more than 50 notes

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hey lovelies so i decided to make a queue list for myself and for my followers to easily queue from ! x

RULES
- must be following me (mughler) - must reblog this post - liking doesn’t increase chances, but you can like to bookmark

BENEFITS
- will be featured on my blog to 17k+ followers - I will be queue-ing from you, making you gain followers - a new friend ofc, a friend you can rant to and talk to at any time !!

HIGHER CHANCES
- reblogging more than once - messaging me :’) x

i’ll choose around 50 blogs from these notes when this post gets 100+ notes, good luck i love you guys xx

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I’m making a faves page ( under construction )

R U L E S :

  • must be following me (it’s only fair), don’t lie ill be checking before picking the winners
  • reblog this post, likes count as bookmarks

P E R K S :

  • queue 4 queue
  • surprise queues
  • promos 3 times a week on request
  • help with anything
  • a new friend
  • a follow back (if i’m not already following)
  • someone to chat to whenever

H I G H E R  C H A N C E S :

  • reblog more than once
  • have an active blog
  • talk to me!
  • reblog my personal posts on my blog

O T H E R S :

  • choosing more than 50 blogs
  • i’ll decide when i’m happy with the notes
  • the banner is made by me
  • if you have any questions, feel free to ask me

Good luck babes :))

do you ever wonder why you don’t sleep earlier and then you realize it’s because you stay up making things like this

In honor of me having more than 50 lovely followers, have a 2.3 k word Drarry oneshot!

Note: this oneshot was posted in my kinda embarrassing Wattpad acc a few weeks ago so it’s kinda weird. No smut or angst. Mostly fluff! This happens during their Hogwarts days with Amortentia (need I say more?). A lil bit of Snape bc he’s the prof, a lil bit of Hermione bc she’s perfection and the rest are supporting characters. 

P.S. All the love to @julietsemophase @dreamydrarry @sprout2012 @whimsically-whimsical @accio-malfoy @oh-my-drarry @fangirl383 @goldentruth813 @cremebunny and all the other baesss <3 this is for you!

P.P.S. The italicized stuff arent italicized, sorry! Hope this doesn’t confuse anyone!


Harry Potter couldn’t help but despise the Classroom of Suffering, the room Hermione and most people called the Potions classroom. The Boy Who Lived certainly did not make the list of ‘most people.’ To begin with, nothing, he thought, could ever make this classroom bearable. Also, he noted that the cold dungeon, the dreaded classroom’s location, was horribly dark, musty, and underlit. Every time he entered the room, he could feel a particular uncomfortable  prickling sensation on his arms—as if all the light in the world was gone. If there was one thing that was sure, it was that Harry especially hated his Potions class because of the fact that a certain nasty Slytherin professor and a group of Slytherin students kept barging into his already chaotic life.

“Potter!” Professor Snape struck a hand on a student’s table noisily, glaring poisonously at him. The Gryffindor students flinched, to which the Slytherin students snickered.

Harry was brought out of his trance almost immediately. Merlin, couldn’t Snape give him a break? He groaned inwardly, but held Snape’s gaze with the same amount of viciousness.

The professor walked towards Harry’s seat at the last row. All the Gryffindor students he passed shifted their seats slightly away from the biased professor.

“Tell me, Potter,” he said sneeringly. “Do you think of my class as a joke?”

The green eyed boy grimaced. If he said something, Gryffindor would surely lose at least ten points. If he didn’t, he’d lose House points just the same.

He looked away to see Hermione shake her head in disapproval.

He decided to answer anyway. Points would be lost either way. With his steady gaze, he said coolly, “No, sir.”

Snape raised an eyebrow menacingly. “Is that so?”

“Yes, sir,” he replied, now glaring murderously. His fists were balled at his side, and they were turning into a pale white color.

Some students sighed audibly at the exchange.

“Then why,” Snape bellowed, “aren’t you paying attention, Mr. Potter?”

Now, even Harry flinched. “I don't—”

“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Professor Snape said, walking back to the front of the class. “I would appreciate if incompetent and bigoted students pay attention during my class.”

The Slytherin students grinned maliciously at Harry, Hermione, and the others. They ignored their taunts diligently.

“Now, I will pair you all up. One Slytherin student with one Gryiffindor student,” said the professor, flicking his wand in the direction of the whiteboard. Only one word appeared: Amortentia.

Harry rolled his eyes contemptuously.

Slytherin. It didn’t matter if it was Amortentia; he’d be partnered with a Slytherin. They had expressed their extreme dislike for Harry more times than he could count.

Apparently, he was the only one who felt this way. Girls sighed dreamily at the prospect of being able to brew the most powerful love potion in the world. Guys laughed and grinned. The room was filled with loud chatter and excited whispers, even if they realized that they had to brew the potion with someone from another House.

“Silence!” Snape shouted.

When the students quieted down, he said coldly with his steely gaze, “Remember that no one is allowed to drink from the potion they’ve brewed. Take only a whiff of it and note down your observations—ten inches of parchment by tomorrow. If any student is foolish enough to attempt to drink it, be my guest. Expect never to pass the NEWTs in Potions. Brew it correctly and pass. But brew it wrongly, and suffer the consequences.”

Snape’s eyes scanned the room wildly, waiting for anyone to say anything. At that, all the students looked anywhere but at Snape’s cold black eyes.

Harry stared at the potions set in front of him, wondering if Snape would again try to shame him.

“Malfoy!” said the professor loudly, jerking everyone back to reality.

“Yes, sir?” said Malfoy condescendingly, looking pointedly at Harry.

“With Potter!” he ordered, pointing to the empty seat beside him since Ron was out sick today.

“What, sir? But—” Harry protested weakly.

“Scared, Potter?” Malfoy interrupted loudly and smirked.

Snape, he thought bitterly, didn’t even bat an eyelash in their direction. The moody professor continued to bark the pairings at random. Hermione ended up being paired with the toad-like Millicent Bulstrode, Neville was paired with the mysterious Blaise Zabini, Dean was with Draco’s minion, Crabbe while Seamus was with the other minion, Goyle. The other Gryfinddor students were paired with the people Harry was less familiar with.

Harry glared. “You wish, Malfoy. Let’s just get this bloody potion over with. Personally, I don’t want detention today.”

The Slytherin boy sat down on the seat beside him and scanned his book. “Says the boy who can’t even make a simple sleeping potion,” Malfoy sneered. “Hand me the chopped ingredients. I’ll do everything else. Don’t touch anything. You’re a walking disaster, and I don’t want to fail Potions, got it, Potter?”

The Gryffindor boy didn’t reply. He sulkily went to the supplies cupboard near the blackboard and gathered the ingredients—with the help of Hermione, of course.

There were long shelves filled with a wide array of ingredients and containers. There were eyeballs, feathers, powdery substances, plant extracts, and many many more. The sight made Harry dizzy. He remembered more than ever why he hated Potions class.

“Hermione, which ingredients do we need again?” Harry whispered, looking quickly through the shelves absentmindedly. “I’m just rubbish at Potions.”

“Oh, Harry.” Hermione plucked a couple of jars from the top shelf—one for her and Millicent and another set for Harry.

“Here. Don’t let Malfoy get to you,” she murmured, giving him the jars and equipment as well. “Good luck, Harry,” she said supportively, smiling a little and squeezing his arm.

“I’ll try. Thanks, Hermione,” said Harry gratefully. He had a feeling he truly needed it. Nobody could push his buttons more than Malfoy. With him around, Harry needed a lot of patience or things would get ugly faster than he could say Wingardium Leviosa.

When Harry got back, the blonde haired boy had already started a small fire below the small potion cauldron. Malfoy read concentratedly with his back straight and two elbows propped delicately on the table. Without looking at Harry, Malfoy said, “Took you long enough, Potter. I was wondering what happened to your sorry self in the supplies cabinet.”

The black haired boy gritted his teeth but said nothing. No, he thought determinedly, I will not lose any more House points. Ignoring Malfoy, he opened his Potions book and followed the exact instructions for how to slice each ingredient to perfection.

“Impressive,” whispered Malfoy at some point when he thought Harry couldn’t hear.

Harry lost track of time while he finished with the ingredients. Quietly, he pushed the tray of ingredients towards Malfoy.

Malfoy looked at the ingredients incredulously. He looked ready to say something rude but decided against it. Even he knew they looked just about okay. So he put the ingredients in one by one, following the exact instructions.

Soon enough, Harry and Draco’s potion was finished. Surprisingly, they had finished first. The room was filled with the sweet smell of whatever that certain person desired the most; in fact, the other pairs couldn’t concentrate properly. It took another one of Snape’s yells to keep the room quiet.

Both Draco and Harry’s eyes were fixated on the sheen of the potion, and their noses were practically stuffed inside the small cauldron.

“I can’t smell a thing!” claimed Harry. “Your bloody perfume’s clogging my airway, Malfoy!”

Harry had had it with politeness. He tried so hard, only to be let down by the supposed king of Potions.

What a waste, he thought.

“Easy for you to say, Potter! I’m practically drowning in the scent of your shampoo!” Draco crinkled his nose in disgust.

“This must mean you’ve gotten the potion wrong!” Harry taunted loudly.

Now, their classmates had stopped making their respective potions to watch the fight.

“Like hell I did, Potter! I followed all the instructions and you know it! Tell me exactly who didn’t slice the ingredients properly!” the other boy retorted angrily.

“Merlin’s beard, Malfoy! I did everything right this time and you know it!”

“Maybe if you hadn’t doused that evergreen shampoo of yours all over your hair then I would be able to properly smell it!”

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t poured a whole bottle of lavender perfume on yourself today, I’d be able to smell it too!”

“Bloody—”

“Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy!” Snape barked suddenly, whirling towards their station. His jet black cloak billowed as he strode.

If looks could kill, Professor Snape would’ve killed Harry a million times over already. “Potter,” snarled Snape, “would you like to give me another reason to deduct House points? My class is no playground.”

The angry professor conveniently “forgot” to reprimand Malfoy. Harry enviously snuck a glance at the other boy, who looked away. He wanted more than anything to punch the boy’s his pale face.

Snape chose this moment to look at Malfoy, who looked back meekly. “Try smelling the potion again, Mr. Malfoy. Try not to disrupt my class again, Potter,” he said.

Harry grumbled a string of curse words angrily. Why was Malfoy never reprimanded by Snape? Damn Slytherins, he thought in annoyance. It wasn’t only his fault!

“Potter,” Malfoy said irritably, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

“Shut up.”

“Potter!”

“Go away, for Merlin’s sake!”

“No, you don’t understand,” Malfoy said exasperatedly. At this, Harry looked at him expectantly. “I—”

“I what, Malfoy? I suppose you want to make me look more like a fool,” he said sarcastically, glaring.

“Oh, whatever, Potter. Just sniff the bloody potion again, why don’t you?”

***

A thought just occured to Draco Malfoy—something so strange to the point of outrage, but it was a thought nonetheless. As he had stood there bickering with Potter, he realized that Harry could smell his lavender perfume even if he hadn’t worn perfume today. The mere thought of that made Draco’s stomach churn wildly, and his pale cheeks blush furiously.

Bloody hell, he’d really rather not think about it.

He stole a glance at the Boy Who Lived inconspicuously; Harry was still looking at the potion in confusion.

Potter is as dense as a rock as usual, he thought in satisfaction. It was a thought that comforted him. Surely, Harry wouldn’t ever realize—realize that Draco fancied—

NO!

Absolutely not, he chided himself. Anyone but Potter. Impossible.

He wanted to scream out in frustration. Why Potter, you idiot? You’re a Malfoy!

But in consolation, at least, based on logic, Harry seemed to fancy—

NO!

He took a deep breath. He knew that he could never look at Harry the same way again for the rest of his life. For that, he cursed the inventors of Amortentia. Why did he have to smell Harry’s evergreen shampoo?

His heart was pounding in his chest. The scent of evergreen was still there mocking Draco—taunting him. But now, he could smell other things, although they were much fainter and lighter. He could smell the library in the Malfoy Manor, his favorite snacks that the house elves always made for him, and many other things.

Let Snape dismiss class, he wished. It was the first time that he wanted to get away from Potions.

“I think…,” Harry murmured mostly to himself. “I think I smell something.”

Then, thankfully, Snape dismissed the class. Draco packed up his things and walked faster than ever, bolting past Crabbe, Goyle, and the others, who looked at him strangely. Once he was in the hallway again, he started to breath normally.

His thoughts and feelings were still running wild. He didn’t know if he was supposed to be happy Harry fancied him or disgusted because he liked him as well.

At least nobody else suspected anything was up, he thought in relief.

But he spoke too soon.

A few feet in front of him, Granger was talking to Potter consolingly. Granger, he noticed, looked a bit distressed, but tried not to show it. It alarmed Draco because he knew that if she knew and she told him, it would lead to embarrassment. Forever.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said to him reassuringly. “I’m sure there was just a minor problem with your brewing.”

“But Hermione, I was so sure I got it right this time! Maybe—”

“It’s nothing, Harry. Just write down what you smelled,” she said slowly. Staring at Draco, who was watching the conversation unfold, she said firmly, “It will work out in the end, I promise. One of these days, something… surprisingly good will happen.”

It was a good thing Harry was looking the other way or he would’ve noticed Draco staring. Granger saved me the trouble of having to explain everything.

Then, Granger tugged Harry’s arm and they went on their way to their next class.

One of these days, he would thank Granger. And Harry for being a daft idiot sometimes.

Also, he realized, that if he wanted something—anything at all—to change with him and Harry, he had to act immediately. And he would. It was as if he was a Seeker and the Snitch was buzzing around his ear again—all he had to do was catch it and everything would be his.

“Draco?” Crabbe interrupted curiously. “Are you all right?”

The boy nodded, his haughty facade showing. “Of course, I’m fine! What do you think, Crabbe? Where is Goyle anyway?”

“Here,” the other boy mumbled.

“Let’s go then!” Draco said impatiently. “I don’t want to be late for class. I don’t have time for you two and your nonsense.”

As he walked with Crabbe and Goyle, he wanted nothing more than to stop and think. But of course, he couldn’t.

But maybe someday it would really work out, as Granger had put it. He didn’t want to say the word but he had a feeling that love quite possibly could be on its way.

—–

Phanfic Awards 2016 - Nominations

Welcome to the Phanfic Award Nominations! This year, we’ve added a fair few amount of extra awards, so we’ve helpfully split everything up into individual categories to keep everything a bit more organized.

You can view how things are split up below, as well as access the links to the google forms for each category of awards. 

As the Awards have switched to google forms this year, we’ve limited Nominations (as well as voting) to one nomination per award per person. You will need a google account in order to place nominations, however this will also allow you to edit your nomination forms as often as you like until nominations close in two months time. Please note, however, that though we will not be checking in on nominations until the forms are closed, any person who leaves more than one fic as an answer to the award question will have their nominations form discarded immediately. The lack of character limit is only to allow ample room to fit the full fic title, author name, and website, not to allow more than one answer to be given.

As many of the awards are new, and we are monitoring nominations (click here for more information). Award Categories that do not receive many nominations will be dis-continued when we move on to voting. 

This year we are also introducing the Fun Awards to celebrate  the Phandom itself, including awards for Phandom Members, Moments, and Videos! Please check these awards out and remember to nominate to show us whether you guys would enjoy these awards or not!

Remember, each person only has one nomination per Award, so make them count! Be sure to pick the fic that you personally thing deserves to be nominated the most, even if it is a hard choice. Take advantage of the two month deadline, and remember that the Phandom Big Bang fics are about to begin rolling out, so take your time and make sure you’ve nominated the fic you want to nominate most by the December 31st deadline!

Below are listed Categories and the Awards under their form with added explanations to help you understand what each Award is for

Fun Awards

  1. Fave Phan Blogger - for your favorite phan tumblr blog!
  2. Fave Phanfic Trope of 2016 - favorite phanfic trope of the year (pastel/punk/, 2009x2016, ect)
  3. Fave Fan Created Video - favorite phan based video created by a fan
  4. Fave 2016 danisnotonfire Video - favorite video Dan did alone
  5. Fave 2016 AmazingPhil Video - favorite video Phil did alone
  6. Fave 2016 Gaming Channel Video - favorite video on their gaming channel
  7. Fave 2016 Dan and Phil Collab Video - favorite video Dan and Phil did together NOT on their gaming channel
  8. Fave Phan Moment of 2016 - favorite Dan and Phil moment that happened in 2016
  9. Fave 2016 Dan Tweet - favorite Dan tweet of the year
  10. Fave 2016 Phil Tweet  - favorite Phil tweet of the year

Best Overall Fic Awards

  1. Best of the Best Fic - best overall fic of the year
  2. Best Tumblr Fic - best fic that was only posted on tumblr
  3. Best AO3 Fic - best fic that was only posted on AO3
  4. Best Wattpad Fic - best fic that was only posted on Wattpad
  5. Best Fanfiction.net Fic - best fic that was only posted on ff.net
  6. Best Author - best overall phanfic author in 2016
  7. Best Collab - best fic written with more than one author

Best Genre Awards

  1. Best Angst - best angst fic of 2016
  2. Best Fluff - best fluff fic of 2016
  3. Best Smut - best smut fic of 2016
  4. Best Combination - best fic including elements of angst, fluff, and smut in 2016
  5. Best Songfic - best fic based on a song in 2016
  6. Best Storyline - fic with the best storyline in 2016
  7. Best Slow Burn - best fic that made you feel the burn of their slow going romance
  8. Best Platonic - best fic where Dan and Phil are platonic friends
  9. Best Headcanon - best fic told in headcanon style (generally bullet pointed with no title or summary, based on prompts)
  10. Best Drabble - best fic written in less than 1k words
  11. Best Oneshot - best fic posted in one chunk
  12. Best Chaptered - best fic posted in chapters

Best Universe Awards

  1. Best of the Best AU  - best overall alternative universe fic
  2. Best Fantasy - best fic written in a fantasy-esque setting: Hogwarts, Supernatural, Alien
  3. Best Societal - best fic written in a changed society setting: Apocalyptic, Dystopic
  4. Best Trope - best trope based fic: Pastel/Punk, Pastel/Pastel/, Punk/Punk, 2009x2016, Soulmates, Omegaverse
  5. Best Time Period - best fic based around a certain time setting: Phan as Children, Phan in School (high school, Uni), Phan in the Working World
  6. Best LGBTAQ+ - best fic dealing with LGBTAQ+ issues
  7. Best Crossover - best fic taking place in another world including the original characters (I.e. Supernatural AU with Dean and Sam, or Harry Potter AU with Harry, Ron, Hermione)
  8. Best Reality - best fic based on Dan and Phil’s real world + history
  9. Best Universe Augmentation - best fic based on reality with one fact changed to change the world (i.e. Dan and Phil as they are, but they didn’t meat until later)

Best Other Awards

  1. Alternative Work Award - best fic written in an alternative style (i.e. poem, texting)
  2. Amazon Award - best fic written including multiple ships
  3. Characterization Award - fic with the best written characterization of Dan, Phil, or both
  4. Comedy Award - best written fic meant to make you laugh
  5. Cutely Cliche Award - best written cliche-based fic (i.e. meet-cute’s in a coffee shop etc…)
  6. Edge of Seat Award - the fic that made you feel like you were constantly on the edge of your seat 
  7. Emotional Wreck Award - the fic that made you an emotional wreck 
  8. Existential Crisis Award - the fic that made you have an existential crisis 
  9. Hardcore Smut Award - best hardcore smut fic 
  10. Memorable Award - the fic that you’ll never be able to forget
  11. Originality Award - the fic with the most original idea in 2016
  12. Pure Fluff Award - the best, most fluffiest fic of 2016
  13. Undiscovered Gem Award - the best fic with less than 50 notes that deserves more

joyce-sun-621  asked:

Hi vegan parents! I'm in a nutritional science class and was shown that glucose from carbohydrate can turn into fat via acetyl co-a. Why do you guys always say that it's hard for carbs to turn into fat? Because if we eat high carb, apparently it gets stored as fat if there's excess glucose. Help!

The next level thinking your professor isn’t able to do is as follows;

#1. Yes, it can turn to fat, but at what expense?

#2. Yes, it does turn to fat, but at what rate?

#3. Yes, when it does turn to fat, what is the maximum amount convertible?

#4. Where does the fat from de novo lipogenesis go?

Fortunately for us, these studies have all been done with highly accurate measuring techniques, from liver & adipose biopsies & isotopic tracers.

https://www.drmcdougall.com/misc/2006nl/sept/sugar.htm

Print out this article & the full text of the citations that support it.  We can help you find any more if your professor wants to go about it, but we just helped a PHD friend of ours update their text book in St. Louis!  

The Human Body Does Not Turn Sugar to Fat

The process of synthesizing fat from sugar is known as de novo lipogenesis—the new production of fat.  This activity is highly efficient in some animals, such as pigs and cows—which is one reason they have become popular people foods—these animals can convert low-energy, inexpensive carbohydrates—grass, say, in the case of cows and grains for pigs—into calorie-dense fats.5  However, human beings are very inefficient at this process and as a result de novo lipogenesis does not occur under usual living conditions in people. Thus the common belief that sugar turns to fat is scientifically incorrect—and there is no disagreement about this fact among scientists or their scientific research.5-8

Under experimental laboratory conditions, however, where people are overfed large amounts of simple sugars, the human body will resort to converting a small amount of sugar into a small amount of fat (triglycerides) in the liver.  For example, in one recent study, trim and obese women were overfed with 50% more calories than they usually ate—note, 535 of these extra calories each day came from four and a half ounces (135 grams) of refined sugar.  In this forced-fed situation, the women produced less than 4 grams (36 calories) of fat daily from the extra carbohydrate.8 Extrapolation from these findings means a person would have to be overfed by this amount of food and table sugar every day for nearly 4 months in order to gain one extra pound of body fat from the conversion of sugar to fat—by de novo lipogenesis. Obviously, even overeating substantial quantities of sugar is a relatively unimportant source of body fat. (So where does all that fat come from?—the fat you eat is the fat you wear.)

Sugar Does Not Cause Obesity

A universally accepted mantra among dieters is, “Don’t eat starches—starches turn to sugar—sugar makes you fat.”  If this were true then obesity would be rampant among rice-eating Japanese—obviously, the opposite is the case.  Worldwide, populations with the highest consumption of carbohydrate are the trimmest and fittest.9

Studies of people also show that the higher their sugar intake the lower their calorie intake and the fewer people who are overweight.10  This makes a lot of sense because when you add carbohydrate (even pure sugar) to the diet then fat must be removed—kind of a fat-sugar seesaw—one goes up, then the other must go down.  Fat is very concentrated in calories (9 per gram vs. 4 for pure sugar), fat is almost effortlessly stored, and fat provides little appetite satisfaction.  Thus, replacing fat in the diet with sugar will cause weight loss.  Furthermore, the practice by “low-carbohydrate dieters” of decreasing sugar intake often results in a higher calorie intake, because of all the fat that is added.