seat assignment

anonymous asked:

Hi mom, I'm going to my first concert in August (I'm gonna see Green Day) and I was wondering if you'd have any survival tips for it :)

First of all, congrats on an excellent choice for your first show! My eldest child’s first concert was GD too, bc I dragged them with me when they were 7 yrs old :)

Will you have an assigned seat or are you going to be in the general standing area? Is it going to be outside or inside? 

Outside tips: 

  • make sure you’re hydrated - it’s gonna be hot! take some cash bc water is usually like $10 a bottle and they won’t let you take your own in
  • wear sunscreen if not under shade

Standing tips: 

  • make sure you stand with your feet apart - it gives you a better chance of not being swept along with the crowd. sometimes it’s inevitable and the crowd surges and you have no choice but to go with it. but it gets scary when you’re in a crowd and you lose your balance, it’s so easy to go down, so standing with feet apart makes you more grounded and less likely to topple. 
  • you WILL get elbowed (or even kicked!) in the face if you’re up near the front so if that’s not for you then stay safe and stay further back. 
  • also, i grow my nails long in case i need to use them against some drunk douchebag who insists on encroaching on my space and if i perceive them to be a danger to me. they tend to get the message if you push them away with a squeeze on the upper arm and a taste of those nails ;)
  • get there EARLY if you want to be at the front. i mean super-early. like 6am. in the old days, when i used to hang outside venues all day, i would get there around 10am and would be about 4th row once we got inside. i’ve never been so keen that i wanted to sacrifice my sleep for the front row but plenty of people do. if going all day then take sandwiches, drinks, and snacks and carry them in disposable bags/containers so you don’t have to take all that junk into the show. prepare to have the most fun day ever!

General advice: 

  • consider taking ear plugs. you may decide not to use them but they don’t take up much space in your pocket and will be there just in case. it is going to be LOUD, probably the loudest thing you’ve ever experienced. your hearing may not return to normal for a day or two, esp if you’re near the speakers. 
  • keep personal items to a minimum. i wear jeans and stuff everything in pockets. this isn’t the time to take a huge bag with the contents of your entire house in it. you’re there to rock out, have a good time, and not have to worry about where your purse is. 
  • wear comfortable shoes, preferably closed toed if you wanna keep your toes and you’re in the pit! you’re going to be standing for a couple of hours. even if you have an assigned seat, most people stand up when the band comes out so you have to stand too if you want to see anything. 
  • don’t spend too much time taking photos or video. you obviously want to record some of the show but you also want to have some time being completely in the moment and drinking it all in. luckily for me, i never have much space on my phone so i can usually do 2 mins of video and my phone dies and then i put it away.
  • be prepared to drop a lot of money for merch. t-shirts are usually around $30-40 and hoodies can be around $50-55. and you WILL want one of those suckers bc they’re beautiful and you’ll cry at the thought of leaving without one

But most of all, enjoy the show, be aware of your surroundings and stay safe out there! 

jalapeno--business  asked:

So whenever I read trc, I'm always overwhelmed by this almost pathological desire to experience the same feelings of wonder and beauty and magic that you describe in the series. Yes, I understand that there is no sentient, magical forest to discover, and no sleeping king that I can search for, but I still have this urge to have similar feelings and experiences in my life. So how do you experience a similar kind of magic and wonder that you describe in your books, in everyday life?

Dear jalapeno–business,

Are you listening closely?

As an author, I travel a lot. At one point, I was on the road one day out of every three — planes, hotels, rental cars. There’s a rhythm to it, like running up a very long flight of stairs. You figure out how many stairs you can take in a jump, and how to breathe-in-breathe-out to keep from wasting your lungs, and you learn how to tell when you have to stop to rest your knees or you just won’t make it to the top. 

The airports and the planes and the people can all start to seem the same after awhile, if you’re looking at them wrong. If you let them. Anything in life can sound ordinary if that’s all you’re listening for.

Back in 2014, I was in a Texas airport. The night had that glittering senseless jitter to it that happens when you’re tired but going home, finally going home. I was early for my flight and sitting several gates away from my real gate, listening to music. A young man sat down two seats away. Ordinarily, tired and occupied with the peculiar every-day magic of the music in my headphones, I wouldn’t have noticed him, but a moment later, a phone rang. He asked if it was mine; it wasn’t. Someone had forgotten it on the seat between us. 

We both looked at it.

It rang again for someone who didn’t know to pick up, and then he took it away to one of the United desks for them to give it to someone who would listen. He didn’t return.

Two hours later, I went to my real gate to board. Full flight. Everyone was checking and double-checking their seat assignments as they defended their right to aisles and windows. When my seatmate settled himself next to me, I looked up, and it was the guy from the waiting area. He had a tilt to his chin that telegraphed that he thought he was hot shit and a grin that said he recognized me. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

We laughed ruefully and applied our headphones — we both knew the routine of polite air travel. But the agreeable tingle of the coincidence still ate at me, and I could tell it ate at him, too, because after a few moments, he offered me a truffle from his bag. I told him I couldn’t take it because of my allergies, but the headphones came off. We started to talk.

And he was a big talker. He was cocky. A surgical resident. He told me how he loved the hell out of taking internal organs out of people. He described how he listened to sixty-minute epic soundtracks in his ear buds while he removed appendixes and gallbladders, kidneys and stones. He told me of watching Dateline by himself at the end of seventy and eighty hour work weeks, and he told me about his Hyundai, which I made fun of. Confidentially, he whispered to me about a surgeon he knew who had the goal of removing every gallbladder in Texas. Two hours into the flight, the conversation tilted toward spirituality. He’s hot shit, he confessed, and works hard, but he sometimes wonders if he’s allowed to want to be successful, or if that makes him a bad person. Because he’s working a lot of hours in a week, and he’s tired, but he’s pretty sure that he’s hot shit, but maybe that’s not allowed.

I was watching him fumble his fingers over each other. He was scratching a hole in his own palm.

And all at once there was a phone in my head, and it was ringing just for me. 

“One of your parents has obsessive-compulsive disorder,” I told him. “Maybe both.”

The shimmering grin slipped. “How did you know? How could you know that?” 

I asked him if he was getting treatment for it.

He said, “No, no, I’m over it. How could you know that?”

Because in a foggy way, that phone was still ringing between us, and now, I recognized the number.

I said, “Don’t kill yourself.”

He replied, “No way,” and then he started to cry. 

The shit-eating grin had vanished. He told me how he’d made up his mind that he didn’t want to make it to 35. He’d researched all the ways to make sure he didn’t. Over the next hour, I told him about my OCD, and how I thought his uncertainty over wanting to be successful but also wanting to be humble was a function of his OCD’s spiritual obsession. That he wasn’t over OCD, that you never were, but that his agony didn’t have to be a real thing. He could be both humble and successful. It wasn’t against the rules of goodness to be proud of what you’d done, as long as you were doing things for the right reasons. I told him how once I bought a race car, but I’d given it away to someone who could use the money, because I realized I was only racing to look sexy in a car, and not because it was really making me happy. 

I told him he didn’t have to worry about looking sexy in a Hyundai, though, and he replied that he would look sexy in anything, and then he cried a little more. 

Everyone else in the plane was asleep, but we were wide awake.

When we got off the plane in Virginia, the surgical resident gave me an awkward side-hug, and he wiped his face. Then he dug in his bag for the wrapper from his truffle. As the other travelers shuffled past us sleepily, he pressed it into my hand. He didn’t want to give me his name, he said, but he wanted something for me to remember so that when we ran into each other again in 15 years, I’d know who he was.

After we’d parted ways, I turned my phone off airplane mode, and a text came in that had been sent while I was in the air. It was from the person I’d given the race car to. I hadn’t heard from him in nearly six months. The text said only: thank u maggie i have such a hppy life bc of u

Magic.

You have to be listening closely. Phones are ringing all over the world, and sometimes they look like magical forests, and sometimes they look like race cars, and sometimes they look like surgical residents.

urs,

Stiefvater

Courage

Requested ages ago by @grace-for-sale​. Hope you like it!

Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas are both high school teachers. Dean has a crush, but no courage to do anything about it.

Word Count: 1600ish

Warnings: None. I wrote something without smut. What??


“You’re late, Mr. Winchester.”

“The bell was literally ringing as you said that, Lydia,” Dean smiles. “I think we can all let it slide.”

Lydia smiles back and starts sharpening her pencil in the sharpener by the door, where she’s clearly been waiting for him. “I can let it slide,” she agrees, “since you were just out there talking to Mr. Novak.”

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Victuuri Must Reads - Part II
  • Dear True Love  (WIP) by @ablations - A beautiful AU in which Yuuri is a pianist and Victor a writer who decides to go to Hasetsu for a break. This story is so soft and beautiful and introspective. I love it and it’s incredibly well written with amazing character development! 
  • Twenty-Five Hours (WIP) by @0lizzybennet0 - Canon divergent fic in which Yuuri and Victor first meet on a really long flight where they are assigned adjacent seats. This is so witty, sweet, funny and a bit angsty and I just??? I love this so much??? Bonus points for awesome Yurio characterization. 
  • Beside the Dancing Sea by @omgkatsudonplease - AU where Victor is a writer who moves to a sleepy Scottish town looking for inspiration. There, he meets the mysterious Yuuri Katsuski and his life is changed forever. If you are looking for a long, beautifully written AU this is it. It’s captivating, angsty with lots of pining, and with great supporting characters! 
  • Like a Fairytale (WIP) by @lucycamui - Fairytale AU where Victor is a prince who falls with a baker at the ball. THIS. IS. SO. ADORABLE. It’s so fluffy and sweet and there’s lots of pining and Victor as an airy-headed prince is all you could ask for. 
  • not gold like in your dreams (WIP) by @ebenroot - Penelope AU where Victor and Yuuri become roommates and Yuuri has a secret. Slow burn fic, really sweet and fluffy (with a tad of angst), and so well written! 
  • if i’m never your hero (WIP) by @actualyuuri - Vigilante AU in which Victor is a journalist and Yuuri the new intern. And a superhero. If you’ve read my previous list you already know that I love anything and everything that braveten writes. This is no exception and I can’t wait to know how it continues!
  • how the mighty fall (in love) by @actualyuuri - Writers AU where Victor is a famous writer with a rival named ‘KY’. Like I said, I adore braveten and this short fic is sublime! So sweet and full of pining.
  • Healthy Impropriety by mtothdestiel - Regency AU. I repeat: RECENCY AU. And a beautifully written one at that, in which the wealthy Mr Nikiforov is the most extra recency heroine and falls for Yuuri at a ball. I am a sucker for anything resembling Jane Austen and I think this fic is a work of art. 
  • The Boyfriend Experience (WIP) by @victorsporosya - Escort AU. Yuuri is a retired skater turned escort and, one night, one of his usual clients sets him up with none other than skating legend Viktor Nikiforov. I have two words for this: smut and angst (and romance). It’s so well written and compelling! 
  • Masquerade (WIP) by @captain-erwinmerica - Mafia AU where Victor and Yuuri are star-crossed lovers and heirs of two opposite mafia families. This is so angsty and full of suspence (and also some smut and some fluff) and beautifully written! 

Note: A lot of people seemed to enjoy my first list of recommendations, and since I’ve done some more reading in the past month instead of studying for my exams like I should have here is a new list with some more amazing fics! This fandom really is blessed with incredibly talented writers, and if you like any of the above fics make sure to let them know! 

anonymous asked:

I need some tips on getting through high school and also how to get good grades when you're depressed and just don't care about anything anymore.

Hi Anon,

Here are some awesome ways to beat school blues:

College needs:

Food

Helpful sites:

High school needs:

Mental health resources:

Misc resources:

Motivation:

Music/Sound:

School resources:

Stress relief:

Studying/school help:

English/History:

Foreign Languages:

Geography:

Math/Science:

Study Needs:

TIPS:

  1. Remember that today’s day in age is different from how it was back then. So don’t stress about school too much.High school students today have the anxiety of what a mental patient in the insane asylum had in the 50s. Here’s also a thing to show how times have changed.
  2. Prioritize. List what needs to get done first and when. Sometimes getting the bigger/harder tasks is easier than conquering the smaller/easier tasks.
  3. Set times when certain projects need to be done and stick to that deadline.
  4. Turn your phone off or give it to your parents while doing work/studying. I know that we live in the age of technology and literally everything is at the touch of our fingertips. Honestly though you can wait on what your favorite celebrity has to say or if your crush liked your instagram photo. You’ll be more involved in that than you are into your work.
  5. If you have trouble in a certain subject and there is no assigned seating, take advantage of the front. I guarantee you’ll learn more.
  6. Ask your teacher what exactly you’ll need to know. If you’re taking notes during the year, write in the margins whether or not it will be tested. It will be easier to know what you will be tested on.
  7. Save your exams. Half the time your teachers use the same questions (or questions similar) from your exams on your midterms or finals.
  8. Don’t try to do homework straight afterschool if you can’t, despite what everyone says. Give yourself an hour, and try to get some exercise in. I find it stops me getting bored of sitting down. Not to mention helps me concentrate better.
  9. Don’t just read the material, write it, draw it, recite it, quiz yourself on it! Until you have the material down.
  10. Join clubs, sports, or organizations! You’re guaranteed to find friends in there. You’ll already have common interests. Start with that and go with the flow.
  11. College kids: If you don’t have assigned seating, and you have been sitting in the same seat for 2 weeks. That is you assigned seat now. Don’t move or you’ll screw everyone up and they will hate you.
  12. Color code things, such as your notes. If you want to see how I color code my notes message me and I’ll be happy to show you
  13. Be kind to one another.

I hope that helps!

Best,

Lena

I Must Not Tell Lies

Request from anonymous: Prompts “You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are” and “Who did this to you?”

Thank you anon! I decided to base this around Umbridge’s year (Order of the Phoenix) and the reader was Cedric’s best friend and is dating Draco, and Umbridge says that Cedric’s death was just an accident and says bad things about him so they stand up for him and get punished.

**** NOTE!! The lesson is not based on the actual lesson, therefore it is not word for word!!! :)****

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i hate you, i love you. (m) | 01

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

Word Count: 10,389

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You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.

You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You remembered the first day school started back from winter break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.

Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was visible through your peripheral.

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The girl no one noticed || D.H.

A/N: I got this really (!) cool request not long ago and I just felt like writing it! Thank you to the person who sent it in. I feel like this turned out to be one of the purest imagines I have ever written.

Word Count: 1.8K

POV: 3rd Person (uhh something special)

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

“Mr Howell, can you please pay attention?!”

“I don’t know, can I?” Dan was smirking and cockily looking up at the teacher. She seemed perplex and instead of answering she just handed him a detention slip.

Dan didn’t really care instead he enjoyed that he made the whole class laugh. He felt like he was glowing as Mrs Hammersmith was evilly glaring at every student that couldn’t hold in their laughter.

And then he heard her, the girl that sat in the middle of class right in front of him. He’d been staring at her back all semester but not once had he heard her talk. Okay, maybe she had answered a question that she was asked, but she never said more than that.

But right at this moment he could clearly hear her giggle at his comment and he had never heard anything that beautiful. It was light and so genuine.

Dan had never really noticed her before. She was just there. Nobody ever payed attention to her and that was what she wanted. She didn’t want to be noticed but ever since Dan heard her giggle he couldn’t stop noticing her.

When the bell rang every student quickly sprinted outside. Everybody seemed to hate English Literature taught by Mrs Hammersmith, but Y/N didn’t. She liked the books her teacher gave the class to read and she’d spent nights devouring them. Still she didn’t say much during class even though she knew all the answers. Y/N just didn’t feel like she needed the attention unlike the boys who sat right behind her.

She picked up her school bag and notebook as she followed everyone outside.

“Get out of the way!” She heard somebody shout, seconds later she felt a hard shoulder hit hers.

A blonde guy was chasing his friend through the hallway. He didn’t pay enough attention to his surroundings to see Y/N walking right in front of him. The two of them collided. She was pushed against a stranger’s locker and dropped everything she was carrying. Her notebook hit the floor with a loud thud as the loose pieces of paper she stored in there scattered all over the floor.

Her ‘attacker’ didn’t even say anything he was long gone when Y/N got up again.

“You look like you need help.”

Dan had watched his friend Joe chase Carter, another friend of his, down the hallway. At first, he laughed because he knew that Carter must have done something really stupid, but then he saw Joe run into the quiet girl from class.

Y/N gulped nervously. Before she could tell the brown-haired boy that ‘it’s okay’ he had already started picking up her notes and scribbles.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Dan by the way.” He showed her his friendliest smile. She smiled back as soon as she saw his dimples. Y/N recognized him as the guy who sat behind her in English Lit.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Dan was surprised that her voice wasn’t all quiet. It just sounded very clear.

She bent down next to him to help him pick up her papers. Dan gathered as many as he could and couldn’t stop himself from taking a quick glance at them before he handed them back.

Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as he had expected it to be. It was rather messy but he could still make out a few words. It didn’t look like anything school related.

Y/N noticed that Dan took a look at her notes. She had just scribbled song lyrics and poems down and she was sure he couldn’t even read what it said.

“Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry that Joe pushed you over.” Dan nervously laughed a little. He didn’t really want this conversation to end, but he had nothing else to say.

“Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“I’ll see you around?” Dan asked her, hoping that they would get the chance to talk to each other again.

“I guess so.” Y/N answered.

They had never talked to each other before. In fact, she didn’t talk much. Dan was one of the loud boys in the back of class, so Y/N was understandably a bit confused by his sudden…interest?

After they had said their byes they walked off in different directions. Dan couldn’t stop himself from turning around again and staring at her back that was moving away from him.

‘Who is she?’ he silently asked himself and he didn’t find an answer.

Yes, she was the quiet and shy girl that sat in front of him in class, but who was she really?

Dan just needed to find out.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about her once after that incident. He even subtly asked his friends about her, but most of them didn’t even knew what girl he was talking about.

The next time he walked into English class he had a weird feeling in his stomach region. He wasn’t feeling sick though, he was excited? nervous even?

She was already waiting for class to start in her assigned seat as always. A part of her face was hidden behind a strand of her hair as she was drawing little butterflies next to some of her notes.

When Dan walked past her seat she glanced up at him for a second, their eyes met and then she quickly looked down again.

Dan took the chair behind her and as soon as the bell rang Mrs Hammersmith started with her lesson. It was not unusual that Dan didn’t listen to whatever she said but normally it was because he’d be joking around with his friends.

That wasn’t the reason this time. This time he was thinking about the colour of Y/N’s eyes and how he had never seen more beautiful ones.

Mrs Hammersmith started handing out new books for everybody to read and most of the class groaned as she did so.

Y/N on the other hand curiously examined the title and cover of the book as soon it was handed to her. After every student was given a copy of the book Mrs Hammersmith raised her voice.

“I want you to do presentations on this novel.” She announced and again the class groaned.

“In pairs” the teacher then added and seemed to cheer up most of her students.

Y/N, however, quickly raised her hand.

Before she was even asked to speak, Mrs Hammersmith answered her question.

“No Miss Y/L/N you can’t do the presentation on your own. You’ll need to find a partner.”

Y/N’s hand slowly sank in defeat.

“I can be her partner.”

Every student in this class seemed to turn around to stare at Dan. Their eyes were nearly grouching out of their socket as they couldn’t believe that he had volunteered to pair up with the girl nobody noticed.

Even Y/N had turned around to face him. He was shooting her a grin and shrugged his shoulders as if he were saying ‘why not?’.

She simply nodded, agreeing to do this project together.

After class had ended Dan quickly followed Y/N outside.

“So… when do you want to meet up?” Dan asked her, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you think you can finish the book until Friday?” she asked him, eying the novel she was now carrying on top of her notebook. It was pretty thin, she would probably read it in one go tonight.

“Sure.” He positively said although it would probably take him a while since he wasn’t really into reading that much.

“Good. Then we can meet up Friday after school. My place?” She wanted to know.

“Sounds great.” Dan smiled at her, already looking forward to Friday.

As the day of days had finally came Dan was unable to concentrate on anything in class or listen to anything his friends said. The only thought he was able to think was ‘I’m going to see Y/N today’.

Dan had stayed up until way past his usual bed time in order to finish the book. He was busy all week and didn’t have the chance to read it, but he would’ve done anything to finish it.  

After his last lesson on Friday he nearly jumped up from his seat, he didn’t even say goodbye to Joe or Carter, he walked out of the building straight away to wait for Y/N in the parking lot.

To his surprise, she was already waiting for him right next to the entrance. What Dan didn’t know was that she was just as excited as him.

“Hi” she greeted him and Dan’s heart swelled with happiness at the simple word.

“Hey Y/N” he greeted her back and as she started walking he just followed her.

“We need to take the bus.” She explained as they made their way to the bus stop.

Five minutes later Dan sat in a bus that was driving in the opposite direction to where his house was.

They sat next to each other but didn’t talk much. Still, it wasn’t an awkward kind of silence between them. It just felt normal.

After Y/N had told Dan where to get off they walked a few metres until they had reached her house. She got the keys from her bag and unlocked the front door.

“My parents are at work. How do you feel about ordering something for lunch?” Y/N asked the brown-haired boy that kept looking around the house.

“Sounds perfect to me.” Dan exclaimed, only now noticing how hungry he was.

Dan took his shoes and jacket off before grabbing his bag again and waiting for her to tell him what to do.

“My room is upstairs.” She explained before she ran up the stairs on her tip toes. Just that simple act made him grin.

He followed her and as he entered her room his mouth hung open. There were Green Day posters and lyrics plastered all over her walls. There was even a drum kit in the back of her room.

He stared at her with wide eyes as he noticed the stacks of video games next to her TV. He had played and loved most of them, but he saw some that he didn’t even know of.

“There is a sequel to The Last of Us?” he asked her flabbergasted, picking up the game from where it was lying next to her PS4.

“It came out yesterday. I pre-ordered it. It’s so much better than I had expected it to be, and my expectations were high!” She excitedly exclaimed and Dan was taken aback by how passionate she was about it and how vigorous her voice sounded.

His gaze wandered through her room for a while as he took in all the tiny details and decorations.

Then, his eyes landed on Y/N again and he couldn’t help but stare at the girl nobody but him noticed. And boy, they all missed out on something.

“Who are you?” he asked her with a smile, not being able to read her.

Save A Life

MASTERLIST

A/N: So I’ve spend the past three days writing this (for) my friend Nat, because she really wanted a story to foucs on this, because well, she’s been in a situation alike this. Babe, you know I’m proud of you. I’d love some feedback on this. 

Word count: 4,271

Toronto, Canada – 2017

“Okay, wish me luck” Shawn stuttered, running his shaking fingers through his curly hair.

Why was he so nervous? He was so used to big crowds.

You pulled Shawn into your arms, before planting a tender kiss on his already burning lips.

“You don’t need any luck” you whispered into his ear, softly stroking his flushed cheek.

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Muslim man alleges discrimination on Delta Air Lines flight: “I feel stepped on and humiliated”

  • Yassine Siqal, a Moroccan-born Muslim man, said a Delta Air Lines flight attendant racially profiled him on his flight back to New York City.
  • Siqal told New York Daily News that while returning home from a visit in North Carolina with his fiancée, he was falling asleep when a flight attendant snapped at him. 
  • She allegedly told Siqal to move to an empty row across the aisle. Siqal said he refused to leave his assigned seat because he wanted to stay next to his fiancée.
  • The same flight attendant, according to Siqal, questioned him earlier to see if he felt alright when she saw him yawning. He explained to her that all was well and he was just tired.
  • After landing, Siqal left the plane and was interrogated by the police for about 40 minutes. When Siqal said he would be missing his shift as a restaurant server, the police refused to let him leave. Read more (5/30/17)

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BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
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3,745

series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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A Taste of Your Own Medicine (Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Originally posted by thealipower

Request:  Draco imagine where Hufflepuff reader stands up to him and yells at him, much to his surprise, and he begins to form a crush on her because she’s more intriguing than he initially thought? - Anon

The reader is a straight up savage in this

L/N: Last name

H/C: Hair color

E/C: Eye color

I WILL BE MAKING A PART TWO!


As everyone at Hogwarts knew, Draco Malfoy was definitely not one to be nice to people unless they were at his so-called “status.”  Hufflepuffs in particular.  He saw Hufflepuff house to be the ones that were too kind and weak to fight back, which is why he, Blaise, and Goyle picked on them the most.  The professors had also basically given up on trying to stop Draco and his gang.  None of them wanted to deal with the wrath his father, Lucius, knowing the power he held.  Most students that were victims of his bullying got used to it and didn’t bother to do anything about it.  You, however, were getting sick of it.

Today was one of those days where Draco felt like making fun of an innocent person in hopes it would raise his low self-esteem.  To his luck, everyone was being assigned new seats in potions.

Snape was towards the middle of the list.  “Mister Weasley and Miss Brown,” he said in his usual colorless tone and pointed to a table.  Ron shuffled to his seat, with Lavender all giddy very close behind him.  “Hmm… Miss L/N and Mister Malfoy.”

You internally groaned.  Perfect.  Just perfect.

You slumped into your new seat, Draco now next to you.  In the corner of your eye you could see he was looking at you.  You turned around to meet his glance.  He smirked.  You stared at him for a brief moment as to say “try anything and you’re dead.”  

The first half of class was okay.  Neither of you spoke to each other.  Draco had his chin resting in his hands, clearly not interested in whatever Snape was talking about.  Eventually his boredom got to the point when he knew exactly how to cure it. (Or so he thought).

“Hey, L/N,” he whispered.

You rolled your eyes.  You knew what was coming next.  “Leave me alone, Draco.  And my name is Y/N to you.”

“Ooh, feisty one, are we?”

His highly obnoxious games continued for the remainder of class.  He insulted your house tie, friends, Hufflepuff in general, all stuff you had expected.  But then he took it one step too far.

“Your family, all filthy muggles, correct?  Disgraceful.  Mud–”

The sound of your chair screeching backwards interrupted his sentence.  The whole class got even quieter than it already was.  Snape stopped talking.

“Alright, Draco, it’s about time you get a taste of your own medicine.  Just because your Daddy’s boy and you live in a huge mansion does NOT make you better than anyone else here.  You think money can buy happiness, you think just because a witch or wizard is related to a non-magical person that automatically makes them a piece of garbage.  When in reality, you’re the piece of garbage that thinks he can go around making others feel bad about themselves hoping it will make you feel better about yourself.  You think everyone is supposed to love you and bow down to you but the truth is everyone is sick and tired of the crap you give them every single day!”

The whole class stared at you, including Draco.  This was a first for everyone.

“MISS L/N!” Snape yelled.  You were already prepared for what happened next.  “Fifty points from Hufflepuff and detention!”

“Gladly, professor,” you replied smugly and sat back down.

-

Class ended not too long after that.  You were greeted by Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs–and even a few Slytherins–praising you for standing up to the Draco Malfoy.  Word got around Hogwarts quickly.  When McGonagall got wind of it, she slipped Hufflepuff house those fifty points back–with an additional five.

-

That night while all the Slytherin boys were sleeping, Draco lay awake, thinking about what had happened in his potions class earlier that day.  That L/N girl had the nerve to speak to me that way?  What a git.  Nobody speaks to a pureblood Malfoy like that.  We’re partners in potions for the rest of the year, I’ll make sure to ruin her reputation.  Maybe get rid of all that beautiful H/C hair… Wait.  Draco, you idiot, it’s not beautiful.  More like a disheveled frizzy mess… Regardless of the way it accents her cheekbones and matches perfectly with her E/C eyes and flows down her neck like a graceful waterfall… Oh God.  You bloody idiot you’ve fallen in LOVE with her!  No… no I can’t let that happen.  A MALFOY NEVER APOLOGIZES!  Well in that case… it looks like you’re going to be the first.


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Such A Flirt [Draco x Reader]

Request: 22 with Draco x Reader. They aren’t close but it’s like a love-hate relationship between them. Btw I love your stuff!

word count: 500+

a/n: i had so much fun writing this! but if anyone ever cat calls you, kick them where the sun don’t shine. Everyone deserves to be respected.

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

“You look good today (y/n). Is that a new necklace?” Draco flirted

“Fuck off, Malfoy”


“Hey Draco, Nice shirt. Is it made of boyfriend material?”

“Shut it, (y/n)”


These were just a few examples of how everyday was thanks to Draco Malfoy and (y/n) (l/n) and how they couldn’t admit that they fancied each other. So they settled for what many viewed as a love-hate relationship. This only caused a lot of frustration between the two teens.

It also sparked a lot of interest for the relationship between the two. Some accused them of being secretly dating. Others said they were fuck buddies. But truth was, you two couldn’t convey your emotions to each other. And it annoyed both of you.

Now (y/n) and a group of her friends walked to breakfast when the topic of Draco was brought up, “look, yes Draco is an attractive bloke, but he’s an asshole with pretty blue eyes. We’ll never be a thing, plus it’s just fun to be a pain in his ass. He’s kind of adorable when he’s angry and zealous.”

“You think I’m adorable, (l/n),” Well if it wasn’t the devil himself, Draco.

“Morning, Malfoy, did you sleep alright?”

“I slept fine but would’ve slept better if you were next to me,” he smirked

“As if” (yes, this was a clueless reference) 


The two had an encounter again when literally crashing into each during Transfiguration class. (Y/n) was making her way across the room to get to her assigned seats when a student’s stack of books accidently tripped her. As she came toppling down, she waited for an impact that never came. Instead, Draco caught her.

“Wow, (y/n), you’re literally falling for me.”

She quickly stood up and pushed the blonde boy away, “Whatever, Malfoy”

(Y/n) pushed her way past him and went to sit with her friends who giggled at the event that took place before them. 

“Come on, (y/n), just hook up with him already,” your best friend advised.

“With Draco? No thanks, I have standards.”


Now, it was about to be dinner time. (Y/N) walked down the halls alone for once. She told her friends to go and get them seats already. As she walked, she somewhat analyzed the people who walked near her. A group of Hufflepuff girl, some Ravenclaws discussing astrology, and then- Draco, with Blaise on one side and Pansy on the other.

“Oy, (y/n)!” Draco called, but you kept walking, just to tease him. Except you stopped right in your tracks when you clearly heard him cat call you. Oh, this would be fun!

“I know I have a nice ass, but you don’t need to stare”

Draco’s entire face immediately flushed red; Almost as red as the Gryffindor banner.  Pansy and Blaise both looked shocked but then hurried off to the Great Hall as if Draco and (y/n) were about to have a stern talking to.

(Y/N) smirked in victory at the speechless boy,” I win, Malfoy.”

Then she began to walk away, a smile evident on her features when his finers laced around his wrists, “Draco-”

In one swift movement, Draco had twirled you around and planted his soft lips against your, lightly snogging you. And if you said you didn’t enjoy it, you would be lying.

“I win,” he mumbled against your lips then walked off like nothing happened. But now, the game was on between you two.

The Art of Falling in Love

Originally posted by minhyunq

Pairing: Mark x reader
Genre: fluff, high school!au, bad girl!au 
Warnings: some language, underage drinking
Word count:  6,786


“I can’t believe you skipped school! Again!” your mother yelled furiously as she paced back and forth in the living room; she was fuming. Your eyes were focused on a loose thread on your carpet, hands behind your back. After promising not to skip school, here you stood, getting your ass scolded. 

You didn’t know how your mother put up with your antics, and truth be told you commended her patience and the fact that she still loved you after all that. It’s not that you were a bad person. It was just that, you could say you didn’t like living by the norms. Thus, that made you a very rebellious teen. Despite the young of your age you’ve lost count of the many rebellious things you’ve done; you still vividly remembered that one time you took a train to Busan all by yourself without any notice. 

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Pansy was sitting in her seat beside Potter. It was their makeup seventh year and the new Transfiguration teacher had given them assigned seats. Pansy far preferred McGonagall, but she had gone on to be Headmistress and they were stuck with Professor What’s His Name. She couldn’t be bothered to learn it. When the professor said he’d be seating them in interhouse pairs, she hoped she’d be lucky enough to sit next to Granger. She wasn’t. So instead she watched from afar.

Granger was copying notes from the board. Her body curled over the desk as if she were trying to encircle it. The position made her hair fall into her face. A curtain of dark frizz. Pansy wanted to brush it back for her–perhaps braid it or slick it into a ponytail–or at least offer her an elastic. Then the girl ran a flustered hand from her forehead to the nape of her neck, effectively flipping the bushy hair out of her way.

“Beautiful,” Pansy whispered under her breath.

“Huh?” Potter asked ever-so-eloquently, eyes flicking to Pansy from where they rested on Draco–Granger’s table partner. Draco was taking copious notes as well. Pansy could almost make out his calligraphic scrawl from her seat.

“The studious ones are always the easiest to fall for, aren’t they? And the hardest to get over,” Pansy said, cocking her head in the direction of the two attentive students.

Potter blinked. “I don’t have a crush on Hermione if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Pansy snorted. “That’s not at all what I’m getting at. And anyways, Granger’s gay.”

Potter went as red as his Gryffindor tie. “Don’t say that about her.”

“Cool it, Golden Boy. It wasn’t an insult. But maybe that internalized homophobia is why you can’t see you have a crush on Draco.”

“Malfoy? Are you bonkers? Just because you think he’s the greatest thing on Earth doesn’t mean I have to.”

Pansy laughed then. “Potter, if you were paying any attention you’d know it’s Granger I like. Draco has a sharp wit but the wrong equipment.”

Potter looked as if he’d been slapped. “What?”

“Oh, shut your mouth. Like it’s that shocking.” She knew, however, that it was shocking because every person she’d come out to had said, “you’re too pretty to be gay”. Bullshit. As if her looks had anything to do with her desire to fuck girls. Or cuddle with them. Or whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Or–

Pansy had found she turned into a Hufflepuff when she got too caught up in her fantasies, so she effectively shut them off. It wouldn’t do to have her reputation ruined–even internally.

Pansy brushed aside her ridiculous musings. “Potter, I have a proposition for you.”

His gaze darkened. “No thanks. I don’t take propositions from Slytherins.”

“And I thought we were getting on so well,” Pansy said sweetly before dropping the sugary expression. “Give it a rest, will you? The war’s over. And we weren’t all Death Eaters.”

“You tried to turn me in to Voldemort,” Potter pointed out.

Pansy swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. “Details, details. Just hear me out. You’re good friends with Granger, and I’m good friends with Draco. What do you say we work together to woo our love interests?”

“I have no interest in dating Mal–”

“Potter, you haven’t taken your eyes off him since he sat down. Actually, you had your eyes on him as he sat down as well.”

“That’s because–”

“Because you were checking out his arse. And you’re blushing like crazy–”

“I am not!”

“–WHICH, may I note, you did not do when you thought I was talking about Granger.”

“Only because–”

“What if I told you he likes you, too?”

Potter shut his mouth. He ran a hand through his unruly hair. It wasn’t as cute as when Granger did it. He bit his lip. “Fine. We can work together. But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Potter, who in Merlin’s name would I want to tell? It’s not like I’m proud of allying with a bloody Gryffindor.”

“Whatever. Just…keep it quiet.”

“Same, Scarhead.” The bell rung and the two went their separate ways.

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Anon: College Klance, where Keith’s sick but he has a really important test in one of his classes so he goes to class anyway. Keith and Lance happen to have that class together, and normally Lance just tries to ignore the other boy, but the Keith waddles in wearing a big coat, scarf and a wool beanie. It’s like 80 degrees out, so he knows somethings off. Bonus: For Keith being light headed and having to be carried back to his dorm room. (PS Thank you for writing awesome fics)

A/N: So I heard you guys liked pining Lance. Cashing in the bonus, someone should draw Keith in winter gear with the scarf covering his face up to his bright-red nose.


Lance hadn’t noticed the boy before. He hadn’t noticed that mullet hair, or that red jacket, or that little glance they shared when the boy would walk in a minute before class started-

Okay, maybe he’d noticed. But that’s just because the guy sat in front of him in the lecture hall! How could he not look at the way his stupid hair turned up at the ends or the stupid way he twirled his stupid pencil with his stupid nice fingers-

Okay. Maybe he’d done more than notice. Maybe he’d put in some extra effort into trying to see the boy’s name on his test. Maybe he’d lost track of class while watching the boy lazily doodle on his notes. Maybe he’d seen ‘Keith Kogane’ on the list of packages at the front desk of his dorm hall and almost choked. Just maybe, though. Probably not. Definitely not.

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