Imagine sleeping beside Team Free Will

You never understood why Dean was able to fall asleep in all of this regular clothes so easily. He could be in his jacket and jeans and still just fall into bed eyes shut and snoring softly in a matter of seconds. You figured it had to do with how he had grown up on the road in cheap motels. You never really minded it though because you were always able to remind yourself that even if cuddling him wasn’t the most comfortable in his street clothes when those green eyes fluttered open in the morning they were always staring at you.

He never seemed to rest easy at night. Even in his deepest state of sleep his brow was furrowed and his face tightly clenched. It was impossible for him to ever totally relax. He was pretty open about not feeling at home and safe in the crappy hotels you typically stayed at, so it wasn’t too surprising. The only time you ever saw that change is when you would crawl in bed beside him. He muscles would unwind themselves and his arms would wrap around your waist. His eyes would shut softly as he fell asleep staring at you. He would seem at peace. 

You loved it when the bed dipped and Cas sat down beside you. It was the only time you ever felt calm when you were on a hunt. Your tension would flow out of your body as his wide blue eyes stared down at you. Always feeling safer knowing he wouldn’t fall asleep and that when you rolled over in the morning he would be in the same spot doing nothing more than watching the rise and fall of your chest. Even in your most vulnerable state you knew that Cas was there protecting you. 

aphrodite's bloom

◇Two months and a chance to change his grades around.

◇ Samuel x reader

◇ harrypotter!au

◇ words: 2.4k

◇ idk guys i was just feelin this,,, its quite short and simple but also sweet and i just want you to know that I love him so much!!


It’s February. The school term started in September, making it exactly 6 months since the start of his 6th year. It’s February, and Kim Samuel is still completely and utterly failing Herbology.

He didn’t get it. Supposedly, Slytherins were just as smart as their blue-clad counterparts — so why in the name of Merlin’s bloody breeches was he failing? (He knew exactly why — Herbology was a crappy subject, and that was that.)

Potions and Transfiguration and D.A.D.A and even Charms he had passed with flying colours in his O.W.Ls — Slughorn went as far to say that Samuel was one of the best students he’d had in years! But Herbology? Bloody hell, no. He’d barely scraped an Acceptable.

And he’d be glad to leave it at that — really, he would, because in all honesty he wasn’t planning to do anything with his life that needed Herbology; however, Professor Longbottom was adamant in making sure every student in his class got the best grade that they could and that’s exactly why Kim Samuel, notorious prankster and Herbology-failer, is at the library at 10AM on a Saturday.

“I’m telling you,” Professor Longbottom had insisted, when Samuel confronted him after class to tell him that no thanks, sir, I really don’t need that good of a grade in Herbology anyway. See, I’m planning to— “You need to pick up your grade and keep your choices open. I’m appointing you a tutor — _____ _____.”

Samuel groaned at the thought, pressing his forehead flat against the cool wooden table he sat at. ______ _____. Out of all of the people in the bloody class, the professor just so happened to choose the girl that Samuel had been trying to avoid eye contact with all year.

You were a Hufflepuff through and through. Kindness and shy smiles came as easy to you as sneaking into Hogsmeade and pranking Peaves came to him. He hadn’t noticed you until 2nd year when he accidentally poured a bucket of water over you and your friends instead of the group of Ravenclaws it was meant for — but since then, he had become hyper-aware of you — and no, the sudden uneasiness in his stomach isn’t butterflies, so don’t ask, please.

Herbology was the only class you shared together. The only other times he’d see you was around Hogsmeade, in the Great Hall, or sometimes (very rarely) at the overly flamboyant parties that the Gryffindors regularly held, and unconsciously he had tried to make himself appear more quiet — to blend on more, so that you wouldn’t notice him. Which was stupid, really, because everyone knew he was and soon his friends caught on.

Merlin — who told you to look so pretty, or to be so sweet and kind and perfect? Samuel huffed, lifting his head from the table and pouting. Whoever was running things up in the sky was looking down at him and blowing a big raspberry on his life.

“’s she still not here?” A voice muses from behind a nearby bookshelf in the Restricted Section. It’s Daniel, but another peek shows Seongwoo right behind him, a large stack of books poised in his hands.

“What are you doing there?” Samuel demands suspiciously, eyeing Madam Pince nervously, “You were banned from the Restricted Section! And, now that I think of it, you hate the library. You hate books—”

“A wizard’s got to do what a wizard’s got to do,” Seongwoo interjected theatrically, letting Samuel get a glimpse of the spines of the books he hauled in his arms. Famous Fire-eaters and Moste Potente Potions. Merlin’s Beard, what were they planning? He grumbled to himself as they trotted off merrily with a wave, itching to get up and join them—

“Did I keep you long? I’m so sorry…” Samuel jumps as you seen to suddenly appear, words mushed together as you anxiously rush to explain your lateness — something about a sick kitten —, while you drop your studying supplies on the table and get yourself settled in.

(And yes, Samuel is extremely grateful that you’re too busy apologising to take notice of the red that dusted across his cheeks at the sight of you, thank you very much.)

If there was one thing you were more than often happy to do, it was to help. There was no doubt that you were one of Professor Longbottom’s favourite students, mainly credited to your passion for Herbology and your sweet personality. Because of this you were quite often picked to tutor students that were lagging or falling behind — or, in this case, failing.

Kim Samuel. Of course you knew who he was. Every soul in Hogwarts knew him. McGonagall had even remarked that him and his friend Dino were the new Fred and George Weasley. Their pranks were phenomenal and normally funny — even if you had been caught on the wrong side of one, once.

A bucket of water poured over your head. You still remember how your cheeks burned in embarrassment and your eyes burned with tears from the sheer humility, but after a timid apology from the boy you had brushed it off.

Truthfully, he didn’t seem that bad. You wouldn’t know personally because he seemed awfully quiet when you were around, so you just thought that he thought you were too boring to converse with — which differed from how Somi would gush about the jokes he cracked and the funny antics he’d get up to around her.

That Saturday morning, you were sure to awaken early enough to gather your materials and shower, fully prepared to meet Kim Samuel at the library at 10AM on the dot. You were never late — or at least, you weren’t late before today, because you were struck with anxiety when you realised your kitten was looking awfully sickly.

Without thinking, you threw on a scarf and shouldered your backpack and ran down to Hagrid’s hut to leave her with him. He promised to nurse her back to health and that was all that mattered, but in your flurry to get down to Hagrid you didn’t realise that it was more than 30 minutes than the time you had appointed to meet Samuel in the library!

So it was with shamefully hot cheeks and a rush of words that you apologized to him when you finally arrived at the library, practically dumping your things into the chair across from him and introducing yourself all in the same breath.

“It died. As soon as I touched it.” Samuel stared blankly at you, almost able to see the cogs in your brain turning. On the desk in front of you stood two plants; mere fledglings, as of yet, but if your tutoring went right, Samuel’s would bloom beautifully. This was the second plant he had been given, as the first one had, as he put it, ‘died instantly’.

“Well, these plants especially are able to sense the magical auras of those around it,” you begun softly, eyes flickering up and immediately averting themselves when you founf that Samuel was already staring at you — Merlin’s beard, get a hold of yourself! “Maybe you were in a bad mood? It’s important to stay positive around these… That’s why so many find them hard to grow.”

“Positive,” Samuel scoffs to himself, quill scraping against his parchment as he fights to fill up 8 inches on the factors needed to grow magical flowers. “Herbology and positivity don’t go hand in hand for me.”

“It’s really not that bad,” you comment passively, not really sure why you’re speaking because quite honestly, it doesn’t seem as if he’ll agree with anything you’re saying and that can only go two ways: a discussion that you’re too shy to have or your opinion being slandered. “I-it’s quite calming, I find.”

He stares for a moment. “It comes naturally to you, I think. You do it so easily, it’s amazing.”

No, no, no, no. That wasn’t supposed to come out, that was not supposed to be said! His eyes were practically circles with how far they had widened and he ducked his head, pretending to focus on his assignment when really he was much too focused on you and how he had rendered you speechless.

“T-thank you,” you coughed lightly, hands fidgeting nervously. Your eyes refuse to meet his — but his do the same, trained only on the parchment on his table. “It’s just one of those things, I suppose. I know I’d never be able to ace Transfiguration like you did…”

His ears are turning red, he can feel it. As if his tomato cheeks weren’t an indication of his shyness enough.

“Well,” he offers, clearing his throat, “If you ever need a tutor…”

“You’ll be the first person I ask.” You grin brightly, and he finds himself smiling back just as hard.

Two months. It takes two months for this blasted plant to bloom and when the time inevitably comes, Samuel has to be there, helping it bloom with his — how did you put it? ‘Magical aura’.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there,” you had pouted at your last study session. “But I’ll be at the greenhouses all day. See me after, will you? I’m sure everything will go amazingly — my own plant is going to bloom, too.”

So after kicking Dino and Vernon and even Guanlin from the boys’ dorms, Samuel is ready to think good thoughts and let this flower bloom. It’s worth most of his grade, after all, and he wasn’t going to let a whole two months of your hard work and tutoring go down the drain.

He placed the plant on his bed and clambered to sit in front of it, crossing his legs and staring at it expectantly. “The leaves will tinge blue,” you said to him. “It’s hard to miss. After that, it’s all up to you.”

Blue-tinged leaves? Check. Positive thinking? He didn’t know. He pictured kittens and puppies and his favourite singers and his friends playing pranks but nothing had happened in the ten minutes that followed.

“It’s a short bracket of time,” you had reminded him, “Twenty minutes at most. After that, it will start to decay.”

Bloody hell. What was he supposed to think about? He thought about his parents and quidditch and the delicious food the house elves made each night and even his grades and soon he was just grasping at straws, thinking about everything and anything until his mind strayed to you.

You and your pretty eyes and lovely hair and cute smile and how you smacked his arm when he pretended to fall asleep during studying and how you giggled when Seongwoo passed by and catcalled jokingky at you both even though you were embarrassed—

Samuel peeked a tentative eye open, regarding the plant nervously until his gasp filled the his room. “Merlin’s pants!”

It had completely transformed from its previous stumpy, dull form to a beautiful, bright figure. It was long with winding branches that had been dotted with small pink flowers. Samuel scrambled for his — your —Herbology book that was on his bedside table sitting among his Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes products and turned to the bookmarked page.

Aphrodite’s Bloom, the page announced. And the picture that was poised right beside it was almost identical to the plant standing on his bed. Excitement filled him as he fumbled for his shoes, taking the plant in his arm gently and running out of his dorm, passed his roommates in the common room and out through the dungeons.

He was panting by the time he reached the greenhouses, peeking through each one until he saw your figure through the glass windows, staring at your own plant expectantly.

“_____!” He yelled, opening the door with a bit too much enthusiasm. Your head snapped up, eyes brightening when you realised that it was Samuel that had paid you a visit. He thrusted his arms out, showcasing the beautiful plant proudly. “Look!”

“It’s beautiful!” You gasped, rounding the table, completely in awe as he set it down for you to marvel at. “I’ve never seen one in real life — I knew you could do it—”

And he doesn’t quite know what happens next but he does know that it has something to do with the adrenaline in his bones and the overwhelming fondness that he feels just at the aspect of standing so close to you, but suddenly he’s cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours and he thinks he accidentally squashed your nose with his, but…

He pulls away a few seconds later, breathless or no reason other than the fact that he can’t believe he just kissed you. Oh, Merlin — you look dazed and confused and his eyebrows furrow deeply. Had he read into this wrong…?

“Wow,” you breathe suddenly, gulping as you glance from his lips to his eyes and back again. “That was… That was amazing.”

He breathed his own laugh of relief as his hands slipped from your cheeks to your waist. “For a second there, I thought…”

“I didn’t know you liked me like that,” you confessed shyly, avoiding his eyes. “You were always so quiet around me.”

“After I accidentally dumped a bucket of water on your head I wasn’t so sure that you liked me either,” he whispered, smiling when you laugh beautifully.

“I see that both of your plants have bloomed,” a voice booms. As quick as a shot, you and Samuel jumped away from each other, heads turning towards the source of the voice. Professor Longbottom stood in the doorway, arms folded and eyebrow raised teasingly.

You gulp, ready to conjure an excuse when you register his words. “Wait — both?”

Sure enough, your plant sat on the table, blooming just as beautiful as Samuel’s did — and then you realised with a blush that somehow, your plant had intertwined its branches with his plant, connecting them.

“I have to say,” Professor Longbottom mused, walking deeper into the greenhouse until he stopped in front of your plants. “I’ve never seen them grow so strangely.”

It’s April, and Kim Samuel has not only an O in Herbology, but has also kissed the girl of his dreams and plans for much more.

Unoriginality ≠ Legendary

One of the most frustrating things for me is that whenever I call out Harry for being unoriginal and copying other people’s styles, his fans use the “He’s just INSPIRED by them! Nobody is original anymore!” excuse. Sorry, but that’s bullshit. I have seen many people in my high school art classes who have done things that I would have thought were unimaginable so that arguement about nobody being original anymore doesn’t hold up. Look, I understand that it’s hard to come up with something that hasn’t already been done before, and finding inspiration is necessary for artists because it’s impossible to create something out of nothing, but that’s not what Harry does. There’s a line between inspiration and blatantly copying somebody else and Harry has definitely crossed it quite a few times.
When it comes to his style, he has absolutely no shame in copying other people’s looks. For God’s sakes, most of the pictures in his Another Man photoshoot was just recreations of Mick Jagger photos. That was supposed to be his debut as a solo artist and an introduction to the New! Harry Styles! Why would he waste that opportunity by cosplaying as Mick? I don’t get it. The head band era between late 2013-2014 was clearly a nod to Keith Richards. Pink suit? Elvis did it. (and I know that Elvis wasn’t the only guy to wear a pink suit but Harry is an Elvis fan so it’s safe to assume that he got the idea from him.) Now look, I know wearing a similar outfit as someone else isn’t a crime, but it further proves my point that he has no shame in showing us his lack of creativity and will gladly take praise for doing something that’s already been done before. I don’t respect that and I never will.
In terms of his music, I don’t know enough about music to know if he stole any chords/riff or anything like that so I can’t accuse him of plagiarism. However, I will say this: His influences are very easy to pinpoint and that’s been one of my biggest issues with him as a solo artist. Sweet Creature was obviously heavily inspired by Blackbird. Meet Me in the Hallway sounds a bit like Pink Floyd. Kiwi sounds like a White Stripes song. Woman sounds like he was trying to emulate Elton John. I could go on and on. It’s not supposed to be so obvious! When you’re creating any kind of art, you’re supposed to draw from multiple sources to create something totally different and make it your own. It seems like Harry only draws from one or two sources, which is why it’s so easy to point them out. In my opinion, that is a big no no. As an artist myself, I am fully aware when my work too closely resembles something else and I would never dare to put out something that I knew wasn’t my own.
I want to make it very clear that I’m not accusing him of plagiarism. I’m not saying that at all. I just think that for all the praise he’s getting from his fans, other celebrities, and the media, I would expect him to be better and more creative. One of my biggest pet peaves is when undeserving people get praise for doing something lackluster and I think most of us can agree that he has been overhyped since before he even dropped his first single. I’ve said it before, I don’t think his album is bad, it wasn’t anything new, but it definitely wasn’t bad. It was a decent start but the easy to pinpoint influences are very distracting.
I do think he put in the effort to atleast try to make his music his own, but for me it wasn’t enough. Each song on his album sounds like a cover of another artist or band. I still have yet to see him find his own sound and I know that this is his first album but I don’t think that’s a good enough excuse. He’s been in the industry for almost a decade and he had a lot of people helping him on this album. I know it’s hard to find your own style, trust me I do, but giving him a pass won’t help anybody. If he doesn’t find out who he is as an artist on his second album, my respect for him will be even lower than it already is.

anonymous asked:

There are people who will do anything to be in your shoes , you have a home, clean water, food, clothes, fresh air, cell phone, tv, education etc. Look at the kids in the Middle East? They can't even get a chance to sleep in peave every night with out the fear of a bomb blowing them up. Try to look at things on the outside it could be a good start to help this state you're in. See a therapist? You may need meds to adjust serotonin levels in your brain. Take care.


Catcalling is not oppression
Being “friendzoned” is not oppression
Dress codes are not oppression
Slut shaming is not oppression

Oppression is like in India, where women get sulfuric acid thrown in their faces for turning down marriage proposals.

Or like in China (And many other countries) where Christians are murdered for what they believe in.

Or like during the Holocaust when several groups of people were murdered for not being good enough.

Stop trying to label your pet peaves and annoyances as oppression.

time-is-strange  asked:

Pet peaves for Hesta?

Hestia is so far unimpressed by people not picking up after themselves. She picks things up absent mindedly and generally keeps a tidy house in order to help herself focus. So it’s not that she minds people being /messy/ but that they don’t pick up after themselves and may continue to take advantage of the neatness of others. She picks up after people but is also as likely to throw a person’s dirty laundry at their own head.

Other pet peeves? chewing with mouth open, interrupting someone, and listening to other people’s music/games on their phone because their volume is too loud.

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