Theory time.........

There was something about this whole narrative, that wasn’t adding up for me. I was having a hard time putting my finger on it, then Camila released that description about her album, and it started making more sense.

They want us to believe, this whole narrative took place in 2016, but when you remember back and realize, the 2016 narrative was just a revamped version of the 2015 narrative, it all begins to fall into place.

Everyone latched on to that July 4 2016 Brazil snap, of her alone, writing in a hotel bathroom, while the girls were out celebrating together, as the time she began writing “I have questions”. That’s exactly what Management hoped you’d do. If one paid attention though, you would see that the more important snap happened back in October 2016. She snapped a photo of her writing in a bathroom, with the caption ”destroyed”. First, July - October does not equal 6 months, no matter how crappy your math is. Second, the 7/27 tour was coming to an end, and with that caption, I actually think, that is when she finished writing “I have questions”.

The only tour date they had in early 2016, was Dubai. So, unless she started writing it in a Dubai potty, the rest of early 2016 was spent promoting WFH. She stated she started writing that song, “a little over a year ago” while on tour. I think her “a little over a year ago” means the last few months of 2015, September-November. That she eventually had to face her problems, and she finally went back to the lyrics she started from the year before, and finished the song, then wrote a sad song every day until she got sick of writing sad shit. That song seems to be a catalyst for her, and I’m thinking it probably  “destroyed” her to finally finish it.

Camila was asked recently, in an interview, when her anxiety showed itself and started becoming a real problem for her. Her answer was, 2015. Everything started in 2015. Her anxiety, the fucking narrative, the division, EVERYTHING!!

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y’all: so ummmm sasha don’t deserve that crown unless she’s gonna do something for queer poc

sasha: i’m going to turn my show into a non profit organisation, tour said show to give local queer artists a platform and donate money made from it towards trans people and queer poc.


”They couldn’t keep me company as humans, so they kept me company as animals.”
  • Remus says this devoid of emotion, but he remembers
  • So, of course, in first year, October, when Remus disappeared for the first full moon, all the Marauders are very, very curious.
  • Because Remus was a very quiet boy, and no one talks to him really very much. But the moment he disappeared, the three boys are intrigued.
  • James, really, is very concerned. “But, Sirius, what if he got lost in the castle and is rotting in a cupboard somewhere?” (They know he gets out of bed at night to explore. He really is better at it than them. They were caught twice, and he has never been caught and it really is unfair. “He’s wasting his talents on the library,” Sirius says often.”)
  • Sirius is very intrigued and plain nosy sometimes. “James, it’s a quest! We have to find him!”
  • Peter is very excited at the sound of a mystery. “What do you think is going on?” he asks enthusiastically. The enthusiasm is why James and Sirius like this new friend. Although not as clever, his enthusiasm is often effective.
  • When Remus comes back, they are even more concerned about his sick mother.
  • But then they realize this a flimsy excuse when Remus’ “sick” mother comes to greet him at the platform, her arms wide open.
  • They are now very perplexed.
  • When the new term begins, they become the Four Marauders when Remus comes to the rescue in a story involving a tractor (a muggle convention Peter had snuck into school somehow), Dorothy Townsend’s knickers, a dozen nifflers, chocolate syrup, Slytherins covered in bobtuber pus and a couple of Hufflepuffs hanging from the Quidditch goalposts (”That was not part of the plan, Sirius!”)
  • There were also Ravenclaws wandering around in talking in Iambic Pentameter, which had also not been the plan. 
  • In fact, nothing had been the plan, and Remus had saved the whole school from turning into a giant Ferris wheel (which had also not been the plan).
  • “I wonder where we went wrong,” James questions later. “You flicked your wrist too much, this is how it’s done,” Remus shows them. Ever since then he is a Marauder.
  • Now it is much easier to track his differences, and much harder for Remus to lie. One month, his Aunt dies, then his rabbit dies. He does not explain the bruises and cuts very well. The Marauders try to trust him because friends trust each other.
  • However, when his Dead Aunt Delia comes to pick him up at the station, they realize something must be done.They research, research and research. 
  • When they come back to term, they are still clueless. Lily finds them huddled together discussing Remus and snorts.“What is it, Evans?” James says rudely. 
  • “How have you till not figured it out?” she laughs at them, but also terrified for Remus because James and Sirius are from the wizarding world and may have its prejudices.
  • One night in November, Remus is gone again and Sirius can’t sleep. The other Marauders can’t either. They realize because the curtains are open and its full moon and light goes off in Sirius’ head.But he doesn’t tell anyone because what if James and Peter hurt Remus?
  • He goes to Lily the next day while Remus is in the hospital. She begs him not to tell anyone, and Sirius swear that he won’t because he cares more than she’ll ever know. (Did he even know it then?)
  • But he remembers the Marauders made a pact to share secrets, not keep them. He realizes James is his best mate, who doesn’t see him as a Black, so why should Remus be a monster?
  • They confront him after he comes back. He is terrified. But instead of silver darts, they chuck golden-wrapped Honeydukes at him. Instead of the slurs, he hears praise for his strength. Instead of the scent of fear, he smells friendship and warmth.
  • James and Sirius are determined they can solve any problems.
  • In January, after an odd incident involving Mrs. Norris drinking Polyjuice potion and running around as Lucius Malfoy starkers paired with one of Hagrid’s giant pumpkins turning into a carriage (one of Remus’ muggle books, honestly muggles were the oddest) they run into an abandoned Transfiguration classroom.
  • They find books about Animagi, and so the adventure starts. 
  • They do not tell Remus until they are ready. 
  • And when they are, they make the bond to be the strongest friends.
  •  But, as Remus utters this sentence, he realizes that the strongest of bonds can be broken, and Sirius realizes that sometimes and old friend’s enthusiasm might be for the wrong reasons.
  • And as Remus utters these words, unwavering, not showing any emotion to Harry, surveying the three remaining, broken fragments of a once-legendary group, he remembers.
  • Because he knows that they don’t know all the jokes, the laughter, the naive hope behind this simple utterance. 
  • Because now they do not have hope, the greatest luxury, anymore.
  • But he hopes hope lives on in the splitting image of James and the bright green eyes in front of him.

Alya thought hard, she really did. 

Back to the glitters in her eyelids that streaked all the way down to her cheeks from July, that cup of coffee down the seventh street in that cafe, instant cupcakes baked at midnight, the cool marble floors from the vast mansion that became momentarily mellow when the fireplace was ablaze and all she could stare at was bright blue eyes, eyes that she’d known for sixteen years and wanted to know for a thousand more. 

And her hands, perfectly manicured the way 7-year-old Alya said was too girly (she knew better now), soft and delicate and ones that carried the misconception of being frigid; perhaps untouchable. Ones that Alya knew were warm and slowly welcoming, a reluctant comfort seeker and a reluctant comforter. That was back in October, when she first held her hand when they strolled down the eighth street past that cafe. 

To fall in love is apparently to fall suddenly and Alya agreed yet disagreed. Because when she thinks about it to herself on afternoons when she lays sideways down on her couch, her arm wrapped around the girl’s waist, her face melting in her blonde bundle of hair with each tiny golden strand that fell to her face like it was magnet, she thinks back to six-year-old Alya who first clashed with those blue eyes. 

Six-year-old Alya who had her mom pick her up from pre-school, giving her a lecture about fighting others in school, let alone the daughter of the town mayor. Six-year-old Alya who, after her fair moments of silently grumbling to herself about how she was trying to defend her honor regarding who got to play on the swings first, turned to look at the bright skies above the car window that shone light on the fall leaves the way she liked it. Six-year old Alya, though she was definitely going to confront the same girl the next day, thought that girl’s eyes were like the skies just the way six-year-old Alya liked them; peeking through the shadows of high branches from the far distance when the fog mist would evaporate for the light to emerge ever so peacefully from the dark, greeting her each morning.

So it might’ve never been a sudden thing. But the part where she agreed it was?

That part was the sleepover.

jonah-serket2017  asked:

Is there a difference between October and November Scorpios? I'm a November.

first decan scorpios (those born in october and the first couple days of november) are the more independent, self reliant, and secretive ones, while second and third decans (nov 3-12 and 13-22) are supposed to relate more to the mysterious/sensitive and seductive aspects of scorpio, respectively. different traits come out more depending on the degree to which the sun is in scorpio

Recommended Reading: Bawson Edition

Here’s a list of some of my must read fan fiction featuring my favorite couple from Pitch, Ginny Baker and Mike Lawson, also known as Bawson. This is just the first list. There will definitely be more to come.

A better man might by   lowriseflare, threeguesses  The day Mike realizes he’s actively looking for Baker’s ass in the dugout is the day he decides he should probably stop slapping it.           

And maybe that was love by oddlyfamiliar Ginny and Mike try their hand at something new. Turns out they’re definitely both into it.

Breaking the Code by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15) AU - Ginny is the hot new pitcher called up by the San Diego Padres. Mike Lawson is the aging catcher for the Dodgers, and Ginny’s childhood idol/crush. What begins as some help between rivals is complicated by a desperate move at the trade deadline.

Catching nothing all the time by lowriseflare, threeguesses   Two things happen the morning after Mike fucks Ginny Baker in Chicago.   

Challenges  by   lawofavgs   His smirk is bordering on predatory as he meets her halfway, stopping just shy of touching her. “Girl I’m seeing, she’s insatiable. Can’t get enough of me. Loves to make sure I know who I belong to.”Her snort makes his smile grow. Allowing herself to draw her fingers lightly over his chest, she tilts her head to the side. “You sound pretty confident.”“With good reason.”             

Dinner with Friends (and Fools) by mikeginsanity(blahblahwahwah)  Mike has to deal with seeing his ex-wife and her fiance at a dinner with friends. But he doesn’t have to face it alone. 

 If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand by oddlyfamiliar     Mike accidentally finds Ginny’s sex toy and asks for a demonstration.(aka, Ginny and Mike think they can just do this the once and then pretend it never happened. Watch how wrong they are.)           

Just Another One of Mike’s Girls  by   2shytheshippy   Spinoff from “The What in the How and Why.” AU. Ginny chooses the dress.After Rachel leaves Mike, he develops a reputation due to his fondness for groupies. So, it comes as a surprise to the team when he asks Blip to bring his new girlfriend over for couples night. Their no turns into a yes when Evelyn overhears the Mike and Ginny and, from there, the Sanders and Padres soon realize that there’s more to their relationship than the initially believed.             

The Littlest Padre by   MagicInHerMadness  Collection of loosely linked Bawson family one shots     

my heart stops when you look at me (just one touch now baby i believe)      by  fortunatedaughter    She comes to resent the words – Look what we got here. Ginny Baker, in the flesh. What the fuck does that even mean, her being there, somewhere, in the flesh? She’s not important; no matter what her Pop hopes will happen with baseball when she finally masters that screwball.orthe soulmate au no one asked for.     

Returning the Favor  by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15)  After Ginny gives him one of his ultimate fantasies, Mike decides to return the favor.   Part 2 of Bawson Fantasies   

Seasons of Love  by  Writeonthrough (Schroederplayspiano) The year Mike Lawson decides is his last he’ll spend with to his first love, baseball, is the first he’ll spend with his last love, Ginny Baker:When Mike announces his plans to retire at the end of next baseball season, Ginny’s and Mike’s implicit plans for their future romantic relationship are finally acted upon, causing the couple to figure a way to have a personal relationship while leading their team to victory. A love story told in four parts.             

Sink or Swim  by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15)  Mike and Ginny have been sneaking around, and she finds out he has a fantasy of taking her in the team showers. After a particularly hard game for him, she decides to make that fantasy come true.  Part 1 of Bawson Fantasies                   

Slow Like Honey   by neogenesis85 It takes time. A lot of it. It’s just sad that everyone else around them knows how this is going to end, can predict the play-by-play and make good money off the bets, but the two of them keep dancing around what’s inevitable. Or, the five times someone else notices how gone Ginny and Mike are for each other, and the times they finally figure it out themselves.           

Tell Me What You Want  by Bullpen_Antics   The team becomes aware of Ginny’s secret tattoo.           

there’s no place like home  by darlinginmyway   Mike’s grandmother is having her 90th birthday party, and he needs a girlfriend for the weekend.      

These are the practice oaths by lowriseflare, threeguesses  In the wildcard game against the Mets, Ginny pitches maybe the most beautiful game of baseball Mike’s ever seen. Part 1 of The box of multiple universes   

Traffic Stop by MagicInHerMadness  Ginny meets Mike when he gives her a ticket. It should be the start of an argument but things take an interesting turn.              

Unofficial Member of the Team by Bullpen_Antics  Ginny wears a sweater and people lose their shit.      

Why we call it playing catch   by   lowriseflare, threeguesses  Mike’s last game as professional MLB player takes place on the first of October, a tidy, subdued win against Arizona that sends the Padres into the offseason with an uninspiring 71 game record. Ginny doesn’t care.             

As usual feel free to inbox me your own recs. I’m always on the lookout for good reads. Until next time. Enjoy!

Writing #5

How Sirius realized he loved Remus.
“You’re gonna make me cry, Sirius!”
Normally this would have freaked Sirius out, but in this situation, Remus was laughing hysterically in a hospital bed, Sirius by his side.
October 27th, first year.
Apparently, Remus had taken a really bad fall on the stairs (for the second time since their arrival at Hogwarts), and he had broken a rib and given himself several big bruises and cuts. Now, he was lying in the hospital wing, in the bed closest to the windows, autumn sunlight streaming onto his face and neck.
When Sirius had come in for the first time yesterday, he had gasped. Remus had been in a really bad state, and he had been unconscious, apparently from the pain, according to the nurse. He hadn’t been completely cleaned up yet so there was blood on his face and sides, and his deep cuts hadn’t healed since had gotten to the hospital wing so they were still bleeding and raw.
Now, though, Remus was looking much better and he could already laugh without wincing in pain from a broken rib. So Sirius was taking advantage of this.
“Okay, so listen, mate. We were trying to hex Malfoy, as you do, you know. So Peter took aim, right? But you know he still needs a little practice? Well, Slughorn was walking by and suddenly, he had triple-sized purple ears and a green moustache! You should have seen his face!”
Sirius got up from his chair and imitated Slughorn lumbering around, confused and scaring the other students with his new (beautiful, of course) features.
Remus burst out laughing, crinkles around his warm, sunlit eyes.
“You’re gonna make me cry, Sirius! Ah, I wish I had been there. You know what I would have done? I would have tried shrinking his feet, so he would have fell on Malfoy, right?”
When Sirius looked back on yesterday’s prank, he did feel there was something missing, and Remus’ idea would have been perfect.
“You always have the best ideas, Remus.”
Remus smiled up at him. He had the cutest smile, that fit him so well. It was always so welcoming and thankful, like he didn’t get appreciated much, though Sirius wondered why.
He was also incredibly creative and intelligent. Sometimes, Sirius asked himself why Remus hadn’t been sorted into Ravenclaw. At the same time, he knew Remus was a very loyal and courageous friend, and he always stood up for Peter, Sirius or James when they were teased or accused of pranks they didn’t do, despite being the quiet and reserved one, which Sirius knew must take guts.
And now Sirius was staring at Remus’ face, very intently.
“Are you okay, Sirius?” Remus asked.
The beautiful eyes. The sense of humour. The curiosity. The warm smiles. The intelligence. The cute nose, the amazing ideas for practical jokes, the thin and tall physique, the messy light brown hair that glowed in the light.
Something clicked in Sirius’ brain.
Did he have a crush on Remus?
Sirius quickly looked away from the other boy’s face, his cheeks reddening.
So THAT was the feeling.
He had felt like this before. Not as strong, but it had happened. At a dinner party when he was eight years old, there had been a few children, two girls and boy. The boy had had dark hair, blue eyes and a very playful smile. Sirius had immediately felt something towards this little boy, and he had ignored his mother all evening, preferring to play with this cute young man.
He was eight, but he knew the feeling was more than just wanting someone to play with.
And now this feeling was back, but stronger. He had never had trouble speaking to Remus, but suddenly he was tongue-tied when he looked back at him. There were butterflies in his stomach.
“What is it?” Remus asked him.
“I was- I was just thinking that your idea was really good!”
Remus smiled again. That little bugger.

The Anarchists vs. the Islamic State

Brace Belden before a battle in Syria in November. Courtesy of Brace Belden

By Seth Harp for The Rolling Stone. February 14, 2017 [x]

On the front lines of Syria with the young American radicals fighting ISIS

On the morning of his first battle, Brace Belden was underdressed for the cold and shaky from a bout of traveler’s diarrhea. His Kurdish militia unit was camped out on the front line with ISIS, 30 miles from Raqqa, in Syria. Fighters stood around campfires of gas-soaked trash, boiling water for tea, their only comfort besides tobacco. “I’ve never been so dirty in my life,” Belden recalls. When the time came to roll out, he loaded a clip into his Kalashnikov and climbed into a makeshift battlewagon, a patchwork of tank and truck parts armored with scrap metal and poured concrete. Belden took a selfie inside its rusty cabin and posted it online with the caption “Wow this freakin taxi stinks.”

The rest of the militia piled into an assortment of minivans, garbage trucks and bulldozers, and rode south into territory ISIS had held for more than three years. Belden was manning a swivel-mounted machine gun, the parched landscape barely visible through the rising dust, when he spotted a car packed with explosives revving across the desert toward the Kurdish column. Before he could shoot, an American fighter jet lacerated the sky and an explosion erupted where the car had been, shaking the earth for miles around.

It was November 6th, 2016. The Kurdish militia known as the YPG – a Kurmanji acronym for People’s Protection Units – had commenced a major offensive to liberate the city that serves as the global headquarters for ISIS. The YPG was backed by U.S. air power and fighting alongside a coalition of Arab and Assyrian militias. Also within their ranks, though scantly reported, was a group of about 75 hardcore leftists, anarchists and communists from Europe and America, Belden among them, fighting to defend a socialist enclave roughly the size of Massachusetts.

Belden, who is 27, started tweeting photos of the front shortly after arriving in Syria in October. The first widely shared image showed him crouched in his YPG uniform, wearing thick Buddy Holly glasses, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, a stray puppy in one hand and a sniper rifle in the other. “To misquote Celine,” the post read, “when you’re in, you’re in.” He has since amassed 19,000 followers under the handle PissPigGranddad, puzzling the Internet with a combination of leftist invective and scurrilous bro humor. Tweets like “Heading to the Quandil Mountains to lecture the PKK about entitlement reform” are followed by “The dude with the lamb bailed so now we’re fucked for dinner.”

Belden had no military experience before joining the YPG. He lived in San Francisco, where he arranged flowers for a living. Before that, he was a self-described lumpenproletariat, a lowlife punk and petty criminal with a heroin habit who started reading Marx and Lenin seriously in rehab. Once sober, he got involved in leftist causes, marching for tenants’ rights, blocking evictions, protesting police brutality. As he prepared for the Middle East, his girlfriend thought he was going to do humanitarian work. She was “not stoked,” Belden says, to learn that he planned to fight alongside the YPG.

The first phase of the Raqqa offensive was a mission to take Tal Saman, a satellite village of 10,000 people 17 miles north of Raqqa proper. “We pushed up to Tal Saman till we had it surrounded on a half circle,” Belden says, “then we just bombarded the shit out of it.” Refugees poured out of the village, seeking protection behind Kurdish lines. “Hundreds of civilians coming across for days in a row,” Belden says. At night, his unit stayed in whatever building they’d just taken, camped out on rooftops in the excruciating cold. “The first week we were out it was awful,” Belden says. The stepmother of a fellow volunteer from the U.S. had gotten Belden’s number. She kept texting to make sure they were eating enough.

The march on Raqqa slowed to a halt after two weeks, as the YPG consolidated its hold over a string of liberated villages. The YPG controls a region of 4 million people in northern Syria known as Rojava. Its tens of thousands of motivated fighters have been battling ISIS for five years. American as well as French warplanes have been covering their maneuvers with airstrikes for the past two, forcing ISIS off the roads and highways and open desert, and back into the urban strongholds of Mosul and Raqqa. Now, the Kurds are kicking the door down in both cities.

But the YPG is not your typical ethnic or sectarian faction. Its fighters are loyal to an imprisoned guerrilla leader who was once a communist but now espouses the same kind of secular, feminist, anarcho-libertarianism as Noam Chomsky or the activists of Occupy Wall Street. The Kurds are implementing these ideals in Rojava, and that has attracted a ragtag legion of leftist internationals, like Belden, who have come from nearly every continent to help the YPG beat ISIS and establish an anarchist collective amid the rubble of the war – a “stateless democracy” equally opposed to Islamic fundamentalism and capitalist modernity. They call it the Rojava Revolution, and they want you.

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Milestones in Prince Carl Philip & Princess Sofia’s life since their engagement (2014 - present) 

The couple have just announced they are expecting their second child, due in September 2017. Congratulations to Carl Philip, Sofia and little Alexander on the newest addition to their family!

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I'm roughly halfway thru Once Broken Faith (& LOVING it). Not only am I so happy to see my faerie friends again, I also can't help but imagine a fae CSPAN broadcasting the conclave proceedings to magic mirrors across the globe.

“Well, Diane, it looks like October–”

“This would be October Daye, first changeling to be knighted in the Kingdom in the Mists in over a hundred years, daughter of Amandine and an unidentified mortal man.”

“Exactly so.  October appears to be, ah, insulting another monarch.”

“You know, Charles, sometimes I think this girl wants to be a ficus tree.”

“Pretty sure you’re right, Diane.  Pretty sure you’re right.”


In bringing this collection to a close, I decided to take it back to the start.

You can also find this fic here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12286317/5/Sense-ational


The first time she kissed him, he tasted like butterbeer and something distinctly James. The combination made her head swim, her heart pound, and her body crave him, his mouth, his body, his skin against hers.

It was a crisp October afternoon, the first Hogsmeade weekend of their seventh year, and Lily had finally said yes, enthusiastically yes, to James’ Hogsmeade proposal. He’d been stunned at first, thought she was having him on, made worse by the fact that instead of answering his desperate enquiry of “Are you serious?!” she’d said, “No, but your brother is,” winked at the tall, wavy haired man next to him, and walked off. She never could resist a Sirius joke. Neither, she knew, could Sirius, and his barking laughter followed her down the corridor. James, unwilling to leave things on such unsure footing, chased her down the corridor and took her hand. “You’re actually saying yes?” He’d said, the words quiet and deep and fast, his eyes searching her face and when Lily broke into a smile he looked like he’d been stunned. “Yes, James. I’m actually saying yes.”

He’d dragged her down to Hogsmeade as soon as they’d finished breakfast that morning, though ‘finished’ is perhaps not quite the right word. James had practically inhaled an entire bowl of porridge, his knee bouncing incessantly under the table, and Lily had barely had time to grab a few pieces of toast before his hand was in hers and he was hauling her away from the table.

She was shouting indignantly and shoving bites of toast into her mouth as he pulled her into the brisk morning air, but his hand was warm in hers and the electricity shooting through her veins kept her from protesting too fiercely against the disruption of her breakfast. Instead, she gripped his hand more firmly in her own, bumped her hip against his playfully - “You better feed me today, Potter, or you’re dead.” His eyes were sparkling with amusement when he smiled back at her, “On my honour, Evans.”

When they got to the gates, James had stopped them, moving to stand in front of her, his eyes moving over her face, and Lily’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him because he was just too damn beautiful to be real and how had she never realised it before? She wanted to grab him right there and kiss him, but they hadn’t even had their date yet and she knew how long he’d been waiting for this, so she ran her tongue along the back of her teeth and bit the corner of her lip in an attempt to control herself. But he was still looking at her like that, like she was everything, the only thing in the world, and the air was crackling with so much electricity that she could taste it on her tongue when she pulled in a deep breath. He blinked and smiled an embarrassed smile before reaching up and taking his scarf from around his neck. “Here,” he said, grinning at her, “You look cold.”

His fingers burned trails across her skin as he tied the scarf securely around her, and she swallowed the desperate reply that was bubbling up in her, opting to thank him quietly instead. It was the exact opposite of everything she normally would have done and she knew James had noticed because he’d cocked an amused eyebrow at her as they began walking again, but she couldn’t trust her mouth because it was begging her to either taste every centimetre of his skin or tell him how she thought she might actually, desperately, be falling in love with him and neither of those were options while they were making their way to the high street on their first official date.

The morning was a whirlwind of sound and colour - they went into all her favourite shops, he detailed everything he’d ever planned for all those rejected dates, her cheeks flushed with a bit more than the cold when she told him that she was glad he’d finally earned her attention. She tried to remember all the details, commit it all to memory, because she knew this was something she’d want to remember, that it was one of those rare moments you realise, as it’s happening, that you need to set it down, to carve it into your memory, because this moment, this day is going to be one that changes the rest of your life. But no matter how hard she tried to step back, to catalogue the details, she couldn’t. He was overwhelming, he was, and she couldn’t focus on anything but the rush in her stomach that was slowly burning a hole through her when she looked at him.

They ducked into The Three Broomsticks for lunch, he cracked jokes and she tossed chips at his head. They drank bottles of butterbeer and she pretended not to notice the stunned look on his face when she brushed her foot against his calf under the table. His eyes welled up when he talked about his parents, she took his hand and talked about her sister, they talked about the future. It was easy to talk to him and they talked about everything.

They fought, of course, over who would pay the bill when it came and, though James won, she grumbled about it while they waited for Rosmerta to return with his change. James pocketed a handful of coins as he stood, laughing as Lily said, “I can pay for myself, James, bloody hell,” and took her hand. They walked out of the pub and the cold air was a shock after the warm, smoky air of the pub. “You can pay next time,” James said, grinning down at her and Lily cocked her eyebrow, “Who said there’s going to be a next time?”

He stopped in the middle of the high street, turning to face her and raising his eyebrows - he studied her before he smirked and moved his hands to her hips. “Now Evans,” he said, his fingers brushing along the hem of her jumper, “I know you don’t mean that.”

The retort was on the tip of her tongue, but, recognising the opportunity, she grinned instead. “No, I don’t,” and she reached up, wound her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, and pulled his mouth to hers.

She would, over time, run her tongue along all the lines of his skin, tracing him, finding every sensitive part of his body and memorising it and the way it felt against her lips, the way the salt and spice of his skin lingered on her tongue. But now, right now, with his mouth on hers, his fingers sliding along the exposed skin at her waist, all she could think was more. She needed him, every part of him, and she knew then that she would never, ever get enough.

She didn’t care that people were probably gawking at them, that they could see just how desperately she was pressing her body against his. The taste of him was driving her mad and she shouldn’t be held responsible for any acts of public indecency she might be in the process of committing. She bit down lightly on his bottom lip, smiling at the groan that escaped him, before he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes were shining with want and mischief and she could tell just how much effort it was taking for him to control himself. It mirrored, but probably didn’t quite match, the restraint she was exercising over herself.

“You can’t be doing that to me in public, Evans. We’re supposed to be setting an example. What kind of Heads are we?” Lily grinned and pressed her hips against his, “Maybe we should go back up to the castle then, if you’re going to be such a stickler for the rules.”

He smiled so broadly she thought his face might crack with the effort and she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her when he was looking at her like that, grinning stupidly at her in the middle of the high street like he’d just won the bloody lottery. She knew how he felt though, her lips were still tingling, her skin still humming, and she completely understood, now, what it felt like to have your entire body come alive, burst into flame, when you’re with someone. She craved it, never wanted it to end - James had ignited a fire in her gut that she hoped, no, knew, would never burn out.

She stepped away from him, grabbed his hand firmly in her own, and turned towards the castle.

'Goosebumps' is getting a comic book series

Goosebumps fans, your wishes have finally come true — and with no negative consequences!

The beloved book series penned by best-selling author R.L. Stine is getting a comic book series, thanks to IDW Publishing, which is releasing the first issue later this October.

Though the Fear Street author (and admitted comic book fan) recently wrote a limited comic series for Marvel Comics featuring the character Man-Thing, he won’t be writing the Goosebumps comics. Instead, the first of three story arcs — fittingly titled “Monsters at Midnight” — will be penned by Jeremy Lambert (Attack on Titan Anthology;). X-Files: Origins‘ Chris Fenoglio will provide the art for the first arc, which will take readers back to Stine’s HorrorLand. Sisters Mia and Ginny stumble upon the terrifying theme park after stepping through a mysterious door in an old bookshop when they’re spending a boring summer at their grandmother’s house.

“My first reading thrill when I was a kid was the EC horror comics, Tales from the Crypt and The Vault of Horror,” said R.L. Stine in a statement. “They introduced me to the excitement of reading. Now all these years later, I have another thrill — seeing my stories and characters come to life in a comic book series of their own.”

The first Goosebumps comic hits stores this October. See the first cover above.

It was 1971 and Sirius was sorted into the wrong House and his family didn’t send him any letters, but he couldn’t quite care because he’d made the most wonderful friends.

It was 1972 and his parents ignored him all summer as well, but James hugged him and said it’d be okay, and that Sirius could stay with him if he needed it. It was 1972 and Sirius believed James because James was his best friend so he had to be right.

It was 1973 and Sirius was starting to think James was wrong and it wouldn’t be okay, because his dad would hit him instead of Kreacher when he was angry. It was 1973 and Sirius had nightmares every night. It was 1973 and Sirius realised he hated his family. It was 1973 and he realised he had probably lost Regulus forever.

It was 1974 and Sirius had a black eye when he came to school, and James punched a wall when he found out where it came from. It was 1974 and Sirius got his first girlfriend, because that’s what he was supposed to do, even if he felt sick every time she touched him, every time most people touched him. It was 1974 and Sirius suggested the idea to James and Peter in secret that they become Animagi to help Remus with his transition. It was 1974 and Sirius broke down crying on the train back to King’s Cross.

It was 1975 and Sirius flinched any time someone who wasn’t James, Peter, or Remus tried to touch him. It was 1975 and Sirius despised being called ‘Mr. Black.’ It was 1975 and he and Lily were alone in the common room and he couldn’t breathe whenever she asked how his family was. It was 1975 and he accidentally told her everything, gaining another best friend and support system. It was 1975 and Remus cried when he found out what the others had done for him. It was 1975 and they succeeded in making sure Remus didn’t injure himself badly. It was 1975 and the joy on his friend’s face kept him afloat for awhile once he had to go back to Grimmuald Place, and he thought he might be in love with Moony.

It was 1976 and Sirius couldn’t help but drown now, Remus no longer keeping him afloat. It was 1976 and Sirius’ eye was bruised and swollen, cheek bleeding, nose probably broken, and barely able to walk as he ran away to James’. It was 1976 and his parents were always either screaming at him, hexing him, hitting him, or completely ignoring his existence, and he just couldn’t anymore. It was 1976 the look in Regulus’ eyes as Sirius packed killed him because he knew Regulus wasn’t lost to him. It was 1976 and he couldn’t sleep alone now without waking up thrashing and screaming. It was 1976 and Remus spent more nights in Sirius’ bed than his own. It was 1976 and on one of the nights Remus was helping Sirius back into reality after one of his night terrors, Sirius kissed Remus for the first time. It was 1976 and Remus was one of Sirius’ best friends and his boyfriend.

It was 1977 and they were all fighting in this war once they were out of school. It was 1977 and Lily let herself love James, because she said that if he would love a Muggle born at a time like this, he musn’t be all bad, and she was right. It was 1977 and Regulus hadn’t spoken to Sirius once, though he did smile a sad sort of smile at him in passing. It was 1977 and James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, and Peter all joined the Order of the Phoenix at Dumbledore’s request. It was 1977 and they were barely legal age and they were officially soldiers in this war.

It was 1978 and James married Lily because the war didn’t seem to be ending soon, and they wanted it done in case they didn’t live long enough to regret not marrying. It was 1978 and Remus got a flat together with Sirius. It was 1978 and tension between the two was high, Sirius wanting what James had with Lily, and Remus constantly rebutting with reasons it was a bad idea, usually to do with his lycanthropy.

It was 1979 and Sirius and Remus had broken up, stress of the war and the Order and conflicting desires for the future ruining everything. It was 1979 and sometimes one of them would disappear for weeks on end on a mission. It was 1979 and they were constantly terrified the people they loved were dead, a fear that was all to often realised. It was 1979 and Voldemort seemed to be winning this war. It was 1979 and Lily was pregnant.

It was 1980 and Lily and James were forced into hiding, a prophecy putting them in more danger than they were previously. It was 1980 and Sirius hated himself for wishing the prophecy was about whoever the other baby was. It was 1980 and Peter was the Secret Keeper under Sirius’ advice. It was 1980 and Sirius didn’t trust himself enough to be Secret Keeper because Dumbledore thinks Remus might be a spy, and Sirius knew he’d end up revealing the location to his Moony. It was 1980 and Harry’s birth brought them all together again for the first time in entirely too long. It was 1980 and Sirius and Remus fixed things between them, knowing they were happier with than without each other.

It was 1981 and Peter was being really distant, on edge almost. It was 1981 and Peter betrayed Lily and James. It was 1981 and Sirius couldn’t believe that, couldn’t believe Peter would do that without seeing it himself. It was 1981 and Sirius saw his best friend, his safe place, his James, dead on the ground, without even his wand. It was 1981 and Sirius wasn’t even allowed his godson. It was 1981 and Sirius lost all hope. It was 1981 and Sirius lost everything.