still not doing the essay

warm and soft like a fireplace….a heith….


with every step and jump, with every twist and dip, and with every sway and swirl, you’ve expressed yourself without uttering even a single word and to be honest, i don’t think words are enough for you to let everyone know how much you want it, how no one wants it more than you do and that’s what makes your dance the most beautiful of them all. you’ve waltzed into everyone’s hearts with your powerful moves and graceful twirls but you’ve snugged yourself in when you showed how genuine you are. your laughs that are distinctively louder than everyone else, your smiles that are brighter than the sun, even your tears that tug at every heartstrings and then you turn and spin everyone on their axis by curving your lips into a sinful smirk, moving your body in an almost illegal way, and looking like you know something that nobody else does. but that’s what makes you so endearing and special. you’re always so grateful to every one but the only one you should be the most grateful to is yourself. 

never stop standing on stage like you were meant to be there and continue the dream you have been longing for since the start. it’s only right for you to claim everything you deserve because you’ve earned it and there’s only more for you in this world and nothing less. I love you so much, my two left feet could almost dance. happy birthday to the one and only dancing machine, our precious Kim Jongin. #HappyJonginDay #종인아생일축하해

He Chooses You Pt. 2

requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch thanks!


“Here’s my shirt,” Draco said nervously, “I really do hope this luck thing is real, we’re going to need it today.” He bounced up and down on the heels of his feet. Draco had brought me with him to meet his teammates before match started.

“Draco, you’ll do fine. Those Gryffindors are nothing compared to Slytherins,” I grinned. “Harry Potter is a good seeker, but you’re better,” I reminded him.

Some of Draco’s teammates looked over at a blushing Draco and wolf-whistled, some just laughed. “I still can’t believe you didn’t do your potions essay because of this,” Draco smiled. He didn’t want to admit that he was actually really happy to have you there.

“Of course I would,” I laughed nervously, “Quidditch is my favorite sport!” I lied.

Draco smirked. “Really? What do the players do?” He challenged.

“Uh,” I said, “Well, you have to kick the ball thingies to the circle thingies and uh, catch the gold butterfly…” I tried to explain to the best of my ability.

Draco laughed, “Holy shit!” he smirked, “You really know nothing!”

It was my turn to blush. I made mental note to study the idea of quidditch. “Okay, whatever, whatever,” I cried.

I realized I haven’t put on his shirt on yet and immediately pulled the green material over myself. It was quite big on me but I liked the smell. Fresh grass and cologne.

“You look gorgeous, love,” Draco complimented. We stayed smiling at each other for while until a player came barging in.

“C'mon, Malfoy, the game is starting!”

The crowd roared as the Gryffindor team came out first.

My eyes widened. “Draco, go! Go, go win!” I rushed. Because of all the commotion and screams, I pulled Draco in a quick kiss out of instinct.

Draco stayed momentarily stunned but before he could react I rushed out the bleachers out of embarrassment.

What have I done?! It’s way to early for a kiss!

I found a good sport near the ends of a section where the Slytherins were defending the circle thingies.

Draco came out with his broom and my heart stopped once I realized Draco could get seriously injured out there.

He immediately spotted me in the crowd and winked, making me blush, it set my nerves at ease.

It didn’t last long though because I felt a hard, warm, slap given to me. It stung like a bitch.

I gasped and reached out for my check. Draco was already out looking for the gold butterfly thingy as I turned to look at the culprit: Pansy.

“You think, you can take Drakey away from me?!” She shrieked. She had a trail of tears streaming down her face. I almost felt bad, almost.

Without hesitation I gave her a hard slap back. Pansy yelped and sobbed. “You ruin everything you bitch! No one likes you!”

“Oh really?” I yelled, “Because let me remind you who is wearing Draco’s shirt.” I glare at her. “Don’t dare hit me again Pansy, I’m not scared of you!”

We’ve spent some time bickering and fighting because all of the sudden I hear a voice say, “Pansy!”

We both turn to see a sweaty climbing out of his broom and storming over to me, glaring at Pansy. The game just ended.

With one swift motion Draco picks me up and gives me a desirable kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck even after the kiss ended.

“Is this enough evidence for you to know I like y/n and not you?!” he huffed his hands on the small of my back.

Pansy glared at me. “This isn’t over!” She turned around and marched back to her dorm.

“What was that?” I asked Draco.

“What the kiss?” he said, “Just returning the favor, I mean, you did kiss me…” He smirked. “Couldn’t have caught the golden butterfly thingy without your luck,” he said  he pulled you in for another kiss.

Houses and traits nobody talks about
  • Hufflepuff: Its 2am. I have not slept in over 24 hours. I can't quit. I have to put my absolute most effort into this. It's not working too hard it's being hard working go suck a dick Steve. I have to do a good job because it's a group project. My friends are relying on me.
  • Ravenclaw: I have Fs in half my classes because they're boring. I like learning. I spent 7 hours yesterday researching the wizarding community in North Korea but I still have five essays to do because they're boring and I don't want to learn about the history of magic. I want to learn about something cool.
  • Slytherin: I'm the grand master at humans. I can make someone like me in a five minute conversation, can ask my date out without looking like a dork, and can piss someone off with four words and a sideways glance. I know how humans work. I've studied so much of human behavior. I took muggle studies so I could understand them too. I'm a people person because of it too. I'm just fascinated by people and how they work.
  • Gryffindor: I can't lie. I just can't. I'm wracked with guilt afterwards. I know that if I'd lied my best friend would still be my best friend but I couldn't lie. Now I'm in shit because I told her exactly what I actually thought. I didn't sugar coat my opinion at all and now she hates my guts. I have no friends now. I need a drink.

anonymous asked:

Sooo do people still think she's dating Tom? What with her crying during better man and all? Cause I really don't think she would have gotten that emotional if she was happy in love with the guy shes been dating since right after the subject of that particular song..... I was hoping they (hs) were still together tbh. I want her happy and in love and settled 😕

look whether she cried or not here is the thing. When you listen to, or even more so, sing a song that is filled with emotions - you can feel those emotions. Yeah? we’ve all done it. I have a hard time jamming along to Better Man sometimes because it is so emotion filled and relatable. 

 And now imagine you were the actual writer of that song, and the words you are singing are lyrics that literally describe something that happened to you and you wrote about. Your journal put to song… and you are now sharing those intimate emotions with 10,000 people. You might be in the happiest place in your life, but if you are singing about a time that was heartwrenching, difficult, scary and sad then you might/could be/probably would be transported back for a minute and feel those emotions. 

And when you’re taylor swift who has literally said time and time again that she feels those emotions and lyrics and is reminded of the memories when she sings her songs, then it makes sense. Obviously the end of tayvin was a difficult time for her and clearly she had to summon upon herself a great deal of courage to be brave enough to recognize that the situation had turned sour and she had to get herself out of it - even if that was gonna be hard and scary. 

She didn’t caption her post “The bravest thing i ever did was…run” for nothing. 

I’m sorry if you can, but if you can relate to having to find the courage to leave, if you can relate to “you never thought i’d run”, if you can relate to hanging on to careless words, if you can relate to being put down, if you can relate to someone who changes their mind at the blink of an eye, if you’ve dealt with male jealousy, if you know what it’s like to feel like you have nothing left but your pride, well, maybe you understand. 

So did she cry? I don’t know, but if she did, it would be a testament to her ability to perform a song and really feel those lyrics. Was it sweat and just a dramatic pause? or somewhere in between? Maybe. Does it mattttttttttttttter? At the end of the day? Not really. At the end of the day, Taylor Swift is one heck of a brave chick and that is the bottom line.

Does either scenario (cry/not cry) give us any hints as to whether she’s with Tom? no. 

me, six years ago: you can’t begin a sentence with ‘and’ or ‘but’ or ‘so.’ every sentence has to have a subject and an object. use active voice, not passive voice. avoid run-on sentences like the plague.
me, now: fuck grammar, i do what i want

  • Me: Okay, time to start this twelve page essay due tomorrow
  • Brain: Yeah, alright, alright...but first you should read some fanfiction, write some prompts, draw some fanart, search tumblr, oh and here are some ideas which i'm going to make you forget in the next five seconds so you better write them down or you'll be trying to remember them for hours
  • Me: ...but...homework
  • Brain: but the Haikyuuties
  • Me: No, i need to finish this essay
  • *a few hours later*
  • Me: *still have yet to do the essay*
  • Me: ......
  • Me: .............
  • Me: ....................
  • Me: ...Why do I always end up here?

LIKE for a starter from my new crime verse! i’ll put the post up later but casper is an adult, and a giant fucking poser

I have moments where I’m extremely frustrated with myself and have doubts about my blog and my portrayal and then I see pictures and gifs of my muse and I’m just like *sighs dreamily and rests on my hand* I really love Mal

i also appreciate that my mother would HATE that i’m goin braless and wearin tight clothing

5 Tips for Writing an Essay

1. Start early. Now, I know this may seem like it goes without saying, but most people still don’t do this. Give yourself at least one week to write your essay, but more is even better. Why? Writing is a process that takes time, which leads me to my second point…

2. Write, rewrite, rewrite, rewrite, and rewrite some more. Your ideas are constantly developing. As you write your first draft, you’re still formulating ideas. The more you write, the more in-depth your analysis will become. This is why it’s so important to give yourself time to work on your essay. If you write it the night before, you’re going to be turning in surface level work. Sure, that might work for some classes, but it won’t work for all.

3. Give and discredit  the opposing viewpoint. In an essay, you have a thesis- one statement that clearly defines your argument. A great way to defend your thesis is by conceding that there is another side to the issue you’re writing about. It may seem counterproductive, but this does two things: 1. Solidifies that what you’re writing about is actually an argument, and 2. Gives you a chance to discredit possible disagreements people might have while reading your essay.

4. Write with your own voice. Don’t just write boring sentence after sentence until the essay is complete. Use your own voice. You can intersperse colloquialisms with technical jargon. You can utilize large words and simpler ones. As long as there is a balance between the two, don’t be afraid to let your personality shine. Your teacher will thank you. (Just be careful you’re not becoming too casual.)

5. Don’t over-complicate things. The more complicated you make things seem, the less you appear to know about a subject. Have you ever had to listen to old science teachers talking in circles about a complicated theory? You probably assumed they didn’t know what they were talking about, since another teacher could easily explain it in a way everyone could understand. That’s exactly what you seem like when you throw unnecessary verbiage into your essay. Just stick with the basics. If you know what you’re talking about, the teacher will be able to tell, I promise.  

today was horrible even without it being valentines day