the summer i was eight years old

What shouldn’t be, is

Originally posted by a-study-in-timey-wimey

A/N: here you go chapter 1 of this story earlier than i expected but that’s only because i couldn’t sleep really. Anyway yes Remus was the winner he does deserve all the love in the world, that cinnamon roll damn him for being so cute and lovable, so enjoy and give me feed back and I am still taking requests just to let you know

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 At four years old I lost my parents. I was found by a giant, cuddling my baby brother who was only one. I may not have understood it at the time but the giant known as Hagrid told me that my parents went to heaven so my brother and I have to stay with our aunt and uncle, it was that moment that I swore to myself to always protect Harry.

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Seven years later and I’m eleven years old, my birthday only being two days after school finishes and summer starts, my brother Harry only eight. My life with the Dursley’s wasn’t great but they did treat me better than harry, aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon only really treat me like they do because I am the closest thing to a daughter that they’ve got and my cousin Dudley is scared of me so he does pick on me or call me names, as much as he does to harry but even then when Dudley does pick on harry I’m there to tell Dudley off, I am older of course. I was coming down the stairs collecting the mail on my way to the kitchen noticing that I have a letter, I pause in the doorway of the kitchen, pushing my glasses further up my face, on this letter it had the exact location of my bedroom which was creepy. I turn it over and see a waxed seal with an emblem embedded into it, this emblem had a lion, snake, badger and a raven on it with the words ‘Hogwarts of witchcraft and wizardry’ confused I asked my aunt and uncle,

“Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon? What’s this?” holding the letter up for them to see, catching the attention of everyone in the room including harry Dudley and aunt petunia and uncle Vernon, and when I see the horrendous looks on their faces I become scared.

“It’s nothing rose just give me the letter and don’t worry about it again okay?” she told me with a slight nervous tone

“Okay” hesitantly giving her the letter. Walking aver to harry in the kitchen and telling him to sit down at the table and that I’ll handle breakfast.

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how, when i was eight, nine, ten years old, i did love ‘the four seasons’ with frankie valli’s unforgettable lead singing and the wonderful harmonies of the group. i was perhaps rather young to be listening to music that was aimed at teenagers,  but that didn’t matter to me. when i hear it today, i always think of the pointy italian shoes that the boys wore then, the brylcreem in their hair, the long summer twilit nights of violet , with the moths fluttering around the streetlamps, the soft air perfumed with jasmine.

for @assholemalums and @cashtonconspiracy‘s summer!5sos blurb night!!

“Who are you staring at?” Zoe yelled loudly. Her stubby fingers came up to wave frantically in front of your face. You cringed at her tone, looking down at the eight-year-old and forcing a smile. You loved the girls, obviously, but they were so painfully oblivious sometimes. 

“No one,” you lied, lifting your left shoulder before it slumped back down, “I was just looking at the menu.” 

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When I was about seven or eight years old I was tested for all kinds of allergies,and found out I was allergic to a whole list of tree pollens and grass pollens. And cats. So for the next three years I was put on a regular regimen of allergy shots to desensitize myself.

It’s now several decades later, and my pollen allergies are much lessened. Last summer I never took a single OTC allergy medication, and barely sniffled during what in the past was my peak allergy season.

I’m thinking I want to get retested. And if I’m okay with cats, then dammit, I’m going to get a cat.

just us two - luke hemmings (part 9)

Luke knew that parenthood was never going to be easy when his girlfriend left him standing in the delivery ward with their baby clasped in his hands. his 5 year old daughter striking up a feud with the son of a coldly beautiful single mum was not a complication he had anticipated though. nor was falling in love with her.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8


‘And I’ll be back around eight okay?’ Y/N asked as she whirled around the bedroom, re-tying her hair, touching up lipstick, gathering piles of papers and sorting through folders.

‘And you’re also going to remember to breathe before then, alright?’ Luke chuckled lightly, stopping Y/N in her flurry of activity by placing his hands on her shoulders. ‘You’ve done so much preparation for this case you’ll be fine.’

‘Well I don’t just need to be fine…’ Y/N said worriedly, distracted eyes drifting to the papers still scattered over the bed.

‘You’ll be perfect.’ Luke corrected himself, leaning down to press a reassuring kiss to her lips.

‘I love you.’ She smiled once he had pulled away, a noticeable calm now smoothing her features. As the weeks wore on between them the freedom of saying those three words, without having to remember the people they’d been said to before, increased and their conversations were filled with them.

‘I love you too.’ He smiled back, a familiar flutter in his chest as he looked at Y/N. ‘Now not to bring back the panic but…’ he gestured with a nod of his head to the clock on the wall.

‘Shit, shit, oh my god you’re right I’m going to be late!’ Y/N exclaimed, pushing past Luke to throw the rest of the papers haphazardly in her bag and dash down the stairs.

‘I said no more panicking!’ he couldn’t help but laugh as he followed her at a more sedate pace.

‘Bye Sammy! Bye Luna!’ Y/N called into the kitchen as she tugged on her shoes.

‘Bye mommy!’ they called back in unison, happily ignoring her panic as they ate their breakfast.

‘Bye Luke!’ Y/N said finally as she dashed out the door.

‘Wait! Y/N you forgot something!’ Luke yelled as he followed her across the drive.

‘What? Is it my laptop? Have I…’ before Y/N could finish Luke dipped his head down and kissed her deeply.

‘You forgot that.’ He said simply, unable to keep the grin off his face.

‘Honestly if I wasn’t such a sucker for all this romantic shit you pull Hemmings you would be so dead right now.’ Y/N half laughed, half sighed.

‘There she is, making empty threats at me, that’s the woman I fell in love with.’ Luke laughed outright.

‘Okay I’m actually leaving now, any more dramatic love proclamations and you’re getting run over.’ Y/N warned with a grin as she climbed into the car.

‘I got my goodbye kiss that’s all I wanted.’ He held his hands up in surrender to her. ‘See you tonight.’ He finished with a wave as she rolled her eyes at him, turning round a moment later to blow him a kiss.

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@taylorswift Hi Taylor, I’m sure you scroll through and see posts like this all of the time, but if you have a minute, I’d really appreciate if you could read this. I have been a fan of yours since the very first time I heard you sing, which was in the summer of 2006 when I heard “Tim McGraw.” I was about eight or nine years old at the time (the song came out a little under a week before my ninth birthday), and it immediately caught my attention. Not only was my nine-year-old heart smitten with the lyrics, but I’ve been a fan of Tim McGraw for my entire life, and can honestly say that “Don’t Take the Girl” is one of my favorite songs of all time. I have to admit, though I loved “Tim McGraw,” I did not know who you were until “Teardrops on My Guitar” was released. My mom and I heard that song on the radio and fell in love, especially when the radio dj mentioned that “Teardrops” was written by the same girl who sang “Tim McGraw.” Unfortunately, the dj did not mention your name, and it took about six more times of hearing the song on the radio before they mentioned your name (I have no idea why my mom and I didn’t think to just google it, apparently the Internet wasn’t our top priority in 2006). We went out and bought your album the next day. And so began this ten-years-and-counting journey. Your debut album was the first record that I ever truly fell in love with, and was the beginning of me discovering my own music taste, separate from my parents; becoming a fan of you and your music was something that was completely my own. The Fearless deluxe album was one of my favorite Christmas gifts the year that it came out. “The Best Day” is one of my favorite songs that you have ever written, but I will say that I almost always skip it when I hear it, because it makes me emotional. I have a relationship with my mom that I think is very similar to the relationship that you have with your mom. She’s my absolute best friend. The second verse strikes a chord with me because I had friends in middle school who would randomly ignore me with no explanation whatsoever, but my mom has always been there. We didn’t get to see your Fearless show at Gillette Stadium, but we did see Speak Now. My mom and I went to the Speak Now rain show where we got to dance in the pouring rain and sing our hearts out. I will never, ever forget when we were walking toward the exit of the stadium, we stopped and watched as you and your band sang “Long Live,” as we looked on from directly across the stadium. It was a truly magical experience, and both of us will always be grateful to you for giving us that moment. My younger sister became a fan when she got a bit older, and it’s safe to say that my dad is also a devoted fan. The four of us had tickets to see the Red concert at Gillette, which all served as our birthday gifts that year (my sixteenth and my sister’s thirteenth), but there was a pretty horrible mix up. I wrote on the calendar that the show was on a Saturday, turns out our tickets were for the Friday night show. It was not my shining moment, but you’ll be happy to know that that mistake was the topic of a few college/scholarship essays, so at least that helped. Unfortunately for me, my friends, family, and coworkers will never let me live it down. I did learn a great life lesson: always triple check the date on your concert ticket, and you should probably have someone else check just to be safe. Finally, my mom, my sister, and I were able to attend the 1989 tour, which was nothing short of something like a Broadway production. All in all, I wanted to write this post as a thank you to you. Thank you for giving me countless memories, for being a wonderful role model, and for teaching me that it’s always best to be myself. Thank you for being a friend to me when my middle school friends didn’t act like friends. Thank you being the first person to truly make me love music, and to understand the emotional power of a song. “Fearless is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears.” “…I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest…There is a time for silence, there is a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it. I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now.” “Isn’t is wild and intriguing and beautiful to think that very day we are new? …I hope you know that you’ve given me the courage to change. I hope you know that who you are is who you goose to be, and that whispers behind your back don’t define you. You are the only one who gets to decide hat you will be remembered for.” Thank you for saying all of these things, and I hope that you know that you’ve given us the courage to change as well. I turn 19 this upcoming Friday, and just yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of “Tim McGraw.” It’s crazy to think that it’s been a decade. It’s even crazier, in the most wonderful of ways, to think that you and your music have been present in over half of my life. So thank you for playing a part in influencing the person that I am becoming. I’m still trying to figure that out.

xoxo, Katelyn

P.S. If you actually see this and happen to read through this novel-length post, I’d love to be able to meet you someday, and thank you in person for everything.

the signs as summer things
  • aries: fourth of july fireworks
  • taurus: all nighters at sleepovers
  • gemini: amusement parks
  • cancer: popsicles on a hot day
  • leo: summer flings and beach hair
  • virgo: no school, no stress
  • libra: bikinis, flip flops, and pool parties
  • scorpio: catching fireflies in the middle of the night
  • sagittarius: water sprinklers and screaming like an eight year old
  • capricorn: roadtrips and vacations
  • aquarius: collecting seashells
  • pisces: the ocean and sealife
Fic: A tale as old as you and I (The Vampire Diaries; Stefan/Caroline)

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Caroline Forbes/Stefan Salvatore

Summary: Stefan Salvatore meets Caroline Forbes aged eight years old. And not one of them knows.

Author’s note: So big thank you for all the positive words of encouragement at my mini meltdown and bout of anxiety over this piece yesterday. I’ve decided, after much thought, to keep this as one piece and leave it as how it should be read. All 11K+ words of it. I hope you like it.

 

 

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June 22nd 1856

Mystic Falls, Virginia

 

 

 

 

“Damon?”

He’s answered by the sound of birdsong and buzzing insects.

The summer heat has the thin cotton of his shirt sticking to his back, his throat is parched and his small legs are aching from however long they have been out here. He can’t tell the time, Father having not gifted him a pocket watch yet.

Too expensive and not for little boys, he’d been told.

And besides, he’d laughed, “You boy? Know how to tell the time, do you?”

Why yes, he does. Damon had taught him last winter when they had been trapped indoors with little to do and much time to while away. But he hadn’t told him so, knows Father would have considered it an impertinence.

“Brother?” he calls again, “Please come out, I do not wish to play any more.”

Again, nothing but the sound of summer bringing the woods of Mystic Falls alive meets his call.

He tries not to panic.

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But have you taken a moment to consider wee!Dean and Cas in the summer? They play outside until it gets dark, and run through peoples sprinklers and get popsicle juice all over them, and Mary insists both of them have to wear sunscreen, and while Dean complains Castiel applies it carefully to them both.

But then Dean gets the completely awesome idea that “Cas, you know what we could do? We could make faces.”

Next thing you know, two eight year-olds are parading around the neighbourhood with red shoulders and chests but for the pale rings of skin around their nipples and the lines across their bellies. Yes, Cas informs everyone proudly, they have indeed tanned smiley faces on their torsos. Isn’t it ingenious? It was all Dean’s idea.

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Get to know me meme revisited : 3/15 Celebrity Crushes → Patrick Flueger

“I’ve been in a play once in the summer with a couple of friends and I was like eight years old and I don’t know. I really had a good time, you know and it was something I just kept doing and it wasn’t necessarily something I wanted to pursue as a career as an eight year old but I definitely enjoyed it and I was lucky enough to grow old in a community that really supported the arts and gave you a lot of opportunities as a child to explore the craft of acting, so yeah.”

It was September 8th, 1998. I was eight years old, that’s the day I first saw Pokémon on Kids WB. Ever since that day Pokémon became a huge part of my life. On December 25th, 1999 I got my first Pokémon Game, Pokémon Yellow with a Gameboy Color. After that I have travel far and wide with my beloved Pikachu throughout kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova and the Kalos region. We have become champions, we managed to catch them all and we defeated multiple villains. On summer 2013 I decided to made a blog dedicated to the love I have for this franchise, a franchise that became my escape from all my problems and worries, a franchise that helped me determine my passion, a franchise that helped me make friends not just where I am from but around the globe. Thank you @pokemon for all these 20 years of great memories, adventures and friendship!

What We Know of Season Four

I’m going to add to this throughout all of the summer. Feel free to reblog and remind me what I have missed as well as sources! Together, we’ll know E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

  • OLIVER GETS A NEW SUIT AND WILL BE CALLED THE GREEN ARROW
  • The Villian for Season 4 is HIVE, headed by RAG’s old nemisis, Damian Darkh, played by Neal McDonough. (could or could not be Felicity’s Father)
  • Oliver’s public figure will come into more focus in season 4
  • Oliver is more relaxed, having been able to cast off some of the weight of the past eight years.
  • Deadshot killed John Diggle’s brother Andy, as conscripted by HIVE
  • Magic will come to play a little bit in Arrow
  • LOT characters will appear in Arrow/Flash to be built up before their Series begins
  • Felicity is CEO of PT QC
  • A woman named Patty who loves her daughter will be running for Mayor (perhaps pitted against Oliver?)
  • The Premier will begin with Oliver Running
  • Something is wrong with Speedy.
  • The Trust between Dig and Oliver is strained
  • Oliver has a mole feeding him information
  • Lyla will be head of ARGUS
  • Diggle is getting ID Concealer
  • Dig is head of team while Olicity is away
  • Diggle may potentially train Thea
  • People that haven’t interacted much will (Thelicity)
  • According to Stephen Amell, the first 3 episodes of Season 4 will be bigger than either the Season 2 or Season 3 finale.
  • Felicity will have her own storyline. According to Emily Bett Rickards, “Felicity has ambitions to be her own version of a superhero.  We meet her dad.”
  • David Ramsey has said that, “Season 4 will be his Season.”  

Anything else?

wow….. i also had half-blood prince spoiled for me by an annoying asshole when i went back to school in september of 2005………… i have honestly never related to a danisnotonfire video so much in my life…….. literally i am in pain just thinking about the incident

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Patrick Dempsey on Grey's Anatomy: 'I was ready to move on' | EW

Derek, who?

It’s only been eight months since Patrick Dempsey’s iconic character, Dr. Derek Shepherd, was killed off on Grey’s Anatomy, but a whole lot has changed for the 49-year-old actor: After a successful summer of racing for Porsche, Dempsey snagged a high-profile role in Bridget Jones’s Baby (out Sept. 16). EW recently sat down for an exclusive chat with Dempsey in London to talk about his new role as billionaire entrepreneur Jack Qwant, and how it feels like a lifetime ago that he walked away from the beloved role he played for 11 years on ABC.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Can you reflect on 2015?
PATRICK DEMPSEY: It’s been an incredible year. The objectives this season with the racing were achieved. It was perfect. Making the transition out of Grey’s Anatomy and focusing 100 percent on the racing made a big difference. It just showed me that you have to concentrate, and not spread everything so much.

There have been rumors that you are going to quit racing.
I think there are so many rumors that are absolutely ridiculous. Quit what, racing? Oh God, no. Absolutely not. I didn’t quit anything. People want to put everything in a box. Real life isn’t like that. The season is over. We’re going make an announcement of what we’re doing very soon. I’ll continue on with Porsche, certainly. I had a great relationship with them.  It’s been a great year.  

How did it feel jumping into a movie after doing TV for so long?
Oh, it’s completely reinvigorated me. I’ve enjoyed it immensely. I think the pace of it is really good. Getting back to something that has a beginning, a middle, and an end. And it’s very collaborative and it’s organic in how it comes together, how it changes and evolves. It’s just a completely different approach. With the show, you’re just grinding it out to get through it. In this instance, you take the time to walk through things. I really love it.  

Did your team do some hand-wringing over how you would follow up Grey’s?
It just kind of came about. They were very accommodating and made it possible to for me to continue on racing, which was my objective this year.

What did you think about the reaction from fans to your departure from Grey’s?
I knew it would be heavy like that. I didn’t realize until we did our interview that it was really over. It started to dawn on me that this is coming to an end, which is why I think I was so moved by it. It was the first time I really stepped back and was starting to witness and to reflect on what had happened. That was the first time I was really saying goodbye to [Derek]. And I wasn’t at all surprised with how people reacted.

Did you read some of the reactions?
A little bit. And then I was pretty much done with it. You know, I was ready to move on and then I was focused on racing. When everything started happening, I was out of the country anyway and I was racing, which was a good distraction.

Has anybody said they’ve missed you?
Yes, lots of people. “It’s good to see you’re alive” is the comment you get. And I’m like, “Yes, I’m very much alive in reruns.” I think that was the thing. People were really invested in that relationship. It’s like that with Bridget Jones, too. I think there’s that emotional investment with people.

Does it feel now like it was worlds away, when you left Grey’s Anatomy?
Oh completely like that, without question. Very happy to have moved on with a different chapter in my life.

Would you still consider doing TV again?
I think I would consider anything. I just think you have to be open, to see what happens and what comes along.

In November, Shonda Rhimes appeared on Larry Wilmore’s show on Comedy Central and was asked if she ever killed off a character because she didn’t like the actor. She said yes. Do you think she was talking about you?
I think she loves being provocative and that’s fine for who she is. That gets people talking about all the stuff that she’s doing.  She’s an amazing woman who is incredibly productive. She’s promoting a book. She’s promoting three shows. And she’s emerging as the star of all of these things. I think she knows how to deal with the media and what she needs to say to get the response that she’s looking for. She’s very savvy.  

Would you like to continue making romantic comedies?
I’d like to do more. Romantic comedies as a genre are a bit lost at the moment. Collin Firth and I were talking about this. You look back at the movies that were done in the ’30s and the ’40s and the writing and the quality of the writing. It’s a bit of a lost genre. So, I would be open to that and I’m known for that. And that’s okay. But I certainly would love to do a thriller. I would love to do something that’s an action movie.

“I love you”

The words were said with the sort of intensity that, while unusual for most eight year olds, was perfectly normal for the blue eyed Novak child and therefore didn’t faze his best friend in the slightest.

“Boys don’t love boys Cas” Dean Winchester pointed out, glancing over at his friend who was sprawled beside him on the grass, both of them basking in the warmth of the summer sun.

“Gabriel says they do” Cas clarified, already having asked his big brother if it was alright that he loved Dean.

“Gabe is an idiot” Dean shrugged, turning back to face the blue skies.

“Well yes” Cas agreed, now frowning at the possibility that his eighteen year old brother was playing another prank on him.

“Also, If boys love boys, what are girls for?” Dean questioned, trying to give Gabriel the benefit of the doubt after having dismissed him so carelessly before.

“I don’t know Dean” Cas confessed, now more convinced that Gabriel was indeed messing with him.

Dean simply huffed and closed his eyes, not bothering himself with conversation any longer while Cas shifted slightly to face his best friend, once again with his perpetual frown. Gabe might have been joking, but Castiel was not. He did love Dean, of that he was sure.

Decision made, he declared firmly “well, I love you”

Something that simple was not worth over thinking. He loved Dean and that’s all that mattered. By his side, Dean Winchester’s green eyes blinked open and settled on him, the other eight year old silently studying Cas for a couple of seconds, their gaze holding like it always did.

“Guess that’s okay” Dean finally informed, also not particularly inclined to exert his brain cells.

An eavesdropping Gabriel simply rolled his eyes at the pair of them, saving the story for the inevitable best man speech that was coming his way fifteen years down the line, completely willing to wait that long to demand the credit he was due.

A True Ghost Story | Jayme Karales

What I’m about to tell you is the most boring ghost story ever told. It’s boring because it’s true. Every word of it. When the time comes, many years down the road, I will lay on my death bed and swear to it, unlike Cory in the House’s Kyle Massey, who was paid to spout lies on Celebrity Ghost Stories. Shame on you, Kyle Massey. Shame.

It was the summer of 2000. Richard Hatch was fighting his way to the final two on Survivor, George W. Bush and Al Gore were in a heated campaign, and people were just getting around to renting The Sixth Sense on VHS because DVDs were too expensive.I was 9 years old. My mother, at the time, worked nights and because of that I was permitted a lengthy curfew. Most kids around that age were allowed out until seven or eight at night. I, however, was allowed out until 10:00PM — but only if I stayed within the general vicinity of our back yard.

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In the summer of 1961, Ted was 14 years old; he would turn 15 in November. He told Dr. Dorothy Otnow Lewis that when he was … “twelve, fourteen, fifteen… in the summer… something happened, something, I’m not sure what it was… I would fantasize about coming up to some girl sunbathing in the woods, or something innocuous like that… I was beginning to get involved in what they would call, developed a preference for what they call, autoerotic sexual activity,” he told her. “A portion of my personality was not fully… it began to emerge… by the time I realized how powerful it was, I was in big trouble… ”

Eight-year-old Ann Marie Burr disappeared from her Tacoma, Washington home in the summer of 1961.

Excerpt from “Ted and Ann” by Rebecca Morris

I’m volunteering at an English as a Second Language summer camp this month, and it’s been super interesting to observe the kids when I’m taking care of them and playing with them.

Most of them can communicate to some degree in English, even if they’re more comfortable in another language, but when they don’t know how to say something, they usually end up translating word for word, with some very interesting results.

We were cleaning up after camp today, and one of the eight-year-old Chinese girls saw us using a combination lock. She asked us, “It’s how much?” and I didn’t quite understand what she was asking until I translated it word for word back to Chinese – 是多少?meaning, What’s the combination?

These kids are making me consider language through another point of view and making me consciously realize aspects of languages that normally I would’ve just taken for granted, and I absolutely love that.