time's library

Rough Day**




I haven’t seen Y/N in over a week. Finals had started and she had spent all of her extra time in the university library with her head in her books. We had made plans to hang out in hopes to take some of the pressure off of her but every night without fail, I’d receive a text late at night that she wasn’t going to make it.

Today was Y/N’s first final and I had managed to convince her to come over afterwards. She protested at first, claiming that she needed to prepare for her other finals, but she soon realized that she deserved a break from studying. 

I was sitting in my office editing a video when I heard my front door open and slam shut, the sound of loud footsteps making their way into my flat.

“Y/N?” I asked coming out of my office. 

I moved further into my flat only to find my girlfriend sprawled over my couch, a pillow hugged tightly against her chest.

“Hey love, how’d your first final go?” I said patting her leg that was flung over the arm of the couch. The smile I had etched across my face for finally seeing my girlfriend in weeks faded when I saw her tear stained cheeks. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I failed, I’m pretty sure I just bombed that test. I completely drew a blank on half of the questions and I now I’m going to have to retake the class…” she trailed off with a sniffled.

“Y/N you didn’t fail. You knew all the materials, forwards and backwards.”

“I failed Joe, like I’m pretty positive.” She said as she moved to sit up, allowing room for Joe to sit down next to her and pull her close. “And now I’m probably going to fail tomorrow’s finals because this is in my head and I should just drop out now.”

“Love you’re not dropping out, you’re already so far-“

“I might not have a choice Joe if I fail the rest of these tests.” Y/N said standing up and running her fingers through her hair.

“You’re stressed Y/N. You’ve been studying for months without a break. This is why I’ve wanted you to come over last week and today. You need to relax love. You’re second guessing your intelligence, promise me. Let me help you relax and get you ready for tomorrow.” I said pulling her onto my lap and kissing the side of her neck.

“No Joe, I need to go home and study.” She said attempting to push me away but failed as my grip around her waist tightened.

“Y/N you are taking a break tonight.” I whispered in her ear.

“Joe..” She said quietly as she let her head roll back as I began kissing her neck again.

“Come on love,” I said picking her up and carrying her to my guest room, laying her on the bed. “Let me make your bad day better” I said with a smirk as I kissed her lips.

I ran my hand down the side of her body, my finger tips stopping at the end of her t-shirt. I push my hand under her shirt and caress the smooth skin of her tummy. Pulling away from the kiss, I sit her up to pull the shirt over her head. My lips find their way to their favorite spot on her neck as I fumble with the clasp on her bra. 

I feel her own hands on the skin as she tugs on my shirt. I help her pull it over my head before reattaching my lips to her soft skin, as I move my way down her body. I stop to work at the button of her jeans, sliding them and her underwear down her legs and tossing them to the side next to the rest of her clothes. 

I kiss down the inside of her legs causing goosebumps to form as her back arches; anticipating my next move. I ran a fingers up and down her folds before continuing the actions with my tongue. 

Y/N let out a soft moan as I began to suck harshly on her clit. I could feel her body start to relax under my touch. All her built up stress from her exams were being release with each moan she let out. 

I pushed a finger into her slowly causing a louder moan to release her lips as her grip on the bed sheets tightened. 

“Shit…Joe” Y/N breathed out as her legs began to shake.

She let her back arch even more off of the bed as she let out another loud moan mixed with my name as she released all the pressure that had built up inside of her. 

Pull myself away from her core and bring my lips up to hers, “Feel better?” I smile against her lip.

“Mhmm, although I might need some more of that later tonight.” 

“Oh so you’re staying the night now?” I laughed. 

“I suppose I deserve a proper break for the rest of the day.”

“You can always come back after tomorrows finals, I’m sure there is something more I can do to help you relive some more stress.” I smirked causing her to laugh. 

“Thanks Joe.” She said wrapping her arms around my torso after I laid down beside her. 

me: *staring at my wip* 
me: Time to reorganize my library. 
me: *staring at my wip* 
me: Time to make pie crust. 
me: *staring at my wip* 
me: Now I gotta do dishes. 
me: *staring at my wip* 
me: Is it too late to do laundry? 

I just need, like, a bully. does someone want to bully me into finishing this? 

Originally posted by nerdification

you know what would have been great? if ron got sorted into slytherin.

imagine– we have this kid on the train, the first friend harry meets, with his corned beef sandwiches and smudged nose. ron is eleven years old and he wants gryffindor, because he’s a weasley and that’s what always happens. but it doesn’t happen.

what a way to redeem slytherin house– or, god, at least complicate it. because ron is petty. he is mean and sharp and ambitious and jealous– and he is loyal to the ends of the earth. he is all those things, and he is and always has been good.

potter becomes before weasley in the alphabet, so harry says not slytherin please and gets told might as well be gryffindor. percy and fred and george are all sitting there in red and gold, ruffling the already-ruffled hair of the boy who lived, smug, and then ron sits down and the hat spits out slytherin!

c'mon it’d be fun. just imagine–

  • the weasleys freaking out– but even that first christmas molly sends him a sweater in beautiful green and silver.

  • snape taking points from gryffindor when ron breaks rules or mouths off. “i’m in your house.” “hm, couldn’t tell which weasley it was…” /drifts away

  • sitting with harry in potions and in flying– whatever classes they happen to share. meeting up to study. scarfing down their breakfasts at separate tables so they can go hang out in the empty classrooms before the day starts. hermione reads while they play exploding snap.
    • the trio signing up for all the same electives third year. this friendship being something they earn and work for; not just the one that looked easiest. (not to bash canon ron&harry, the bros to end all bros, but by putting this very obvious obstacle between them– it makes it that much clearer to the reader that this is a love worth fighting for, because they’re fighting for it).
    • ron being jealous that harry and hermione get to share this house, this home, these hours, while he’s stuck with malfoy and parkinson and goyle– because that would eat him up some days, some months, this insecure kid who’s been the last at everything all his life. this kid who always leaves and always comes back.

  • ron, who constantly compares himself to his brothers– not as smart, not as popular, not as good. one more nail in that coffin, here, yeah? he’s not a prefect, not a quidditch star, not a troublemaker– and even when he becomes those things, someone else has always gotten there first
    • well, i guess he got to this house first at least

  • ron still snaps at snape in potions, after hermione’s been ignored three times, “you know, sir, i think hermione might know the answer.” he still pulls the bars off harry’s window with a stolen, flying car. he still shows harry around the burrow shyly, not knowing what a wonder a warm home is. he still stands up in the shrieking shack as best as he can with a broken leg and tells a mass murderer that if he wants harry he’ll have to go through him first. 
    • ron weasley is a lot of things, but one of them is absolutely a true friend.

  • in their second year:
    • when everyone calls harry the heir, they eye ron at his side and sniff.
    • when hermione lays petrified in the medical ward, ron sits at her side and reads her homework assignments aloud and thinks my house this was my house
    • when ron hugs ginny’s damp, shaking frame after the chamber, ron says sorry and sorry and are you okay and i’m so sorry and ginny calls him an idiot.

  • the trio spends more time in the library with hermione, since ron can’t come to gryffindor tower to study, and homework remains a thing that has to happen. fred and george constantly try to sneak him into the tower anyway. 
    • “c'mon, ronnykins, you belong here, you deserve it, no one’s gonna fuss, it’s your BIRTHRIGHT,” and ron fusses and rolls his eyes at them
    • and then in fourth year in one of those periods where he’s not talking to harry and harry’s not talking to him– he just snaps at the twins
      • because it’s not, alright?
      • not his birthright, not his house, and maybe no one would fuss if he snuck in, maybe no one would care, and that makes it worse not better, because then he’s just that weasley who should’ve been gryffindor
      • and isn’t
    • (and harry overhears this caterwauling, feels his heart fall to his toes, and goes and awkwardly asks ron if he wants to go a few laps on his firebolt). 
    • (because, god, harry-the-chosen-one, harry-in-the-cupboard-under-the-stairs, harry-who’ll-save-us-all– he knows what it’s like to have should have beens on your shoulders, and he knows what it’s like to not be wanted).

  • ron cheers for gryffindor during quidditch matches in those first few years, and sits with hagrid and hermione and neville. harry’s seeker, and fred and george are beaters, and ginny becomes chaser eventually, and honestly screw the slytherin team. they have each and every one of them said disparaging things about ron’s mother.
    • harry and hermione badger ron into trying out for keeper fourth year; he and harry have been practicing on the quidditch pitch because its a non-library-shaped place to hang out where both of them are allowed. ron makes the slytherin roster, and malfoy grudgingly provides ron a team broom after the captain chews him out for a bit.
      • “he may be a weasley, but he’s our keeper, don’t you want to win, draco”
    • but the sort of things they spit in the locker room, the words the players hiss or snigger, the slurs that come easy to their tongues– ron would like to say that he considered just walking out of the cesspit, but instead he snipes and sasses and shouts and sometimes tries to spell slugs at the worst of them. 
      • it doesn’t do much, that one irritated voice of protest– except that it does. and he’s got a new (hand-me-down) wand, after the gilderoy fiasco, so the slugs even come out the right end.
    • fred gives him a black eye with a bludger one time (though ron does manage to block the quaffle) and molly sends a howler to gryffindor table with the morning post. (“RON DID YOU TATTLE”) (“IT WAS CLEARLY PERCY, FRED, SIT DOWN”)
      • (the weasleys often have family conversations across the great hall, with hufflepuffs and ravenclaws covering their ears long-sufferingly between them)

  • in the lake, it’s still ron hanging there in the water, still and bloated. it’s still harry’s heart that stutters in his chest, for all it’s just a game, just a game, just a game, right?

  • ron listens hard and tries to talk himself out of fist fights, all that next year in the slytherin common room as they read aloud rita skeeter articles.

  • when hermione calls dumbledore’s army to its first session in that pub, there are green scarves in that crowd– ron and one of the beaters who ron’s gotten to help glare to rest of the slytherin quidditch team into submission.

  • ron beats draco to being prefect (i think i remember it was dumbledore and not mcgonagall who seemed to award prefect status– snape doesn ’t get a say).
    • percy is SO PROUD, as usual, but so are fred and george. “did you see the little malfoy git? green with shame, my god.”

  • when harry has the dream about sirius, ron isn’t there to wake. but when draco’s pulled out of bed to be a professional bully– er, i mean inquisitorial squad member– ron follows at a careful distance and curses draco from behind. 
    • they ride thestrals over london. harry finds the prophecy and ron thinks about the sorts of things that get decided at your birth.  
    • sirius black was a son of slytherin who had a lion living in his chest that he couldn’t hide away. 
    • ron was meant to be gryffindor, and through a haze of injury and fear he watches sirius die just out of harry’s reach.

  • just imagine: ron with his temper and his sharp words and his fierce loyalty. ron who looks into the mirror of erised and sees house cups and prefect badges and ambitions earned– he could belong in slytherin. there is nothing wrong with wanting things, and he wants them so bad.

  • there are so many reasons to fight a war, and so many ways. harry and his sacrifices, his loving resignation. hermione’s good right hook and bottomless bag of supplies. luna, brilliant and a bit batty. lee jordan’s radio and mcgonagall’s burning patience and brittle, certain bones.

  • just imagine: when the last battle comes, there is a slytherin on the field who is not snape.

  • when draco and his parents walk away, in that last battle, ron–
    • who slept in the same dormitory as the boy for six years
    • who heard draco’s nightmares and saw him paling and desperate all sixth year
    • who is as pureblooded as lucius’s spoiled whelp
    • who remembers grimacing at the thought of squibs
    • who has known magic all his life
    • who spotted draco penning letters home to his mother every sunday and hiding them when the other boys could see–
    • ron sees them going.
      • he sounds no alarms. he says no farewells.
      • he turns back to his friends, and his fight, and lets them be.

  • just imagine: when harry kneels on the train platform and his second son asks him “but what if i get sorted slytherin, dad?” harry can say, “the bravest man i ever knew was in slytherin house. whatever you are, wherever you go, we’re going to be so proud of you." 
    • and they can both gaze over to where ron is squawking beside his daughter’s trolley of luggage because crookshanks (who will live to be forty eight million years old) has latched onto his shins with a violent fondness.
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
—  Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

I need more book suggestions. I saw beauty and the beast a few days ago and downloaded the sounds track the same day and I’m not ashamed

Why do you write in lowercase?

Why do you keep talking about love, about heartache?

I don’t want to hear about your sadness.

Tell me about the peach trees. About the cherry blossoms,

or the way you smiled at baby Groot.

(I know you did.)

Tell me your equivalent of eating yellow paint,

tell me how the cold made your feet curl.

Did you ask the barista for iced coffee?

I want to know if you laughed at Jimmy Fallon tonight.

Tell me about fairy lights, or leather boots,

or the way the bubbles looked against the incoming traffic.

I don’t want to know your misery anymore.


i don’t even know what makes you happy // bluestruckholly


My sister and I found these AMAZING book-inspired tins at the book festival this past weekend and just had to buy them. They’re by “Novelteas” if you’re interested! 

And yes they have tea in them!!! (But I think you can also buy just the tin if you want). 

- m

Belle from beauty and the beast 2014

Belle from once upon a time

Belle from beauty and the beast 2017

Belle from beauty and the beast Disney 1991