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Discipline 101

So you have the ambition. You have all the answers. All you lack is the discipline.

Unsurprisingly, this is a problem most people have, so don’t worry, you’re not alone.

Tell me, do you have a concrete goal? Or is it something vague like, “Rule the world”, or “get rich” or “become famous”?

Usually those who lack discipline have a habit of getting ahead of themselves and they end up having all these fantastic goals without any knowledge of how to achieve them. They have big ambitions, but no clear plans, no visible steps, and no foundation to start their life on. It’s the equivalent of standing on one side of the river and being able to see the other side, but having no method of making it across.

It’s good to have a starting point, and know what you want in the end. But the path to earning what you desire isn’t pre-made for you. It’s up to you to lay every brick and measure everything out. In your life, you’re the architect, you’re the engineer, you’re the investor, you’re everything.

So the how do you get some discipline?  It’s simple: You need to know how you’re going to do something, before you set out to do it.

Step 1: Get Motivated

Make a list. And make sure you handwrite it. Two columns. Think about everything you have a problem with, all your interests and passions, and everything you have ever wanted in one column. In the other column, spend as much time as you need to come up with solutions to each issue/goal. Don’t write one side, without the other.

Spend a couple days looking at that list. Make it into a poster, use it as your phone background, it doesn’t matter as long as you make sure you see it every day until you feel something. I’m saying that incredibly vaguely because people are fueled by different emotions. For me, it was rage.

Every morning, I stared at that list of everything I’d ever wanted, every little problem that made my life miserable and I got furious. To see what my life revolved around so callously written on paper, and feeling so close yet so far, that drove me insane. My anger made my passion double, and nothing fuels discipline more than passion.

Step 2: Plan

Once you’ve gotten yourself suitably motivated to take charge of your life, don’t waste any time. Start by creating a plan. Now that you know what you want to do, figure out how to do it.

Create a timeline for the next year and then a looser version for the next ten years. It can sound daunting, but when you fall off track at some point (and I can guarantee, you will) you’re going to need something to point you in the right direction.

For your detailed, one year plan, make sure your goals are distributed into two categories: Short term and Long term.  

For your short term goals, list everything you want to achieve in that year and how exactly you’re going to do it.

For example,  if you want to lose weight, I don’t just want to see you write down “lose weight”. Tell me how. Tell me how much. Tell me by when. “Lose five pounds by October by going to the gym 4 days a week”, or “Cut down on eating X food so I can lose 5 pounds by October”, etc. Be specific.

For your long term goals, pick 3 things you want in general. The first thing should be something you can achieve in that year, and it should be the focus of your entire year. The second thing is something you don’t necessarily need, but it makes you happy anyways (like spending more time on a hobby, or saving money for a new designer bag, etc.). The third thing should be something that stays fairly consistent in every single ‘year-plan’ you have. Ultimately, it’s either your most important desire, or very close to it.

These long term goals will help you put together your 10 year plan, and create a better sense of direction in your life.

Step 3: Prioritize

Learn to prioritize these tasks and goals. Don’t go to sleep until you’ve felt like you’ve completed all your tasks for the day. Don’t give in to distractions and the illusion of “well-deserved fun”. Sure, going clubbing may seem fun on  Saturday, but it won’t be fun on Sunday night when you’re frantically writing a paper that’s due in two hours. There’s always time for fun later, there’s always another concert and another football game and another party. But some things have a greater impact on your life than just one night of “fun”.

I’m not saying become some kind of a workaholic. There’s always a time and a place for everything. If you try to follow your plan without any distractions or any fun, you’re going to get bored and then you’re start to hate your plan and your life and then it gets messy. Avoid all that by knowing when you’ve earned a break. It’s very important to discern when you can afford to step away from work to have fun with your friends and when going out is just going to distract you from an important deadline. 

Step 4: Act

Now, don’t just write these goals down and shove them in a dusty file on your desk. Keep them within arms reach. Look at them frequently. What I like to do is every morning, I write down a short term goal I have for that week/day/month and one of my long-term goals in my planner. It’s just a little reminder and keeps me focused throughout the day. I don’t feel like my day is complete or productive until I’ve had some progress on either the long term or short term goal.

Also, keep in mind that while planning is a great thing to do, don’t expect yourself to stick to every single detail of the plan. Life happens, and there are certain things you cannot control (although it wouldn’t hurt to try). Don’t be too hard on yourself if you find yourself unable to complete one of your goals for the day/week/month. It happens to everyone, we’re all human. What you need to focus on is the big picture and move on. Don’t waste precious time wallowing in past mistakes. Time doesn’t wait for anyone, least of all for you.

Step 5: Commit

Discipline doesn’t come from just being motivated or having a plan. It comes from consistency. Form productive habits, start efficient routines, and stick to them. For example, if you want to become a writer, make sure you write something, however small it is, everyday. One sentence, one paragraph, one page, the amount doesn’t matter. It’s important to understand that something, however small, is better than nothing. This constant dedication to your work will help you move one step closer to your goals.

The more you force yourself to stay in line when faced with temptation, the easier it will be every other time you are faced with the same challenge further down the line. Everyone forms habits. Just make sure they’re the right ones and you’d be shocked at how much your life could change.

Everything you need to become disciplined is inside of you. Everyone has the willpower and motivation. It’s just some people know what to do with it.

Just remember: Get motivated. Plan. Prioritize. Act. Commit

And the world is yours.

anonymous asked:

I used to be super interested in witchcraft when I was little, but now I'm pretty curious about practicing it and where I should start??

Ultimately, you start wherever you want to.

Think about why you were interested in witchcraft as a kid. What drew you to it? What did you want to do? Do some research on modern witchcraft, what it is now. What can you do? What can you not do? Are your childhood interests still possible? Are they even still relevant to you as an adult? As an adult, what do you want; and, subsequently, can you do that with with craft? What would you like to do with magic? Is it possible? What would you like to stay away from? Why?

Answer those questions, really look down and figure out what it is you want, and even who you are, and you should get a good idea of where you should go. For example, say you want to get into witchcraft to feel closer to nature, particularly the ocean, and channel that chaotic gorgeous energy; that might be a good sign to study sea magic. Or, perhaps, you have a supply limit, but you want to be able to do all sorts of things with minimal supplies; energy work is relevant in most forms of magic, and can do a lot with minimal / no other ingredients. Or, maybe you want to be more creative with your magic; sigil work is wonderful for that, while still being low on supplies and discreet. Maybe you want to do everything you can; well, welcome to eclectic witchcraft.

Some varieties of magic, to give you an idea and get you started: 

energy work ; candle magic ; crystal magic ; sachet magic ; knot magic ; poppet magic ; jar magic ; kitchen magic ; bath magic ; traditional magic ; urban magic ; glamour magic ; chaos magic ; sigil magic ; tech magic ; pop culture magic ; green magic ; elemental magic ; cottage magic ; sea magic ; storm magic ; space magic ; hedgework ; spirit work ; dragon magic ; shadow work ; blood magic ; sex magic ; death magic

Once you figure out a direction you want to go in, get some paper, find some reading material, and take notes. Research is one of the big things in witchcraft, and you’re going to be doing a bunch of it, particularly in the beginning, but honestly it never ends. Write what you want to know, or what you think you’ll want to use. Take what you read with a grain of salt; cross referencing is useful. 

[Here] is a list of authors you should try to avoid - trigger warning for mention of various disturbing topics. [Here] is a post that talks about why your book on witchcraft might be full of it; if you have any questions as to why that might be, feel free to ask the OP or even myself. [Here] is a post that explains using discretion and critical reading in regards to witchcraft books.

When you feel you’re prepared to start doing spells, do some. It might be easier to start with a premade spell, and they still work if you didn’t write them yourself, but if you feel you wanna write your own, go for it. Take notes of what you do during your castings, particularly in the beginning, so when mistakes happen (and they will), you can go back and read and see where it might have gone wrong to try to fix it or avoid in the future.

And yes, you will make mistakes. We all did, and still do. The best part of magic is experimentation, finding what works for you. You’re not gonna get everything perfect; some things also just won’t work for you. Try to fix it, but if it isn’t working, just move on. Keep your confidence in yourself - remember we all screw up and had to go through this period of finding who we are as magic users within the craft. You will find it in your own time, no rush, do it at your own pace. It is YOUR magic, after all.

And that’s what I’ve got for right now (starting to feel a bit drained, so I can’t flesh this out like I want to, but I’m thinking of writing down topics to work on more posts later). For things I didn’t cover, here are some more posts to read through:

If you have any more specific questions, I will do what I can. :)

Taken By Force (Taeyong!)

anon(s) said:Hey guys! I was wondering about a Dom!Taeyong smut where he’s really rough and forces you to blow him? Of course including consent but still, can it be really hot and stuff? :D sincerely, whose life is now complete 😌 thanks for your hard work guys❤

Can i request Taeyong smut when he finds out his gf search history was “Taeyong SMUT fanfic” “Taeyong 18+ fanfic” etc Lolololol Thank-you and have a great day

could you do a rough!taeyong super steamy smut? please make it as hot as you can sorry im just too thirsty for this guy lmao

author: admin hyo

word count:1863

a/n: What have I done~ this took me forever, but it’s here. The only real warning is that there is some consensual non-con. So if you’re not into that don’t read. But please enjoy.

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i see you
i see the way you look at her
the way you try and disguise the way your heart is skipping in your chest at the thought of her
the way you avoid meeting her eyes because you’re afraid that she’ll see the truth

i see you
i see the way you hide
the way you doodled her name with hearts around it in pencil, then scratched it out with ink so many times that the paper ripped

i see you
i see the way you long to hold her hand
the way you wish it her was lips you were kissing (instead of his)
the way you wish it was her holding you at night when you can’t sleep because you can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to tell everyone

i see you
i see you
and everyday.
—  to all my sapphic goddesses in the closet, i see you 💫🌹 (no terfs allowed)
(cc, 2017)

anonymous asked:

RFA boys + V with MC being a teacher and all that comes with it. Like, for older kids a specialized knowledge about a certain subject and knowing teen stuff, and with little kids being up on all the latest "kid" things and always looking at (cont)

(Cont) toys and picture books and singing silly songs. And of course, the grading and lesson planning and kids who give problems and stress that comes on top of that. But she really really loves being a teacher and won’t give it up.

(Combined because of similarity!!)

A/N: These requests are so pure and I enjoy them so much but ive never seen how a teacher prepares for anything so i went based on what a few things teacher friends/my dad told me and how i interact with my siblings and stuff ;A; ~Admin 404


           -The two of you act like such kids yourselves, but he absolutely loves it, you teach younger children and he can see how soft and sweet you are to them!

           -He actually enjoys some of the cool kid gadgets you check out for your class

           -That cool robo-dog toy? He wants one now


           -He’s actually sat in on a few classes of yours his butt actually fits in the little kid chairs

           -The little tikes love him to death! They like to tease him about dating you

           - though they all think he’s a kid too just in a higher grade ;A;

           -But sometimes kids can get rowdy, and he knows this

           -When you come home stressed out, from kids misbehaving, he’s always there to lighten the mood! Tells you stories from when he was a kid, full of silly sound effects, and he’s even borrowed picture books from his mum to show you childhood pictures! It embarrasses him sometimes, but he knows that you enjoy the imaginations children have so it can’t hurt to tell you, right?

           - also lowkey shows up around snack time when he visits because he freaking loVES THE JUICE BOXES AND COOKIES MC CAN HE HAVE SOME TOO


           -He knows how difficult teaching can be, his parents were teachers

           -SUPER. HYPED. When he found out that you’re a HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA TEACHER come on y'all i saw the chance so i took it

           -You actually went to school!!!! For acting!!! That’s amazing! He’s a natural so he didn’t have to

           -He tries to come to your class at least once a week to give the students some tips (since he’s in the field and semi-famous and all)


           -He dropped out of school and had bad experience with teachers so he was actually really iffy about your job at first

           -But the first time he watched you shine because of your passion for helping these teens, he knew you belonged in this career

           -But when you come home from a long day of teens being….well….teens, he feels so bad

           -He was a rebellious teen so he thinks he can help talk to them about listening and respecting everything you try to do for them he kept them for two class periods one day lecturing them about how much respect you deserve and the kids all literally cried and hugged you at the end of it jfc zen what did you sAY TO THEM

           -Always there to wipe away your tears, whether they be of joy or sadness, when your class puts on plays. You’re proud of your students but he’s always 10x more proud of you because heY MC YOU DID THAT, LOOK



           -She thinks it’s so cool because!!!! The two of you can both really appreciate literature

           -It’s like a personal little book club between the two of you, always talking about themes and deeper meanings

           -Not to mention she lives for the drama you over hear in your classroom come on we all live for gossip every now and then dont judge me or jaehee and you can teach her all of the younger lingo which she uses to understand a few of the interns at work

           -When you’ve been up for hours trying to grade papers, she’s always there to help with them

           -Mainly because she wants to avoid you bashing your head against the table because they’re all writing the same things over and over again

           -If she comes across something she’s unsure about in her readings you’re the first person she asks

           -Love love loves helping you pick which books your students are going to analyze next

           -Not to mention!!! You always have all the newest books in almost any genre because of your job and!!! She always has something new to read!!!!

           -If your day was rough though, she’s got coffee at the ready for you, the two of you are going to sit down and just rant about anything and everything that happened because hey kids can be stupid, she’s not gonna tell on you for pointing out the obvious


           -He finds it absolutely adorable when you come home covered in paint, glitter, marker, you name it

           -Calls you his masterpiece what a sap

           -Not used to being around kids but he visits your kids as often as possible


           - they paint kitty whiskers on his face sometimes and you’ve never seen him smile bigger

           -They once asked him to build a tower out of blocks with them and he took over the entire project, made a replica of the C&R building

           -When the two of you are at home, though, he refuses to admit he enjoys it there with the kids. Complains about paint on his white shirt, why are kids to loud, they’re so energetic what the heck, etc etc

           -Always buying cool new toys and craft things for your classroom- he knows how teachers are paid and he just wants to help out. For you. Not for the kids. its totally for the kids dont let him fool you

           -He never really knows how to comfort you if you come home from a hard day with your class, so he usually sits with your head resting against him. He listens to you rant about everything that happened, running his hand through your hair to let you know he’s listening.

           -Never ONCE has he asked you to quit your job. He thinks teachers are important and should be treasured, and he sees how happy the kids make you every day- he could never ask you to give that up but hey mc if you ever wants kids of your own, he’s got you, wink wonk


           -Teacher? lmao what’s that not everyone is a freaking genius saeyoung shUT UP


           -You were a high school computer science teacher, and hello MC i could be of service saeyoung pls

           -He came in as a guest speaker one day and none of the students could keep up with what he was saying??? What’s all of this?? Mr. Choi can you please dumb down the lesson???

           -By the end of class though, everyone (including him) were just drawing stupid pictures on MS paint sigh

           -He’s actually really excited that you teach computers to teenagers!! Computers are great, MC!!! You can teach them to hack! no saeyoung thats not what i do, thats you

           -Sometimes he’ll play dumb and ask you for help with his computer just to hear your teacher voice (it doesnt work often because you KNOW he knows what’s wrong)

           -“MC, you can be the teacher and I’ll play the naughty student *eyebrow wiggle*” he walks in with a plaid skirt and knee high socks what a fucking doRK

           -There are days that the kids just don’t listen and do whatever they want, and it frustrates you to no end. Some of them were wrestling and broke a monitor once, and you had to call Saeyoung, break down and cry on your lunch break. He’s always there at the end of the day with blanket forts and HBC to get you away from all electronics even for a little while

           -The next day though, he hacks into all the computers in your classroom and scares the students into paying attention because what person doesn’t freak out when someone starts listing their personal information on their screen???


           -High school dance teacher?

           -Are you his soulmate MC because it’s really feeling like it

           -He’s a dancer himself! (though he doesnt practice it often)

           -So he always offers to be your partner on days you’re teaching couple’s dances!

           -He can tell how much effort and passion you put into helping these kids learn the art

           -You absolutely radiate warmth and excitement if your class holds a recital


           -But kids will be kids, which means sometimes there are attitudes thrown around

           -Some days you feel as if you get no respect, and they do whatever they want to do, and it breaks not only your heart but your spirit as well and he will not stand for it

           -He’s very good at lecturing, and seeming nice with a threatening undertone. So when he catches something like this happening, you can bet he’s in front of the class, pouring his heart out about how much respect you deserve for all of your hard work and they shape up real quick every time this happens. So he kisses you on the forehead and lets you keep teaching <3


           -You work with little kids all day?

           -Why would you wanna do that to yourself jfc

           -You’re always looking at cute, kid crafts and he kind of wants to try them but he’ll never tell you that

           -Very very afraid to visit your class because? He’s scary, he doesn’t want the little kids to be afraid of him

           -But they WEREN’T. AT ALL. He could feel his heart melting at how much they actually liked him like holy crap MC i wanna come visit every day


           -The two of you are the power team at story time, everyone is completely enthralled with the story, voices, and how you act them out

           -When you first told him that you were a teacher for little kids, it made complete sense to him. You’re so sweet and kind and patient and bubbly and it just cliCKED WOW MC YOU ARE A TEACHER

           -But kids have tantrums, and short attention spans, and they’re very stubborn, so if you have a rough day, you actually have to calm him down instead saeran you cant threaten the children its okay im just tired ill be fine

           -The two of you have naps on those rough days, he’ll rub your shoulders to help you relax, and he actually goes out of his way to look up things for your lesson plan the next day!

Routine Part Two (Lin x Reader)

Thank you SO MUCH for all of the positive feedback on part one!! I’m really excited for this series and I hope that you’ll enjoy it!! 

Prompt List//Request Something//Masterlist

(Part One)(Part Three)(Part Four)

requested: yes :) (y’all are so sweet

Summary: Reader and Lin have to meet every two days to work on their play. Will they make it through the month without wanting to kill each other? Will it make them any closer or will it just make things awkward?

Warnings: Pride and Prejudice is mentioned a lot in this series bc why not (not in this part–just in the series in general), high school bullies, teen! lin being a jerk, reader being a jerk, just everybody being a jerk, dads embarrassing their children.


People who wanted to be tagged (for some reason that I don’t understand): @yayhamletnonstop @just-a-random-fandom-24

Originally posted by mr-linmanuelmiranda

You hear a knock on your front door at precisely 5:52, and you feel pleasantly surprised. You didn’t think he would actually show up on time.

“I got it, dad!” You scream to your father as you rush down the stairs.

You swing open the door and when you see him, you can’t help but gawk at his beauty.

Before you stands Lin with his headphones around his neck, his hands are fiddling with the strings on his light gray hoodie, and his eyes stuck on the welcome mat at your front door. Your heart swells a little at the thought of maybe wearing his hoodie, before you remind yourself what a jerk he is and how he isn’t worth your time. He doesn’t look up when the door is opened, so you clear your throat to get his attention.

You don’t greet him with a normal ‘hello’. All you say to him is, “I half expected you not to come.” He scoffs. “Well, at least not on time.”

He smirks before pushing past you to step inside your home.

“You said that you hated when people are late, and the last thing I would want to do is make you mad.” You can’t help but want to smack the smirk off of his face. 

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Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is really insecure and queenie reads her mind and tells newt and it gets all fluffy and stuff? Thanks love!! Tag me if you can?? I love your writing ❤

Word Count: 2,191

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @thosefantasticbeast2

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

“It should smell like bread fresh from the oven.”

You brush a chunk of hair back from your cheek as you lean forward and press your nose next to the cork shoved inside the vial. A sharp, bitter odor hisses out.

Your nose burns as you spin. You grab the word desk and try to hold down your breakfast as you gag and cough out the overpowering smell of filthy socks.

“I suppose that’s not it, then.” Newt’s amusement is clear in his voice. “Would you like me to get it?”

You shake your head, still bent in half coughing. “I’ve – I’ve got it.”

Newt eyes your back before turning back to the papers in front of him. “You should try to avoid smelling doxy toe fungus in the future. Might be best for your respiratory system.”

You straighten and gasp in fresh air. “Noted.”

Facing the rack of vials, you take another deep breath. You studied Newt’s notes all day yesterday. You should be able to identify graphorn slime.

Newt scratches away at the papers in front of him, writing down observations on some experiment he’s conducting.

Is it red or yellow? You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to picture the page on graphorns. It definitely isn’t green, but it does bubble. Or wait, is it acromantula venom that bubbles when exposed to any light? What did that page say?

You shove the heels of your hands against your eyes. You must remember something.

Newt brushes the bottom of your arm with his fingertips. “You know this. Remember the rhyme?”

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Describing & Portraying

Lately I’ve been getting a record number of questions asking how to describe or portray things. As per my ask rules, I will not answer these questions, but I wanted to take a few minutes to explain why. :)

How do I describe…?

As writers, a significant part of our job is to describe things for the reader. When you ask another writer how to describe a specific thing, it is like a painter painting a landscape asking another painter to paint the trees for them. Figuring out how to describe a specific thing in your story–whether that thing is a person, animal, building, event, etc.–is one of your many responsibilities in writing your story.

If you have difficulty figuring out how to describe things in your story, here are some general tips you can try:

- describe the item from the bottom up or the top down.
- avoid using labels in lieu of description.
- remember to include other sensory details, not just visual.

If you want to improve your descriptive abilities, here are some exercises you can try:

- choose a random object, and then choose three to five features of the object that stand out, from the bottom up (or top down). Write each of those features down on a piece of paper. Then, choose three more details specific to each feature, and write those down. Keep going until you can’t “zoom in” any closer.

- sit someplace where there is activity going on, whether it be a mall or park bench, a bus, a coffee shop, or even a busy room in your home. Now, close your eyes for a few minutes and focus on what you can hear, smell, touch, or even taste.

- pretend you are writing a letter to a friend. Choose an object, place, or activity, and explain it to your friend.

- READ! Seriously, reading is the very best way to improve your description skills. Read as often as possible and read a variety of books.

- read through the posts in the the description section of my post master list.

How do I portray…?

I get this question a lot. Sometimes they ask for something specific, like, “How do I portray a character who is sad?” In this context, the person is asking “how do I describe a sad person.” And, as explained above, it’s your job as a writer to figure that out–even when it comes to things like emotions, illnesses, battles, etc.

Other times, the questions are more general, like, “I am writing a story about two women who fall in love with the same man, and they fight a lot about it and there are some ups and downs, but ultimately they care about and respect each other. How do I portray this?” When I get questions like this, what I hear is, “How do I write this story?” And, once again, it’s your job as a writer to figure that out. You may feel very overwhelmed and not know where to start–that’s perfectly okay! However, you just have to grit your teeth and get to it.

Here are some tips to help you tackle tough portrayals:

- do your research. If you’re trying to portray a particular situation, odds are good it’s a situation that either occurs in real life or at least has components of a real life situation. If you’re writing about a magical disease, for example, reading about real life diseases can help you understand how diseases work. Just gaining that understanding make it easier to work through the details of your fictional situation. In this day and age, when more people have blogs than do not, you can almost always find personal experiences to give you an inside look at what a particular situation is like.

- make a list of the most important elements of the situation you are portraying. Whether those are elements that effect character development, the plot, or contribute to what you want to be the “takeaway” of the story. Sometimes, by breaking something down into smaller pieces, it becomes a little easier to see how everything fits together.

- remember you are writing a rough draft. What you write now is not written in stone. It can be re-written, changed, added to, erased–it is just a starting point. So, don’t be afraid to just dive in and start writing.

- start at the beginning of your character’s day. Imagine there is a camera crew following them for the day. What do the viewers at home see? What does your character do? Who do they talk to? What good and bad things happen to them throughout an average day? Where do they go? What do they eat? Where do they hang out? By following your character through an average day, you can often find an unrealized point of origin for your story to begin, and this can be especially handy when you’re not sure how to portray your character or their situation. :)

Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

dannymay day seven

This is a bit late (for me, at least), but it exists now. 

ao3 link here:

prompt: language/weather

Danny had never been good at English, even before the accident. Science was his strong suit, not writing essays and vocabulary. So it wasn’t a surprise that when Danny’s grades tanked, English tanked even harder than all the other subjects. Plus Mr. Lancer presented the subject in a way Danny couldn’t understand well. His parents got mad with him about it, but they didn’t really understand why it didn’t just… Click for him. But they were geniuses, and Danny may be good at astronomy and math (sometimes), but Danny was no genius. Which is why he never noticed that the language he wrote his English papers in changed.

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🎹 'both of you' spell

A spell to encourage communication and understanding between two friends

“Why don’t you talk to each other?
Just give it a try.
Why don’t you talk about what happened?
I know you’re trying to avoid it
But I don’t know why.”

🎹Reagents: taglocks for those involved (hair/personal item/photo/anything you can use to visualize them easily), sunflower seeds (friendship), mint (connection and growth), rosemary (insight), communication sigil (original or someone else’s)

🎹Communication/Clarity Sigils: here, here, and here

🎹Listen to the song

🎹Set the taglocks down prominently in your work space, to keep your friends energies in your mind

🎹Grind the sunflower seeds in a mortal and pestle (this can also be done ahead of time in a blender)

🎹Write down your sigil on a piece of paper and burn it

🎹Mix the herbs and ashes in with the sunflower powder

🎹Fill the mixture with your love for your friends (you both love me and i love both of you)

🎹If your friends are willing, give them some of the mixture

🎹If they are not, place the mixture in a prominent space where you can refill it with you intention

🎹Do this until your friends realize that they’ve got a lot in common, they really do

(once again, thanks to @orriculum for letting me use their spell format)

Mind the gap (Bruce Wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: A imagine of Bruce and reader having arguing because of a somewhat large age gap ??
Summary: Fighting because of a large age gap.
Word count:  1233 (WOAH gurl)
Warning(s): nothing that I could think of

The constant struggle of dating an older man, the continuous cycle of worry and fear. What if you’re too immature for him? What if when you’re older they want to change you for a newer ‘model’? It all had been going through your head a lot recently. 

You had brought it up with Bruce once, but he just pushed it away like a non issue, he didn’t care. You weren’t sure if it was because it was true, or because it was a far fetched theory that was nowhere near true.

So today you were planning on trying to talk about it again, to knock some sense into yourself, or him.

He was in his study, doing some paperwork, as he did nearly every afternoon. You walked in closing the door quietly behind you, taking a seat in one of the two large leather seats in front of his large dark wood desk. He keeps his eyes on his work, sensing your anxiousness by the way you were rubbing your hands and thighs. 

y/n what’s wrong?” He asks, writing his signature on a couple of papers before looking up at you. You breath out heavily, your heart racing and stomach turning. “Do you ever think I might be too young for you?” You directly ask, trying to avoid the beating around the bush.

He only huffs, “We’ve talked about this.” He says sternly. 

No Bruce, the last time I tried to talk about it, you just said that it isn’t an issue.”

“It still isn’t” He says bluntly, starting to get irritated.

It obviously is, since you’re avoiding the topic when I bring it up.” You start getting heated, quickly recognizing your mistake, when Bruce gives you his ever so famous glare, before spitting his venom, “What do you want to hear from me y/n, that I’m gonna leave you for someone better? younger?” He spat, causing tears to prick at the corners of your eyes. 

You quickly run out of the room, slamming the heavy wooden door closed with a loud bang, running up the stairs and into your and Bruce’s bedroom. Curling up on the bed, your thoughts and his words fueling your tears.

It might have been a couple hours later, when a knock sounded from the door. “Go away!” 

“I’m sorry Miss. y/l/n, but tonight’s the gala you promised to go to and it would be a shame to cancel at this late minute.” Alfred’s loving yet professional voice sounds through the thick door. 

You had completely forgotten about the charity gala that was taking place tonight, and after this fight there is not much chance that you’ll be going together with Bruce.

Opening the door, Alfred smiles at you apologetically, before handing you a large bag that contains your dress. “I’ll drive you there, since Master Bruce requested to go separately.” He says, leaving and closing the door behind him.

Your prior sadness is washed away by the now developing boiling anger within you. He even told Alfred that he didn’t want to go with me, the nerve of this man.

You got dressed, did your hair and makeup. Walking down the large stairs with your heels in hand, you finally reach the bottom before slipping the gorgeous shoes on your feet. Spotting Alfred in the doorway waiting. “Where’s Bruce?” You ask as uninterestedly as possible, while fixing the small wrinkles in your beautiful black dress, that was meant to match Bruce’s suit perfectly.

He left about half an hour ago Miss.” He says helping to put on your coat and opening the front door. You just huff and roll your eyes, If your eyes could roll out of your sockets, theid me halfway to Metropolis by now. 

The car ride was quiet as usual with Alfred, him looking in the rear view mirror every once in awhile with a concerned expression.

When you finally get there, the hall is absolutely crowded, you can barely move without bumping into someone. Quickly you’re pulled into conversations you don’t want to be having, questions you would rather not be answering. Every rich gala-goer more annoying then the last. 

That’s when you spot him in the crowd, Bruce was standing there, with some woman that looks good enough to be a model. They’re all over him, and he doesn’t seem to mind, actually he seems to enjoy it. 

You push through guests to quickly get out from the exit, and Bruce definitely saw you. You hear him saying your name a couple of times, but you don’t turn back. He would see your tears right away, your pained expression. He would know that he did this and who know’s maybe that’s what he wanted, what he was out for.

You hopped into a cab outside that had just let out some more partygoers, “ Wayne manor please.” You say. The driver gives you a questioning glance but luckily starts driving. The whole way there he tries to spark a small conversation but you just couldn’t handle it. Mascara was streaked down your face, your hair was now disheveled from nervously pulling on it and touching it.

When you finally arrive you give the driver a few banknotes, not bothering to wait for him to give you the change. You storm up the stone stairs, Alfred preemptively opening the door.

You run past him, accidentally clipping shoulders and mumbling a quick “Sorry” Before quickly running to the bedroom just as you had hours ago.

Sobbs sound through the large room, but you could still hear the front door opening and closing. You heard some heavy footsteps on the stairs but the sounds of your cries were drowning everything out.

You were trying to calm yourself, but small sad hiccups made it hard to breath.

The door opens and Bruce quietly walks in, sitting on the edge of the bed. You didn’t say anything, but neither did he. He just watched with a sad expression, wishing that he hadn’t done what he did – it was regret he felt.

When your breathing somewhat stabilized he finally spoke up with his deep raspy voice, “I’m sorry love, I never meant to make you cry.” 

“But you did, why did you get her? just to rub it in my face?” You lightly sob.

I was angry, I just wanted to make you jealous, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He tries, knowing it might be futile.

I love you, and to answer your question from before: No I don’t want anyone younger because you’re exactly perfect for me and…” He says , pulling you lightly into his lap, running his fingers through your hair. “You’re just mature enough, I need a little light in this dark life of mine.” He says, laying a feather light kiss on your head. 

Will you please forgive me,” He wishfully asks, knowing that feelings and emotions aren’t his strong suit.

I will, but no more stunts like that or I’m walking.”  You state sternly, causing a devilish smirk to make it’s way on Bruce’s face. “You won’t be walking anywhere when i’m done with you,” He roughly whispers in your ear after pinning you on the bed under him.

For such an old man, you sure do have a sex drive,” You giggle, causing him to attack your neck with kisses, sure to leave marks for everyone to see. 


With love,

He’s Got You High

For @a-simple-rainbow. ♥♥♥

She wanted something based on this post: Kurt sends an email to his TA while high on pain meds after a wisdom teeth extraction.

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Blaine is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email folder and checks the sender.

It reads, Kurt Hummel.

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  • V: *breathes*
  • Yoosung: You're swine. You're a vulgar little maggot. Don't you even have the slightest clue as to how pathetic you are? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A cock-wart. I would rather kiss a Persian than be seen with you. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have horrible breath. You are degenerate, noxious; basically, an ideal fuking moron. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic local parasitic pond scum and I wish you would just go away. If this were Sparta, you would have been cast to death at birth. You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel, a waste of MY oxygen. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention that you smell? If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly. You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well? it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective? Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us normal people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are challenged persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been 'right'. Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you, especially in your pursuit of fictitious girls that you like to post here.
  • P.S.~ You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libellous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good.
Stupid Mistakes GCSE students make (and how to avoid them!)

These could possibly be the difference between you getting the top grade:

1. Learn the definitions! Those two marks are just recall you can’t afford to lose them.

2. You don’t read the question.Or even worse, you write the answer in an exam that is for a similar question you did before but doesn’t answer the question on the paper. READ THE QUESTION.

3. You don’t give yourself enough time for the longer questions. Try and get those six markers done in the middle of the exam when your not as nervous and aren’t rushing.

4.You have a staring contest with the invigilator/ room around you: You don’t have time for that! Look back down!

5.You don’t go to the bathroom before the exam: You think you can hold an hour but you really won’t. Good luck recalling quotes whilst trying not to wet yourself!

6. You don’t revise for the subjects you don’t like/ you find hard: whether you prepare or not your still going to have to sit that exam so do your prep.

7. You don’t like to admit when you need help: If you don’t know something it will affect you the most, not your teacher or peers.

What I like to do is sticky note the problem areas and then ask my teacher or friends to find a solution. If you don’t understand something try asking any of the alevel studyblrs who have (most likely) done GCSE already ( including me!)

8. Wishful thinking: Not revising something because you hope it’s not on the exam is not good enough and it probably will be there so cover everything!

Ps: I hope this isn’t applicable to anyone reading this but NEVER CHEAT!

Scenario 1: you’ll get caught and banned from taking the rest of your exams.

Scenario 2: You get away with it , you get grades you don’t deserve, and it will bite you in the ass at a level when you have to use GCSE knowledge as a foundation 😉

GOT7 reaction to crush laughing at love note


JB would at first laugh at you “pretending” rejecting him bc who would actually reject him? He could get any girl on this planet, but once he realized you weren’t pretending he was left in awe at the fact that he actually got rejected. He’d be kinda shocked and awkward.


“Are you serious right now y/n? I just sucked up all my pride to give this to you and you laugh?”

god diggity damn his eyebrows are rlly good


Did I write a joke on the paper?

me too youngjae, me too


“What’s so funny? There is nothing funny about my love filled confession, y/n!”


“oh okay..”


*doesn’t realize you’re laughing at his note and asks what you’re laughing at but then realizes you’re laughing at him*


Yugyeom would be very embarrassed and try to avoid you at all costs.

again i am so sorry this is so bad :(

*gifs not mine, credit to owners*

Self-Care Strategy: Sticks

Most of us can think of a few self-regulation or self-care activities that calm us down and even prevent escalation into meltdowns or breakdowns or lessen their severity. However, I’ve found that I have a hard time accessing my strategies and taking care of myself when I start nearing the tipping point. I’ve gotten better at recognizing when I am nearing that point over the years, but I still forget to work on taking care of myself every day to prevent long term escalation and exacerbation of my mental health and sensory issues. 

Thus enters my Self-Care Sticks

Basically, you write activities that provide meaningful distraction or sensory relief onto the ends of popsicle sticks and place them into a mug or opaque jar and place that jar in a visible and easy-to-access place. (I like the tactile and visual aspect of the jar, but for a portable Sticks bank, try using a flashcard app with a shuffle function.) You can also have more than one sticks container for the length or type of activity (sensory, thinking, etc.) or color code them if you want to pick a specific type for your mood. 

To use, you pick a stick at random and do the activity. If for whatever reason you don’t want to do that activity or it wouldn’t fit the time you allotted for a Stick, you can put it back and pick another: you just have to do something. 

Sticks can be incorporated into your daily routines (i.e., doing one after school or work each day) and/or used when things start to get out of control. They are not a substitute for professional help, but they are a strategy that can be used at home (or on the go for the digital version) to help manage stress levels.  

Tutorial under the cut:

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Fixer-Upper [h.s.]



The situation Y/N had found herself in was very rare and unnatural considering she was normally very mindful and cautious of these types of circumstances, especially now during class. It was odd and uncomfortable– boy, was it uncomfortable– and it made her feel hollowly awkward and flustered with anxiety.

It had happened to her a handful of times because, naturally, thinking about Harry can get her wound up pretty tight if just the right explicit thoughts managed to wriggle themselves in from the recesses of her mind. Thoughts that she wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on too much while in public because making herself horny in front of her peers was utterly stupid. But this time, Y/N wasn’t really able to control it. It snuck up on her and when set into motion, she just couldn’t make it stop. It was like trying to halt a neutral FedEx truck from rolling down a hill only by pulling it with bare hands– hopeless and blatantly impossible.

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Here are some cheeky wee organisation hacks I’ve used in the past few years!

[Image: a pair of neatly rolled up jeans, to be placed in a drawer.] 

For those of you who find folding up clothes difficult, a simple solution is to roll them! Try to tuck the sleeves for tops out of the way and fold trousers in half first. I’d say to avoid using this hack for any clothes that need to stay crisp and crease-free, though.

[Image: a sheet of paper with various assignment tasks such as “research” and “interview” placed into a timeline. Part of the timeline has been shaded in to show progress.]

I kept myself on track with my assignments in my last semester by drawing a sort of loading-bar in my notebook and writing in each task. The more important they were to the assignment, the bigger I’d make them, and I’d colour/shade them in as I went along.

It meant that when I froze up and wasn’t sure what I was doing, I could go back to the sheet. You don’t just have to use this for assignments, either! You could do this for projects or even bigger tasks like moving house.

[Image: a smartphone takes a photo of a weekly rota. “Tip: set the image as your unlock screen!”]

Useful for classes, work, and even chores if need be! I know there are a lot of apps out there for keeping your day-to-day plans organised, but I personally find it a chore to type them all into my phone one by one.

If there’s already a rota made up (either on your school/uni/college website, or at your work) then it’s easier to just take a picture on your smartphone and swipe to it whenever you’re unsure. You could even set it as a background!

[Image: a clothes peg is used to hold letters and appointment cards, and is then stuck to a wall at eye level, using adhesives. “Put later appointments at the back and sooner ones at the front”.]

I’ve used this one for about two years, and haven’t regretted it so far: I bought some pretty decorative clothes pegs, and then used blu tac to stick it to my wall, at eye level. You could use glue-dots, or string, or whatever you find works, so long as it is vertical and at eye level.

Every time I have an appointment, I put it inside the peg, with the soonest meetings at the front. As each date arrives, I then take the letter/appointment cards out and take them with me!

Feel free to reblog with your own tips, and if you’d like any illustrated feel free to send us an ask! - Mod Tea

momentum - 3

chapter 3

[ch 1][ch 2]

It was Saturday night, yet the only sounds that filled the dorm were the clicking of calculator keys and the faint scratching of pencil on paper. Their exams were in a few days and they were in his room because their usual study spot, the library, was closed. And unlike Hinata, Sasuke didn’t have room mates. The single suite may have been more expensive, but he found that his privacy was worth every penny.

She was lying on the rug in his room, with sheets and sheets of paper splayed out around her. Physics formulas, worked problems, and scribbled out answers were scrawled across the scattered notes.

Sasuke was somehow already done with everything, simply hanging out on his bed and playing on the Nintendo DS while his friend suffered through the rest of the practice material.

Frustrated because she had been working for two straight hours and because Sasuke always seemed to finish in light speed, she flopped over with a huff.

Glancing over to her from his game, he smirked in amusement. She was cute when she was frustrated - with her arms crossed tightly and her brow furrowed. It was one of the few times a scowl would grace her features.

“You okay?” He asked casually, pausing in the middle of his boss battle.

She put down her pencil and pushed some of her papers away so she could scoot closer to him. He was perched cross-legged on the bed, but now adjusted himself to move closer to her too.

Mimicking her position, he lay on his stomach and rested his chin in his hands.

“I will be when I finish all of these practice problems.”

He raised his eyebrows at her, implying he was done and able to help her.

“Nooo,” she groaned. “I can’t ask for any more of your help! At this rate I should be paying you for tutoring me, but I think there’s a grand total of twenty three dollars and eighty cents in my bank account.”

He snorted. “Wait, doesn’t your dad own Hyuuga Corp?”

Hinata suddenly sat up, spine straight and determination set in her lavender eyes. “He does, but I wanted to prove I can make it on my own. He was more than a little upset I chose to major in pharmacy instead of business.”

“Pharmacy is a respectable field, you’ll make good money,” he offered.

A noncommittal shrug of her shoulders. “I know… I guess he just expected me to inherit the family business because I’m the eldest.”

He hopped off the bed to sit next to her, sensing this was a touchy subject. “You’re not going to disprove anyone if you don’t finish your physics,” he chided lightly. “And I’d help you for free - now show me where you’re stuck.”

Nudging her shoulder with his, he got her to turn to her homework.

She reluctantly shifted her focus back into study mode and pointed to her last problem. “Ok, so I’m not sure how to start this.”

Dark eyes scanned the question. “You need to convert this using this formula, then you plug your answer into that formula.”

After a while, she got the hang of those problems and shooed Sasuke away to go do something more exciting than helping her with schoolwork.

The clock was approaching 1 AM and she began to nod off. By 1:30, she was fast asleep, resting her head on top of her open physics textbook with a soft thunk.

That probably wasn’t comfortable. Or good for her neck.

Very carefully, Sasuke switched out the text book for a pillow and draped his blanket over her.

There. She looked comfortable now, for someone sleeping on a rug. He would have moved her to the bed, but he didn’t want to wake her.

Lying on the carpet next to her, he observed the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders and the occasional flutter of her lashes.

Some hair had fallen onto her face, so he reached out to gently tuck the strands behind her ear. Her nose twitched when he accidentally brushed her cheek and he couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that spilled forth.

She looked so at peace… Watching her, he felt like he was wrapped in cotton. Things were calm, quiet. He could have fallen asleep there, on the hard floor next to her.

Although the strands were out of her face, he continued to run his fingers through her silky hair. It was as soft as he speculated it would be, since the day they met in the coffee shop. He noted that it was also more of a deep blue-violet color than black when it caught the light just right -

He nearly jumped at the obnoxious pounding on his door. Miraculously, the sleeping girl didn’t wake. It would’ve been painfully awkward to explain why his fingers were combing through her tresses - if he could even rationally explain his actions.

“Hey! Bastard, open up!” Naruto’s shouting could probably be heard from the other side of the damn building.

Sasuke quickly threw open the door, ready to chew his friend out for being so insanely loud.

“Shut the hell up, some people are trying to sleep,” he hissed.

“Don’t bullshit me, I saw your light on and know you don’t go to bed til 2 or 3.”

“I didn’t mean myself.”

“Oh?” The blonde perked up and tried to peer into the room like a nosy mother, but his vision was obscured by Sasuke beginning to close the door. “Do you have a girl over or something?!”

He was excited, practically bouncing on his heels. How he had such large reserves of energy, especially at this time of night, Sasuke didn’t know.

“Fuck off,” he replied, without any real malice.

“Dude, are you for real? Congrats! I was wondering when I’d have to order an escort for you to - augh!”

Clutching his arm, Naruto frowned at the Uchiha. “Fine, fine, I got the message! I’ll leave.” The hyperactive man turned around and trudged down the hallway, but not before winking at his friend. “Don’t forget to use protection!”

Sasuke sent one last scathing glare at the blonde before abruptly shutting the door.

Gears churned in Naruto’s head as he tried to figure out who Sasuke could have possibly invited to his room at this hour.

Sasuke was indifferent to most people, diligently turning down love struck admirers left and right since middle school. He even skipped class on Valentine’s day, reporting fake symptoms each year. On the rare occasion that Naruto was able to drag the stoic teen to a school social, Sasuke sulked in the corner and didn’t dare dance with anyone.

Naruto thought that maybe romance wasn’t Sasuke’s jam - and that was ok. They were best friends and he would’ve supported Sasuke no matter what.

So the question remained… Who was the mystery person that wormed their way into his heart?