this is kind of how i feel about the weather right now

karatam  asked:

I sometimes wonder if within the Star Wars universe, bringing balance to the force means being able to use both the Light and the Dark without falling 100% into either side. Like, Rey being pulled to the Dark because it has something she needs, but maintaining her moral compass and compassion and urge to do good. idk it always seemed odd that an order all about balance only placed emphasis on one side of the spectrum 1/2

Tho it might just be a misunderstanding on my part. Is the Dark a separate part of the Force that Force-sensitive people can manipulate, different from the Light part? Or is that just what it’s called when you use the Force for purely selfish reasons? 2/2

oh my friend you have unleashed such a can of worms i am so sorry please bear with me.

there are two answers to your question, one of which is “what we get from the series so far” and the other one being My Obviously Correct Headcanons And Opinions.

In the past, the Dark Side has been pretty much exclusively categorized as “what happens when you use the Force for purely selfish reasons.” That power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely, so the more you let your anger and resentment and personal need fuel your use of the Force, the more twisted you and it will become. that an act of weakness CREATES a darker seed of weakness within, to be continually exploited.

but that’s always been an inherently unsatisfactory definition–not because of what it implies about corruption, but because of what it identifies as the root of that corruption. it’s been frustrating as far back as Yoda’s lessons on Dagobah, where he told Luke that interfering in order to save his friends would make him vulnerable to the dark side for ???reasons??

It’s wrong to lash out in fear. It’s destructive to let your negative emotions be the sole source of your strength. all of that makes sense.

but where do you draw the line between selfishness and selflessness? Where do you find the boundaries on the spectrum from compassion, to caring, to possessiveness, to obsession?

the OT and PT never really gave us satisfactory answers to these questions–only vague pseudo-buddhist notions about how wanting things will make you miserable and terrible, probably, and that true balance means neutrality. means never having personal investment. and that’s just not how people work. so if we’re going by the idea that that’s the Jedi way, then yeah– the Jedi do need to end.

but as Luke said– the idea that the light side of the force will go away if the Jedi Order becomes obsolete is ridiculous.

so where does that leave us, in canon?

well, if the light side of the force stands for life, growth, connection, and peace, then that would seem to imply that the dark side must stand for death, decay, fractured society, and violence. this means that balance of the Force isn’t just some neutral value, because the Force itself isn’t value neutral. the Force isn’t weather–the Force is the collective intention and interconnectedness of all sentient consciousness. you can’t blame a hurricane for killing people because that’s just what hurricanes do. Hurricanes can’t decide. but people DO. and that’s what makes it the Dark Side of the Force–it’s the decisions behind the actions.

and yet.

so much of where the PT failed was that it did such a poor job of showing us what it actually set out to show us: how a good man, Anakin Skywalker, became corrupted by the dark side. what the PT ends up saying is “he wanted to end slavery so much that he became a fascist; he loved his mom and his wife and that made him Terrible.” which– what the hell kind of lesson is that? We never actually saw that thing click in his head where it suddenly became okay for him to kill younglings. We watched it happen, but I never bought a moment where he gave in, because I never saw how his weaknesses as a good man–how his desire to protect and defend made him selfish and possessive–turn into something outright violent against people who had nothing to do with him. they never sold me on the connection.

but the sequels… they’re doing something different.

the consensus in the OT and PT seemed to be that it’s terrifyingly easy to succumb to the dark side. that you could be minding your own business having friends and wanting good safe things for them and one day you could trip and fall and that would turn you evil. i never vibed with that.

the ST, though… over and over again, what I see it saying is that it’s hard to be evil. It’s hard, and it sucks, and it kills everything good in you. that’s why Finn rejects it; that’s why Kylo Ren is so fucking miserable all the time. but it also demonstrates that there’s something so inherently compelling about using the Force to get what you want that once you’ve gone far enough, the idea of losing it is so incomprehensible you’d do anything–you’d do the worst thing–just to keep it from happening.

(Worth noting: the first Force power Rey ever uses is the Jedi Mind Trick. the first thing out of her mouth when Luke asks her what the Force is is “a way to make people do what you want.”)

it would be the easiest thing in the world for Ben Solo to be the golden boy of the Republic. that life was handed to him on a platter–all he had to do was stay there. all he had to do was take it. even now, Rey is still telling him: the door is open. the life you left behind is right there, waiting for you, needing you, if only you’d be willing to do the work to take it back.

so much of Kylo’s dialogue is talking about how he feels conflict, the pull towards the light, how his only goal is to kill the good in him, kill the past, kill all his ties to his obligation to morality. but it’s a constant fucking struggle for him. you don’t just trip and fall into evil. you have to choose it, every day.

and if that’s true–that tells me so much more about “the dark side” than the other films ever did. it’s not that caring is a curse, because Ben Solo killed his caring a long time ago. it’s that once you’ve had a taste of whatever it is that made Kylo Ren powerful enough to stop a blaster shot in midair and hold it there for five minutes, while carrying on an entire, quite distracting conversation–that once you have that, it digs so deep in you you can’t give it up. it’s a disease, the same way that an addiction is a disease. and with the Force behind it, it has the power to feed itself.

and you’ll never get well from an illness you have no interest in a cure for. so you keep digging deeper into the dark, because even if it’s hard, even if it tears you apart inside, the dark can give you things the light never will. and most of all, it’s convinced you that those are the things you should want.

what i think we might be heading towards–what i would LOVE to see us heading towards– is the conclusion that we’ve been incorrectly defining the Dark Side this whole time.

if I have a rope, I can use it as a lifeline or as a noose. that doesn’t tell me anything about the rope. it tells me about me. 

Evil corrupts. Malice makes you strike first, strike hardest, strike in arbitrary anger. Trauma warps your sense of reality and makes it hard to distinguish between healthy and unhealthy, between acting for for your own survival and actively undermining your own self-interest. Wrath makes you act so that the punishment far outstrips the crime. Jealousy tells you that the things you love belong to you. Hate makes you want to destroy the things you don’t understand. Vengefulness makes you mistake personal satisfaction for justice.

but the Force… I don’t think the Force does any of that. it can be used as a vehicle to get you there faster, but that doesn’t mean that part of the Force is dark and used for dark things only. It means that you MAKE it dark when you USE it for the dark. 

Balance means harmony, not discord. the Force in balance needs must tend toward the light not because death is evil and must be avoided at all costs, but because life, uninterrupted until its natural end, is life as life was intended.

death isn’t the dark side. death is the Force in balance.

murder is the dark side, because it’s using the Force for something it was never meant to be used for, on purpose, for wrong, for personal gain. and no wonder it’s powerful, because the Force is always powerful–it’s all life and thought and spirit that exists! but that doesn’t mean the Force wants you to do a certain amount of bad things and the universe would fall apart otherwise. it means the Force needs people to tell the difference, because that’s all the Force has ever been: the interconnectedness of sentience.

the Force doesn’t tell us what to think. we tell it what to think. and the Force doesn’t need murder any more than people do. 


365 Days of Journaling

This year I am comitted to journaling every day. To make sure I am inspired to write I’ve compiled a list of prompts using journaling prompts, list prompts and self-discovery questions. Feel free to use!

365 Days of Journaling

1. Your New Year’s Resolutions.

2. Personal fact file.

3. Review of 2014

4. How can you treat yourself more gently this year? Things you could lighten up on yourself about?

5. List 5 simple activities to nurture yourself.

6. What do you need to stop worrying about?

7. Secret

8. What do you repeatedly re-evaluate? Can you let it go?

9. List things you should be proud of.

10. What negative phrases do you say about your body? Can you replace them with positive affirmations about your body?

11. List 10 things your body does that is amazing.

12. How are you sleeping?

13. Friendship

14. In my heart I know the one way I can nurture my bod more this year is ___.

15. What makes you feel loved and cared for?

16. How does social media affect you?

17. List your greatest comforts.

18. Book Review

19. Design your outdoor area/garden.

20. Who do you want to surround yourself with this year?

21. An artist that inspires you.

22. List current and future goals and dreams.

23. What’s something you do differently to other people?

24. List what you are grateful for.

25. What’s something you want to do but haven’t?

26. Imagination.

27. List things you do to procrastinate.

28. Do you feel worthy of nurturing and gentle care? How does it feel for you to say ‘I am deserving of loving care. I take time to take care of myself?’

29. List words that touch your soul.

30. I wish animals could…… If they could, then…..

31. Has your greatest fear come true?

32. Never have I ever list.

33. What’s holding you back?

34. List dream jobs.

35. Favourite recipe.

36. List fictional characters with whom you have fallen in love.

37. Focus.

38. I am inspired by…

39. Your favourite flower?

40. Movie Review.

41. ‘If I won the lottery’ list.

42. In this moment are you happy?

43. Hope.

44. List things you like to do when you’re sick.

45. Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?

  1. 46.  ‘If I ruled the world’ list.

47. Words to live by.

48. I wish I had one more chance to….. Then I would…..

49. 5 things you want in a relationship.

50. My overused words and phrases.

51. Dream.

52. Recipe for a perfect weekend.

53. Make a table, 10 things you love and hate about your body.

54. List your greatest achievements.

55. Doodle here.

56. What’s your happiest childhood memory?

57. In ten years from now where would you like to be?

58. What’s your perfect trip?

59. When have you felt most passionate?

60. Your skills.

61. I wish I could forget the time I ….. because….

62. Book Review.

63. Believe.

64. If not now – when?

65. Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?

66. Do you feel like you’ve lived this day before?

67. Write a letter, Dear Past Me.

68. What would you wish for if a genie granted you 3 wishes?

69. The most disappointed I’ve ever been…

70. What scares you?

71. Mystery.

72. 10 television shows.

73. Nobody knows that I…

74. Your favourite scent?

75. Do you cope with stress? How?

76. List your essentials.

77. Plan a romantic evening.

78. Your saddest memory?

79. What’s the difference between being alive and truly living?

80. Mistake.

81. I wish I had a million… Then I would…

82. List books.

83. Decide upon a three course meal.

84. If we learn from mistakes why are we so frightened of making them?

85. What’s something you’ve learnt today?

86. What was your favourite school subject?

87. 10 celeb crushes.

88. The most fun I’ve ever had…

89. What are you looking forward to?

90. List places you want to go.

91. Laughter.

92. Describe each day of the week as if it was a person?

93. Are you a worrier?

94. The tattoos you have?

95. 10 things to do before your next birthday. (95)

96. Who was your best friend?

97. List favourite quotes.

98. Favourite colour combos.

99. Movie review.

100. Who do you admire?

101. I wish I could learn….. because…..

102. Look through a magazine – what images stand out?

103. The biggest lie I’ve ever told is…

104. Favourite animation.

105. Something out of reach…

106. A mistake you won’t make again?

107. Wisdom.

108. List things that feel like home.

109. I am…

110. I’m not very good at…

111. List things you want to be known for.

112. What was your favourite toy?

113. Your character traits.

114. Pause.

115. Describe your dream job.

116. Write a letter, Dear Future Me.

117. Make an A-Z list of things that you want to do.

118. Write about your first job?

119. Adventure.

120. List of websites.

121. Ways to waste time…

122. Table of Do’s and Don’ts

123. Your make-up bag?

124. What’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done?

125. What makes you miserable?

126. Energy.

127. Things you find beautiful?

128. There’s no excuse for…

129. The most terrifying moment of my life was…

130. What was your first car?Design your bedroom.

131. In 25 years will you be proud of the things you did or regret the things you didn’t do?

132. Write a mantra.

133. Your bucket list.

134. Proud.

135. A-Z list of words to describe you.

136. What makes you unique?

137. Your next tattoo?

138. Lyrics of meaning.

139. Movie review.

140. Collection of jokes.

141. What happiness means to you?

142. Doodle here.

143. Simple.

144. List 3 things that went right or wrong today.

145. How do you deal with anger?

146. Are you forgiving?

147. Things I always did with my dad when I was young…

148. List things that remind me of a my childhood.

149. Favourite emotion?

150. What is magic?

151. Which is worse, failing or never trying?

152. When do you make excuses?

153. Unique.

154. List bad habits.

155. Childhood games.

156. List family traditions.

157. Something you overheard today.

158. Choose a poem.

159. List things that motivate you.

160. Grace.

161. Get a map and plan a route.

162. Qualities you look for in a boyfriend?

163. Your pet.

164. Your definition of beauty.

165. Plan a perfect date.

166. List things that happened on the day you were born.

167. Myth.

168. List of questions.

169. Your perfume?

170. HTML colour codes.

171. List pet peeves.

172. Robert Frost write a poem titled The Road Not Taken.  Name a road you’ve always wanted to travel.  Where do you hope it takes you, and what might you see on the way?

173. Hug.

174. Ways to relax…

175. Your favourite albums?

176. Authors whose work you enjoy.

177. The worst nightmare you’ve ever had?

178. 5 things you can’t live without?

179. Every child deserves…

180. What would you change about the world?

181. List things to collect.

182. Plan an exercise routine.

183. I wish I had enough money to……

184. Cocktail recipe.

185. List summer goals.

186. Best advice given.

187. Religion.

188. Your favourite piece of classical music.

189. Your talents?

190. What 5 traits do people first notice when they meet you for the first time?

191. List of 10 boy names.

192. Designer inspiration.

193. How much will power do you have?

194. Your favourite place and why?

195. Place your playlist on shuffle, write the lyrics to first song played.

196. List people you love.

197. Think back to the toys of your childhood.

198. Choose some scenery.

199. Favourite days of the year.

200. Today’s horoscope.

201. I wish everyone loved……

202. Advice to your best friend.

203. What does your sleeping position say about you?

204. Is there a heaven?

205. Things I always did with my mam when I was young…

206. Who would you like to thank for something they did for you in the past?

207. Favourite holiday.

208. Design something.

209. What did you buy today?

210. Favourite colour palette.

211. Are you competitive?

212. Create a pattern.

213. Your pet.

214. Find a new poem.

215. Independent.

216. What does love mean to you?

217. Ten ways to improve yourself.

218. Miracle.

219. Your karaoke song.

220. Here is what others see me as …

221. Your favourite weather.

222. What is your personal secret to happiness?

223. What does real success in life mean to you?

224. Things that happened ten years ago today…

225. Vision.

226. Your blog.

227. Your favourite season.

228. Honestly.

229. Mission in life…

230. In three words, describe your life.

231. Dreams for someday…

232. What do you think of the saying YOLO?

233. Best advice received.

234. What are means to you?

235. Most valued idea.

236. Most fun day ever.

237. Are you brave?

238. Happiest moment lately.

239. Who am I really?

240. Yesterday, I was…

241. What kind of day are you having, and why?

242. Your wedding song?

243. In what areas are you optimistic, and in what areas are you pessimistic?

244. Describe your life in colour.

245. What do you see in the mirror?

246. Future.

247. Interior design inspiration.

248. Success.

249. The headlines today are…

250. Write down today’s stresses.

251. What is your earliest memory of home?

252. Qualities you look for in a friend?

253. A promise I must make myself.

254. Cloud.

255. Something you learnt the hard way?

256. Urgent challenges.

257. What would your superpower be?

258. Lost.

259. How much self-control do you have?

260. Who do you talk to when you have a problem?

261. Paint a picture.

262. Where would you like to be lost?

263. How old were you four years ago? Describe some things you can do now that you could not do then.

264. Book review.

265.  Choose a religion.

266. List of things to photograph.

267. A place you relax.

268. Favourite family photo.

269. Describe how university was for you?

270. A photo that makes you happy.

271. Complete.  

272. Use a newspaper for inspiration today.

273. Your house rules?

274. When I am old I will…

275. Who or what has had a strong influence in your life?

276. Write about climbing.

277. What’s the meaning of your name?

278. Make an emotional graph whilst listening to a song.

279. Doodle here

280. List places you would not visit.

281. What other profession would you do?

282. Power.

283. What does it feel like to be wrong?

284. Would you jump out of a plane?

285. What have you won?

286. Favourite brands.

287. Where do you feel most comfortable?

288. A woman who inspires you.

289. Which is least important to you–money, power, fame–and why?

290. Describe a dream that you had recently. Provide as many details as possible.

291. Why is it important to be honest?

292. A ridiculous law held in your country.

293. Why do you work where you work?

294. What’s your least favourite mode of transportation?

295. Place your playlist on shuffle and write the first ten songs that are played.

296. Where do you people watch?

297. Collect some wallpaper.

298. Movie Review

299. Draw optical illusions.

300. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

301. What headline really got to you today?

302. Write about a difficult time in your life when you showed strength.

303. Best lesson you’ve ever learnt?

304. Something expensive you won’t buy yourself.

305. What historical events happened the year you were born?

306. Legend.

307. Does Never Never Land really exist?

308. Favourite candles.

309. List of fictional places you wish you could visit.

310. Do you look after yourself?

311. Seven things I love to do.

312. How does the weather effect you?

313. What do you think of animal testing?

314. Escape.

315. List five things you would buy if money wasn’t an object?

316. If you were a doctor, what kind of doctor would you be?

317. Open up a random book to page 33, and take the first sentence at the top of the page and start writing from it.

318. A-Z list of words that mean something to you.

319. Sometimes I pretend to be.

320. Describe your relationship with your grandparents.

321. As a writer, my dream come true would be…

322. List 3 things that went right today.

323. Trace your hand, write words on how you feel today inside.

324. Favourite superhero?

325. I promise to…

326. What effect does music have on you?

327. What can you see out of your window right now?

328. Name one thing you have always been good at doing.

329. What is your favourite form of exercise?

330. A festival you would like to experience?

331. The problem with being me is that…

332. Today’s fashion inspiration.

333. Families are important because…

334. Are you doing what you believe in or what you believe you should be doing?

335. What era inspires you?

336. A myth or legend that intrigues you.

337. What really moves you?

338. Take a walk, what did you think about?

339. What must I do tomorrow?

340. What’s making you mad today?

341. Write a letter to your future daughter about growing up.

342. List of 10 girl’s names.

343. Write down something no one knows about you.

344. Give yourself a pep talk?

345. When I was a child I didn’t realise that…

346. Your starsign.

347. List of your firsts.

348. What would you tell your future self to stay more positive?

349. Book Review

350. Words that mean something to you.

351. List of things you look forward to.

352. Was today a good day?

353. Something that helped to shape your outlook to life?

354. Write a description of a winter’s scene.

355. Your Christmas shopping list?

356. Events to remember this year…

357. What did Christmas mean to you as a child?

358. What does Christmas mean to you now?

359. How was your Christmas?

360. What’s great about today?

361. Would you change anything about this year?

362. What are you proud of achieving this year?

363. What I learnt this year…

364. Words to describe 2014.

365. What are your resolutions for the upcoming year?

Interview with The Last Jedi’s Domhnall Gleeson AKA General Hux

Moms ‘N Charge | Dec 14, 2017

So this week has been all about the interviews we conducted with Star Wars cast from the Global Press Event. I’m excited about sharing today’s interview with Domhnall Gleeson AKA General Hux himself. When he walked in the room and we greeted him with cheers and rounds of applause, this was his reaction:

“You know I’m not Cate Blanchett, right? [LAUGHTER]. I used to get called Cate all the time when I was nineteen cause I look like her… How you  all doing?”

I loved that! He was so fun to chat with. Check out our interview below.

On why he didn’t screen the film with his fellow castmates the night before?

“I decided I would rather see it with two thousand people who don’t know what’s going to happen. Just the feeling in the room…at The Force Awakens, that premier was insane. I was there with my dad and my friend Lawrence. The whoops and cheering and big gasps and everything. I didn’t want to miss out on that being my first experience with the film, so I’m waiting until whatever day it is next week.”

Regarding Disney’s Star Tours ride: How Domnhall feels about it

I talked about our experience at Disneyland during this press trip. So we wanted to know what it was like to be a part of a ride that is at Disney?

“Once he realized we were down the street from Disneyland, he responded: Oh, I’ll have to go, [LAUGHTER].  It’s cool. Like, being part of two different rides that literally millions of people will go on is kind of ridiculous. But, in a way, it’s no different than the films. So many people are going to see Star Wars that it’s a bit nuts. The whole thing is a little bit nuts. It’s good though!”

About filming Star Wars in Ireland where he’s from

“I love it. And I love that the people who went there had an amazing time. I love that they got good weather. And that they were all the way up and down the west coast, and Ireland is my home. I think it’s the best place in the world, and I’m just happy for people to see it. It’s an intensely beautiful place, and they got to see it in intensely beautiful weather, which is ridiculous. That never happens [LAUGHTER].”

“So when they came back and they were all talking about what a good time they had in Ireland, even though I had nothing to do with that, I have to say I was pretty proud, yeah.”

Domhnall shares how past Star Wars Villians helped to shape General Hux

“You can’t steal, but obviously, his place in things at the beginning of the film is like Peter Cushing’s kind of role. That’s in terms of the way the villains are set up. He would be fulfilling that role a little bit, just that very clipped English accent, I liked for that. But then you have to go to the real world to find you influences cause you can’t take your character notes from other characters. I think you want to base it on something that’s real.”

“So I understood where he stood in things, but no, the influences would have come from elsewhere. And the most interesting version of Hux, it turns out (which is not there from the very beginning) was the one that’s actually very dysfunctional with Kylo Ren and battling for his place in things. And for favor from Snoke.”

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What German is like

 Hey everyone! 

I know that there are a lot of stereotypes about all kinds of languages, and I thought I’d start with my own and explain a little about it. Even if you’re not aspiring to learn it, I hope this post might interest you. 

1. “German people always sound angry.” 

I don’t think this is true. German can sound angry, yes, because we have a hard pronunciation (I can’t think of a better description right now) and use a lot of nouns, which make everything sound more formal and less emotional (also known as “Beamtendeutsch” = official german). But I think the reason why people from other countries associate anger with the german language is because in the media, you probably only see german politicians in the parliament holding speeches - and, of course, 80% of them are yelling at other politicians and speaking in formal terms. 

Here are some music videos in which you’ll hear a different German: 

Sarah Connor’s “Wie schön du bist” (How beautiful you are) from her album “Muttersprache” (Mother Language);

Andreas Bourani’s “Auf anderen Wegen” (On different ways) (please also check out the english translation of the lyrics!)

Mark Forster’s “Au Revoir”

Adel Tawil’s “Lieder” (Songs) 

Of course there are tons of other German artists, feel free to browse Youtube or iTunes and I’m sure you’ll find something you like.

2. “German isn’t useful at all. “

Every language is useful! Secondly, German is among the 12 most spoken languages of the world, and it’s an official language in six countries. Almost 100 million people speak German as a first or second language. (x) It’s also a minority language in several other countries. 

Most importantly though: There are a lot of languages that are easier to learn once you speak German - Danish, Swedish, Norwegian, Dutch… I learnt Latin in school and everyone told me it was useless because literally no one speaks it. With the help of Latin, I’m now able to understand almost all Roman languages, like Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and French. Learning a language always has more positive side effects than we think. Plus, German is a challenge! It’s different from English, it’s different from Roman Languages, but all in all it’s very consistent. 

3. “German is way too difficult to learn - even German people can’t speak German properly. “

Yes, it’s difficult to learn. What isn’t? We have tons of fun grammar and tenses and weird exceptions, but that’s what makes it cool. It will also improve your knowledge of grammar terms in general so you can apply it to almost any language in the world. (Worked for me that way with Latin, which has some big similarities to German.) Plus, the basic grammar you need to master daily situations isn’t all that bad. 

Well, there certainly are German people who aren’t as capable of German grammar as they should be - but I guess there are also British people who confuse affect and effect and forget to use the subjunctive. I can assure you that people whose first language is German are not bad at German. Not everyone knows the grammar rules, but we use them correctly subconsciously.

4. “I can’t pronounce most of the words.”

The wonderful ä, ö, ü, ch.. Yeah, I can see how the pronunciation can be a problem. However, rest assured that 

a) 80% of the German native speakers have equally as much trouble with the “th” in English and 

b) no one will judge you if you speak with an accent. We’re going to congratulate you on trying your very best to learn our language, and we certainly won’t mock you if you pronounce things wrong. 

Learning a second language (mostly English) is obligatory in Germany, so really everyone here can relate to having problems with foreign languages, no matter if the problem is grammar, orthography or pronunciation. I learnt three foreign languages in school. Half of my year is probably still trying to figure out how the famous english “if-sentences” work, which verbs are used with the spanish subjuntivo and what the hell a latin ablativus absolutus is. So yeah, don’t worry. We’ve all been there. 

5. “Even Germans sound so different, it’s like they don’t speak the same language!

True. We have so many dialects in Germany that I can’t even count them, and of course Austria and Switzerland probably have even more than we do. It’s said that people from Hannover speak the “best” German, but to be honest, I don’t know if that’s true. Maybe. I’ve never been to Hannover. 

The most famous dialect is probably Bavarian. Berlin and Cologne have their own dialects, as well as Sachsen, Hessen and basically every other city or region. If you wanna catch a glimpse of it, watch Peter Frankenfeld’s scene “Die Wetterkarte” (Weather Report). It’s really old and the content doesn’t apply to nowadays, but the dialects he does are really accurate and super funny - even I don’t understand everything he says tbh. Keep in mind though that most people don’t use dialects especially when they are in contact with people from all over the country and it’s necessary that they’re understood, like lawyers, doctors, teachers, professors et cetera. I don’t even really speak “my” dialect because we never used it at home. And don’t worry, most people will try to speak their best non-dialect German when they notice you’re not a native speaker! 

This turned out much longer than I thought, but I hope this was helpful in some sort of way. :) 

Any more questions? Ask me! x

Bitty gets snowed in and trapped in a small town on his way to a wedding, AU, 4.5 K, Zimbits, feat. the fictional town of Falconer where everyone is a low-key meddler.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I’m really sorry, but every room is full,” the man said sadly as he shook his head.

Bitty sucked in a deep breath to remind himself that getting angry wasn’t going to fix anything. He was already late and behind schedule when his flight had gotten cancelled. He checked the time on his phone and saw there were two voicemails that he’d missed, probably when he was dealing with the mechanic earlier.

He went and sat down woodenly on the bench that was in front hallway of the bed and breakfast, and listened to the first message from Lardo.

“…don’t know if most of the guests are going to make it in for the rehearsal dinner tonight. All the planes have been grounded and some of the roads are closed. I know you’re trying to drive in, Bits, but don’t risk your life for it either. Even better, if no one shows up, Shitty and I can get married in Thailand like we’d originally wanted…”

The second voicemail, which was from Shitty, went on for ten minutes, mostly about how Shitty’s mother couldn’t make up her mind about the colour of the tablecloths and how Ransom and Holster had been arguing over the playlist. If finally ended when Lardo found Shitty in whatever closet he’d been hiding in and dragging him out because she could not deal with both sets of parents by herself.

Bitty stared at his phone screen, trying to figure out what he was going to do. The wedding was tomorrow, and unless some miracle happened where his rental car got fixed in the next hour and the storm in the north east stopped, there was no way Bitty was going to make it in time. To make things even worse, he couldn’t even get a room for the night in this town that he was stranded in. He tried to stifle the small sniffle, but it escaped anyways.

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I love you too

Dean x Reader

A/N: After all the tears and the heartbreak, I decided to write something a little less angsty. So, here you go. No one dies. No one is sick. Nothing like that. And there are lots of I love yous. Like a LOT.  Cause Dean deserves to be loved. 

The first time she says “I love you” is when he’s about to leave. “Drive safe. I love you.” It’s the last thing she planned to say, but it came out nevertheless - just her heart spilling its secret by accident. Her eyes widen when the words have left her mouth and already reached his ears, and she starts wondering if someone dropped her on her head as a child and damaged her brain somehow, because why else would she say something so stupid?

Dean freezes by the door and turns around, a question on his face that he voices soon enough. “What’d you say?”

His voice is soft, his expression unreadable, and she stammers over her words a few times before she’s able to form a complete sentence. “I don’t know why I said that. I don’t love you.”

“Oh. Right,” he says and hides away any hope he’s ever had. Of course she doesn’t love him, he thinks. Why would she? He’s not lovable. He’s not anything. Just a broken mess on two legs. Who would ever love that?

“I mean, I do,” she continues. “Like a friend loves a friend. Like a sister loves a brother. You know, like that.”

Great. He was friend-zoned and brother-zoned in the span of half a minute. That’s awesome. He gives her a nod and then turns back towards the door. At least she loves him in some way, he thinks, and that’s better than nothing.

The second time she says “I love you” she’s in the middle of the street, and she speaks so loud that everyone turns to look at her.

“Okay, all right. Stop shouting,” Dean tells her, dragging her to his car.

“No, you don’t understand. I LOVE YOU.”

“Yeah, sure you do.” 

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I Love You, Steve Harrington.

Originally posted by strangerthingsedits

*Gif not Mine*

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader/Henderson Sister

Warnings: Probs Swearing 

I Love You, Steve Harrington

You were screwed and you knew it. Well and truly screwed and all because of your dip shit brother. Well not him directly, just he was the one who instigated this whole thing and now you are in way, way too deep. 

Steve Harrington, this was what it was all about and he had planted the little seed of Steve liking you into your head but now it was all too obvious that it was not  the case after all. You remember believing every word he had said that kept you hanging onto the thought, and now here you are sitting in you car freezing cold at two am wondering why the hell you would believe that The Steve Harrington would actually like you. 

“Come on why wouldn’t he?” Dustin asked following you down the hall and up the stairs to your room. 

“Because I am not Steve Harrington’s type okay?” You finally snapped facing him and he just rolled his eyes a trait he had gotten from you.

“But he talks about you all the time!” He argued once more.

“Dustin, please? Drop it, Steve doesn’t like me!” And with that you slammed the bedroom door on his face. Walking past your mirror you caught a flash of your brunette curls and found yourself stepping back to look over yourself, you were never self conscious and well you quite liked your sense of style but you simply weren’t the kind of girl Steve would typically go for. Your high wasted Demin jeans fell to above your ankle folded over, white Nikes added to your short frame and the stripped cropped tee shirt fitted you well. But Steve went for dainty girls like Nancy, who wore skirts and followed after him like a lost puppy. Dismissing the thought you got on with your homework as you listened to Dustin clambering around in his room. 

That was the first time he had mentioned it, you tried turning the ignition once more but your car was flat, and no matter how many times you tried you weren’t getting anywhere. Slamming your hands on the steering wheel you hissed in pain and felt tears well up in your eyes finally letting your emotions get the better of you. 

“You know you don’t need to worry about those shit heads, they do a good job with all this stuff.” Steve said as you sat in the passenger seat of his car, you’d just got back from hunting demodogs and it was the first time you had seen Steve since Dustin started pestering you about the whole situation. 

“I know but he’s my little brother, it’s m job to worry.” You told him with a small laugh. 

“Well I think it’s pretty amazing that you just jumped right into all this, not a lot of girls would do that.” Steve said looking at you, like right at you. You hadn’t ever gotten this attention from him before and Dustin’s words were swimming around your mind as you looked at him differently for the first time. 

“Well I guess I’m not most girls.” You laughed and he nodded. 

“I guess you’re not.” His smile made you freeze and the way he was looking at you made your heart pound in your chest. Maybe he did like you?

Wiping your eyes frustrated you stepping out of your car wrapping your jacket around you tighter as the cold breeze made you wince. Well it is two am and you are wearing just jeans and tee shirt when your car broke down, opening up the hood of our car you looked at the chunks of metal in a state of complete confusion. 

“Hey, hey are you okay?” Steve asked as you felt your eyes well up when you had finally gotten back to the Byers house. 

“No, no I’m not okay, do you have any idea how scared I was.” You mumbled as you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Your crush was in full fledged mode now, there was no going back. 

“Y/N look at me, look..” You looked up and saw his bloodied and bruised face and a tear fell. “I’m fine, it doesn’t even hurt okay?” He told you wiping the tear away as you bit your lip. 

“It all got too much, the tunnels, Billy, just everything.” You told him honestly as the two of you were stood in the kitchen waiting for everything to calm down before you took Dustin home. 

“You worry too much.” He whispered making you chuckle seeing as it was a term he had said to you one too many times in the last few days. 

“Well you get hurt too much.” You countered back making him raise an eyebrow. 

“Oh so it’s me you worry about?” He asked in a teasing tone making a coy smile make it’s way onto your face. 

“You’d be lucky Harrington.” Was your pathetic reply making him bark a laugh. 

“That I would.” He told you a little more honestly before Nancy burst into the kitchen, Steve drop the hand you didn’t even realise he was holding onto still as he spotted her walk in. You felt your hand and your heart drop in one. 

Slamming the hood of your car back down you decided to get back in to decide what to do, you thought back at the night you had just had. One of Tina’s stupid parties, and you thought tonight would be the perfect time to tell Steve you had feelings for him but walking in all you could see was Steve draped all over Jenny Taylor. 

Jenny freaking Taylor of all girls. 

She was the worst, worse than Carol even! She’s slept with pretty much all the guys in our year and well what did you really expect Steve is single now. 

And as you told yourself so many times, you are not Steve’s type. 

You were closer to the party than home but the last thing you wanted to do in this weather is walk all the way back to Tina’s, it would take around twenty minutes, but to get home it would take about forty to walk. Hawkins wasn’t very big but when Tina’s was the complete opposite direction to yours, it’ll take a while. Grunting you reached behind onto your back seat grabbing a hoodie which you identified as Steve’s from a week ago when you dropped him and Dustin to the movies.

Starting the walk you could feel your hands going numb and your teeth chattering a little, and all you could do was think about how right now you were freezing your ass off whilst he was wrapping himself around Jenny fucking Taylor. Seeing the house come into view you sighed in relief and gasped as the warmth hit you in the face, thank God Jonathon saw you straight away with Nancy in tow.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere? Where did you go Steve was-” You cut Nancy off still trying to catch your breath. 

“I left, I uhh I wasn’t feeling well but my car broke down and I had to come back.” You explained before you felt two warm arms wrap around you. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” He whispered making tears fill your eyes and Nancy looked at you alarmed, she knew you and Steve were getting close but she knew something must of happened for you to get upset. Pulling out of his grip you pushed him away a little trying not to show how upset you were. 

“Get off me Steve. And leave me alone! I am so sick of your games!” You hissed making him look down at you hurt. 

“Y/N.. What? What happened?” He asked reaching out for you and visibly flinching when you pushed him away again. 

“You! You happened Steve! Just leave me alone!” And with that he did, he walked away from you and Jonathon offered to take you to your car and get a jump start. 

“What happened?” Nancy asked quietly as you looked out the window. 

“This is all Dustin’s fault. I have to completely stupid to think Steve would like me but Dustin insisted, and everything little thing Steve did made me believe it more but how am I supposed to tell him how I feel if he’s got a different girl falling off his arm everywhere we go!” You blurted as Jonathon eyed you sadly from the mirror, suppose before Nancy actually got with him he must of felt the same. 

“Are you talking about Jenny Taylor? Because she was literally pulled off him by her friends after he told her to leave him alone. Told her he wasn’t interested in front of everyone. That’s when he asked where you were.” You looked at Nancy as she spoke and you felt bad for being so harsh.

“Well he didn’t look like he was complaining.” You sighed as you finally reached your car, Jonathon was getting all the necessary equipment out before you looked at Nancy who was looking at you. 

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this Y/N and don’t tell Steve I told you but when we broke up, he told me it was okay because neither of us could be in the relationship when we both like other people. I confused at first but after I saw the way he looked at you when we were at The Byers that night it was obvious. Please tell Steve how you feel, because the idiot has been head over heels for you a lot longer than you might think.” Your mouth fell open in shock at her words as your car finally rumbled to life and the couple left after hugging you goodbye and you fell into your car with a sigh. 

The next day at school you were sure Steve avoided you, you couldn’t find him all day. On the Thursday you were so busy with finals and classes that you didn’t have the chance to find him but on Friday you made it your mission you find him and when you did he was in the middle of basket ball practise but you called out his name nonetheless. 

You needed to do this. 

“Y/N I was looking for you yesterday, what the hell was that at Tina’s party?” He accused once you were both out in the alley making you sigh embarrassed. 

“I know I know, I needed to apologise, and that’s kind of what I’m here for.” You told him as he looked at you expectantly. “I’m sorry I was a real bitch to you but I had a reason, I err… Look so this is really hard for me-” He cut you off by putting his hand on your arm. 

“You can tell me anything Y/N, we’ve been through enough.” He told you earnestly and Nancy’s words rang through your head. 

“I know, and that’s what I’m getting at. I needed to tell you because it was driving me insane. And actually I was going to tell you at the party but I saw you with Jenny Taylor and I freaked out. But for a while now I’ve had these feelings for you, and at first I thought it was just a crush but Dustin started going on about it. And I believed it for a while and I guess I just thought it was all bullshit when I saw you with Jenny.” You blurted finally looking at him and he sent you a look. 

“Tell me.” He stated making you look into his eyes, which were full of doubt and promise. 

“I love you Steve Harrington.” You told him and in a flash he grabbed your waist pulling you close to him and kissing you passionately, you reacted quickly kissing him back to which he smiled into the kiss. 

“I love you too.” He whispered when he pulled away making you kiss him gently again. 

“Good.” You teased as he gripped your hips tightly in the darkened shade of the alley. 

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He told you making you chuckle. 

“I’m just glad you know.” You muttered as you looked over his features as a smile fell onto his face. 

“I’m sorry you saw all that with Jenny, she was just drunk and-” You cut him off with another kiss making him laugh. 

“It’s okay because you love me.” You joked and he nodded. 

“Damn right.” And with that you kissed again in pure bliss that The Steve Harrington did in fact love you. 

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taakitz getting stuck in a rainstorm on a date?

The pros of a parasol: An excellent accessory, fits seamlessly with his fantasy Scarlett O’Hara vibe, easily transmutable to match his color scheme of the day. He’d add “does not contain the arcane essence of his long-lost sister” to the list, but that’s sort of a given.

The cons of a parasol: Provides absolutely no protection whatsoever when the heavens open up and drop an ocean’s worth of rain on them.

To be fair, the forecast had predicted a perfect day. Sunny, with the promise of autumn in a cool breeze that buffeted the coastline. It was the kind of weather that encouraged long skirts and gauzy sleeves and wide-brimmed hats, and if you were feeling particularly flirty, a nice lacy parasol to complete the look. The look is always key, of course, but especially on the afternoons Taako can get Kravitz all to himself. It’s an auspicious thing when their schedules align, so Taako’s going to do a little more than go the extra mile. Or the full nine yards. Or whatever distance he needs to cross in five-inch wedges to fluster the hell out of his husband.

So that’s why he’d met Kravitz on the patio of a seaside café, decked out in his finest beach chic and a pair of rose-colored glasses (because he’d just known Kravitz’s cultured, dorky ass would appreciate the reference). They’d had some halfway decent crepes and lemon tea as the odd cloud flitted overhead, and Kravitz caught Taako up on the astral plane’s latest top-notch gossip. It morphed into a brief but heated discussion over whether or not fishnets should be regulation wear for reapers—Taako’s position was entirely self-indulgent, of course, but no less valid—which was promptly forgotten when the talk of dress code turned into questions about his latest visit to the Amazing School of Magic. “Oh, y’know,” was all Taako had said. “Still amazing. Gave some kiddos a kickass lecture on the virtues of arcane cosmetics. Not that I’d know. Wink.”

Their date was going flawlessly.

And then they’d noticed the clouds.

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The Roasted Bean Coffee Shop (Reddie ch. 1)

Description: If IT never existed in Derry. Eddie is in his senior year and openly gay. Excited to leave Derry because of the homophobes and his mother. Eddie runs into a long lost friend, Richie Tozier and Richie just so happens to take an interest in the smaller boy once again. 

A/N: Constructive criticism is very appreciated, but please no rude comments. I am very new to this. Let me know if you want to be added in the tag list! Thanks! :)


Aged up to 17/18 – senior year

Word count: 1,328 (Kind of a short first chapter but they will get longer and hopefully more interesting :/ )

 Parts: 1/?

Tag list:  @get-fcking-reddie  LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED IN THE TAG LIST WHEN I POST!!!!



Have you ever wanted to run away? Ever wanted to pack up all your shit and run far away from everyone and everything? Away from the hurt and the trouble. All your problems. Eddie desperately wanted to leave. As far as he was concerned, this town was cursed. From the homophobes in the town that hated Eddie for his sexual identification, to his own mother who constantly was breathing down his back and telling him to take his pills.

His fake pills. He knew they were fake, but he had been so attached to the pills from the constant fear of disease. He could survive without them, he knew that his phobia was irrational, but nonetheless that didn’t help his mind change course. He despised the town and the people in it. Just one more year, one more year of absolute hell, then he could run far away from all that hurt that this town had caused him.

Grabbing his black back pack off his wooden floor, Eddie ran down the stairs. Reaching for the doorknob, there was a voice behind him. He was foolish to think he could possibly scurry away that quickly from his mother. A complete and udder fool to think it would be that easy.

 “Eddie! You better not be leaving without saying goodbye to your dear mother!” His large mother said from the kitchen. She was a plump woman in her forties who treated Eddie like a child. Like he was incapable of tying his own shoes, chewing his own food. And even, breathing his own air.

“Sorry mommy, I just forgot.” He lied directly to his delirious, bulky mother’s face. He huffed out a large breath knowing that the crazy lady wouldn’t let him leave without the everyday, endless kiss on the cheek. It’s not that he didn’t love his mother because, he did. Of course he did. But, she was piece of work, she probably thought the same of him. 

Dragging his feet along the floor, the boy smooches a big, fat wet kiss on her cheek. He could feel the cheap pink blush that was coated on her face and well, now on his lips. The germaphobe could only think about how the hell he was gonna get this off his lips without offending his mom’s poor feelings.

 Retracting as fast as possible, Eddie says a quick goodbye once again and makes his way out the door. After closing it, he tries to breathe. A huff that he had no idea was stuck in his throat was finally released. Being in his town made him feel like he was constantly suffocating and dying. A slow and agonizing death.

Eddie began dragging his feet along the side walk to school. Luckily, he only lived a short 10-minute walk from and to Derry High school. There was just one stop before school, as always. When he was younger, he used to ride his bike everywhere. Up until last year when his mother decided that it was too threatening and unsafe for a boy like him. At the rate, she was taking things from him for being ‘unsafe’, he eventually won’t even be able leave the house at all. Sometimes he thinks about just defying his mother entirely. All hell would probably break loose.

Getting bored, he began counting the number of steps he took and he lugged himself along. It was still warm outside, summer just ending. Too bad, it going to get cold. Though Eddie hated the bitter weather, always tugging and biting at him as he walked, he hated summer. Not for the weather, but rather the loneliness.

Since Eddie had come out as gay right before high school, in the eighth grade, not many people talked to him. He had his couple of friends Bill, Stan, and Mike. They were really excepting for him. They weren’t around much though; Bill and Stan were always off doing something. Most of the time they talked was at school where they were safe and away from Eddie’s frightening mom. But Mike was a home schooled kid. They got along well because Mike got made fun of for that and well, his skin color.

But, they rarely ever got to hang out anymore. As he pondered, Eddie made a turn in the opposite direction of the school. Coming to the coffee shop everyday of high school, well everyday he wasn’t in the hospital for some god-forbidding disease his mother thought he had. Seeing the small Roasted Bean sign in bold black letters he swerved to the door. He pulled open the warm metal handle and slid in.

 This was Eddie’s favorite place, he felt as though he could escape from his life here. Not many of people came to this little place. It was just down the road from the school. You would think most students would come here in the mornings, but no. This place wasn’t cool enough for the annoying high schoolers.

Every morning the short boy would tell his mom that he was going to a early morning study session but rather, he was just coming to this old place and sitting alone in a booth. Usually just looking out the window and drinking his coffee silently. The only part that he thought was enjoyable about Derry. The silence.

He took in a long inhale of grounded coffee beans and instantly felt relaxed. Coffee was Eddie’s favorite drink. It was one of the first things you would learn about him. Well, that is if they ever take the time to get to know him. Most don’t. They see him as a queer, asthmatic freak. They look at him and heavily judge who he is as a person. Thank god he met Bill and Stan when they were younger, they were so innocent and thought nothing much of him. Just wanted to make some friends.

 That’s how the people in Derry are, judgmental. Eddie always supposed it was because they felt invalid as people and so they take it out on the odd one out. Who just so happened to be Eddie. Fulfilling his morning ritual, he walked up to the counter to get the same drink he always does. A black coffee. His mom doesn’t let him drink coffee, says it’s bad from him. But something was off, something was not like normal.

The barista wasn’t the normal lady with the dark brown hair and bright blue eyes in her forties who usually took his order and didn’t say much. The lady with the dark bags that plainly didn’t care what he had to say because I was too early to care. He could recognize that face from a mile away though. The dark chocolate curls the hung low on his face and the freckles that reminded him of a galaxy of stars. Oh, and let’s not forget the thick glasses that shielded this pretty eyes that were full of light.

Richie Tozier? Trash mouth? He and the boy in the apron at the register used to be the best of friends. They were closer than most. They would share secrets and would sneak into each room’s every single night. But all the shared secrets and midnight talks stopped when Richie’s parents became more and more abusive. But, to top it all off, Eddie was gay. Richie’s parents didn’t like that very much at all.

It’s not that Richie had ever said that was one of the reasons but, it didn’t need to be said. The two drifted apart and now they seemed to being lived on different planets. They could see each other but, they never spoke. Just glances in halls and small one word exchanges if only absolutely nessesary. Eddie had almost forgot about the annoying boy who made him realize his sexuality.

Oh yes, the pain and agonizing truth. Eddie had always had a thing for the trash mouth growing up. His gross ‘your mom’ jokes and such. Snapping out of his trance of shock and confusion, Eddie walked to the counter. Richie looked equally confused and distraught by seeing the boy in the coffee shop.

It threw them off like a broken roller coaster that went off it’s tracks.

“So what can I get you, good looking?” The annoying boy said in a British accent wiggling his eyebrows in almost a mocking manner. Oh boy.

One Plane Ride Away (G.D)

Summary: You’re living in New York, Grayson’s in LA, trying to survive long distance when he makes a surprise visit.

Requested: Yep :)

Word Count: 4.3K +

A/N: Based off the song “N Y L A” by Blackbear. Oh! Also, I kinda rushed through this so if it sucks ass you know why :)

Originally posted by rosesdolan

“I’m so sorry Y/N..”

That makes it the eighth time this week you had received an apology from him over voicemail. The only way he could contact you since you were avoiding his calls and dodging him on all social medias, but you hadn’t mustered up the courage to delete his number and block him.. no not yet.

“Maybe I should call him back..” You murmured softly. You laid in bed restless, staring up at the white ceiling above you blankly. You glanced up at the clock that was perched onto your nightstand and sighed when you saw the clock strike, 2 AM. You laid there, fidgeting and switching positions constantly in an attempt to find comfort. You pouted, cracking an eye open and squinting at the moonlight pouring in through your window. “I’m calling him.” You finally decided. You sat up, grabbing your phone and unlocking it. With a trembling hand, you scrolled through your contacts until his name appeared.

Grayson Dolan

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For Every Christmas Eve (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Originally posted by timetravl

Summary: It’s the annual family Christmas Eve Party, and your date is a little late. Again.  (Sort of a sequel to “Just for Christmas Eve”)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 2,269

Author’s Note: I know there was no huge clamoring for a sequel to “Just for Christmas Eve”, but it’s Christmas, and I wanted to write a little cute something to commemorate.

Warnings: None!

You looked up at the clock for what must have been the eighth time in the past fifteen minutes.


He was late.

“Y/N, you need to relax. You’re making me nervous,” your cousin chided. “I’m sure he’s on his way.”

“You’re right,” you nodded—probably more than you should have. “I know you’re right.” There was a thump from outside, and your head shot to the door which still remained closed.

Your cousin let out a frustrated sigh and walked away from you. You felt a little guilty for wearing on your family’s nerves, but it was snowing so hard out, and you had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t make it. The snow had already prevented him from getting in from college once. Apparently he had missed the last bus out of Terre Haute and had been stranded there for the past week. Today was the first ticket out he’d been able to snag, and even so, just because he made it into Hawkins didn’t mean he’d make it across town to your family’s party. Some members of your family (who didn’t come in a few days early like your Aunt had suggested upon seeing the forecast) had even cancelled.

“Here,” your aunt shoved a cup of egg nog in your hand before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you back to the living room. “Drink this. Come sit on the couch. Stop worrying so much.”

“That’s like asking Y/N to be less Y/N. Worrying is what she does,” your other cousin teased from under the comfort of her husband’s arm.

You sank down into the couch with your egg nog and scowled at her.

You tried to relax just to spite her. It didn’t work. You got up again and tried pacing to wear off your energy. It didn’t work. Finally, you reached into the closet and pulled out your coat.

“Y/N,” your cousins groaned.

“I’m just taking a walk,” you raised your hands briefly before returning to buttoning up your coat. “I just—want to see how bad it is out there.”

“You are not going outside in this weather at this time at night,” your mother said through pursed lips. “We don’t need you ending up like Tews.”

“I’ll be fine,” you sighed, pulling on your mittens. “I just want to see.”

“I’m coming with you!” Your brother jumped up, scrambling over to the closet.

“Dusty!” your mom called out.

“I’ll protect her,” your brother gestured with his head to you. “Who knows what she’ll do in this crazed state.”

You shot a glare at him from underneath your hat and only broke it to face the door. You wrenched it open and came face to face with a shivering and snow covered Steve Harrington.

“Steve!” you cried out, throwing yourself at him and wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank the Lord!” your Aunt Veronica praised from behind you. If you had to guess it was more to do with you no longer going crazy out of your mind and less to do with Steve’s safe arrival.

“Steve!” Your brother echoed you, hurling himself at the two of you and your small group staggered back as the three of you clutched at each other.

“Come in and shut the door!” Aunt Patricia called to you, and you released Steve, backing away and forcing Dustin off of him as well. The three of you tramped in doors, shaking the snow off of you from the brief stint outside and unwrapping yourself. Steve closed the door behind him, and his movements were stiff as he took off his duffle bag, boots, coat, scarf, gloves, and hat. You took each article of clothing, hanging them up in the closet and just beaming at him.

“Hi, everybody,” Steve greeted with a rigid wave. A chorus of greetings rose up to greet him before the rest of your family returned to their conversations and being thankful that you were no longer being a distracting source of anxiety. You once more wrapped your arms around Steve’s middle, tucking yourself under his arm.

“You’re late,” you chided lightly, looking up at him.

He reached down, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Dustin said 7:30 this year.”

Your head whipped around to glare at your brother, whose hands were up in defense immediately. Steve barked out a laugh.

“Dude, not cool. She’s been driving us all crazy for the past half an hour,” Dustin said.

“Sorry,” Steve apologized. “The roads were really bad. We made it in late, and I thought it would be faster to walk here than hitch a ride to my house and then try and drive over.”

“You walked?” you almost screeched.

This caught your family’s attention. “Bring that boy over to the fire,” Aunt Veronica commanded.

“I’m fine,” Steve waved off. “Really.” He looked down at you. “Just glad to finally be here. Sorry I’m late.”

You shook your head. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Dustin said, coming in for the group hug again, and you and Steve let him in.

Once Steve had warmed up sufficiently and shoved about twelve thumbprint cookies into his mouth, you deemed it safe to let him out of your sight. Which Dustin was more than happy about, shouldering Steve’s duffle bag and pulling Steve out of the room and claiming they had some “business to attend to,” which was typical. While you and Steve spoke every night at college, you knew he and Dustin only got to talk once every week or two, not due to lack of desire on either side but the stupid idea that it’d be weird to call another guy more often than that.

As a result, you ended up having to share Steve more than you wanted on your breaks. But, since Dustin was kind of sort of the reason the two of you were together in the first place, you tried not to get too bitter about it.

“So,” your cousin Sarah said, sitting down next to you on the couch. “Now that you’re not being crazy, I can ask questions.”

“When has anything ever stopped you from asking questions,” you rolled your eyes.

“Ha. Ha,” Sarah retorted, “How’s college?”

“Good. I’m ready to be done,” you sighed. It was true. For some reason you had thought the hardest part of college would be getting in and after that it would get harder in the same linear fashion as middle and high school.

It didn’t. College got exponentially harder.

It was hard to get in with a full ride.

It was harder to say goodbye to your friends and family.

It was harder to pass your weed out classes with good enough grades to keep your scholarship.

It was harder to make friends.

It was harder to officially get into your major.

It was harder to take care of your drunk roommate.

It was harder to keep your GPA up.

But the hardest part was being away from Steve and not being able to share all of these things with him. Sure, you could talk about them, and he’d been up to visit you, and you’d been down to visit him, but it wasn’t the same.

Soon, though, soon it would be over.

“Yeah? Do you know what you’re doing once you’re done?”

“Coming back to Hawkins and figuring things out. Maybe start applying to engineering jobs here.”

Sarah nodded. “And what about you and Steve?”

“He’s also coming back here. I think he wants to talk to Hopper about some opportunities to join the force.”

“Hmm,” Sarah hummed. “What’s his major again?”

“Psychology,” you supplied.

Sarah nodded again. “And the two of you?”

“So, what are we talking about?” Steve asked, dropping into the seat next to you and handing you a glass of egg nog. You thanked him with a peck to his cheek.

“Nothing,” your cousin waved a hand. “Just catching up about college.” She gave a fake smile, and you shot her a questioning look.

“I’m going to go check on Bill. This is the third time Uncle Roy’s cornered him,” Sarah rose from the couch, patting your knee.

“What was that about?” Steve murmured, and you turned back to look at him, shrugging.

“I have absolutely no idea,” you shook your head. Steve smiled, holding your gaze. There was something about his look that was different.

“What?” you smiled back.

“You’re just beautiful,” he said with a small shake of his head. “And I missed you.”

You flushed. Four years of dating and he could still make you turn red. “I missed you too.” You leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Save the kissing for the mistletoe!” your cousin called out, and you snorted.

“Want to go find some mistletoe?” Steve asked, and you nodded, getting up from the couch with your hand in his.

Your family formed a circle around the living room for the exchanging of the Christmas Eve presents. Every year with the addition of each new family member from John’s wife Anne, to Rebecca’s husband Nate, and Sarah’s fiancee Bill, and now Andrew’s girlfriend Emma, the exchange grew longer and longer to the point where they could no longer stand unwrapping one gift at a time, but instead Dustin facilitated the handing out of gifts and you all unwrapped and thanked all at once.

All in all, it was a pretty good system. There were no more awkward moments of the rest of the family witnessing an inside joke gift, and the faster the presents were done, the faster you were able to get to the Christmas movie which was your favorite part.

Steve loved your flask. Dustin was pumped over his new set of dice. Your Christmas Eve gift to your mother had been some new toys for Trixie–the new cat–and she was already putting them to use.

The rest of the family was likewise absorbed in tearing wrapping paper, throwing tissue paper, and ripping open packages. Nobody gave much thought to anybody else until Rebecca brought the party to a pause.

“Uhh, thank you, Steve?” Rebecca announced, and you turned to look at what he’d given her, your eyes landing on a beautiful diamond ring. The whole room paused as Dustin’s eyes widened and he looked from Rebecca to Steve and then to you. Steve went white and looked from Rebecca to Dustin and back to Rebecca. The rest of your family’s eyes were on Steve.

“That’s uh…actually for…uh…”

She held it out to him, a smug grin growing as he took it from his fingers and turned to you, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath and got down on one knee.

He got down. On. One. Knee.

You felt as if all of the air had left your body and your heart had stopped. You couldn’t move. Instead, you were focused on your boyfriend’s anxious face as he kneeled before the couch.

“Y/N,” he started, shaking the ring a little bit. “I…uh…I planned a bunch of things to say, and I practiced the entire time I was walking over here, but I can’t remember any of it.”

Your uncles chuckled a bit at this, and Bill wrapped an arm around Sarah, pulling her in to kiss the top of her hair.

“I don’t really know what I was thinking doing this in front of your family.” More of your family laughed at this. “Or asking Dustin to help me since obviously he doesn’t listen about which gift is for which person.” You cracked a smile at this one.

“But it made sense to do this here, because this is where we started,” Steve said, gaining steam, and you nodded along with him. “I was freaking out as much as you were that night because not only did I have to pretend to your family that I was your boyfriend—

"I knew it!” Rachel muttered, and Rebecca reached over, smacking her arm.

“but I also had to pretend that I didn’t want to be or at least that I didn’t like you as much as I did. And that seemed impossible.”

Your heart had restarted and was starting to beat fast.

“Because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met in my entire life. You’re beautiful and smart and kind and you care so much about literally everything,” you laughed, hanging your head. It was a sweet way of saying that you freaked out too much, but you’d take it.

“You’re the reason I went to college, and you’re the reason I’ve gotten by the last four years. Because even when you’re exhausted and have your own sh–stuff to do, you still will get on the phone with me and help me.”

“That’s adorable,” your aunt Veronica whispered to your mother.

“You make me want to be better and you make me believe I can be better. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’d be the biggest idiot if I didn’t ask…so, Y/N Henderson, will you be my date for every Christmas Eve for the rest of our lives?”

You were crying, and you were sure that there were some others in the room who were too because that was the best proposal anybody could have ever asked for.

“Yes,” you whispered, nodding. “Yes, yes, yes,” you leaned down and kissed him, and there was a cheer around the room, as somebody scrambled to their feet.

“I got the champagne!” Dustin shouted, as you released Steve, looking at his eyes which were also brimming with tears.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Steve.”

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If BTS attended Hogwarts (Hyung line)

Just a little something I had inside my head for waaaaay too long. Enjoy!

Here pupils go to Hogwarts from the age 14 to 24 (I have a weird brain but it fits nicer with the ‘story’) and the whole thing is set before the Hogwarts battle

Kim Namjoon

  • Fifth year Ravenclaw (you guessed it)
  • Both parents are muggles; his mother works as a maths teacher and his father owns a bookshop
  • His mom says Namjoon got his intelligence from his dad because she still has hers (they’re that kind of quirky family)
  • Best student at Hogwarts (highest grade point average)
  • His IQ is probably higher than the Hogwarts towers but he’s still an idiot
  • Sucks at potions (“Kim Namjoon is that a dead rat in your love potion?!” “I’m not sure but it’s definitely not alive anymore.”)
  • Best friends with Min Yoongi (“You’re the person I hate the second least in this school” “Uhm thanks Yoongi-hyung.”)
  • Going out with Kim Seokjin since his first year, they’re the power couple of Hogwarts and bicker like they’ve been married for at least ten years
  • Confessed to Seokjin by accidentally sending him a howler at dinner: “WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME PLEASE, I THINK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” (To which Yoongi eloquently commented: “By Merlin’s fucking beard can’t I even eat dinner in peace you egg-face ass looking son of a witch.”)
  • Clumsiest person you will ever meet; lovingly nicknamed by his friends as ‘god of destruction’ and 'Jesus Christ don’t touch that’ (Although he is not sure if the last one is a name; people just say it a lot around him)
  • Once sneezed in transfiguration class and accidentally transformed Hoseok into a banana (Professor McGonagall immediately turned him back but the poor guy hasn’t been the same after that)
  • Argues with professor Trelawney about the existence of destiny and fate on a regular basis (“I’m sorry professor, but I just don’t think that these tea leaves look like a house elf riding a unicorn so I’m sure I won’t die within the next three minutes please calm down.”)
  • Wanted to be part of the Ravenclaw quidditch team but after he set his broom on fire and destroyed a quaffle at the first practice he didn’t make it on the team (thank god, people could have died)
  • Mostly hangs out in the library or in a certain Hufflepuff’s room (if the weather is nice, you can also find him at the lake)
  • Currently hides about fifty books under his bed (His room was raided by a bunch of teachers a month ago and he lost over seventy books, he’s still searching for the person who told on him but he’s pretty sure it was Taehyung that little shit)
  • Is a sucker for cute things; owns a dark purple pygmy puff who he lovingly named 'Monnie’ and he takes that little guy everywhere (that thing is just as clumsy as Namjoon; it once nearly drowned after it fell into the toilet)
  • His patronus is a spider monkey (they have a weird resemblance if you ask Seokjin)


Kim Seokjin

  • Seventh year Hufflepuff prefect
  • Pureblood; both of his parents are well-known members of the Ministry of Magic
  • Absolutely fascinated by muggles (“You just stick it in like that and then it’ll get all hot inside? Won’t that feel weird Joonie?” “No Hyung, you have to take your hand away before you switch on the toaster or you’ll end up getting burned.”
  • Most beautiful person at Hogwarts if you ask him (and he’s right)
  • Drinks tea with professor McGonagall every Thursday afternoon and nobody knows what they talk about; Taehyung believes they hid a few muggles somewhere at school and whenever they 'drink tea’ they’re actually feeding them (“What is wrong with you, Taehyung?”)
  • Him and Namjoon always get free butter beer whenever they visit Hogsmeade because Madam Rosmerta adores Seokjin (I mean who doesn’t?)
  • Got nearly suspended once for turning his black robe pink and going to class like that (“I don’t care about the dresscode Minerva I look fabulous!”)
  • The mom of their little rag-tag group of friends
  • Calls the maknae line his babies (“Are you cold baby? You can have my jacket if you want, we wouldn’t want our dear Jiminie to get sick!” “Thanks Hyung, I’m okay though.”)
  • Nice and charming character but if you hurt one of his babies he becomes mama-bear and will “wingardium leviosa your ass to wherever it fucking came from”
  • Always let’s Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook use the prefects’ bathroom whenever they ask because he can’t say no to the maknaes
  • Has an adorable sugar glider called 'Odeng’ who’s best friends with Namjoon’s pygmy puff Monnie
  • Even though he violates the dresscode on a regular basis with different variations of pink, he still scolds the others whenever they don’t put on their uniforms neatly (“Roll your sleeves down Joonie, I won’t go to lunch with you like this.” “I accidentally burned them off in potions class.” “Ugh.”)
  • Absolutely loves food, nearly as much as he adores Namjoon and the others (“By Merlin if you give me another piece of this pumpkin pie I’ll sacrifice my firstborn to you.” “Jin-hyung please stop, I think you’re scaring Kookie.”)
  • Does fairly well in all of his classes
  • Outstanding in herbology and best friends with professor Sprout (“You won’t believe what happened today Ponoma!”)
  • All the teachers adore him (and most students do too)
  • Gets tons of Valentine’s Day letters and reads them together with Namjoon (“Isn’t that one cute Joonie?” “Yeah but he spelled beautiful with a “p” and that’s just a no-go for us.“)
  • His patronus is an armadillo (cute and sweet but extremely protective of the ones he loves)


Min Yoongi

  • Sixth year Slytherin
  • Pureblood: his parents are extremely rich and were well-respected members of society
  • But Yoongi had a rough childhood: the first wizarding war happened and his father is now in Azkaban for being one of Voldemort’s most loyal death eaters
  • Hates his parents and desperately tries to proof to everyone that he’s not like them (they’re both awful people that despise muggle-born wizards and did horrible things during the war but only his father was convicted because there wasn’t enough evidence against his mother)
  • Pretends like he doesn’t care about his family but his friends know how much his parents’ doings hurt him
  • Most students at Hogwarts are intimidated by him even though he’s just a smol bean that likes to act tough
  • Best friends with Namjoon
  • Dating Hoseok since second year ("Be careful at the next game, Hoseok-ah.” “Love you too, Hyung” “W-whatever.”)
  • Hoseok is the only person that’s able to reduce him to a blushing, stuttering mess within seconds (“Do you like that, Hyung?” “No I-” “But I feel the goosebumps on your back.” “Y-your hands a-are c-cold.”)
  • Has a huge soft spot for Jungkook (who doesn’t, that kid is adorable)
  • Once tried to poison professor Trelawney for saying Hoseok was going to be eaten alive by a thestral in the next hour (Yoongi had to calm him down, the younger was crying hysterically)
  • Spent his last three Christmas and summer holidays at Hoseok’s place since his mother “didn’t want him back home if he continued to hang out with these mudbloods”
  • Got a necklace from Hoseok after two months of dating and in his opinion it’s the only thing in his possession that has value (Yoongi cried once in fourth year because he thought he lost it, after they found it he never took it off again)
  • Most people think he’s antisocial but he’s almost always around at least one of his six friends
  • Discovered the room of requirements in his second year after searching for a quiet place to sleep and started using it regularly as a place for all of them to hang out at (and sometimes him and Hoseok spend the night there but that’s another story)
  • Does surprisingly well in most of his classes (except for herbology but Seokjin always helps him out with that)
  • Second best student in DADA but only because his parents forced him to learn all kinds of curses and defence spells when he was a child
  • Is the go-to person for the maknae line when they have troubles with a spell or curse (or a person; Yoongi once nearly cut off a student’s tongue after he called Jimin a mudblood)
  • Is almost never in the Slytherin common room, said he didn’t like most people there
  • His patronus is a small, white fox (clever and good at adapting, but easy to hurt once you catch it)


Jung Hoseok

  • Fifth year Hufflepuff (what else could he be really?)
  • Halfblood: His mother is a witch who owns a small bakery in Diagon Alley and his muggle-father works as a woodworker near the leaky cauldron
  • Has five younger sisters and one older one (they’re all muggles though)
  • Grew up in both worlds so he knows his way around them well
  • His parents adore Yoongi and treat him like a second son (“Please take good care of him Hoseokie, he looks so thin! Does he even eat enough? Ah that poor sweetheart!” “Yes mom, I’ll take care of him don’t worry.”
  • Whenever he smiles somewhere the sun rises (yeah that’s a real fact fight me)
  • Hates Gucci with a passion (“Get that thing away from me Taehyung or I’ll curse your ass like there’s no tomorrow!”)
  • Has an absolutely catastrophically idiotic owl named Mickey (“Hobi-hyung, what did Mickey just drop into your oatmeal? Is it a package? Did you get something from your parents? What is it?” “…I think it’s a shoe, Kookie, my sisters are probably having a mental breakdown right now.”
  • Loves all of his friends to bits and is dating Yoongi since his first year after his owl accidentally landed on Yoongi’s head (and Hoseok landed in his heart…sorry)
  • Shares a room with only Seokjin because of the older’s prefect status; Hoseok enjoyed it until he walked in on Namjoon and Seokjin once (“By Merlin somebody please erase my memory or just kill me.”)
  • Quidditch captain and the team’s keeper (even though he’s a sweetheart, when it’s about quidditch he doesn’t play)
  • Does okay in all of his classes, could do better if he concentrated a little less on quidditch but he’s a great captain so that’ll never happen
  • When they studied boggarts in third year and the McDonald’s clown came out of that creepy closet Hoseok had a lot of explaining to do (“I once nearly suffocated because of a fry when I was like four, I guess I’ll never forget Ronald holding me upside down until I spit it out. That was scary.”)
  • Once got scared by his own shadow and tried to curse it (“It could’ve been a death eater! You never know!”)
  • Gets into trouble with the maknae line regularly (especially with Taehyung, that kid is always up to no good)
  • Sometimes when Yoongi is sad, Hoseok flies them onto one of the many roofs and they watch the stars until it’s morning (and Hoseok would only take a thin blanket with him to make Yoongi cuddle with him)
  • His patronus is an otter (it 'swims’ through the air like Hoseok does, just without a broom)

Author’s note: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! If there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, please tell me so I can correct them and learn from it! Constructive criticism is always welcomed!^^

α вtѕ hαllσwєєn || wєrєwσlvєѕ

one || two || three || four 

genre ➣ supernatural

rating ➣ (s) for safe. 

summary ➣ you may have survived their game of Hide and Seek, just by the skin of your teeth, but now you’re faced with another objective: not falling in love with him.

quote  ➣    “Your virginity.”

“You’re lucky, you know.” 

Moments have passed after their discussion, but the rumbling in her stomach continued to grow louder. Demanded by Yoongi himself, Y/n was to be given as many helpings as she desired, with zero complaint from the younger members. 

As the alpha left the kitchen, along with his two betas, this left her to be the center of attention for said omegas; that was either a good choice, or a really really bad one. 
Scarfing down her second helping of pancakes, Y/n raises her brow, signifying for Jimin to continue. 

“Hyung rarely shows any of us affection, but with you it’s like a second nature, for him. Honestly, I’m a little jealous.” 

Before Y/n had a chance to ask why, Taehyung groaned loudly while shoving his barely touched plate to the side, all eyes now focusing on him as he huffs dramatically. “It’s still not fair..” 

“Oh, my gosh, Taehyung. The rest of us didn’t get to mate either, it’s not the end of the world.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, not hesitating to grab the plate for himself. “Besides, be glad you’re not hyung. He’s about to be in a lot of trouble.” 


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The Cat from Apt. 415 (Part Two) - William Nylander

A/N: Here’s part two! Thank you to everyone’s kind messages over the last day! They’ve really made the beginning of 2018 awesome for me! Hope you enjoy!

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: William Nylander (Feat. Alex Nylander)

Words: 2,323

Warnings: Language

[Part One]

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The Secret Ingredient

Fandom : Sander Sides

Tropes : Sickfic

Ships : Platonic Moxiety

Warnings : vomit mention, a little angst for the soul

{ Writing this for @twentyoneparades-to-panic-at . Hope you feel better! 💙 }

This was it. Virgil was dying.

Maybe that was being tad bit dramatic, but hey, he was Anxiety, he made worry. Even if he wasn’t dying, it sure felt that way.

His throat burned, he couldn’t stop shivering, his nose was clogged beyond belief, and his stomach was churning ominously. Every time he attempted to get up, his head spun like a tilt-a-whirl. All he could do was just lay there and wait for this stupid bug to pass.

He began to scrolling through his phone, barely able to keep himself awake, when a small ding filled his ears.

☀️ Eternal Sunshine of Thomas’s Mind 🐶: Hey there, Kiddo! Just a reminder that we’re filiming a Sander Sides video today. Hope to see you soon! 😄💙

Dammit! That was that today?

Thx 4 the reminder. I’ll b down in a minuet

He could barely talk with his throat so hoarse, and it just came out as a rasp. His head and stomach ached so that it made it hard to focus on anything. His dark circles more significant, even paler skin, and nose the color of Roman’s sash were dead giveaways to his illness.

But that didn’t matter. He had to be there for Thomas, as well as the others. He had already caused Thomas to procrastinate more than he could, and he’d hate to see the look on Patton’s face if he bailed.

So, he covered his face in as much concealer as he possibly could and popped into the living room.

Big Mistake.

He almost fell over from wooziness, which of course set off some alarm.

Logan was the first to take notice, looking at his physical appearance and stance assessing what was wrong. He stared at him with genuine concern, rather than the curiosity he had come to expect from the logical trait. His voice was light and soft, as he knew how sound could affect head aches.

“Virgil, are you feeling your best?”

Was he really that out of shape? The anxious side put on his best fake voice, trying to avoid the rasp and congestion that was so obvious.

“Yeah…why would you ask?”

“Well, you look as though something is off. The bags under your eyes have darkened, your skin tone has grown lighter, in addition to your general appearance of wooziness and general none focus. Are you feeling strange at all today?”

Virgil caught a glare at Patton, a look of care and concern slowly becoming more apparent.

“Yeah, kiddo, you seem to be a little under the weather at the moment-

“Patton we are in a house, I assure you he is protected from all of nature’s harm”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “A little too literal there Logan. But figure of speeches aside they have a point.”

“While I’d love to get this video done as soon as possible, your health does take priority. So, honestly Virgil, are you feeling alright?”

Did…did Roman just show him some genuine kindness? Maybe he was going loopy.

“Guys, I’m fi-

Virgil was abruptly cut off by a coughing fit, wracking its way through his whole body as he doubled over.

Patton quickly walked over to the weak trait.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes and take you straight to bed! You need to get some rest so you can get better!”

Virgil was quick to disagree. “But the video, the fanders, they’ve been wait-

Logan was quicker to reply. “While the video is important, your health is much more inportant as Roman preciously stated. Now hurry off to bed before you get even worse”

The next thing Virgil new he was laying in bed with a thermometer in his mouth and Patton standing right next to him.

“102 degrees. Kiddo, why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

Virgil stared at the ground, or rather the bedding he was surrounded by. “Well, you all seemed so busy and I just didn’t wanna be a bother. Besides, I didn’t think you all would care.”

That left Patton’s heart in shambles. First, his poor little shadowling has the flu, and now he didn’t even think they would care. How that tore at his heartstrings.

“Now, kiddo, you that know we care about you. We were really busy with the next Sander Sides video, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make time for you!”

That warmed the sick sides heart. Or maybe that was just nausea. Either way, he appreciates the sentiment.

“Thanks Patton.”

“Now you stay right where you are. I think the soup I made for you is almost finished. Be right back kiddo!”

As soon as Patton left the room, a sudden wave of nausea hit him. Why didn’t he grab that medicine while he had the chance?

“Virgil! I’m back with your-

The second the moral side returned, he regretted leaving.

He found Virgil completely shocked up, as if he’d seen a ghost. He looked weak, pail, as if all the life had been sucked out of him. He lay there, clutching his head as if jackhammers were making there way through it. He dropped the soup on the closest surface he could find and ran to his side.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” His voice was soft as he stroked through the ill traits hair.

He got no response. It was safe to assume that the vomit has burned his throats to the point he didn’t wanna speak.

“Well, I have some soup for you. Do you wanna try getting something in your system now? Maybe some crackers?”

With a small nod of Virgil’s head, he summoned some saltines and Gatorade, the grape flavor of course. He fed him these things along with the soup and he fell soon after, with Patton still at his side.

The next morning, Virgil awoke to the sound of snoring. Patton was asleep in a chair next to him, a small line of drool on his chin. He began stirring when he heard the shifting of Virgil to get out of bed and drape a blanket on him. He was shivering, even though he was blushing more than average, glass askew on his face.

“Virgil? How are you feeling?”

“A lot better” Which was the truth. His energy level was back to normal, he didn’t feel nauseas, his head was cleared, and he could talk now!

“Just lemme take your temperature to make sure.” He placed the thermometer in his mouth and waited for the red to rise.

“98.6! Perfect! It was probably all that soup! Do you know what the Secret Ingredient is?”

Virgil didn’t know anything about cooking, last time he tied he nearly burnt down the kitchen.


“It’s love! Now come on, they’re probably getting ready to film the video again!”

As they walked down the steps, Virgil couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling inside that he was certain wasn’t vomit. It felt great to know that someone cared about him so much.

Logan quickly saw the two coming down.

“Ah. Virgil, are you feeling back to best?”

“Yeah thanks to Patton.”

Roman let a large grin appear on his face.

“Oustanding! Now we can get back to filming the vi-

He was cut off by a large coughing for coming from the west side of the room.

“Virgil, was that you?”


They all turned to stare at the moral side. His face was a little paler than average, he was shivering, he seemed to have aess energized stance than on average.

“Huh? Well, I’ve gotta admit that I’m not really feeling 100%, but I can still film!”

He quickly rubbed at his head in an attempt to make sure no one saw him, but it was still noticed.

Virgil glanced around the others in the room.

“I am so sorry for getting you sick-

“No need to apologize kiddo! I’ll be fi-

He cut himself off again with another loud coughing fit, to which Virgil wasn’t having any of.

He turned to the other sides around him “Don’t worry, I got this.”

He slowly helped Patton up the stairs to his bed, being careful not to make that much noise has e took his tempature.

“101, looks like your staying here. In the meantime, I’m gonna start looking for the soup recipe.”

“Thank you, Virgil”

“Anytime, Dad”

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3iii logicality I can so see that


3) iii) Logicality

The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere.

Logan learned to read very young. He was also one of the few boys in his class that read for pleasure, who loved to sit back and enjoy the written word. His schoolwork was always good, but his essays especially got a lot of praise from his teachers. He was clear, concise, showed his sources and all in all wrote textbook perfect answers. He loved doing research and loved learning facts, whether useful or less so. The world was his oyster and he wanted to know everything he could about it.

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— INSOMNIA || 02

PAIRING: min yoongi x reader

GENRE: university au, neighbors au, angsty, lil fluffy, all over the place really



A/N: i did not expect the feedback on the first part of this at all!! thank you so much!

SUMMARY: You had believed for the majority of you life that your diagnosis of insomnia was going to restrict you no matter what career path you took, where you lived, or who was involved in your life. I guess you were right all along.

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“Daydreaming again?”

Jimin nudged you with a warm grin despite the low temperature.  You smiled and nodded, your cheeks flushing in color as the sidewalk grew more narrow with the arrival of one of Jimin’s friends.  You were not close with the majority of Jimin’s friends due to your shy nature, which might explain why you remain very close with Jimin.  You were not particularly fond of Jimin’s friends anyway, finding them a bit too loud and disruptive during the wrong times. However, you did not state said opinions because you understood that you did not know them like Jimin did. You kept your head down as you found yourself zoning out again, the image of Yoongi filling your thoughts again. You pondered if you should approach him to set up the breakfast and learn where you would eat, or if you should wait for him to do so. You had never experienced something mimicking this, so how were you supposed to know?

Jimin left you halfway through your walk home to take a different path to his apartment with his friend, waving goodbye and declaring that he would text you. You returned the statement and mentioned his friend while saying goodbye as well, just to be nice. You clutched onto your textbook while walking, your nose red because of the cold temperature outside and your lack of a scarf. Approaching the complex, you noticed what appeared as if the neighbor on the other side of Yoongi, screaming at him outside the front doors about what you expected was his playing. You gulped, watching as Yoongi’s eyes met you before he faced the neighbor once more. You lowered your head while tightening your grasp on the textbook, wondering if the neighbor would cause a halt in Yoongi’s playing.

“You said it yourself, your apartment is soundproof! If it bothers you so much then you should buy a better system to deal with the sound occurring outside of your apartment.” Yoongi calmly stated before joining your side and opening the front door for you.  Your neighbor glared at both of you, and you felt your cheeks warming as you thanked Yoongi.  He was definitely not required to act so kind around you, and you felt especially grateful for him despite having been introduced just this morning.  Yoongi allowed an exhausted sigh to escape his lips before running his hand through his hair, peering down at you with a smile, one that was not forced unlike the rest of those he had given throughout the day.  “Has he caused you problems before? He acts like he has never heard something in the middle of the night, which is impossible.”

“Yes, he frequently complains about things that do not impact him the slightest. He comes from a rich background and believes that everyone should worship the ground he walks on… He once told me that I was being too loud in the morning although his apartment is one down from mine. He is not very observant,” you replied, earning a chuckle from Yoongi who appeared genuinely curious about what you had to say.  You rarely experienced another person caring more than just being nice, so you felt out of place, but in a good way.  You allowed a smile to form on your lips as you remembered what was going to occur in just a few hours from now with the boy who walked by your side.  “If you allow him to complain, then he will eventually stop once he realizes you lack the attention to listen.”

“I love that café! It serves the most delicious coffee and hot chocolate, perfect for this kind of weather,” you smiled at Yoongi, and he nodded. You wiggles your toes along the soles of your shoes, wondering what Yoongi was thinking, and if you were involved. The elevator soon opened, and you both slipped through the doors with no problems. Yoongi quietly pressed the floor button you both belonged to, stepping back so that you were once again even with one another. He relaxed his shoulders, which you realized were full of tension due to your screaming neighbor trying to cause more issues. “What time do you want to go? We can walk together or just meet up at the café; I do not really mind, so whatever you prefer I am fine with.”

“I will knock at your door around nine if that’s okay?” Yoongi faces you with a faint smile. You agreed without hesitating, knowing that your schedule was completely empty. Yoongi nodded, and you both faced the elevator doors in comfortable silence. Being alone with a boy was typically intimidating for you, but for some reason you were calm about Yoongi, ignoring the puttering of your heart caused by his kindness and appearance. You glanced down at the time on your phone, deciding you would study for a few hours before carrying out your usual night routine. Yoongi nudged you, “I bought a piece today that I think you’ll enjoy… it is nothing extravagant, and I definitely can not play the piece like the composer, but maybe it will be as affective as the other pieces. It was for sale at a shop closing down on the outskirts of town, so I thought that maybe I could buy it and see.”

“I will pay at least half th—“

“It is fine,” Yoongi responded calmly. You bit your tongue, feeling as if since he is playing for you rather than sleeping that you should repay him in some way. Yoongi rested his back against the elevator wall, bouncing his head to the quiet music playing with all of its simplicity. You turned away to peer at the doors, watching as they opened on a floor that is definitely not yours. An elderly woman stood in front of you; you and Yoongi greeted her quietly as you both moved towards one of the other walls to give her more space. Yoongi asked what floor she was headed to as the doors closed again, leading you all up to your actual floor. The woman replied with the ground floor, and Yoongi clicked it with ease.

“Not many boys living here would ask me; they all act like they have never seen an old lady. Thank you both for being so kind, and you, make sure to keep him tied down; boys like that are hard to come by nowadays.” The woman smiled at you, motioning towards Yoongi. You felt your cheeks reddening as you struggled to find the words to correct her statement, but before the chance arose Yoongi thanked her and tapped your arm, walking out. You caught up with Yoongi quickly, your cheeks flushed in color as you lacked a response. Yoongi chuckled lightly as he shook his head, stopping at your apartment door.

“Here’s your textbook; have a nice night and I will see you tomorrow,” Yoongi grinned as he carefully handed you the book. You bowed and quietly thanked him, unlocking your door and closing it quickly behind you.

You placed your textbook on the counter of your kitchen, flopping onto the couch where you hid your face in a nearby pillow. Your heart was racing in ways that it never had before, and you did not have words to explain what was occurring. Yoongi was handsome, and he was a gentleman, just like the woman had said. You just did not understand how to process his actions and words! You squeezed your eyes closed while clutching onto the pillow, not failing to scream into it as quietly as you possibly could. You felt your heart slow down as you thought about what Jimin would say the next day when you said you attended breakfast with Yoongi. Jimin was in awe you were even partially curious about another person. You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling above you, pondering what Yoongi was doing, not aware that he was mimicking your own actions.


Begin Again - Part 3 - Dylan O’Brien

Title: Christmas Day: The Dylan Way

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 7,395

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Mainly it’s Fluffy?

Song: All I Want For Christmas by Lindsey Stirling

Notes: Happy Holi-Dyl’s: Day 3. I swear, Dylan is so sweet and cute and I want a Dylan in my life.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[From Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: You’re really missing some good shit over here in New York, dude.]

[To Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: Oh I am, am I?]

[From Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: Oh yeah. Julia decided to try and make some apple pie and she exploded her entire kitchen. It was great.]

[From Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: So we went out to eat since she couldn’t cook like she planned to. We went to this place called Rock Center Café, right at Rockefeller Center. It was so good.]

[From Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: I even bought you some chocolate from the Godiva store! You better love me.]

[From Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: But I’ll have to bring you here next time, when I can actually get you out here. We would have so much fun!]

[To Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: You seem so sure you will get me out there. Haha.]

[From Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: Of course I will. I have ways to tempt you.]

[To Dylan O’Brien 😍💕: Try me, O’Brien.]

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anonymous asked:

lols legit i just love me my fluff and mutual pining and just all types of that wonderfulness, even with light angst tbh and i love me my HS Aus or college Aus or Human Aus or anything inbetween lmfao XD Ur brilliant and hope this isn't too much of a bother =D

Sorry it took so long, I got distracted! Here are some recs :) [Sorry if I don’t have a lot of light or human fics, most of my bookmarks are heavy werewolf angst oops. I went through half my bookmarks and this is already too long lol enjy!]

I’ve Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope [61k, E]

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?“

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

He’s Not Mine by Sunnee [68k, E]

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

302, I Love You by paintedrecs [4k, T]

It was a beautiful summer morning—mid-70s with a light breeze, ideal weather for soaking up the sun without fear of overheating. If anyone asked, that was why Stiles was sitting on his balcony with a book he hadn’t touched in the last half hour and a mug of coffee he’d been absently sipping from, his gaze fixed on the parking lot several stories below.

Coincidentally, one of his neighbors—Hot Dude From 302, not that it was relevant—had chosen the same morning to wash his stupidly flashy Camaro.

Shyft by paintedrecs [6k, T]

Derek finally gave the driver more than a passing glance.

He was roughly Derek’s age and surprisingly handsome, despite the ugly plaid shirt he’d rolled up past his elbows. He had broad shoulders, honey-dark hair, a line of moles trailing enticingly along his cheek, and thick eyelashes framing dark eyes that glittered with humor. And he was laughing at Derek.


At the end of a long work day, all Derek wanted was to get home as quickly as possible. When his scheduled ride showed up—distractingly good-looking, driving a beat-up Jeep, and full of interesting conversation—Derek felt like his evening might turn out a whole lot better than he’d expected. Until his trust issues flared back to life, telling him “Stiles” wasn’t everything that he’d seemed.

Lovebitten by LunaCanisLupus_22 [10k, M]

The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.

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anonymous asked:

i'm a high school freshman, and i'm taking GeoHonors, BioHonors, Advanced English, and Advanced Art... i'm overwhelmed. I attend a high school known for high stress levels and suicides.. Previously in my elementary+middle schools, i was a straight-A student, no biggie. I thought high school would be the same.. which is why I signed up for so many honors. I'm also playing competitive volleyball, studying for the october ACT (for a summer camp), and preparing for my final piano exam. help? ~Kass

Hey Kass! Hope you’re doing well. Shelby here. :)

You sure got a lot going on. Sometimes that can be good & other times not so much. But you do sound very smart and you do seem like you got a ton going for you which is a plus.

I’ve got some resources & links to show you today in hopes it helps you.

Healthy Ways to Cope with Stress

Feeling emotional and nervous or having trouble sleeping and eating can all be normal reactions to stress. Engaging in healthy activities and getting the right care and support can put problems in perspective and help stressful feelings subside in a few days or weeks. Some tips for beginning to feel better are:

  • Take care of yourself.
  • Talk to others. Share your problems and how you are feeling and coping with a parent, friend, counselor, doctor, or pastor.
  • Avoid drugs and alcohol. Drugs and alcohol may seem to help with the stress. In the long run, they create additional problems and increase the stress you are already feeling.
  • Take a break. If your stress is caused by a national or local event, take breaks from listening to the news stories, which can increase your stress.
  • Eat healthy, well-balanced meals
  • Exercise on a regular basis
  • Get plenty of sleep
  • Give yourself a break if you feel stressed out

Recognize when you need more help. If problems continue or you are thinking about suicide, talk to a psychologist, social worker, or professional counselor.

Time Management:

Motivation & Procrastination:

Study Techniques & Studying:


Exams and tests:

General Academics:


College needs:


Helpful sites:

High school needs:

Mental health resources:

Misc resources:



School resources:

Stress relief:

ACT Test Guide

Things to Remember:

  • Difficult questions are worth the same points as easy questions.
  • If you answer 53% of the questions correctly, you get an average score.
  • There is no penalty for wrong answers - guess if you don’t know.
  • Budget your time; don’t spend too much time on a question.
  • Read each question throughly and know what it’s asking for.
  • Mark up the booklet to help you - annotate and show your work if that helps you


  • Questions often test for redundancy and irrelevance.


  • The first time, go through and do the questions that are easier and faster to do.
  • Then, go back and tackle questions that you don’t know how to do or will take more time for you to complete.
  • Look at the answers and plug them in. (start with the middle answer)
  • Substitute numbers for variables.
  • Look at the question like a logic puzzle, not a math problem.


  • Skim the reading to get a general sense of the passage.
  • Answer questions that refer to specific words or sentences, and then move on the questions that require you to read paragraphs.
  • Focus on main points and ideas. (usually in first and last sentences of each paragraph)
  • Pay attention to details that might be important to the story.
  • Think about why the author wrote the passage and
  • Mark up the booklet - annotate! (as mentioned above)


  • what the labels mean
  • what the table shows
  • trends
  • units of measurements
  • data representation (charts and tables)
  • research summaries
  • conflicting viewpoints (usually asked to compare and contrast)


  • formulate and opinion
  • maintain focus on your topic
  • ability to defend your opinion using reasoning and supporting ideas
  • organize your ideas in a logical way
  • use language clearly and effectively

Helpful ACT links:

Hope this helps. :) xx