sentenced to burn

Spell Circle Masterpost Part II

(These are unique to my craft. However, I have seen similar methods in other crafts.)

Spell Circles are used in a type of spell casting that is more ritualistic than other types of spells. (For less ritualistic spells, see these posts: 1, 2, 3.)
Step #1: Begin by drawing a circle and a circle within that circle.

The circles act as a barrier and/or a scope to aim and contain the effects of the spell. I recommend using India ink that has had salt dissolved in it. (If you do, be sure to only use this ink for the circle, and not for the other parts of the Spell Circle.)

Step #2: Draw the Root Sigil in the center of the smaller circle. The Root Sigil is the main goal of the spell. It is the subject of a sentence, and the sentence is the spell. If you aren’t familiar with Sigils or how to use them, Here is a post I made about them.

Step #3: (This step can totally be skipped) Draw a Spell Seal (This is a link to Part II) in the center of the circle. When I do this, I never let the lines of the spell seal go over the Circles, or Triangles of the Root Sigil. 

Step #4: The final step is to write the rest of the spell around the outside circle. When I do this, I always have a Sigil Chain that IS the complete sentence that I burn as part of the spell. 

Casting

To cast a spell Circle, set up the correspondences (Candles, smudges, elements, taglocks, etc.), and say the incantation. Then once the spell has been completed. Destroy the Spell Circle. (If a Spell Seal was used, I always destroy the Spell Circle using the Elements that are attributed to the Seal used.)

(BMC/Hamilton) Learn, Song Parody

Parody: Learn
Actual Song: Burn
By: Hamilton

(MICHAEL)
I saved every memory we shared
Selfies, doodles and art both of yours and mine
Yours were better than mine
Always better than mine

Do you know what my first thought was
When I saw you turn your back and leave?
I thought:
‘I should have expected this…
He always had more potential than me’

You and your jokes had me in nonstop laugh
Your humor I could never surpass
You cheered me up on all of my worst days
You were my hero

I’m looking through all the things we shared
Your artwork, my pictures, our selfies…they all look fine
How can they be fine
When I now know you were lying

It’s time that I learn
Learn…

You left me when you had the perfect chance
No goodbye, no last hug just a look and a turning away
In improving your life
You have ruined mine

Do you know what Brooke mentioned
As I sat alone at a table one day?
She said:
'You’re welcome to sit with me…
Also, is your friend Jeremy straight?’

You now have girls who like you as a boyfriend
Congrats, you got what you always wanted
No need to hang out with me anymore
When you have these chicks

Brooke,
Chlo,
Chris…

I’m erasing myself from the narrative
Let yourself move forward without having Michael to hold you back
You have chosen your path

It’s time that I learned
Time that I learned

I have no place in your new life
And you now have no place in mine
You’ve outgrown me, I guess that it’s fine

I’m learning to back away
Learning to let you go
Learning to hate you

You forfeit the right as my friend
You forfeit the right to my heart
I’ll get over you, make a new start
With just one fleeting memory of when you were mine…

I’m sure that I’ll learn…

I was looking for prompt-posts and couldn’t find a good one (that I liked and wasn’t too long) so I made my own.

So send me a number & a ship and I’ll be happy to write a short fic or something. If you’re unsure about what I can/will write, take a look here. You can also include if you want/don’t want a specific genre.

Sentence Prompts:

01. “I think people hug at this point.”
02. “See you in Hell, bitch.”
03. “I- I can’t breathe.”
04. “Can I stay here for the night?”
05. “What part of leave me alone don’t you get?”
06. “What if I say no?”
07. “I dreamed of you last night.”
08. “You can dance with me… if you want!”
09. “How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else?”
10. “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
11. ”I can’t believe you shot me!”
12. “Would you stop that?!”
13. “Breathe, okay? Just breathe.”
14. “I knew I’d find you here.”
15. “I’m not supposed to be here.”
16. “Where do you think you’re going with this?”
17. “I’ve never done this before.”
18. “I got you, it’s okay.”
19. “I can change.”
20. “What are you wearing?”
21. “How do you even sleep at night?”
22. “Let’s go win some stupid shit.”
23. “Why is there a dog on the couch…?”
24. “It’s not burnt, it’s slightly toasted.”
25. “[something else you want]”

Please?

Feel free to use and reblog this for your own little prompt-challenge.

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“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

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TRIAL & ERROR SENTENCE STARTERS

“You sick bastard.”

“My stamina is legendary.”

“I’ve been advised by my life coach to say ‘yes’ more, so…yes.’”

“That was scary. But it felt right.”

“I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved your money!”

“This skirt is tight, and these steps are steep. Enjoy yourself.”

“The wine helps silence the inner critic.”

“We boned…It was fine.”

“Relax, I don’t have a bagel in the oven.”

“Can I please draw a penis on his forehead??”

“Sometimes, when my boss is mad at me, I pretend to take a phone call.”

“Maybe you should be on trial for killing the mood!”

“My coma’s starting to hurt…”

“Oh, I see how it is…I gave you a cookie and now you want the whole jug of milk.”

“He’s not a pyromaniac. He’s…a volunteer fire starter.”

“That was the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life…and I was engaged.”

“I’ve had many dreams where I killed him…and one where we kissed.”

“Why are you such a beautiful soul?”

an incomplete list of really annoying adhd symptoms

- Losing your phone and/or keys at least once a day, usually multiple times. (Especially my phone. If my phone is not in my hand I probably have no idea where it is.)  

- Looking like an asshole 24/7 even though you’re actually a really considerate person at heart because you constantly forget to reply to texts and messages, RSVP to events, tip waiters, etc. It took me about two weeks to realize I hadn’t yet donated to my friend’s Kickstarter. 

- Driving is just. You know. Fun. 

- Completely forgetting what you were going to say in the middle of probably 30% of your sentences. 

- Constantly burning food, leaving detergent on too long, etc. because you step out of the room for two seconds and end up distracted by something else.

- Fighting back tears when you need to clean a space but there are too many Items and u need to move them all and sort them out….somehow…kill me

- Needing clean, clear spaces in your home in order to think straight, but everything is constantly a mess because executive dysfunction. 

- That persistent feeling, even when you’re calm and feeling mostly fine, that you’ve probably forgotten something of dire importance and your life is about to come crashing down around you. 

- Getting super flustered when someone gives you instructions to follow that aren’t written down. 

- Being actually really fucking smart but having nothing to show for it because you struggle to follow instructions, remember key components of simple tasks, and you get confused by half of what people say to you.

- Being really hardworking and taking your work really seriously but getting no credit for it because you can’t perform half as well as employees who care half as much.

- Not understanding jokes. Not understanding jokes. Not understanding jokes.  N o t  u n d e r s t a n d i n g  j o k e s   

- Thought of a good song lyric, melody, or description? You better write that shit down NOW because it’s gonna be gone in 20 seconds. 

- Not knowing how to respond to various things people say so you just end up saying the most accidentally rude or awkward thing you possibly could. 

- Literally not even being able to focus on things that you love to do. Having to structure time to do things that are fulfilling to you. *bangs head against wall repeatedly*

- Checking and re-checking any work you do because who the hell knows what glaringly obvious idiotic mistake you might have made.

- Realizing that absolutely everything you know how to do halfway competently is a combination of Google and winging it because your brain just does not process information the way it’s normally presented and “common sense” is not a thing with you. 

- Having to set an unsettling amount of alarms on your phone if you actually want to remember the things you need to do. 

- Pretty much never making any recipe that involves more than 4 ingredients because anything past that gets overwhelming. 

- Making to-do lists and forgetting you made them. 

Banishment Spell

this spell is best performed during a new or waning moon

You will need:

  • paper
  • pen/pencil
  • candle (black or white) & a lighter
  • garlic (garlic powder is fine!)

Begin:

  1. First, ground and center- banishing can take a lot out of a person! 
  2. Light your candle.
  3. On the paper, write the person’s full name and roll it up in a tight cylinder.
  4. Creature of paper. By paper made, by paper changed. You are not truly of paper, but of darkness. I herein banish you from my world.”
  5. Burn the rolled up paper in the flame of your candle. As the paper burns, sprinkle garlic over the flames (you don’t have to use much).
  6. Blazing force, help me in this rite. Your negativity will no longer come my way. From now on, your power over me and presence around me is BANISHED. So mote it be.” (Last sentence optional)
  7. Let the paper burn and visualize the person leaving.
  8. When the paper is burned up, you can either bury/dispose of the ashes, or collect them and utilize them for further spellwork.
Hair dye

“Jesus Christ, Alex, what the heck happened?”

Alex groaned, running her hand through her now electric blue hair, peeking up at Magnus through a couple of stray strands. “I don’t know. Some complete idiot put dye in my shampoo or whatever. So now I have electric blue hair and not green. Something is terribly wrong, and I hate it. I don’t feel like myself.”

She paused for a moment. “Where did they even get hair dye from? I didn’t think hair dye was available in Valhalla.”

Magnus looked thoughtful. “Beats me. I have no idea.”

Alex groaned and hid under the bedsheets. “I can’t let anyone see me like this. You’re an exception, since you very rudely barged into my room when I didn’t answer.”

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THE  CROW  SENTENCE  STATERS.

  • Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
  • Can’t rain all the time…
  • Police! Don’t move! I said, "Don’t move!”
  • I thought the police always said, “Freeze!”
  • I used to think they were kind of trivial. 
  • Believe me, nothing is trivial.
  • Little things used to mean so much.
  • Your daughter/son is out there on the streets waiting for you.
  • What are you talking about?
  • You heard me rapping, right?
  • Victims; aren’t we all?
  • Is that gasoline I smell?
  • They’re all dead. They just don’t know it yet.
  • A building gets torched, all that is left is ashes.
  • Don’t you ever fuckin’ die?
  • Can you put me up for the night?
  • Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
  • It’s more like surfing than skating.
  • I wish the rain would stop just once.
  • What? What are you talking about?
  • Who gives a shit? It’s ancient history.
  • You mean that place downtown? Yeah, I remember.
  • Why? What do you want? What is it? What?
  • Did you send us these complaints?
  • I knew I knew you. But you ain’t you. 
  • You can’t be you. We put you through the window.
  • This is the really real world, there ain’t no coming back.
  • There ain’t no coming back.
  • We killed you dead, there ain’t no coming back!
  • I have something to give you.
  • I thought, you know, you were invincible!
  • Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you.
  • I thought I’d use your front door.
  • What are you supposed to be, a clown or something?
  • Look, I’m beggin’ you, alright? Don’t kill me.
  • So many cops, you’d think they givin’ away donuts.
  • Aw, this is already boring the shit out of me. Kill ‘em!
  • How the hell did that thing get in here?
  • ” A whole jolly club with jolly pirate nicknames!
  • I’m sorry if I spoiled your wedding plans there, friend.
  • Hey, that shit ain’t even loaded, man.
  • You shouldn’t smoke these. They’ll kill you.
  • Look what you’ve done… to my sheets.
  • For a ghost you bleed just fine.
  • Goddamn creatures of the night. They never learn.
  • You have one chance to live.
  • Look, man take anything you want. “
  • Don’t you know this game?
  • You are seriously fucked up. 
  • I mean, you need professional help!
  • Would you look in the mirror?
  • Holy shit! God-damned foreign cars!
  • I can see why they took away your gold shield!
  • Yeah? And maybe you’re not such a big shot, either!
  • Say hello to the last fella who wouldn’t cooperate with me.
  • All the power in the world rests in the eyes, fella.
  • It’s fun, it’s easy, and you gonna learn all about it.
  • Murderer? Let me tell you about murder.
  • I’m not sure about the face, though.
  • Fire it up! Fire it up! Fire it up! Fire it up!
  • Who the fuck are you supposed to be, man?
  • I don’t even fucking know you, man. 
  • I’m sure you’ll remember. You killed them, on Halloween.
  • My livelihood got flushed and went swirling. “
  • I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the gods’ll notice us.
  • I feel like a little worm on a big fuckin’ hook.
  • Oh for fuck’s sake, die, will ya?
  • They make you fart, big time.
  • What’s all this happy horseshit?
  • You burn yourself playing with matches?
  • This is a first. Do I bow or do I curtsy?
  • It’s all been done before, you see what I’m sayin’?
  • Grave? What grave? What about my fucking grave?
  • I call it blood, detective. I suppose you’ll write it up as “graffiti”.
  • Don’t any of your street-demons have real grown-up names?
  • I think you can rule out accidental death.
  • I see you have made your decision, now let’s see you enforce it.
  • People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead.
My brother’s best friend || D.H.

A/N: This was a lovely request  that I can 100000% relate to. If my brother and his friends ever find my blog than I never wrote this 😏

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR

Originally posted by theanomex

It was freezing outside and I was shivering although I was wearing a beanie and a thick woollen scarf. Today of all days the school bus had broken down and I was left in the cold when all I wanted was to just get home. I unlocked my phone and dealt my brothers number, thankfully he picked up right away.

“What’s up little sister?” Phil greeted me, he clearly sounded stressed.  

“Hey, could you pick me up? I think there is a problem with the bus’s engine and I’d freeze to death if I walk all the way home.”

“I’m on my way to this meeting. I told you it’s today, didn’t I? Sorry, sis, I can’t pick you up right now.” Phil indeed sounded immensely sorry.  

“Oh yah, I forgot. Then I will just have to walk.” I said with little motivation. It was surely going to take me about two hours.

“I’ll call Dan. I’m sure he can get you, he’s coming over today anyway.”

Dan. Just the mention of his name made my heart beat faster. I had a huge crush on my elder brother’s best friend. Super cliché, I know. But how could I not crush on such a guy?

I will never tell Phil how I feel about his best friend. He would make it obvious and probably embarrass me in front of him. The chances of Dan liking me back were -11%. Do guys ever go for their friend’s little sister? I don’t think so. At least Dan doesn’t.

“Hop in” Dan told me, as I opened the door to his car.

“Thanks for picking me up.” I shyly smiled at him as I got in.

“I wouldn’t want you to freeze to death. Phil would have killed me if I left you here.” Dan laughed before he started driving again.

Why do guys look 100 times more attractive when driving? I could literally feel my level of nervousness rise by the second. Never had I been all alone with Dan before.

“So, how was school?” he asked me, keeping his eyes on the road.

I was glad that he decided to break the silence since I was horrible at starting a conversation.

“You are seriously asking me that?” I grinned as he laughed a little.

“Right, it was as boring as always.” Dan answered for me instead.

I chuckled and nodded my head in agreement. Dan took a quick glance at me and shot me a smile.

“Phil said you are staying over today?” I wanted to make sure that I heard him correctly.

“Yup, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Why would I?” I blushed a bit as I said that and hoped he wouldn’t see it.

It was getting pretty warm in the car so I took of my beanie and totally messed up my hair while doing so. It must have looked totally dishevelled because Dan was goofily grinning.

“Well, that’s a look.” He joked as I tried to quickly fix my hair.

“Shut up.” I groaned in embarrassment.

We continued to make small talk and joked around until we arrived at home.

“Thanks again, Dan.” I emphasised after we had both gotten out of the car and I unlocked the front door.

I didn’t know when Phil was going to get back from his meeting, I just knew that I was alone with Dan until then. Normally he would have come over later, but because of the circumstances he was here already. It was just me and him. Just us two. Alone in this house.

I threw my school bag into the corner the second I walked in.

“Looks like you are spending the afternoon with me. I’m the cooler Lester anyway.” I grinned as we both got rid of our coats and boots.

I always get super excited whenever my brother invites Dan over, being alone with him made my heart race and I had to stop my hands from trembling by taking a few deep breaths.

“So, that’s your room. I feel like the last time I was in here there were Barbie dolls all over the floor.” Dan told me, having followed me into my room. He was examining the pictures and posters that decorated my walls.

“You are definitely exaggerating.” I laughed “Do you wanna order pizza and play video games?” I asked Dan and as soon as those words had left my mouth his eyes lit up.

Ten minutes later we were sat in front of the TV, both holding a controller.

“Why are so good at this?” Dan asked me. He was clearly impressed and surprised.

“Who do you think plays these games with Phil when you are not here.” I answered, trying not to give away the fact that I was very much enjoying Dan’s admiration.

This afternoon was all I had ever hoped for. I have always been a bit jealous of Phil and everybody else who could see Dan whenever they wanted to. Now I was finally spending some time with him and it was going incredible well.

“You are going down, Howell.” I exclaimed halfway through the game. I was certain that I was going to win.

“You actually think you can stand a chance against me? That’s cute.” He said as if he was talking to a toddler and ruffled my hair.

“Dan! You messed my hair up again.” I complained as I tried to fix it for the second time today.

“Honestly, nothing can beat the way your hair looked in my car today.” He admitted, smirking.

I like to wear beanies okay? I prefer being warm over beautiful.

“Don’t be mean!” I whined and playfully hit his left shoulder.

“I said it’s a look. That’s a compliment!” Dan threw his hands up in defence and grinned at me like a fool.

“Okay, then stop flirting with me.” I told him jokingly, probably taking it a little bit too far in an attempt to be funny. He must’ve thought I’m a total loser. To my utter surprise, he blushed. I made Daniel Howell blush!

“I wasn’t trying to flirt with you.” He stuttered wide eyed. His cheeks were still red and he wasn’t concentrating on the game anymore.

“I know.” I assured him. The rush of excitement slowly vanished as I could feel my heart sink. Of course, he wouldn’t flirt with me. I knew that. Why would I expect anything else?

“Yeah, you’re Phil’s sister. I would never.” Dan babbled, trying to make it sound like he was totally revolted about the idea of me and him together.

“I know.” I repeated awkwardly, trying my best to not sound hurt.

“Can we continue-“ I started but Dan cut me off.

“Like, I would never. Phil would hate me - or even kill me. It’s not like I’m interested in you. And you are definitely not into me, right?” He rambled. It seemed like he was trying to convince himself instead of talking to me.

He didn’t even give me the time to answer before he was thinking out loud again.

“You are off limits. One just doesn’t kiss one’s best friend’s sister. Even if I wanted to which I certainly don’t and-“ He stopped himself in the middle of his sentence. His eyes were burning into my skin. We just stared at each other for a second before his lips crashed down on mine.

He was eagerly kissing me, stabilizing my head with his hand. I kissed back, like I had kissed him a million times before. This had to be a dream, right? Suddenly I wasn’t thinking anymore, it was like my brain had shut down and my heart and emotions had taken over. My inside was tingling, and I was nearly bursting with joy.

It was a quick but intense kiss and after we broke apart I was overwhelmed with what had just happened. Did Dan just actually kiss me?

“Didn’t you say you weren’t flirting with me and that you certainly don’t want to kiss me?” I asked Dan and although I wanted to tease him, I had an extremely huge smile on my face.  

“Yeah, that wasn’t exactly true. I was just trying to convince myself, but honestly kissing you is worth getting killed by your brother.” Dan was smiling too and shyly scratching the back of his head.

I just stared at him like a fool and he stared right back. We were both wearing big smiles and I was already fantasizing about kissing him again.

“Don’t tell Phil, but I -“ Dan started, but he was interrupted.

“Don’t tell Phil what?” Phil himself asked with raised eyebrows as he entered the room, looking at Dan and then at me.

Alright

Draco x reader

It’s just some fluff, I wrote most of it a long time ago but finished it today. 

Hope you enjoy it!

masterlist | request


It was no secret that Draco Malfoy was not a nice person. Even with his girlfriend by his side who often elbowed him in the ribs, tugged at his robe or shirt or even sometimes smaked him lightly on the back of his head when he was going too far with the rude remarks that he was so used to. 

Draco usually seemed like a very confident person, who knew his value and was ready to prove to people that he was better than them due to his blood status. But he knew his limits, he knew how to treat his girlfriend, who kept up with his behaviour and mood swings, who was always by his side. Draco was very grateful for her, though he may not always know how to show it.

Draco and Y/N weren’t a typical couple that was all lovey dovey. Their way of showing affection limited to holding hands, small hugs and occasional kisses on the cheek or forehead, prefering to keep things rather private. Everyone knew they were together, though. The boy did not hide the fact that Y/N was his girlfriend, he sometimes even bragged about it.

But this one time, he took things too far. He’s been very stressed lately, his father expecting more from him, Draco feeling the pressure coming from being one of the Malfoys. 

He hasn’t spoken to Y/N since the early morning of the day before, her being busy with her exams. So Draco decided to wait for her after her last class, missing spending time with her even though he always had his group of “friends” with him. He would’ve been happy with even a few minutes with her but he never saw her leave the class. After about 15 minutes of waiting, when the corridors were now empty, he went inside the classroom to check if anyone was inside, only to find it completely empty. He furrowed his eyebrows, his mood getting only worse. He went to the Great Hall and found Y/N’s friends. He could feel people’s eyes on him as he walked up to Y/H’s table, to the group of students younger from him by a year.

“Uhm, have you guys seen Y/N?” he asked quickly, not really in the mood to talk with anyone but Y/N. 

“Yeah, she’s with Neville in the library, studying,” one of your male friends said while wiggling his eyebrows, making your other friends laugh before feeling Draco glaring at him, “Uh, um, yeah. He’s helping her wi-with herbiology or s-something?” he stuttered, fear visible on his face. Not many people can handle Draco’s glare, so it was rather understandable. 

The blonde boy only rolled his eyes, turned on his heel and speeded out of the room. 

“Stupid Longbottom,” he scoffed under his breath as he made his ways to the library. He had his fists clenched by his sides, his robe flying behind him. 

Just before he entered the library he could hear your muffled laugh, the faint sound or your giggles making his heart skip a beat, though his face showed nothing but anger. He walked through the shelves full of books and he stopped at the sight of you sitting next to Neville, your hands covering your mouth as not to laugh too loudly, your other hand jokingly pushing Neville.

“What the hell is going on in here?” He growled as soon as he walked closer to them, both of them turning around. He could see that Neville looked rather scared, but Y/N looked at him with a small smile on her face, before speaking, “We’re just studying Draco. I had some trouble but I really need to get a good mark on the next exam-”

“I could’ve helped you,” he scoffed, eyeing Neville quickly before fixing his eyes back to the girl.

“You know as much as I do,” she stuck her tongue out. Neville quickly grabbed his books, his hands slightly shaking.

“I’ll see you la-, uh, bye,” he stopped mis-sentence due to Draco’s gaze burning into Neville’s soul, before he turned around and rushed out of the library.

“Great, Draco. He was just helping me, not a reason to treat him like shit,” Y/N rolled her eyes and started to collect the books laying on the desk.

“I wasn’t-”

“Yes, you were,” the girl sighed and looked Draco’s in the eyes, sensing he wasn’t in the best mood, “is everything alright?” His eyes moved away from her face, looking at anything else, “Draco?” 

He didn’t even realise when she managed to put down the books before he felt her cold hands cup his face, studying his face carefully. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked him softly, her thumb soothing the skin of his cheek. He simply shook his head and he heard her sigh quietly before she stepped on her toes to place a gentle kiss on his lip. When she pulled back she intertwined her fingers with his and smiled at him, “Let’s go back to your common room, alright?” 

While on their way to the Slytherin’s common room, Y/N started chatting Draco up about the smallest thing in the world, making the topic of the conversation very light and comfortable, and not really that relevent. She tried to crack a few jokes here and there, failing to do most of them, which was what made Draco smile, shaking his head in amusement. 

When they reached the common room, all of the present Slytherins shot a quick glance at the couple, Y/N chatting happily with Draco beside her with a visible frown on his face, though his eyes sparkled and his lips turned into a small smile whenever he looked at her. 

They moved onto one of the couches in the corner, Y/N grabbed a blanket and plopped down onto the couch, patting the place next to her. Draco sat beside her and tugged at the blanket so that both of their legs were covered. Y/N grabbed his arm and lifted it so that she could cuddle into his side, letting his arm wrap around her. His fingers instantly went to play with the her hair, twirling it around his pale and slender fingers.

Y/N grabbed his other hand and started playing with his fingers since she liked to do so. She could feel him relaxing with every deep breath he took, though she was wondering what set him off that day.

After a long moment she moved her head slightly to place a sweet kiss below his jaw before she whispered, “’s gonna be alright, Draco.”

“It’s gonna sound so cheesy but as long as you stay with me, I know it’s gonna be okay,” he kissed her forehead and cuddled her closer to his body.

“Who knew the scary and mean Draco Malfoy would be this cheesy,” she giggled loudly, making him groan, though she was pleased with herself for making him feel this way. 

“Why am I even with you,” he sighed dramatically, making Y/N giggle even louder as he kissed her cheek. Though not was well in his life, she was the one to make everything feel alright.

What am I to you? ~ Park Jimin [Fuff/Smut]

Group: BTS
Member: Park Jimin
Type: Fluff/Smut
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When everything around you becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and that person…is that considered love? Giving yourself up to not hurt them? To ignore your feelings so they can be happy? But what if it’s taking over your life and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it?
That’s the cruel thing about love.
You can’t decide when to stop your heart from fluttering for someone.  It might hurt at first, make you feel like your heart is exploding but eventually it’ll pass. The pain of loving someone who doesn’t even know you exist.

You’re walking through the cramped hallway, your locks framing your head perfectly as you keep your gaze fixed on the tiles underneath her feet, looking at the mess that’s your reflection. Your head hangs low to avoid any possible eye contact with him. Every time he passes, the moment seems to freeze. Your heart seems to skip a beat whenever you catch him smiling, talking so passionately about the things he’s enjoys.  The way his hazelnut brown eyes light up with so much adoration like a million shining stars at night.
Your heart seems to break whenever you see him touching another girl like they’ve known each other for years.
A smile tugs on the edge of your lips by the thought of it. You quickly catch your lower lip between your teeth to avoid anyone from noticing.
You quickly run into class, your heart stopping when you see him sitting in front of the class. He’s sitting on his desk, talking to the other boys of the football team and with the cheerleading captain by his site. You pull your syllabus closer to your face to hide your red cheeks burning with fire. Your breath hitches in your throat when you see him catch his lower lip between his teeth and biting down on it ever so gently. You quicken your path to avoid your thoughts from going any further and sit down at your desk at the back of the class, listening to his fainted giggles mixing in with the loud obnoxious ones from the girl next to him and seeming to admire him more by the second.
You drop your head on the desk and watch him from afar. You let out a deep breath out of frustration and shut your eyes. Why is it so hard to forget about him when he doesn’t even seem to notice your existence?
But who are you to blame? His short brown hair and gentle dark eyes are able to make any girl fall for him in a matter of seconds. To him, you probably are no one. The thought of you feeling attracted towards him, might even be absolutely stupid to him. When the bell finally rips you out of your thoughts your heart drops by the sight in front of you. Her hand on his arm, laughing hysterically at  one of his jokes.  

You want to scream, run away or slap the smile out of her face but then again, you’re in no position to feel jealous or protective over him. In the end, he doesn’t even know you exist.
You quickly collect all your things, not wanting to bear the sight in front of you any longer. He waves good bye to the girl when you walk past.
You start to feel uneasy, tears prickling your eyes. Your heart breaking more every time he walks pasts you without even noticing you.
Suddenly you feel a hand brushing against your shoulder gently. You stop in your step and stare ahead, trying to control your emotions. You slowly turn around to them, so many thoughts wandering through your mind.
“Y/N.”
Your eyes widen when you hear your names fall from the lips you’ve dreamt of so many times. He gently turns you around, his eyes glistening when he locks eyes with you. Your mouth falls open by the sudden realization that your only wish finally came true. He giggles gently at your expression, his lips turning into a smirk. “Can we talk?”

You’re trying to keep up with his fast pace as you follow him outside. You open the door to the rooftop and stop for a moment. He continues walking without looking back at you once. Snow is falling miraculously from the sky and onto your oversized bobble head. You wrap your coat around your body tighter and slowly walk over to him. He’s standing at the edge of the roof, staring down at the in white covered city.  

“Park Jimin…” you mumble, your voice not recognizable to you. You hear your heart thumping inside your chest, feeling like it’s going to burst out any moment.

Your breath hitches in your throat when he turns around to you, his gaze meeting yours. “Why do you like me, Y/N?” he asks. You feel your anxiety raise inside of you and want to avoid any further conversations with him.
“Well…just because.” you’re having trouble forming proper sentences as his intense stare burns into your eyes. There are no emotions on his face, his skin glistening underneath the snowflakes melting on his face.
He giggles at your answer and turns away from you, leaning his body against the brick wall. “That’s not an answer, Y/N.” he answers, his tone appearing more impatient. 

You gulp, your mind giving you endless possibilities of how you could mess this conversation up any more. “I just do…”

Jimin turns back to you quickly, taking a step further towards you. His mouth is only a hairs-breadth away from yours and you feel his minty breath on your shivering lips. His eyes wander from yours down to your mouth and he bites down on his lower lip gently. “That’s not the answer. Tell me why I’m the only guy you seem to focus on. Why all the other guys don’t seem interesting to you, Y/N. There’s got to be a reason.” he growls and pushes you into the glass door behind you. 

You feel tears starting to fill your eyes and want to scream but something about him makes you feel easy, something tells you to stay. 

“You aren’t like the other guys, Park Jimin. You might be the most wanted guy in town but I know you’re different.”

Suddenly he slams his hand down into the glass next to you, making you jump at the sudden movement. He shakes his head at your words and looks up at you again. “I fucked every girl in this building, got expelled twice and didn’t show any interest in you at all and yet you still seem to have nothing else on that sweet little mind of yours, but me. Why?”

You gulp, feeling your body burn with desire by his threatening words. Something about him makes you lure for his touch. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten, Jimin. Things don’t change that quickly. No matter how much you try to ignore me, I know you’ll always be yourself, Park Jimin.” you answer.

Jimin places his thumb over your lips and parts them slightly, a smirk lying on his lips. “No, it’s because I’m dangerous and I know you like to play dangerous games, kitten.”

He presses his lips against yours in a hot, forceful kiss, his hand wandering up and into your hair.

“Then how about we play one, kitten?”


Part 2 coming soon! ~ Love, Youngmi.

One of the things I find most interesting in Kay’s book is that we know when Erik attempts to kill himself in the gypsy camp he can’t do it because deep down he still believes in God and that suicide would just land him in hell. Which makes it all the more sinister when he later designs the torture chamber which forces the victims to either slowly burn to death or more likely choose to take their lives, which in his mind would sentence them to eternal burning.

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Hi hi can i request a jongup (of bap) as a boyfriend. Im not sure if you do these type of requests but i didnt see it on the “not gonna do it” list thank you if you do <3

A/N:

uppie is so cute,

also, we’re really sorry that requests are being written so slow. Finals are pretty stressful y’know and just the end of the school year in general

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Soulmates? - Winchester sister

Imagine a world where the first words your soulmate say to you appear on your skin and you talk to Castiel and your brothers aren’t over the moon about it.

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Originally posted by magneticcas

Originally posted by outofthewood

Originally posted by pegawholocketalianjen

You were sat in the dirt ridden motel room waiting for your two older brothers to return from a hunt. You weren’t aloud to go with them since you had been ditching school to do research. Even though your brothers dragged you across the country to kill and destroy creatures out of nightmares, forcing you to change schools every 5 days, god forbid that you miss a lesson on fractions. 

Had you done any of your homework? No, of course not. Had you been nervously waiting for your brothers to return from a werewolf hunt? Of course.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Sam and Dean walked in, drenched in blood head to toe. Dean had a rather pleased smile on his face while Sam had his bitch face on. 

‘You were meant to kill the wolf Dean, not wear it.’ Sam said, attempting to rub a patch of blood off his coat, only making it worse. 

‘What has to be done has to be done.’ Dean responded, doing a little twirl as he walked towards you.

After every single hunt, your brothers would give you a hug. It was a sense of safety for you. As Dean wrapped his noodle arms around you, you saw a figure standing behind Sam in the doorway.

Without thinking twice, you pushed Dean back and pulled the gun from underneath your bed. ‘Who are you?’ You spat at the figure, slowly walking towards it.

‘Y/N, put the gun down. He’s a friend.’ Sam told you, placing his hand over yours as he pushed them down.

The figure stepped forward out of the shadows, looking at you with question in his eyes. ‘You were not what I expected.’ He said in a gravelled voice.

After he finished his sentence, a burning sensation travelled across your right arm. Dropping the gun to the floor and falling down on your knees in pain, you pulled up your sleeve. There sat the words that the figure had just said to you, set in stone on your skin. 

With shock and annoyance you looked up at your brothers who were caked in panic. 

‘Well I guess I better learn my soulmates name.’ You told them, realisation setting in.

Sam’s face went from panic to annoyance. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ 

Dean, however was still processing what was happening. His eyes flicking back from your soulmate to you. 

‘His name is Castiel. We call him Cas. He’s an angel of the lord.’ Sam explained to you, folding his arms in frustration.

You stood up looking at Cas. His eyes were set in a questioning position looking you up and down. ‘Interesting.’ He mumbled underneath his breath.

‘Nice to meet you too, lover.’ You sarcastically said, setting into your own version of sam’s bitch face. 

‘Nope. No. Not happening.’ Dean must have realised what was going on. 

Dean walked in front of you, a sense of protectiveness crawling over him.

‘That’s my little sister, it’s not going to happen.’ Dean said to Cas who was partly taken back.

‘Dean, you don’t decide this.’ Sam tried to tell Dean.

Dean looked over his shoulder, glaring at sam. ‘Like hell I don’t.’  

Awolnation  {Sentence Starters}

  • “So, burn it down.”
  • “Be careful who you tell.”
  • “Am I a disappointment?”
  • “And I am grateful for this.”
  • “This is how an angel dies.”
  • “My mirror disappoints me.“
  • “There’s a leak in this boat…”
  • “This is how I show my love.”
  • “I may be worthless without you.”
  • “I’ve never felt so alone in my life.”
  • “I got a lot to love. I got a lot to lose.”
  • “I’m the first to leave and last to know.”
  • “I’m amazed I still have air to breathe.”
  • “Would you have the courage not to lie?”
  • “I guess I wanted… I just want you to know.”
  • “Maybe all of these things made me who I am.”
  • “Some people call it crazy… well, I call it healing.”
  • “At this point in my life, I’d rather die than lie to you.”
  • “I’m fascinated when something gets the best of me.”
  • “Oh… oh my God, I think I might’ve made a mistake.”
  • “There’s nothing wrong with you. I still believe in you.”
  • “I am a human being capable of doing terrible things…”
  • “If you’re sick, baby girl, I would love to be your doctor.”
  • “I’m getting restless, but I’ll wait for you to make a move.”
  • “There must be something in the air, because I’m sick, again.”