusted than you.”
    “Devil may care, love. Come on, our suspect is already gone. We should look for him somewhere else.”
    “By ‘somewhere’ you mean Lux?”
    “It’s a lovely place and I can assure you, parties there are much better.”
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Part Three Here
Part Four Here

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader
Warnings: hurt!Sam, car crash, angst, concussed!reader, language 
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Word count: 1616
Summary: Dean finally arrives and him and the reader help Sam, but what if the reader’s injuries are worse than even she knows? 
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What happens every 15 minutes when you’re on “close obs”

Elizabeth: “Right, madam, that looks a lot better, still very short, but less uneven. Your father is not going to be happy. Why did you cut it, bean?”

Jacobina: “I don’t know. I just wanted to make myself look pretty, like you, at your dressing table.”

Elizabeth’s face softened.

Elizabeth:“You are beautiful Jacobina. You don’t need make up or anything to make yourself pretty, especially not aged 6. If you want to do something like that again, just ask me and I’ll take you to the hairdressers, sweetheart. You don’t need to hack at your hair, ok?”

Jacobina: “Ok, mummy.”

Elizabeth: “Now, is this the style we want to keep, or are you going to grow your hair again?”

Jacobina: “Yes, it is a little short… I just couldn’t get the sides to match so I had to keep cutting until they did.”

In honor of Women’s Day, I present to you:

“Kayla’s Guide to Getting Career Things You Might Not Deserve Way Faster and Better Than You Ever Thought You Could Get Them.”

1. Don’t tell yourself you’re unqualified. The only person you should let tell you you’re unqualified is the person/industry you’re trying to break into. Don’t self sabotage. Your loudest cheerleader should be yourself. ALWAYS. Its not vain, its a survival method.

2. Never underestimate the value of unpaid work. And I don’t mean internships. Going to someone who pays people to do a thing you know how to do, and telling them you’ll do it for free for a set amount of time in exchange for a recommendation/foot in the door, works like almost every time. Example: “hey I’ll do this writing project if you’ll give me a recommendation for x company where you have connections.”

3. Fuck a font door, find a back window. You don’t always have to follow the perfect steps to your dream career. Stay alert and find creative ways to get your foot in the door. Be the janitor who befriends the CEO and gets a job. Be the student who befriends a professor and gets published with them as an undergrad. Walk into city hall and start asking people for shit. Just be chaotic ok.

4. Charisma gets you so far, its almost sickening. If you can charm someone important into giving you an opportunity– then bust your ass when the opportunity is given to you– you’ve earned their trust for at least long enough for them to give you an opportunity that can change the trajectory of your career.

5. Be Ready. Most successful people talk about “i just was in the right place at the right time doing the right thing” which sounds random, but its NOT. Get yourself as prepared as you can possibly be and go stand in the right place and then wait for the right time.

6. Get used to talking to people you don’t know from a hole in the wall. Talking to important people you don’t know costs you nothing. Send out random ass emails to people in your industry of choice asking them for advice. Like go up to random ass people and ask them if they enjoy their job. Talk to your uber driver about what they did before they decided to drive uber. If you feel like you’re not good at it, force yourself. It gets easier, I promise.

7. IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT WORKS USE IT. Capitalism is too callous to be sitting out here being “too good” for using your looks to get things. I’m sorry but on this beautiful March 8th women’s day, I’m gonna say that if people treat you nice when you look pretty, make yourself look pretty before you ask important people for things. Let nothing stop you, ok. And this goes for men too, buy that nice ass suit, get out there and get what you want. If you dont have that face on fleek that’s okay too. Just bump up your charisma, you too can get things.

8. Have multiple people look at your work before sending it to the person that matters. If you have 10 people you know who are qualified to review something and number 1 is the person you want to submit to, don’t send it to them all at once. Contact number 10 and send your work to them, then take the #10 edited work and send it to #9 and then take the #9 and #10 edited work and send it to #8 and so on and so forth. By the time your work gets to #3 and #2 it will be at a stage of quality that #1 will be blindsided by receiving from a novice.

9. Take time to rest. You can’t be at your best when you’re psychologically damaged by exhaustion. I’m going to say this again. TAKE TIME TO REST. YOUR MENTAL HEALTH IS IMPORTANT. Especially between the ages of 17 and 25, guys that’s the dangerzone for activating a lot of lifelong mental illnesses. Take care of yourself. Be nice to yourself.

10. Get people who are important to your career emotionally invested in your success. After you’ve surrounded yourself with people who can improve your career, make them care. Share your successes with them and thank them when they help you. Make them root for you. Having important people rooting for you while you’re rooting for yourself is the kind of support that gives you the fuel to submit that 60th query letter, that 100th job application, go on that 50th audition.