still not over that 6th one

Okay I’m about to spill some tea

SO “oh look, taylor swift is dragging up past drama to sell her new album, look at her playing the victim again, you’re still over”

is what all the haters happen to be screaming (among over ridiculous things) tonight, following the release of Look What You Made Me Do, the lead single to Swift’s 6th album: Reputation. But let’s take a little trip down memory lane to see if Taylor really is playing the victim. Hold on ladies, it’s gonna be a long one. 


Taylor broke out in 2006, and when Love Story stormed the charts in late 2008 she became a global superstar and thus named “America’s Sweetheart” a bittersweet and dangerous title for any young female star, because it’s so easy to fall from the top. She was immediately held to an impossibly high standard of perfection, in every aspect of her life, and she handled this with grace. 

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Hyungwon being cutely annoying 


Teen Wolf pt.3 🐺🌙

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Prophet - Draco Malfoy One Shot (Requested by Anon)

Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

Request - Could you write a Draco imagine where you’re a feminist and his friends make fun of you for it but he falls in love with you. But you are really quiet until someone says something sexist 

a/n - possible oppression trigger

And that’s what it means to have equal rights.’ I recited with the women talking on the latest issue of the prophet that just came in this morning during breakfast.

“(Y/N), look, I am up for the whole women are equal to men thing, but seriously, this essay is due next class period and I really need help. Do you mind?” asked Ron, lifting up his head from his textbook with an expression of complete exhaustion on his face. He was up until half past 3 in the morning playing with firecrackers with Harry and Seamus again, almost being caught by Umbridge when it was nearing four.

“Was I the one that told you to stay up late doing only what a moron would do?” I cocked an eyebrow up, reading through the article about the female speaker for the 3rd time that period.

“No, but still.” huffed Ron.

“I for one think that this equal rights thing is the best thing that’s ever happened in the wizarding world. It’s certainly a movement that cannot go unnoticed.” Hermione chimed in, a warm smile on her face.

‘See, ‘mione gets it! How about you Harry?” I ask, putting the paper down while Hermione glanced a few looks at it.

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Flirt [j.j.]

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

Jughead x reader in which she is painfully shy and he knows she likes him (partly inspired by this post) ((also, jughead is just the tiniest bit ooc)).




You had been best friends with Betty Cooper for as long as anyone could remember. You had met when you were six years old and had both been fighting over the last available swing.

From that moment on, your friendship grew. But where Betty grew in a sweet, confident girl, you grew into a shy, introverted girl who didn’t talk to anyone except for Betty.

Which is the reason why Betty was the only one who knew about your crush on Jughead.

You had been crushing on Jughead since 6th grade when he helped you stand up to Cheryl. That was the year when you became shy and reserved, so you were surprised to see that you had developed a crush on Jughead, seeing as you tended to avoid everyone.

Flash forward four years and you were still pining over the beanie-clad boy.

Betty had suspected something for a while and had finally confronted you about it. You had been sitting in a booth at Pop’s, vehemently denying the existence of your “supposed” crush but Betty knew you were lying and eventually forced it out of you.

“You should definitely tell him (Y/N),” Betty had said, ecstatic.

You had shaken your head. “No Betty. I can’t even talk to the guy. Besides there’s no way that he’d like me. Never in a million years!”

Betty had glanced behind you before gesturing for you to turn around. Jughead had just walked in. He looked around, his eyes stopping once they met yours, making you blush and turn around as he smirked.

You turned around and sank into your seat as he made his way over to your table.

“Hey Betty, (Y/N),” Jughead greeted as he slid in next to you.

Betty greeted him as you turned your attention to the table, mindlessly tracing patterns with your fingers and blushing every time his thigh brushed against yours.

You couldn’t speak around anyone who wasn’t Betty. Especially not him. So you sat in silence the rest of the time, not noticing the glances that Jughead would sneak at you ever five minutes.


“I’m telling you Ronnie! It’s hopeless. She won’t even look at him!” Betty exclaimed as she sat with Veronica at Pop’s the next day.

Veronica pursed her lips as she stirred her milkshake with her straw. “Wait, you’re telling me (Y/N) willingly told you she has a crush on Jughead?”

Betty looked down at her fries and blushed. “Well…I may have forced it out of her,” she paused at Veronica’s harsh look. “But I swear that girl has a crush on him. Its killing me to not see her do anything about it.”

Both girls froze as someone jumped over the booth and sat down between them.

“So,” Jughead started. “(Y/N) likes me?”

Betty gulped. She was so dead.


Over the next few days, you found out a multitude of things.

You found out that you could actually get along very well with Veronica, especially once she started spending so much time around you and Betty that you had no choice but to befriend her. You didn’t stutter around her, and you could carry on normal conversations with her now.

Another thing you found out was that Betty Cooper was a horrible liar. You already knew this, of course. But for the past week she had been hiding something, and she was giving out horrible excuses to anyone who asked.

The thing that surprised you most however, was that fact that you figured out that Jughead Jones was in fact, a huge flirt.

It had started Monday, when you were walking down the hallway with B & V. Jughead had caught up to you and had thrown his arm over your shoulder, greeting the two girls and then bending to down to whisper a greeting in your ear. You had blushed fiercely, and had barely managed to stutter out a simple ‘hi’ in response. He had walked with you to your class, once again bending down and whispering a quick ‘see you later (Y/N)’ in your ear before walking off.

You had been a blushing mess the entire period, and the knowing looks from B & V weren’t helping.

On Tuesday, Jughead had joined you and Betty at Pop’s after school. Luckily for you, he sat on the opposite side of the booth, typing on his laptop, so you were able to somewhat talk to Betty without any embarrassment. But that didn’t mean you didn’t notice the looks Jughead kept sneaking your way.

You’d finally had enough and when Betty got up to go order another milkshake, you had asked Jughead about it.

“What Jones?” You asked, surprisingly without a stutter. “Why do you keep looking at me?”

“I didn’t realize it was a crime to stare at a beautiful girl,” he had replied smoothly, arching an eyebrow.

By the time Betty came back, you were a blushing mess and you were gathering all your stuff, muttering excuses about having to be home as soon as possible.

“What did you do to the poor girl Juggie?” Betty asked as she watched you walk away.

“Nothing,” Jughead replied, a small smile on his face as he too, watched you leave.


Wednesday was slightly different. Your routine started out normally, except Jughead spent the whole day around you. He’d walk you to class, arm slung over your shoulder, and sat with you in the student lounge.

You resembled a tomato the whole day. Finally, when you were sitting at your usual lunch table, waiting for Betty to arrive, you broke the silence.

“Jughead, why are you following me around?” you asked.

“A pretty girl shouldn’t be left alone. There’s a murderer on the loose you know,” he replied coolly, not breaking eye contact with you.

“No offense, but there are plenty of better things to do than follow me around,” you scoffed, proud of yourself for being able to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah, but ever since Betty told me you liked me I thought I’d-”

“What?” you cut him off.

He glanced up as Betty arrived. “Yeah. I thought Betty had told you that she told…me.”

You turned to Betty, who was now standing, wide-eyed, as you flushed. This time, in anger.

“Elizabeth Cooper,” you began. “How could you? I trusted you not to tell anyone!”

She opened her mouth to speak. “(Y/N), I-”

“No Betty,” you cut in. “Is this what you’ve been lying about all week?”

Betty stayed silent, looking down at the ground.

“(Y/N) let me explain,” Jughead said.

You turned to him. “Save it Jones. I bet this past week has just been so fun for you, hasn’t it?”

Jughead stared at you, mouth agape, as you gathered up your lunch and left.

“Well she sure isn’t shy when she’s all worked up huh?” Veronica stated as she took a sip of water, all three of them watching you as you stormed off.


You ignored all messages and calls from both Betty and Jughead, only responding to Veronica to tell her to tell Betty and Jughead to leave you alone.

The next day however, was full of Betty following you around like a lost puppy all day until you agreed to talk with her. Sighing deeply, you gave in.

“(Y/N),” she began. “I swear I never meant to tell him. I will however, accept full responsibility for telling Veronica. I was talking about your crush with her at Pop’s and Jughead overheard. I never meant for it to happen.”

You stared at her, seeing nothing but the truth in her blue eyes. You spread your arms towards her, her face lighting up as she embraced you, knowing you had forgiven her.

“He likes you too y'know,” she whispered in your ear.

“No he doesn’t Betty,” you whispered back.

She pulled away slightly, her eyes focused on something behind you. “Please don’t hate me (Y/N/N),” she whispered again.

“Why would I hate-” your words were cut off as Betty spun you around and pushed you, effectively causing you to crash into someone and go tumbling down, taking the other person down with you.

You sat up, pushing your hair out of your face as you looked down to apologize to the person you had knocked over.

Your words got caught in your throat as you realized you had been pushed into Jughead. Even worse, you had fallen on top of him, and you were now straddling him as he lied beneath you, his hands gripping your waist.

“Well hey there (L/N),” he spoke, a cocky smirk spreading across his face.

You were faintly aware of Betty trying to stifle her giggles in the background as you tried to come up with the wrds to apologize. “Uhhhh J-j-jughead. Hey, I-i-i’m sor-rry,” you finally managed to stutter out.

Jughead’s smirk never left his face. “Hey, no worries, all is forgiven…on one condition.”

You looked at him hesitantly, waiting for his next words.

“Kiss me.”


“I still can’t believe you actually kissed him!” exclaimed Betty.

“I knew you had it in you,” Veronica said, winking at you.

You slid down in your seat, blushing. School had ended and you, B, & V had decided to go to Pop’s, like always.

“The whole school stopped,” Veronica continued. “Like seriously. Everyone in that hallway stopped and stared when shy little (Y/N) (L/N) gave Jughead Jones a hot, steamy kiss.”

You slid down even further as Betty smacked Veronica’s shoulder, causing the raven-haired girl to laugh.

Veronica finally straightened up and shot a smirk as you before focusing on something behind you. “Hey Jughead, Archie.”

“Oh ha ha Ronnie,” you said, straightening up as well. “Very funny. Embarrass me even more.”

“Hey (Y/N/N),” you heard Jughead’s voice as he sat next to you, sliding his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

Veronica gave you a look as if to say ‘see, I wasn’t lying’.

“You gave the school quite a show today,” Jughead continued, sharing a look with Veronica that said that he had heard their previous conversation. “Maybe we could have a repeat?”

And with that, Jughead Jones tilted your chin up, pressing his lips to yours as Betty, Veronica, and Archie cheered.

You pulled away, burying your face in his chest as your friends kept cheering.

“By the way, if it wasn’t obvious, I like you too (L/N),” Jughead whispered, kissing you once more.

You definitely had to remember to thank Betty.


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andi mack headcanons bc this show has taken over my life and its only been 3 hours, plus that BEAUTIFUL hc post got me thinking:

-andi’s the Baby, and is probably like the 2nd youngest in her grade (according to the hospital bracelet her birthday’s September 28th!).

-bex had andi when she was 15 (she cant be any older than 28 i refuse to believe it)

-bex is bi,,,im positive theres pictures of girls in the Box of Secrets but andi just assumes theyre all her “old music festival buddies” :)))

-jonah has a minecraft youtube channel with 33 subscribers and he’s happy with it but then Demon Amber Al*rt finds it and forces all her friends to subscribe to him so he doesnt feel bad. They all leave fake ass comments on all his videos and Amber comments “First!!!!” on every one. Jonah decides to take a hiatus after Amber asks if they can do a “girlfriend tag” video sjskjssha

-speaking of!!! amber has a youtube channel where she posts lookbooks and trash acoustic covers with like 1200 subscribers. She makes jonah do the “boyfriend does my voiceover” challenge for her “first day of freshman year 💕💕” makeup tutorial lol

-buffy’s the only one with netflix so she shares her account with the other two. buffy watches “"Mature Shows”“ but rly its just stranger things and a series of unfortunate events lol. andi uses it to watch hsm 2 (she stays on the kids section) and cyrus uses it for indie flicks and masterchef

-buffys parents are obviously nerds who go all out for halloween. they start decorating on september 30th yall. they have planned trips to the biggest haunted house, and on halloween theyre the ones that give big goodie bags with candy and AND chips in them…and probably those lil hug juices (omg do yall remember those??). buffys rly into it until she turns 11 and becomes Too Old for that kinda stuff (so she thinks lol) but enjoys it secretly

-andi has a roblox account (im literally just remembering all the geeky kid stuff my brother does tbh) and had a "family” on it for a while where she was the proud roblox mother of two 10 year olds from australia

-cyrus has a fucking hes semi-popular on it too omg. he monitors the views on his videos (is that??? what theyre called???) religiously and texts the others any time they get shared. he has a friend on that lives in like?? canada idk whos like 14 and they vent to each other about their lives and he gives cyrus advice sometimes!

-cyrus and buffy take buzzfeed quizzes Very Seriously. to them (especially cyrus) the results are Binding.

-that one hc post mentioned wattpad!!! BOI! buffy writes drarry fic calling it right tf now. she makes andi edit her covers too. she wants them to be rly professional looking like all the popular ones but andi always adds bright colors and filters and heart stickers. cyrus has a wattpad too but writes original work that he never finishes sjshjsal. he usually lurks in the forums to complain about wattpad cliches

-bye andi and cyrus spent the summer before 8th grade fb stalking tf out of jonah. one of them accidentally likes one of his posts from 2014 about eating playdoh 😩. they both scream for an hour straight over the phone to each other and cyrus temporarily blocks jonah shsjska

-btw jonah definitely ate playdoh all throughout elementary school and quit in 6th grade omg

-buffy secretly still plays those dress up doll online games!! she claims she uses them for style inspiration but she actually just thinks theyre neat

-cyrus has a crippling fear of high school bc he watched degrassi in its entirety and thus doesnt want to die

-andi loves jeopardy and if she misses a single episode she gets genuinely upset. she signed up for kids week jeopardy at least twice

-buffy stays up late to watch late night talk shows but always falls asleep halfway through :’)

The girl he once knew ∾ r.m

Originally posted by mazikeenhart

posted 4/9/17

request? yes
   “ YOO i love your writing, could i request a reggie x reader where the two were like frenemies in middle school but reader moved away and then moves back for sophomore year but she’s changed from who reggie remembers her? like she’s cut her hair short and has tattoos and has rlly toughened up??

warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request! requests are open and you can request here + i’m thinking about making a part two for this imagine. yes? no?

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4 years.

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Pillow Forts- Alex

Request: Hey, could you write a really cute, fluffy, Alex x reader imagine please? He’s my fave and we never really got to see him happy :(. Thank you!

Enjoy this because I wrote it during class and I’m ignoring the fact that he’s not usually happy in the show.

Originally posted by dailymilesheizer

Pillow Forts- Alex

“You know what we should do?” Alex asked. His arm was around you as your head laid on his shoulder. Your parents were out of town and it was nice to have time with just him.

“What?” You asked taking your gaze off the TV to look at him.

“Remember how when we were little we’d build pillow forts around the TV and play games or go on movie marathons in there? I wanna do that again.” He admitted looking at you with a childish grin on his face. You laughed at how pure he was, most guys would take no parents as a chance to have sex but his first thought was a pillow fort. And that was probably one of the main reasons you loved him so much.

“I’m in. Go get the extra pillows and blankets from the hall closet. I’ll grab the ones from my room and some snacks.” You responded quickly getting up from your spot next to him and he excitedly raced to the hall closet. It had been years since you guys did that, yet you still knew the drill like the back of your hand. Those innocent nights with Alex under the pillows and blankets were something you always used to look forward to. And they were some of the first moments you realized your feelings for him. In 6th grade you two stopped that tradition because you thought it was too childish. But you still missed those moments.

You grabbed the extra ones from your closet and threw them on the couch before running to the kitchen to make popcorn and grab soda and chips. When you were younger you used to have a drawer with ‘emergency’ snacks for the impromptu pillow fort nights but that cabinet has been taken over a long time ago. Excited to act like kids again you pulled the popcorn out of the microwave, dumped it into a bowl, and gathered all the snacks before walking into the living room where Alex was already setting it up. He had fastened the blankets on the wall above the TV with something and strategically placed chairs around the room to hold the blankets up. He looked so concentrated as he carefully set the blankets over the chairs and you couldn’t help but marvel at how cute he was. You set the snacks off to the side and started spreading the pillows and a few of the blankets around on the ground trying to recreate it how it used to be. As soon as Alex was satisfied with the way he set it up he grabbed the snacks, set them in front of you two, and pulled you down next to him making you grin.

“What should we do first?” You asked raising an eyebrow at his goofy childish grin.

“Call of Duty of course.” He said putting the game in and handing you a controller in one swift movement.

just enj things™

- enjolras has super uncooperative hair when he wakes up (read: highkey hot as fuck)
- he sings under his breath while making coffee and often gets carried away and does this silly dancing thing that once combeferre walked in on with the most smug amused grin and enj just stopped dead in his tracks and then said “i still have that 2008 disco tape ;)) sweaty” yes in verbal convo fight me and ferre went almost pale and he’s got rlly dark skin so u can imagine what happened in 2008
- enjolras once got carpal tunnel from writing too much angry poetry
- enjolras won the literary award at his school every year and he actually went to the same hs as jehan and they weren’t friends yet, so once a desperate and raging jehan convinced montparnasse to climb into enj’s room and take a pic of the certificate bc they wanted to know what it looked like omfg
- they’re so pure they keep saying sorry for that
- enjolras plays the bass
- grantaire plays the lovestruck fool
- bahorel and enjolras deadass have an annulled marriage (viva las vegas)
- enjolras once cried mid-lecture because he was orating as vp of student council and he got SO EMO that he literally shook his head and kept apologising and asked ferre to take over
- ferre was shook
- enjolras hugs better than anyone it’s so warm in those gay arms
- enjolras can do a one-armed cartwheel and he and courf used to make cheerleading choreographies in their spare time in 6th grade
- jehan and courf dated in 6th grade oh my god enjolras kept their Special Love Notebook (™) (no seriously that’s what they called it) (it was a notebook they passed to each other during class & enj wasn’t allowed to look and he never did bc my baby’s honest n loyal) it’s still in his desk
- enjolras got arrested for stealing a frozen pizza once (maybe not SO honest)
- it was for the good of the people
- enjolras is a hoe for sam wilson he’s his fave mcu character
- enjolras once left late after school was dismissed and he started chatting w the janitor, phil, and managed to convince him to go after his dream and now Phil opened his first photography gallery if u don’t think enj has always been an angel ur wrong
- enj broke his ribs in a fist fight, he wasn’t very good at that kinda stuff so after he healed he legit took 4 different self defense classes because “i cannot cope with not being good at this” and ferre literally had a fit bc “enj whaT The Fucj you work a job and u have class every day are u srsly pulling this 9 hrs a week punching shit crap”
- “yes.”
- no worries lols that’s where he met grantaire :)) he was his boxing instructor :)) need i say more
- ok sweaty shirtless r 👏👏👏👏👏👏👌👌👌👌 ya enj thinks so too
- enjolras is the BEST at naming things. courf once rolled out of bed at 4am just to text him: “mil dollar job idea: u should b professional gelato shop consultant and help them name their flavours i dk what m sayin” [sic]

'Rumours' Draco x Reader

Rating: Fluff Requested?: Nope 
Request: -”I dont know if ur still doing requests or something but, could i have a request where y/n is being bullied or harassed and Draco is the one to help her and comfort her (Slytherin Reader)
Warnings: Bullying, harsh comments, swearing.

A/n: So its been like 2 months or something crazy like that and I should technically have no reason to not post however my phone took a shit on me as did my laptop and I genuinely thought that this imagine had been posted but I only just saw that it was still in my drafts, and I feel horrible so once my Speaking exam is over everything should be a lot more frequent :) sorry again… 

“What a slut”
“I Heard that she’s trying it in with Potter as well”

 Two snickering 6th years at the end of the table had a full blown conversation about the rumours, right in front of me.

“She has the face of a whore” I glanced up to Pansy, she glared back down the table at me as I returned my gaze to my food. Usually, I was the one that Pansy feared but under the influence of rumours, she had me completely unarmed and unwilling to stand up for myself. I heard a soft laugh come from my left side, turning towards it I saw Draco’s soft blond hair bounce as he laughed at Neville walking to his table. I smiled lightly in Draco’s direction admiring the boy’s beautiful grey eyes and musical laugh. “Oh look the slut is at it again!” A loud voice boomed across the hall as Pansy stood up and pointed at me, I slowly turned to see the whole hall looking at me. My lip started to quiver. Quickly snapping my head in the direction of the door I caught Draco’s eyes who were also staring at me. ‘He thinks I’m a slut, he thinks I’m disgusting’. My lips started to quiver, “Pansy… Please. Don’t do this I beg…”

“Aww is y/n going to cry? Bless. Maybe you shouldn’t have started whoring up to Draco and Potter, right babes?” she smiled at Draco who had only given her attention when he heard his name fall from her mouth almost using it as an insult towards me.

“Potter? she has no association with Gryffindors except for Hermione…” Draco spoke down the table to Pansy, who in turn stood there in shock.

“you can’t be serious Draco, you’re standing up for that!” Pansy and Sophie spat in unison as if they were identical twins who were separated at birth. I looked back and forth between the two and saw my chance.

Taking one last look at the rest of my classmates and fellow students I decided it was now or never and made a dash for the door. A big commotion started up as I ran, I could hear shouts thrown between Draco and Pansy, I sprinted as fast as possible to my dorm weaving in and out of various students mumbling sorry’s for everyone who I shoved by accident.

I reached my room and pressed my back against the door, no one was here. No one can see my meltdown. except for me. I stayed against and door and slid down it until my legs hit the floor and I curled myself up into a tight ball and cried into my knees. A knock at the door vibrated down my back, assuming that it was one of my roommates I yelled out to them and tried to make myself look like I haven’t been crying for the past half hour. “Be a second sorry, I’m- I’m just getting changed” I quickly paced around the room wiping my tears straightening my clothes. I caught myself in the mirror to see my horrendous bloodshot eyes. Giving up; I walked towards the door and peeled it open turning my face away from my roommate. Instead of feeling a gust of the wind that would follow then as they walked into the room, long slender arms hooked over my shoulders pulling me into a hug. And all of a sudden my angry, strong demeanour was devoured before my eyes the embrace was so welcoming and loving all the shadows and demons ripped themselves from my very being, and I let myself break down completely thus letting a new person into my life, once someone see’s that I’m not as tough as they expect I can’t let them leave and take advantage of me. The person’s hand started to glide up and down my back in a comforting manner. 

“Shh, it’s okay y/n” a soft yet raspy British accent sounded throughout the room. Draco? I looked up to my embrace occupant and sure enough, I saw that same tuft of blond hair, it was a slightly messy a change to his old style that was slicked with gel and practically stuck to his head. 

Usually knowing that Draco was comforting, but having heard the rumours, I wanted to push him away so I struggled against his grasp but he held me even tighter. 
“y/n, no one can see us here and no one will harass you here, I promise”
I knew that he told the truth but I still felt so unsafe, it’s like someone could be watching us at any moment ready to tell Pansy of my “whorish doing”

I realised there was no use in fighting against Draco, he was, after all, a lot stronger than me. He carefully walked us over to the bed and we both sat down still in each other’s arms.

“y/n… there is no way I could tell you how sorry I am and that-”
“It wasn’t your fault Draco, there’s no need for you to apologise…”
“Well actually…” Draco pulled away finally and looked me deep in the eyes his soft grey eyes being taken over by his dilating pupils. “It is kind of my fault.
“What?!” I exclaimed loudly but then proceeding to cover my mouth being taken aback by my own voice.
“Last term Pansy told me that she liked me, but I had told her that I was interested in someone else..” he trailed off leaving me confused at what this story had to do with me.
“and at what point do I come into this story?”
“well, I told Pansy that you’re the one that I’m interested in. And I think that’s what started this whole thing so, I’m so sorry y/n” he let out a heavy sigh and dipped his finger into his delicate locks. “God it is all my fault”

I side glanced at the boy next to me on my bed, I sighed heavily just like he did, deciding to let out all my feelings to him and show him how I really feel. I tapped his chin with my finger making him look over to me, as soon as he looked at me I leant over quickly to press my lips to his and just like a movie our lips locked together perfectly and it felt as if the rumours all faded away, yes me and Draco’s relationship would create some different rumours but none of that matter because he was mine and I loved him, hopefully, he loved me too.

just like the lilacy orange sky fades to navy blue and the sun dims to become the moon: we became one and the atmosphere changed. 

Theory time

Okay let’s start from the begining, the most wonderful masterpiece of pop culture, also known as the LWYMMD video.

Since the video came out, the theory about the 15 Taylors representing a different album track has been showing in tumblr pretty often, meaning each one of the Taylor represents (or maybe is) an archetype for what Taylor wants to show us.

We quickly realized how the Taylor in the cheetah coat was the 6th in the row, and some assumed pretty fast that meant she was the one representing Look What You Made Me Do

As I said, this theory made a lot of sense since, well this Taylor is the one saying  “getting receipts, I’m going to edit this later" which fits the song’s mood which is “big fuck you to everyone who hated on me for the last years “ pretty well.

However, yesterday …Ready for it? came out and @beafearless1 and I, who are still not over this archetypes theory decided to “test it”: Ready for it? is the first track and, who is the first Taylor in the row?

This badass biker Taylor. 

At first we were pretty confused and thought this whole theory was wrong since this Taylor did not have the Ready for it? vibes at all but then we took a further look into the lyrics

The “Burton to this Taylor“ part  and pretty much everything had a really strong Wildest Dreams vibe right? We all agree on that, so we started thinking which character has a strong Widlest Dreams vibe?



So going down this road… What if the archetypes theory was right from the begining? What if each track is really gonna match one of the characters she created for the video but we just got the order wrong?

In that case this would be the “right order”

And what would that mean?

That this Taylor is the Look What You Made Me Do Taylor 

That might sound a bit off at first but let’s actually think of this Taylor:

I have seen very little theories going around about her, she is just there, destroying the plane with the TS6 symbol and wirting all over it

Almost like opening the era, writing REPUTATION over the plane, inviting us in and then just standing in the back, because SHE ALREADY HAD HER TURN, HER MOMENT, AND NOW IT’S THE OTHER’S TURN

Also, in this new order you can see who would be the 13th track, such a special and relevant one for Taylor and us


The one standing over the old Taylors, with rep written on her and looking like she is ready to say everything she has been holding back

I don’t know about you guys but I am LIVING for this theory

And this has been all for today, maybe @beafearless1 and I should sleep

anonymous asked:

fave headcanons or aus of your otps? c:

Oh god okay okay I’m so so sorry have fun
-Spanish Speaking Yamaguchi
Yamaguchi who moved from Spain to Japan at the tender age of two but never forgot his roots! Yamaguchi who speaks Spanish around the house to his Mama as it’s her first language and he knows how much joy it brings her to hear her son speak it. Tsukki loving every second he hears Yamaguchis native tongue because god the way the words slip off his lips is so seductive it makes him feel weak at the knees. Yamaguchi feeling so self conscious of his inability to learn English because he already knows two languages; three is just too much to comprehend at this point in his life. Just Yamaguchi speaking Spanish, okay?
- Kenma is Protective AF
As a kid, or even as a teenager, Kenma isn’t the easiest accepted of people. He is small and quiet and a loner in his class and he doesn’t believe he has many close friends. However those he does have? He would die for them. Like when people made fun of Lev for his legs (they’re so long and spindly he seems to tower over the rest of the class and he loves it because volleyball but also hates it because it’s just another thing that makes him different from the rest of the class) Kenma glared at them so intensely they got freaked and left. Kenma going anonymously onto people’s accounts who have been bothering his pals and sending them subtle threats to back off. Yet in person he is the least likely person to ever show it but he would crush anyone if it meant keeping his team safe. And Kuroo knows this. That’s why he lets him do as he likes because he knows no matter what he will always do what’s best for his friends.
- Iwaizumi would do anything to make sure his friends are happy and comfortable
One day at practice Makki complains about his phone breaking meaning he won’t be able to call anyone. The next day he walks into the gymnasium and right there next to his bag is a brand new phone. Another time Watari needs textbooks for his literature class otherwise he knows for sure he is going to fail it. Two days later all the books he needs, plus additional revision material, are waiting for him in his locker. On a separate occasion Kyoutani complains about his back hurting from all the spiking and low and behold the day after there is a back massager sitting waiting for him in his bag. For months no one knows what’s going on until finally Oikawa steps in. Iwaizumi Hajime may not come from a exceptionally rich family but he does have a exceptionally big heart and Tooru knows this better than anyone. Working late, doing night shifts and overtime just to have the money to make sure his friends and family never go without. He would never take credit for it of course but Oikawa knows anyway. After all this is the same boy who waits with him for hours after practice just so Oikawa can get in that last perfect serve. He is the boy who will answer his phone at 3am with a groan and a complaint but never the less still answers. He is the boy who would come home from school and pull a blanket over his mother and swear to himself that one day she wouldn’t be so constantly tired that the only things in her life were work and sleep. And, most importantly, he is the boy who, on the night of Oikawas 6th birthday, didn’t get a wink of sleep for the sole reason he was still preparing his present. The thing Oikawa wanted the most in the work. To see the stars. Being 6 of course that was impossible but there would be one way. Iwaizumi couldn’t send Oikawa to the stars so instead he would bring them to him. And as the last star shone a glowing green in the blackness of Oikawas darkened room it was done. 100 stars, 20 packets littered on the bedroom floor and one very very thankful little boy still asleep in his bed with another stood just beside him. Dreaming of the stars.
- The Captains all have a group chat.
Kuroo and Bokuto Meme, Daichi is confused, Ushiwaka is silently observing and Oikawa is fangirling and hating on Ushi. Literally enough said. Y'all know this is canon.
Okay wow I have a lot more I have never written here before and idek if these make sense but whatever! So okay yeah wow I’m scared okay sorry

Ha Sungwoon Hogwarts Au

For a very sweet anon, Sungwoon~

•The two of you sat together on the train your first year,
• You just sat opposite each other in silence for a while but then you decided there was no point in staying aloof so started chatting,
• You where both half bloods with too much sass so you got on like a house on fire,
• You where sorted into Ravenclaw (Like your mother),
•Sungwoon was sorted into Slytherin,
• (Ngl, it took me forever to decide whether he was Slytherin or Gryffindor),
• He’s from a family of Gryffindor though, and they’re all behind the times so they think it’s a tragedy, and they’re not afraid to tell their son that,
• You watched Sungwoon as you ate and he seemed very detached,
• You’re supposed to head back in groups but you wondered off to see if he was okay and you found him crying his eyes out alone in some corridor,
• You wraped him in a little hug and hand him all the tissues you had on you,
• You sometimes surprise yourself with how prepared you are,
• He couldn’t get over the fact he’s a Slytherin, that his family will disown him, that he’s evil,
• You sigh and plop down next to him, ready for a chat™
• “Sungwoon, you know they’re not evil at all, right? My dad was a Slytherin,”
• “My parents said they where all bad, I’m not sure I can do this,”
• You couldn’t make him optimistic, but you consoled him a little, and set it your job to show him how great all the houses are, especially Slytherin,
• You show him Slytherins are actually just dorks that get excited every-time they see the giant squid swim past their common room,
• You two are as thick as thieves, hardly ever seen without each other,
• Ravenclaws are known to be a little outside of the box, but Sungwoon accepts you despite your odd quirks,
• Like your near obsession with the stars, your common room being in the sky the view is crystal clear,
• He tells you the password to his common room whenever it changes and everyone in Slytherin knows you,
• They call you their ‘honorary raven baby’
• You blush every time but secretly love it,
• You chat easily to Slytherins, as you’re probably quite a bit like them (it took the sorting hat a good 3 or 5 minutes to decide your house),
• Ravenclaws also love Sungwoon,
• “It’s Y/N and our snake child again, someone please wrap them in blankets before they do anything dangerous,”
• But you also destroy all of the preconceived ideas Sungwoon had about Ravenclaw,
• “What did you write about for our last transfiguration essay, y/n?”
• “ I haven’t done any homework in 2 months I don’t even know what we where supposed to do,”
• “How the hell do you get away with it?Aren’t Ravenclaws good at this stuff?”
• “Everyone assumes we’re goodie two shoes, we use that to our advantage, we’re good at what we want to be good at,”
• The whole of Ravenclaws teamwork is scary (you all learn from the doorknocker to work as one) and it rubs of on Sungwoon, so you two work in such a natural way it’s terrifying,
• In fact, the two of you are dangerous anyway,
• With your Ravenclaw quick wit and Sungwoon’s sass and shade, you two make the ultimate team,
• Like “Oh shit, the savage it’s radiating off of them,”
• But mainly just roasting each other really,
• But also totally honest and deep with each other late at night, like you’ve definitely told each other your deepest secrets, but you’re also complete goofs

• “I told you the answer to number 25 was Merlin’s ass and you actually wrote it?”

• “Honestly, what else am I going to put?”
• Constantly defending eachother,
• You’ve lost count of how many gryffindor’s you’ve hexed who said Sungwoon was a traitor,
• (They honestly put a bad name to gryffindor),
• You’re not sure ,but you’ve heard of multiple rumors on how Sungwoon doesn’t hold back if anyone talks shit about you in any way at all, 
• Dream team :’)
• It’s freezing in the Slytherin doorms in winter so you bring tonnes of blankets to the Syltherin common room and you have sleepovers with them all where you play massive group games of things like mafia or Chinese whispers,
• Sungwoon’s parents officially disowned him and your parents don’t hesitate a second when you ask for him to come round on the holidays,
• He’s your parents second child but they always tease the two of you about being a perfect couple,
• It’s one of the moments where you squeal “muuuuum~” and usher a blushing Sungwoon away,
• They always get him cute Christmas presents and you can tell how much it means to Sungwoon to have a supportive family,
• Your dad also helps him to realise how great Slytherins are and He’s completely at home after a year and embracing being a slytherin, 

• (Although he occasionally gets homesick and you’re on hand with chocolate and shoulder to lean on),
• You’re in your fifth year, heading back to Hogwarts on the train, getting some first years to play hide and seek against you when you realise you may have a huge crush on your best friend,
• You watch the first years search for the two of you as you press together under a bench,
• You’d created a trap door to roll into the next compartment if they came in, it wasn’t exactly cheating,
• Slytherins and Ravenclaws can get competitive and strategic about anything, honestly,
• You can feel Sungwoon’s breathing, you back pressed against his chest and your heart does a little Irish dance,
• It’s when you know you’re gone, a total sucker,
• You guys are kind of close as friends anyway,
• Cuddles and draped over each other, laid in each others laps, napping under the same blankets,
• No one questions it because you’ve always been like that,
• So now you feed off of those little moments,
• You’re entering the Slytherin common room,
• No one even bats an eye anymore,
• You’re no longer a baby but you’re still called 'Honorary raven baby’, especially by the 7th and 6th years,
• You’re heading up the stairs to Sungwoon’s room when you stop dead,
• Sungwoon’s chatting to his closest friend in Slytherin, Lai Gualin, a quiet boy who you think could put his cunning to good use and have some fun with you and Sungwoon by the end of the year,
• “I just don’t want to ruin our friendship, you know,” Sungwoon’s voice jumps across the rock of their room,
• “You just have to trick her into confessing first,” Lai gualin, a typical Slytherin- it makes you smile,
• “How am I to know if she does or doesn’t like me back though?”
• “Sungwoon, you know, she knows, the whole school knows, god, you already act like a badass couple, it’s only a few words separating you,”
• Now you’re a Ravenclaw, you’re know for your wit, acceptance and intelligence,
• You can pretty much decipher they’re talking about you,
• And boy is Gualin underestimating you, trick you into confessions?
• hA,
• But now you have a dilemma,
• Do you play the waiting game to see what Sungwoon does, or do you storm in there right now and kiss the life out of him,
• Not literally I mean that is forbidden magic,
• You devise a quick plan, with an unsure ending but what will be will be,
• You wait in the common room, telling some first years the time you got peeves to play a prank on McGonagall with you, but then she hit back, flour bombing you because she’s McGonagall and a badass,
• “The moral of the story, kids, don’t mess with McGonagall,”
• Even though that’s a given,
•  Sungwoon and you meet at the staircase of the west wing after the curfew because all the teachers give you the benefit of the doubt, and you race him up the stairs,
• He wins, even though you’ve spent over 5 years racing up that tight spiral staircase,
• True magic,
• Although he gets stuck at the door, of course,
•You usually just tell him to find another Ravenclaw, or just use the knocker ???? how had no one else ever thought of that???
• “You can see me in water but I never get wet,”
• “A reflection, come on, step up your game doorknocker,”
• You’re renowned in your house for being the go to person if you’re stuck at the door, riddles are your forte,
• You got Everyone to desert the common room, because everyone ships you- they’ll probably be listening though let’s be real,
• The two of you sit on the windowsill, staring at the stars, completely at ease with how high you are,
• You cast a patronus, all part of your plan,
• A Deerhound comes racing out of your wand, dancing across the night sky, shortly joined by the shining silver light of a beautiful lynx, slinking it’s way across the sky,
• “What do you think of?” You lean your head back to stare at the twinkling lights,
• “I think of you, and all the times we’re together and when you make my heart beat faster than it should” Bingo,
• You grin at his Rosy cheeks, his eyes looking into the distance, although you know they’re not really looking,
• “That’s Funny, because I think about you too,”
• His eyes snap to you and you lean across to place your lips on his gently, the warmth spreading though your body,
• It’s a feat you don’t fall off the ledge, but Sungwoon wraps an arm around your waist and you fall back together into a padded stool,
• His hands ghost up your back and you shiver,
• But you stop there, because your housemates are probably listing, I mean Ravenclaws thirst for knowledge doesn’t end at gossip,
• “Listen, I really like you,”
• “Sungwoon, you think I don’t know?”
• The couple of Hogwarts I’m not even kidding you’re iconic,
• Ravenclaw and Slytherin bonding through your bond, it’s becomes less and less surprising to see Ravenclaws in the Slytherin common room and vice versa,
• Dates watching the stars always, under blankets and with a mini midnight picnic and using each others warmth,
• You’re parents don’t even blink an eye when you tell them, you dad handing your mum five galleon’s,
•  You’re not the only Competitive two™
• You’re still the dream team though, just with more frequent PDA, because if you think the two of you really care about what people think, you’re wrong,
• Trying to quickly get into your common room because everyone is out and you want some time to yourselves and the knocker is a pain,
• “What has a heart but no other organs?”
• “I swear to god if you don’t open this door right now we will kick you down ourselves, have you seen my boyfriend thighs?”
• Damn right that thing opens,
• Sungwoon pushes you to go further, (not that you need that much of a push), so the two of you constantly blow people’s minds in what you achieve,
• Basically a very mischievous and successful relationship to compete and win over anyone else,

Voltron Hogwarts AU

Okay so I think I’m going to write this at some point, but I had to get it all down. I’ll put it below the cut bc there’s a lot lmaoo

(Also a big thanks to @local-space-gay-thing bc she helped with like half of this)

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This is gonna be long, but I need to say this.

This was sent to me by my old lifting partner. I used to live with her. She now calls me up to 40 times a day and texts me hundreds of times a day. Its been 4 montbs since I talked to her last. The only reason she isn’t blocked is because she had a pending harrassment charge against her and the officers I spoke with told me after she changed phone numbers 4 times to just set her to ignore and let her do it. All its doing is helping me out. Let me tell you what this girl did when my Hubby & i moved out.

First, let me say when I moved out it was bc she refused to be discreet when lifting, and would make it obvious what she was doing bc she felt invincible, and would get mad when I wouldn’t go along with it and would lash out at me. I couldn’t handle that kind of volatile relationship so I made it known and left.

Anyway, she started calling and texting all the time When I first left saying she was sorry and I should come visit so we could go lift. I told her no and ignored her from then on out. She got progressively more irritated and started threatening me. When I still didn’t answer, she called the cops and claimed I was harrassing her. They came to check it out and when I showed them what was really going on, they convinced me to press charges on her. She I did. They asked her to come down to the station and she did, drunk. At the time she was only 3 months pregnant, and she drove to the police station. Drunk. Completely hammered, barely able to stand up drunk. She got a DUI and spent the night in the “drunk tank”, then was informed of the harrassment charges the next day.

Two days later, my ex called me and informed me all my personal information was posted on Facebook and Craigslist. She had posted what she thought was social, birthday, address (all 3 were wrong) and then my phone number. I informed the police of this right away and they did what they do to confirm it was her who posted it.

She then finds out my address from her fiancee’s phone from where my husband had sent it to him (they’re basically best friends). She proceeds to post my address on Craigslist with the caption “Come rape me. I love the rape fantasy and get completely into it. My neighbors know as I’ve done this before, so they won’t be alarmed by my screams (if you don’t gag me first ;) ). My door will be locked, so just knock and as soon as I answer just push me in and you can do whatever you want to me. No protection needed, I’m on birth control and have no STDs.” along with my phone number with the instructions “don’t call me. Just text me what you want to do to me before you come. I love a preview before the real thing.” I received texts for 2 days before someone knocked on my door. I refused to answer and called the cops and explained the situation. I ended up having to go to the hospital after having a panic attack so bad I passed out and the officers there couldn’t wake me up. Yet again, they did their thing and confirmed it was her who posted it. The man was arrested for attempted sexual assault after they saw the messages he’d sent, and she got another charge (I’m tired and can’t remember what they called what she did). I still get texts to this day because of that post, even though the post was taken down. 6 other men have shown up banging on my door. First one banged until the cops showed, 2nd and 3rd came to my window to try to break in, 4th one picked the lock. I got lucky my husband came home less than 5 minutes after the guy showed up. He’d been in my apt for maybe a minute or two, and had me pinned. I screamed bloody murder and fought back as much as I could. He hit me over and over, I don’t even know how many times, telling me to shut up, giving me a concussion in the process. He fractured my wrist trying to keep me still. My husband came home as he pulling down his pants. Yet again, ended up in this hospital, this time for almost a week. I was seconds away from being raped because of her. 5th and 6th ones banged on the door til The cops showed. The last tried to come to my window but I’d already put The boards up (explained below). The cops were called every time, and all 6 were arrested. Its been 3 weeks since anyone has shown up as of now. If we had the money we would move, but we can barely afford where we’re living now, and we’re stuck here bc we have an eviction from a year & a half ago on our record preventing us from going elsewhere. I’ve put boards up over all my Windows and my glass sliding door, as well as adding 2 extra deadbolt locks and 2 chains on my front door. We even installed a security camera outside our front door so anyone who comes to the door is on camera. I literally don’t leave my house unless I’m going to work, and even then I have my neighbor walk me to & from my car since he’s retired military and home all the time. I’m scared to even check the mail by myself.

That post happened 3 months ago. 2 months ago she was arrested after stealing over 1000$ worth of stuff from M@cy’s with both of her kids with her, as well as being drunk in public (she’s ~5 months pregnant at that point).

Fast forward to now. She has been sentenced to community service for the shoplifting, and we’re awaiting my court date For the charges against her from me (coming next month). She started messaging me again after she found my blog again about a week ago. Threatening to expose me and all that. The top one I received tonight. The bottom I received 2 days ago and just ignored. Now, I feel I need to put it out there just what kind of person she is. She has terrorized me since Christmas basically, and I’m tired of living in fear because of what she’s done. I want everyone to know just how terrible it a person she is.

I won’t name names, because I’m not that kind of person. The account she messaged me off of has her picture, so I blacked it out (as well as my name obviously). Its a throwaway acct with no posts, not her main acct. I don’t know what her main acct is now, she’s changed it since the last time she messaged me from a frequently used acct. There’s no point in messaging her, she won’t care what you have to say, but if you want to feel free. She deserves whatever she gets from this. But I just needed to get all this out bc I can’t talk about all this with many people I know personally bc they’re judgemental and automatically assume I did something to provoke her, regardless of the fact that I have all sorts of proof that I’ve done nothing besides tell her I won’t be her friend/lifting partner anymore. And yes, every time she harrasses me, I send screenshots to her fiance so he knows what’s going on and isn’t blindsided by it. I’m trying to be a good friend to him in spite of her actions. I’ve known him for over 10 years and he doesn’t deserve to be dragged down with her, so I at least try to give him a heads up. He’s the reason she’s gotten caught lifting so many times since she refuses to stop no matter how many times He asks her to. He finds out where she’s going and calls to inform them what she’s doing. She’s put him at risk of losing custody of his son bc she’s gotten caught twice (before he started calling) with his son with her with total over 500$ one time and the 1000+$ one I talked about earlier. But he won’t leave her until the baby is born, or he may never get to see his daughter.

I’m starting to ramble bc I’m so tired, so I’ll stop here. Thanks for taking the time to read if you did. Stay safe out there and be careful of who you make friends with 💜💜

Sirius Black

•Before Hogwarts he had never known love
• He had never known that the world wasn’t just split into good and bad because everyone had both inside them.
• He had never known he had a choice before Hogwarts.
• James and him instantly bonded the first day. Sirius had received a howler and James blew it up before it could reach the end because he saw Sirius tremble.
• Before James, Sirius never knew someone cared.
• Sirius was smart, his parents had made him study so he was top of his class.
• However he didn’t stand out a mile, he was kneck in kneck with a boy with scars in DA, James and him were both the same in transfiguration and in charms a girl with Red hair who he knew was muggleborn was actually better than him.
• He had heard bad things about muggleborns, but he saw how hard she worked and started to wonder if his parents had been lying about that to.
• Sirius started to get board and do little pranks with James in class.
• James started making friends with the boy with scars and a fat little boy called Peter.
• Sirius didn’t like them at first but the fat little boy looked up to him the way he wished Reg had so he took an instant liking.
• Remus (the boy with scars) took a bit longer because he was hiding something.
• His cousin Bellatrix and her friends started shouting names at him in the corridors and sending hexes.
• Sirius started waking up with nightmares.
• He became afraid to go to sleep, and one lesson he fell asleep.
• he was sent straight to McGonagall’s office.
• He ended up telling her everything about home.
• She took him to madame pomfrey and said every Thursday he was to come to her office at 7oclock
• He started to see a counciler.
• He crawled into James bed when he had a nightmare.
• Remus had them to but he screamed and shook and cried.
• When they found out he was a werewolf Sirius took him to McGonagall and they arranged a counciling session for him to.

• In 3rd year Sirius had never been happier. He stayed at the Potters most of the holidays and he and his friends were the troublemakers if the school. They called themselves the marauders and the nickname stuck.
• Sirius boyish face morfed into an angular handsome face, and his hair became elegant yer manly.
• he started to attract some attention from many girls.
• they never lasted. And before long he was known as the heartthrob of Hogwarts.
• he hated to admit it but he liked it.
• Remus had become muscular and very hansome. He wasn’t sure why but he couldn’t stop looking at him.
• James and peter didn’t notice but the rehead James had a crush on did.
• He was alone in the library when Lily came over and sat opposite him.
• he scowled at her, she had upset James so.he wasn’t her biggest fan.
• She smirked at this and wore something down before leaving.
• itching with curiosity he read “ I see you looking at Remus. I am not going to judge you for that black but I am going to judge you for picking on Sev. LEAVE HIM ALONE.
• Sirius nearly fainted.
• He approached her and demanded what she was talking about.
• Lily was cunning and loyal to Sev, but she saw how paniced Sirius was and felt bad.
• for some reason they became friends and talked about sibling and friendship over butterbeer and cupcakes that they made.
• James got very jealous over this.
• Both Remus and Sirius told him to lay of Lily.
• James didn’t.

• In 5th year they finally became amigus for Remus.
• Remus looked so happy.
• Sirius still had nightmares but not as often
• he started to have an obsession with the muggleworld thanks to Lily.
• Marlene McKinnon one of James’s oldest friends and one of Lily’s best friends started to become friends.
• Everyone thought they were dating.
• they weren’t.
• Marlene liked Dorcas and Sirius realised he liked Remus.
• Because Remus was so damn hot.

• in 6th year he officaly lived with the potters and legally changed his name.
•There was a war Brewing and he was scared.
• His oldest cousion and he remained in touch because they had both been disowned .
• Sirius was invited the wedding.
• James, Lily, Peter and Marlene told him he should ask Remus
• Very flusteredc Sirius asked Remus
•Remus looked shocked but then kissed Sirius full on and said yes.
• They were happy despite people shouting remarks as they walked hand in hand around the corridors.

• in 7th year Sirius was afraid.
• But he was going to fight.
• He kept his friends clidr because they were his family and he loved them all do much.
• Lily and James were such good friends now but Sirius knew Lily had a crush on James.
• James was to afraid if breaking their friendship to ask her out.
• So Sirius told Lily to.
• James and lily started dating.

• outside of Hogwarts was scary. The nightmares came back but now they were the same as Remus. Loosing his family because despite blood they were his family.
• but their greatest fear became a reality.
• James parents died and he cried as much as James.
• they left Sirius 30 percent of their will.
• Remus and Peter both got 10 perc to because they were family too.
• Marlene died shortly after James and Lily’s wedding.
• Her intire family were gone and Sirius screamed when he found out because Marlene was like the sun, se was bright and warm and everything was dark without her.
• He wore bright pink to her funeral because they had a bitter joke about it . he got some looks but he made a speech, between sobs he explained that Marlene McKinnon was a brilliant colourful witch and didn’t deserve this, neither did her family.
• He cried when Dorcas was murdered to, not as much as when he did when Marlene died because he wasn’t as close but goddamit the good died young.
• Him and Remus fell apart, and Sirius became paranoid.
• there was a spy in their ranks and Remy’s would be the most Likley to have been recruited.
• The next few months were a string of fighting, blood and loss. The funerals were daily and he couldn’t go to them all but he wished he could.
• harry when he was born was a little ray of light. He saw James and Lily in him but he also saw Marlene and Doracs and all the brave people who were his family.
• when James and Lily died he didn’t have time to scream because he was trying to rescue Harry. he cradled the only thing that was with living for but it was taken away leaving only bitter revenge.
• He was locked away for 12 years with only deaths and regret on his mind.
• he died a fighter, trying for the greater good.
• But as the curse hit him he hated to admit he felt a small sence of realife. The pain would be over.

dickholascage  asked:

i read your most recent fanfiction and it was so cute, i absolutely loved it! i think your writing is great. prompt: Saturday, July 6th, 1957. do with it what you will. (fluff would be nice. lots of fluff. adorable af) thank you! :)

“Ten years? TEN years already?!” George gawked at his older friend. “Ten years, mate.” John chuckled. “I don’t know what t'do for ‘im.” John rubbed his hands together anxiously as he finished his morning tea. “Wouldn’t ‘ave come by this mornin’ if I knew it was yer bloody anniversary.” George laughed uncomfortably, he never cared to get into their personal business much. “S'alright, reckon he’s still asleep anyhow.” John shrugged. “Ten years is a big deal, man. Ye gotta figure somethin’ out, y'know, something romantic, er whatever.” George told him as he stood up, stretching his arms up above his head. “Mm, I know.” John nodded, looking back down to his empty mug. “Well, I’m off t'London today. See ye, good luck.” George spoke with a bit of a chuckle, as if he knew John had absolutely no ideas.

Until he did.

Paul woke up with a long yawn, stretching out his entire body. He felt his leg push up against a large lump at the end of the bed. Paul sat up slowly and put his hand on the lump. “Mornin’ Martha.” He greeted her. Paul looked out the window in his room, standing up and stretching again, to admire the lovely summer day. It wasn’t too often that someone could actually enjoy a nice sunny day in Liverpool, but Paul was riddled with excitement to spend his day outside soaking it all in. Just as Paul got himself dressed, the telephone rang.

“`Ello?” He picked up the receiver. “Good mornin’, baby.” A familiar voice greeted him on the other end. “Oh, hello there.” Paul responded with a smile. “I’m comin’ over. We have an anniversary to celebrate, y'know.” John told him as-a-matter-of-factly. “See you soon, then.” The smile didn’t leave Paul’s face as he hung up the phone. He got himself dressed in his new summer of `67 wardrobe that he loved so much, and waited for his boyfriend to arrive. It didn’t take John long to get there, either. Paul nearly ran to the door to greet John when he heard it open. Of course, John didn’t need to knock anymore.

Martha had gotten to John first though, and when Paul finally got to him he saw the man crouched down and petting his dog. John’s eyes shot up with a smile, and he stood up. Paul was frozen in that spot, he couldn’t move. He was in awe. Paul’s heart had never beat so loud and so fast in his life. He felt like his whole world had crumbled around him and John in that moment, and they were the only thing on the planet. Paul knew his hands were a bit shaky, too. He could feel tears pricking at his eyes, but he fought them back.

John stood in front of him with his slicked back quiff, sticking up as high as it used to in the fifties. He wore a red checkered shirt that Paul recognized all too well. This was the lad he met on July 6th, 1957, standing right in front of him with a smug look on his face. “The names John.” He stuck out his hand to shake Paul’s. Paul finally unfroze and shook the man’s hand. “What’s all this?” Paul asked, his voice shaky and nervous.

John didn’t let go of Paul’s hand, instead he pulled him into his arms in a warm embrace. “Happy 10 years, m'love.” He whispered in his ear. Paul could hear the smile on John’s face based on the way he spoke. Paul felt a loving, gentle hand move up his back slowly. “Happy 10 years, baby.” Paul said quietly, too. John went to pull away from the embrace, but Paul just pulled him back in closer. John heard Paul sniffle a bit as he rested his head on the older man’s shoulder. “Macca?” John questioned him quietly.

“Ten years, ten years ago we met. God, could you imagine if I hadn’t come to see the band? Where would we be now?” Paul nuzzled his face into John’s neck, allowing John to feel his lips move slightly as he spoke. “We would’ve found each other, baby. You’re the one I’m s'pose t'be with. If it wasn’t on July 6th, it would’ve come eventually.” John reassured him. Paul didn’t need to respond to that, nor argue it, because he knew John was right. They were meant to be together.

“We just gonna stand here all day, then?” John asked in a hushed chuckle, his arms gently draped around Paul. Paul pulled away slightly, arms still around John, and looked at him. “You look just like you did on that day.” He smiled softly, giving his boyfriend the once over glance. “Bit older, though.” John winked. “You even put yer contacts in?” Paul looked into John’s eyes as he asked him. “No, I couldn’t be bothered. I can’t see shite right now.” John admitted, causing Paul to laugh that laugh that John was head over heels for. “The things I do to make you happy, Macca!” John pretended to be annoyed and rolled his almost-useless eyes.

“Are you going to kiss me, then?” Paul said, looking into his boyfriends eyes with a glisten of love in his own. “Not yet, we’ve got to go.” John instructed with his hand and a snap of the fingers for Martha to go lay down, which she did happily. John opened the door and gestured for Paul to lead the way. “Where are we goin’?” He asked, heading out the door and locking it behind the two Beatles. “You’ll see, baby.” John opened the car door for Paul, and got in on the drivers side. Paul was giddy with excitement. Sooner than Paul would’ve expected, they pulled up to a familiar church. St. Peter’s, was it?

“What are we doin’ here?” Paul asked as they climbed out of the car. “You’ll see.” John giggled and lead the way. They passed some familiar sights, and headed into the empty church. The room was all empty, almost completely, except for a piano. Paul smiled at the sight. Just as John would expect, Paul sat down at the piano and began tinkering away at the aging, browning keys. John leaned on top of the piano and watched Paul’s magically talented fingers glide effortlessly across the keys. “This is why you brought me here? To serenade you?” Paul looked up at John, without seizing his playing. “No.” John walked around the piano. “Shove off,” He motioned for him to make room. Paul shuffled over on the piano bench for him to sit next to him.

John began playing lightly with one hand, Paul playing with his opposite. “Perfect for me, you are.” John muttered. Paul didn’t respond, he knew what John meant. They could play a piano together and make it work, without any further explanation. They just worked. Together. “So the reason I brought you…” John stopped playing and looked up at Paul. Paul only raised a brow as he too stopped playing. “Here, was the first place we met. Right here,” John points down to the bench the two were sitting on. “Was where we kissed for the first time.” John says, before placing a delicate kiss on the other man’s lips. “Just like that,” Paul smiled as the memory washed over his brain. “And I hope this will be the first and last place you agree to this..” John stood up. “W-what?” Paul stood up too, confused. John opened the top of the piano and pulled out a little box, and got down on one knee.

And that was the first and last place Paul ever agreed to that question.

“Will you marry me, Paul?”

Markiplier Ego Headcanons: The Author/The Host

(Ah, yes, my favorite. So here begins where my universe starts to get a little muddled. Host is a bit of a touchy subject because he has so many ways he is portrayed in the fandom, but I feel like few tap into the fact that I think he is, despite the change, still very much a powerful and rather nefarious character. Let me explain.) 

-Like other egos, Author was created by Mark and has the honor of being the second to be so as of Feb 6, 2013. Unlike the other egos, Author is the only one who was forcibly changed due to life threatening circumstances and backlash from a deal with their resident demonic entity. This means Host was born the day Author was shot, which I believe gives him the new birthday of Aug 20th, 2013. 

-Despite this, only Wilford (and subsequently Dark) know that Host’s actual birthday is technically February 6th, so the pink ego likes to surprise him every year with a single, over-the-top decorated cupcake on his writing desk with a lit candle, sometimes accompanied by the pink being himself, sometimes not. Host doesn’t hold this against Wilford (whose flighty nature makes emotions difficult for him) and the gesture still makes him warm. 

-On the opposite end, Dark likes to celebrate the latter date in a manipulative effort to remind the ego who he now belongs to. While the demon is civil enough to him, it’s still the one day Host dreads every year. (To clarify, Host does not fear Dark. This situation just becomes a chess-driven power play that takes more effort to keep up with than Host is willing to put forth. It’s much easier to let Dark have his fun.) 

-Interestingly enough, during his days as the Author, not only does the man seem to have a pocket dimension he throws his victims into where he can more or less ‘control’ them, he also had various beasts at his beck and call as well. Though the man may have changed, this fact has not, and he still very much has these things available to him as he pleases.

-In fact, thanks to Dark, he can now manifest these monsters into the physical plane. However, he tends to use these beings more as helpers around his library. They are very malleable and tend to change with his moods. When he is calm, so are they. When he is out for blood… Run. Now. Don’t look back. 

-As for the pocket dimension: There is a little brown, leather-bound book hidden atop the highest shelf near his writing desk, set with an ornate golden lock and no key in all of existence to match it. If you receive this as a mysterious package on your doorstep, do not open it. 

-There was a time in which the Host completely lost his mind. Freshly after being saved and remade by Dark, the sudden influx of sensory input, due to his powers being increased nearly a hundred fold, was like being bombarded with all the noise of a carnival crowd, but from inside his own head. It drove him screaming mad and Dark, in true cruel fashion, left him in that cabin until he could get a hold of himself. Host eventually learned to filter the noise to select that which he could enjoy, or at the very least, tolerate. It took approximately three months.

-Controversial statement? I think Host still has his eyes. As I’ve mentioned before, the idea that he does still have them is extremely interesting to me, and infinitely more gruesome. My running theory is that, while Dark didn’t actively take them, his aura corrupted and changed them during Author’s deal, turning them a hollow black (that could be mistaken for empty sockets) and, ultimately the passive tissue rejection is what’s making his eyes bleed. 

-Dipping more into what that could have done, I’ve seen the theory that when Host takes the bandages off, he becomes a seer of sorts depending on what he is looking at at the time, and I love this. The problem with this, however, is that he has great difficulty filtering out all the excessive noise of everything else (because he sees everything, not just what he’s focusing on) and it has great potential to drive him right back into insanity. It also makes his eyes bleed even more profusely the longer he uses it. Even Dark respects this and does not ask Host to do it very often.   

Empty Houses

Having an empty house doesn’t mean that you have no tie whatsoever to what that house rules, it does take away the emphasis that house has.

Empty 1st House (besides the ascendant, of course):

This native tends not to focus on looks and appearance. They may lack a sense of self and are often confused about their identity. They may have a very small ego and lack self confidence.

Empty 2nd House: Not materialistic at all. They just do their own thing and don’t care about their belongings the way most people do. They may thoroughly enjoy trips due to their lack of care about their possessions. 

Empty 3rd House:

These natives tend not to think before they speak. They are impulsive in their interactions. People with an empty 3rd house are the most likely to randomly go on a roadtrip for the weekend.

Empty 4th House: 

This native may often disagree with their family. They don’t emphasize a super important relationship with their family; it’s not their top priority. Your family may have such little issues that the native doesn’t feel a need to focus on their family too often- or it could be that they have so many issues you don’t want to deal with it.

Empty 5th House: 

This placement may be a bit of a party animal. They could have a laid-back approach to parenting- yet they are still devoted parents. This native may not express themselves creatively or in an outward fashion. 

Empty 6th House:

Work and health issues are not necessarily prominent, but treated with carefulness and sensitivity. Natives may not be super grounded and can be a bit reckless. 

Empty 7th House:

Relationships are not vital for this native. They are independent. Yet, when they do find the one/become close with a friend, this relationship may come with great importance over time. They like to express themselves and some dislike relationships because they don’t like to be tied down.

Empty 8th House:

Focused on becoming the best version of themselves possible. They like intimacy and sharing themselves with another person. You are not overly concerned with what the 8th house rules- especially death. 

Empty 9th House:

These natives are wanderers. They love to travel, especially for business. This person can be very idealistic. They may also be interested in other cultures and/or philosophy. 

Empty 10th House:

This person loves leisurely activities and relaxation. They would just love to travel far and wide and have the time of their lives. They may be easily discouraged and this can result in ending up with a job the native did not want.

Empty 11th House:

I can summarize an empty 11th house native in four words; a few close friends. This native doesn’t care much about popularity and would instead prefer to stick with a few close people that they trust. 

Empty 12th House: 

These natives are often happy-go-lucky; but they can still have many issues- mainly family issues. They tend to build themselves up and let the others tear them down instead of themselves.

3 ways to train during your summer break

You know that moment when school’s out and you’re free from school and all other obligations for almost 2 months?

Originally posted by futuretage

I hate it.

Summer is pretty cool. You get to laze around as a kid and as a grown-up work is mostly quiet because a lot of people are on a holidy. Don’t get me wrong, I love that part, but…

I don’t know what it’s like at your dojo, but mine closes for 1,5/2 months to save in on the costs. Kids won’t show up to class anyways, the sensei get a break from their teaching responsibilities (yay for me…) and it leaves a bit of money to pay for members who want to go to events in the coming season.

All good ideas and great and stuff and

“Aargh let me train already!”

A quote by me, 1,5 week after the summer break started.

I can’t hold myself back. After being injured and not being back on my best yet I need to train. Three months after I returned, summer comes in and puts me back at square one.

Originally posted by superfinetrio

So: What to do when you’re stuck in a summer break?

Don’t fear my lovelies, there is hope!

I’m gonna give you 3 tips to survive your summer! This is what I did:

1. I signed up at another dojo. Not permanently or anything. They had a card that you can train over summer for a special price. It’s a big gym with martial arts rooms included. Nice thick tatami too!
One of my sensei teaches there, a 6th DAN who happens to be one of my old sensei from when I was still a teen. Lucky me!

Originally posted by dragonballgif

2. I realize #1 is a luxury, not everyone can afford this. And trust me, I couldn’t always either! So, when I didn’t have this luxury, I formed a group with my karate peers and trained on our own. People who wanted to keep in shape over summer. We ran always at least 3km (and I hate running), stretched and did techniques on cushions, kata and sometimes even kumite. Just, out in the open, in a park. You feel a lot less weird when you’re not alone, trust me.

Originally posted by zhuli


3. Now normally I train around 3 to 4 times a week so now I am bound to once per week I tend to get a little…. impatient. So I intensified my studies. If you’re wondering about a technique or a kata or whatever, now is the time to study and compare the many high level sensei and their opinions. Show the results of your study to your own sensei when you get the chance, it will help you improve. Not just your techniques, but also your mindset.

Last but not least: summer doesn’t last forever.  

Originally posted by animefoodissugoi

If you can’t do any of these things (which I slightly doubt), you’re just gonna have to be patient and enjoy your time off!