which it way too rarely ever is

anonymous asked:

Huh, it seems like you've accidentally created some gay gaming and workout community on your blog ever since you posted those first photos. It's pretty great to go onto your blog and seeing so many asks answered kindly too, which sadly, tends to be a rare thing to come accross. You're doing good, friend. Keep doing the things that make u happy

Ah thank you friend!!! ❤️❤️ Yeah funny how it turned out this way haha but yeah I’m so grateful that I can be bring some positivity to people’s dashs!!

I wish I knew the right words to say when it came down to writing about someone who makes you feel like flowers are growing inside of your chest. I wish I knew how to explain the way you make me feel when it’s two in the morning and we’re both laughing over something that probably wasn’t even that funny but to other people, our laughs make it seem like it was the world. I wish I knew how to tell people just how really beautiful you are, because when you are there, whether you’re laying down or pacing back and fourth, talking about the things that excite you the most, or just about anything in general that makes you happy, your eyes hold a certain kind of light beneath them that makes me want to never look away. Or when you laugh, my god, when you laugh, I never want it to stop because you do this thing where you tilt your head back and cover your mouth at the last moment after you already been so loud, shaking your head and every single time, I’d think, I wouldn’t mind hearing you laugh for the rest of my life. And when you yell, which is very rare, is scary because you can be there, veins standing at attention and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, even if I’m driving you insane. Don’t worry though, you drive me insane too. And I wish I knew how to explain the way my hands shake when I think about losing you, or the way my chest tightens to the thought of you being with someone else who isn’t me, because it messes with my mind sometimes and I get fustrated, because only I want to know your favorite book to the way you hate wearing that poka dot shirt, or how you eat when you’re nervous and can’t seem to stop making a mess. But you always been a messy eater so I don’t mind. I fell in love with you and although you are not perfect because you do have your moments, I promise I will love you again and again and again because I am not perfect either but if I am here, holding my heart out to you, and you are there, doing the same, I swear we both can be non-perfect messes together. And I’m trying not to be too cheesy here, because you always did say I buttered you up too much so for now I’ll leave it off with an I love you and an I’ll love you forever until my very last breath and an I am so lucky you decided to choose me.
—  A.M// to jake, maybe loving you isn’t so bad after all.

If you had told Dex even a week ago that he would willingly be sharing a blanket with Derek Nurse on the floor of the Haus living room all afternoon, pressed together so close they’re practically in each other’s laps, he would’ve laughed in your face.

Now, he just bangs a fist against the side of the old space heater in front of them and subtly pulls Nursey a little closer into his side. Not that there’s all that much closer to pull him.

“I told them,” he mutters. “Draft fucking central.”

He not so much sees as senses Nursey roll his eyes. “Rans and Holtzy not letting you replace all the windowpanes last year is not why the heating went out, yo.”

Intellectually, Dex know this. But it’s easier to blame their former captains for their current predicament than it is to blame the fact that he’s let routine Haus maintenance slide so much this semester that they’ve ended up here. Because if Dex doesn’t keep a close eye on things like the barely functioning water heater, or the garbage disposal that’s missing two blades and is about to fall out of the sink entirely, who will?

Except, well, he’s been distracted this year. From the moment he got back from summer break and moved into the attic with Nursey, he’s been… distracted.

Nursey is distracting.

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Jeddy headcanons (i need more of this ship in my life I'm)

(This is in a universe where everything is legal and consensual and the age difference is not creepy at all just in case)

- Teddy is totally the little spoon
- James’s favorite hair color on Teddy is actually pink.
- Teddy’s favorite part of James’s body is his collarbones
- James could spend hours watching Teddy studying, because when he focuses really hard his lower lip kind of juts out in the most adorable pout.
- Teddy blushes and sucks in his lip every time James points this out.
- At first they were so reluctant to tell their family they were together, but ended up unintentionally making out in the Potter’s backyard for the whole family to see. (The unintentional part was the audience, not the kissing. Obviously)
- Teddy loved the way James had a tendency to fall asleep while he played with Teddy’s hair. One minute the hand was moving, the other James was snoring softly.
- They rarely fought, but when they did, they didn’t speak to each other for at least a week, after which each of them was too drained without then other’s company, and got back together without a word.
- Lily Luna was literally the biggest shipper. She loved her three gay brothers.
- Teddy and James were prone to fall asleep in front of the muggle TV at the Potter’s, tangled up in each other. Everyone wonder how that could ever be comfortable but they never asked
- James said ‘I love you’ first, to everyone’s surprised.
-Teddy said it less than half a second after.
- Their first kiss happened under the willow by the lake (no, not the whomping one), in autumn, when they were freezing to death but too immersed with each other to either notice or care.
- Teddy cried a lot about his parents. James was always there, no matter how many times.
- Like his dad, Teddy had a tendency to self-loath, something he and James often fought about.
- James just couldn’t believe how such an amazing human being could hate himself so much. He tried to prove every one of Teddy’s arguments wrong every day.
- They loved each other so much.

anonymous asked:

Hi! do you have any tips on anatomy? i struggle so much at it. your art is so cute btw!!!

hi anon!! thank u so much!! im gonna try my best to offer some tips to u!!!! im still learning with anatomy as well (& im not so good with tutorials…) so bare with me:

SIMPLIFY AND BREAK DOWN EVERYTHING IS MY #1 PIECE OF ADVICE. for example lets start small with a hand. instead of looking at a reference or ur own hand and trying to perfectly capture every detail, look at the basic shape!! its p much a square for ur palm, 4 sticks of varying sizes, and as i have described here the little pouring part of a teapot (idk what its called) for a thumb.

u can apply this anywhere!!! just like the hand, other parts of the body like legs and arms have basic shapes too!! ive seen many artists explain it this way so i picked it up as well, but they have this rhythm where one side is curved and the other is straight (its more subtle in realistic art, but if ur going for cartoony u can exaggerate this too). depending on the drawing or sometimes if my drawing is small i’ll just make straight rectangles for arms or legs but rly it will make things more interesting and technically correct if u show these variations in the appendage shapes.


really the best thing in art ever for me is to simplify simplify simplify, im not great @ anatomy but learning to break things down and represent them in the most minimalistic ways has rly helped me a lot and made my anatomy look better too. to be honest i have not done figure drawings in ages and i rarely use real life references when drawing (IM NOT ADVOCATING FOR DOING SO, I KNOW IT HELPS MANY PEOPLE A LOT BUT I JUST CANT EVER GET INTO IT). whenever i use real life reference, i feel like my art becomes stiff since i tend to replicate the image too closely thus making a cartoony style have the proportion and anatomy of a real person which doesnt really fit the style.. i prefer to study the work of other artists especially animators since they have a great grasp on appealing simplification and stylized anatomy (bc u know its hard to have an animated show thats super detailed). craig mccracken and genndy tartakovsky both have really cool simplistic cartoon styles so i draw a lot of inspiration from their art (and i hope to use varying shapes and exaggerate my anatomy more like theirs as well). 

(one little other important thing i didnt rly mention but ill keep it short since everyone says this. of course u have to practice too. i know it sucks to hear “just keep doing it” from everyone when ur frustrated with ur abilities and dont want to keep doing it, but continuing to draw bodies will boost ur abilities so much. u can look at art and read a million tutorials, but actually drawing will continuously build up ur muscle memory for drawing arms, legs, etc and after a while it comes naturally!!)

tldr practice & study not just from real life but look at how other artists break down and simplify shapes of the body. also remember art doesnt have to have flawless realistic anatomy to look good! there are so many incredible artists who bend the rules of anatomy whether its as a stylistic choice or to exaggerate emotion or perspective, etc.

Catching the Bat’s heart - Bruce Wayne x reader

I’m hopeless, I have too much love for Bruce…So I’m writing yet another thing with him. Don’t hate me. Worst, this is kinda long. Besides, sorry for any grammar mistakes, I’m French and have a bad tendency to never proof read anything…

Summary : The reader is quite a bit younger than Bruce, and thinks she’s just yet another one night stand…She’s completely wrong.

Warnings : mentions of sex…slightly NSFW. Langage. Age gap,  I guess ?

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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If a few months ago, someone would have told you you were going to be invited by Bruce Wayne to a charity ball, you probably would have laughed in their face and told them they should check themselves in Arkham Asylum. And yet, here you were, on your fifth dates with the famous womanizer. You always had a thing for older men. Always. And against your better judgement, even knowing his reputation, you let Bruce Wayne come into your life. Worst, you let him shamelessly flirt with you. And you flirted back…In your head, every warning sign was flashing bright red, telling you you were going to get hurt. But you couldn’t help it. The man was smart, funny, handsome, and you were sure there was more to him than the public playboy figure he showed…

In fact, you KNEW there was more to him. Even though you had big confidence issues, you knew you were somewhat intelligent, and you always picked up on small details. You had absolutely no doubt that billionaire Bruce Wayne…Was the Batman. It just all made sense. He had the motive, the money, the physique, He often disappeared and re-appeared out of nowhere…You just knew it was him. That’s actually what convinced you to let him come that close to you. You knew he often had one night stands with models, or any good looking girl really. You knew he clearly didn’t want to get attached at all. But you also knew that behind all of this facade, there was a guy so broken by his parents’ death he decided to dress as a bat at night to fight crime. Like, come on, that alone made you very curious. And, since he kept coming to you, kept inviting you out…Your hopes started to get up, and you scolded yourself for it…But you couldn’t fucking help it.

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What would NCT U be like jealous?

MASTERLIST

I thought this was requested but it wasn’t lol oh well. Enjoy.


Taeil:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

The type to just sit and glare. He wouldn’t be the type to say anything, not just when he’s jealous, but in general too. Whenever you were with his members, he wouldn’t mind though - he trusted you and he trusted him. But if you were with anyone he was unfamiliar with or didn’t trust, he’d watched from afar staring at him with glazing, cold eyes. Eventually you spot his behaviour, and leave them walking towards Taeil and wrapping him into a tight hug. “You don’t need to worry about me Taeil, I’m all yours”, you’d reassure him, smoothing out the frown lines between his eyebrows.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by exoequalsmylife

Taeyong wouldn’t get jealous often or easily. He knew he was yours and you were his; your relationship would be very deep, sincere and genuine - neither of you would be willing to satisfy such a bond. There would be the rare occasion where he’d turn very sour, bitter and jealous. Usually, if he was already quite upset or self conscious as it was, seeing you with any man but him, would make him very jealous. He’d immediately storm up to you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you away from the conversation, despite your protests. Pulling you into another room, he’d enclose you into a tight hug and whispering into your neck to never leave him.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by nctinfo

As a boyfriend, Doyoung would be more than delighted to show you off to everyone and would basically be your biggest fan (even if you weren’t famous or an idol or anything) He liked having other people stare at you with admiration, with the full satisfaction of knowing that yes, they could look, but no, they couldn’t have you. Doyoung would get jealous if you didn’t tell him about your plans with one of your male friends; it would worry him a bit. He’d turn very clingy, first pouting and swinging your hands between you and him, hoping his cuteness would stop you from going. It’d go through many stages of aegyo and kisses and complaints until he’d be literally clinging to your leg, begging you not to go with tears in his eyes at this point.


Ten:

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

Ten would be the type to stick to your side and be very shady towards the male in questions. Threading his fingers through yours, he’d rest your head onto his shoulder, smirking at your friend who furrowed their eyebrows slightly. Whenever he (your friend) said anything, Ten would fake laugh and say something sarcastic in return. Expect many eye rolls and heavy sighs from Ten too. Eventually he would be way too rude for your liking, and you’d have to pull him away and lecture him - but this would only make him grin since he got what he wanted.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by y-ta

Jaehyun would immediately go silent and walk away angrily if ever he was jealous. He knew that if he stayed there any longer, he’d only do or say something he’d later regret. Knowing fully well that you felt his presence leave, he’d continue the silent treatment not even looking at you when you came over to comfort him. Eventually he’d break and rant at you, which was surprising for you since Jaehyun was rarely open and blunt with his feelings.


Mark:

Originally posted by monoka

Mark would try to hide his jealousy. He wouldn’t want his feelings to affect anyway; he’d think he was being unreasonable and would fight with his conscious as to what to do. Pushing the feelings back, he’d put a smile on and pretend things were okay. However, as time goes on, his smile would falter and his heart would drop when he saw you made no attempt to pay attention to him instead. He’d end up putting up with it though, until afterwards where you’d apologise and comfort him for being so insensitive towards him.

An Excerpt from Elsewhere University's Student Accommodation Guide, Accurate to Term Beginning September 20XX

(Handwritten RA’s notes in parentheses)

The Towers

Mid-20th century brick apartment towers, divided into Pelham, McGonagall, Byron, and Bulwer-Lytton. Despite rising to 14 storeys, they have no iron rebar frames supporting them internally, leading many students to say they can feel the Towers sway in high winds. While this is not true, they definitely have the finest views on campus, being situated on the top of The Hill. The Towers have ample kitchen space, but prospective students should be reminded of their thin walls and thin floors. They are regarded as the “party” flats, and many second and third year students will say if a bad decision is going to be made on a night out, the odds are good it will happen in the Towers.

(No one remembers inviting the slim boy with slicked-back blonde hair, but he brought rum and an electric personality and makes himself welcome. He suggests a drinking game none of you have heard of, and only you remember never to play a game whose rules you do not understand. Your friends are not so fortunate)

The Ziggurat

Built in an unusual art-deco architectural style, the ziggurat is officially known as the Carnarvon Memorial Building, and dates back to the mid-1920s. The outward-facing rooms have large windows and are generally well-lit, but rooms further into the interior have no windows at all. Despite pre-dating air conditioning, students report that the rooms at the heart of the Ziggurat remain cool even in the height of summer. Thick walls and shag carpets also make the Ziggurat among the quietest of on-campus accommodation, which many more studious undergraduates consider a bonus.

(She finds sand in her shoes all year round, but at least her food never spoils. An undergrad swears she sees a falcon roost outside her room every day at sunrise. A label on a box of leftovers reads “Whoever opens me without consent, there will be judgement, an end shall be made for him. I shall seize his neck like a bird… I shall cast the fear of myself into him”. Every assumes it is a joke, until the seal is broken.)

The Chinese House

A quaint piece of 19th century Orientalism, and the last survivor of an eccentric effort to build an international students village using architectural styles from all over the world. Most were demolished between the expansion of the football field, the construction of the Michelson-Morley building, and a terrible fire in the mid-20th century that destroyed the Dutch farmhouse. Despite an ongoing and heated debate among the student population over whether or not the building’s styling and history make it an unfortunate racist relic or an architectural piece worthy of preservation, the Chinese House’s residents report that it is pleasant and homely. Regardless of nationality or religion, residents are advised to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival arranged by the Chinese House Residents’ Assistants, as a matter of etiquette.

(Every year, room 5B is taken by an Asian student with dark hair who keeps a rabbit. No one tells security, even though pets are not allowed in campus accommodation. Impolite questions about where she is from are met with a patient smile, and a gentle reminder that an American flag flies over her home)

Dadd House

A modest Victorian building with en-suite rooms and upholstery faithful to the original. The Accommodation Office must deny absolutely any and all claims that it is a re-purposed insane asylum, including rumours that rooms 2A-2F still have padded walls, or that the 3rd floor rooms have locks on the outside of the doors, as these are baseless and harmful claims which do no justice to the building’s proud traditions. We must remind would-be applicants that the continued existence of Dadd House is due to a very generous grant provided by an anonymous donor, with the proviso that the House is reserved for those majoring in Fine Art, Art History, Music, Music Theory, Ceramics, and Animation. Exceptions cannot be made for those studying Liberal Arts.

(Her music only improves during her residency, filling the dark, sad halls of the house with beautiful sound. He paints great swirls of colour over his canvas, over the walls, over the floor. Her mind is alive with poetry, and she finds herself speaking in hexameter. What had been normal motions startle her as she catches smear frames in the corner of her eye. A group of non-students stroll through the tiled corridors, golden eyes flicking from one delight to the next, furred ears twitching. They discuss who they shall give their ultimate patronage to, as gardeners would discuss which plants to nurture, and which to prune)

Elsewhere Square

An early 21st century addition to the campus, this is one of the more divisive accommodation buildings in recent years, and has been voted “Ugliest Campus Accommodation” in a National Students’ Union poll every year since its construction. Certainly its garish colours and incongruous position next to the venerable Morganwg Building make it stand out, but it is worth remembering that the Morganwg itself was once denigrated as “Gothic” in its day. The layout of the corridors may seem counter-intuitive at first, but students are sure to adapt to it quickly with help of Residents’ Assistants (known colloquially as “Pathfinders” in the Square). Due to a certain proportion of permanent residents, space at Elsewhere Square is limited, but rooms are en suite, and its position is convenient for all campus locations.

(At every junction and intersections, we carve symbols into the wall, and the freshers quickly learn their meanings. You have gone too far, they say, turn back and do not continue. Your rooms are behind you, and you are in unfriendly territory. The unwise head deeper into the building, finding corridors which narrow abruptly into squeeze-bys and stairs which descend below the ground floor. The corridors beyond warp as cheap plasterboard gives way to bare limestone rock, forcing those who descend to twist and contort themselves to pass. No one has ever failed to return from the depths of Elsewhere Square, but no one who ventures there returns unchanged)

Taliesin House

A rare survivor from Elsewhere University’s earliest days, this Romantic-styled house lies on the edge of campus between the Lake and the playing fields, offering pleasant verdant surroundings and easy access to the Sports Centrer for students in sports science courses. The Residents’ Assistants run a lively calendar of events, including socials at the spring and autumn equinox, as well as the summer and winter solstice fairs, as well as a poetry competition in the first week of August. The nearby forests are private property of the Dean’s House, and the Accommodation Office must stress in the strongest language the need for students to stay out of the forest, on pain of expulsion and a permanent mark against their academic record.

(The sports societies love Samhain. They spend all night cheering, drinking to excess, dancing around the ceremonial bonfire that campus security tacitly agrees to ignore. One of the RA’s wears a pair of stag’s antlers, and in the darkness you have a fanciful moment where you imagine they are sprouting directly from his head. Then two drunken members of the girl’s rugby team stumble into the forest together, and a carynx horn bellows through the night. Everyone is inside by the time they hear the thundering of hooves and the baying of the black dogs)

Your RA Suggests:

Residents are requested to keep communal spaces (such as kitchens and bathrooms) clean and tidy, although everyone makes an exception for salt spills.

We suggest you bring only cast iron kitchenware to Elsewhere University. If you can’t get any prior to arrival, remember that the Accommodation Office holds a Lost and Found sale during Fresher’s Week.

While Elsewhere University Campus Security prides itself on its effectiveness, the Accommodation Office must formally issue a warning to all students to avoid unfamiliar individuals, particularly at night and during periods of lunar occlusion. Watch your friends closely.

Campus traditions may seem quaint to you, but it is worth remembering that what appears to be random superstition to you represents hard-won knowledge for others. If you don’t want to participate in seriousness, then at least participate with a sense of fun.

Most importantly, remember that your accommodation is your home, and you should never feel out of place or uncomfortable in your own home.

(Fairies are real, words have power, your home is only as safe as you make it)

(AN: The Ziggurat, the Towers, and Elsewhere Square are direct references to existing accommodation at University of East Anglia and University of Essex)

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@andromedainwonderland said:

Teen Wolf-Scooby Doo, as in, the Teen Wolf crew driving around in the Jeep solving supernatural mysteries. Just me?

So I don’t know what this is, but this fic turned out to be my ARCH NEMESIS, so, you know, make of that what you will. It’s even alternating POVs, which I haven’t written in years upon years. So please appreciate how much this story wanted to kill me, and how we’re still eyeing each other with open hostility from different corners of the room.


The groundskeeper has gnarled, knotted fingers and rheumy eyes, and it takes five hundred years for him to turn the key in the rusted padlock.  The gate creaks almost as loud as his bones, and Derek flicks an ear in irritation.

“That’s a big dog you’ve got there,” he says, only mildly curious.

Stiles buries one hand in the scruff around Derek’s neck. “Not sure he is one,” Stiles says, and Derek cocks his head up at him.

Scott has the van idling behind them.

Derek takes a deep breath and sneezes. Decay, old blood, and sulfur flood his senses—he whines softly. He doesn’t have a good feeling about this.

The old house looms in front of them, stone and spires, ominous, cloaked in shadows thrown by the nearly full moon. His skin ripples under his fur, uneasy, and he tucks his tail between his legs.

“Relax,” Stiles murmurs to him. “This is easy money, right? A simple salt and burn.”

Derek huffs, knocks into Stiles’ side as he hastily turns around, and then slinks back to the van. He doesn’t like this place. He never likes haunted places, too much lingering despair that stirs up old guilt, but this house feels like it’s made out of skeleton bones, dread sits like a stone in his belly.

Lydia already has the side of the van open. He hops in, slides past Kira, and then digs into Stiles’ open duffle, buries his snout in an old t-shirt that smells a little bit like Scott, too.

“Dude,” Stiles says when he climbs in after him. “Come on.”

Derek growls, low in his throat, and Stiles backs off with a huffy, “Fine, be that way.”

The van grinds into gear and rolls forward slowly, tires bumping over the cobblestone drive, and Derek feels like his chest is caving in.

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Deal With It (Let’s make this interesting) 1/2

Rival Poker Players AU.  Guys, you know what inspired this. Modern AU, but with a kind of Captain Wench flavor. Rivals to Lovers. Heavily influenced by the 1994 movie Maverick, but you don’t need to know anything about the movie or really very much about poker to hang with this. 

Rating: T for this chapter (mostly due to language), but M for the next part and I’m not chickening out this time

Summary: Emma Swan, poker hustler with more than just card tricks up her sleeve, meets Killian Jones, a fellow gambler, at a shady little casino down south. After a memorable first encounter, they seem to keep finding each other, but are they really ready to gamble with their hearts? Emma just doesn’t know if she can deal with it. 

[AO3]


Emma hates this place. Over her years of hustling poker, she’s become accustomed to the bleeps, dings and 8-bit digital “music” (sarcastic quotation marks very much intended) that make up the constant, mind-numbing background noise in a casino. She can handle the smell of stale cigarette smoke and human bodies that could use a break from gambling to, you know, actually shower or something. Even the watered down cocktails don’t bother her. Hell, those are probably a blessing in disguise - keeps her mind sharp without her having to order something non-alcoholic which might tip off her marks.

But this piddly-dink river casino hotel on the outskirts of Nowheresville, Louisiana? Really bringing her down. Maybe it’s the general air of despair and decay. Maybe it’s the humidity. She’s already regretting not putting her hair up. It’s starting to do that weird wavy thing it does sometimes, a few tendrils sticking to her neck. Not to mention her skinny jeans - great for attracting a mark, but not exactly comfort wear - are clinging unpleasantly to her legs, making her want to squirm.  Or maybe she’s just still pissed that she nearly broke the heel off of her favorite pair of fuck-me pumps on a ripped spot in the tacky patterned carpet. It’s all just so irritating and depressing.

She could’ve gone someplace nicer, true. Then she’d be spending too much of the money she’s trying to win off these poor bastards to pay for her lodgings. Or she could sleep in her car. Again. On this wet, drizzling mess of a night. Yeah, no. Fuck that.

Oh. Hey, look. She won again.

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Um.

Prompt(s): #177 “You’re My Best Friend”
                  #178 “You’re My Only Friend”
Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Word Count: 1,133
Requested?: No


It was no secret that you were friends with Cheryl Blossom, best friends in fact. Cheryl didn’t like you at first, but you eventually grew on her. Cheryl was a very jealous and territorial person. Since you two were best friends, she hated when you spent time with anyone that wasn’t her. 

Cheryl had a lot of friends, but you were her one and only true and real friend so she didn’t want to lose you. You had a small group of true friends, besides Cheryl, they were Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge, Cheryl didn’t like them at all. 

What? Why can’t you come over today?” Cheryl asked me over the phone, stressing out. “Cher, I told you, I’m at Veronica’s for a movie night with the gang” I said, while my friends were talking in the background. “… Are we still on for tomorrow?” Cheryl said quietly, almost like a scared child. I sighed lightly, “Of course we are, babe.” It took me a moment to realize what I said, my friends looked bewildered. I blushed and got up and left the living as they teased me about the nickname.

Babe, huh?” I could tell that Cheryl was smirking but was also blushing too, which she rarely ever does. “Um, yes…” Cheryl was about to say something but I interrupted her and rushed out “Love you Cher but I gotta go, the movie’s starting, don’t forget to pick me up from here, see you tomorrow!” I hung up, blushing, and made my way to the living room, where my friends were either looking perplexed or unpleased. Jughead looked at me suspiciously.

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Dance With The Devil (i)

word count: 1 516
warnings: none

summary: Y/N is a witch of the Gemini Coven, born as a Siphoner. Just as they attend another Coven meeting, she meets Kai Parker with whom she shares more similarities than she ever thought.
note: I don’t know where I’ll go with this story but I hope you’ll enjoy reading it. By the way, it starts before Kai got sent to the 1994 Prison World. And I’m sorry that Kai doesn’t have a really relevant role in this part, but this serves as kind of an introductory chapter. I promise he’ll be present more in the following parts.

*gif by me


Part I

Taking a deep breath, she stepped outside her room. She wasn’t ready yet. However, she couldn’t prolong it any longer. It was time to put her life in danger once again.

“One day everything will be over. One day the Coven will have a new leader, and you - we - don’t have to hide what you are, anymore.” Her mother suddenly had appeared with a stern look on her usually friendly face. A golden amulet dangled from her hand catching the girl’s sight.

She put out her hand, waiting for her mother to place the necklace in it. Letting out a sigh she did so. 

The girl felt the magic flowing through the pendant eager for taking it. But she knew it wasn’t right to siphon it right now. They still had to drive to Portland, and only there she needed to have magic.

Y/N was born as a Siphoner which was putting her and her family in danger of being exposed and exiled from the Coven. She was in even more danger because the Coven feared she’d be a threat one day, which would cause for her ending up in a Prison World. Just like every other Siphoner before her.

So all her life they had to made sure no one found out about their little secret. At every coven meeting, Y/N had to wear her amulet filled with magic siphoning from it without someone realizing.

“We should go now if we don’t want to be too late.” Her father’s loud voice came from outside. He was already awaiting them at the car.

Both women walked out now, Y/N putting on the necklace on the way. She concentrated not to siphon its magic accidentally. Since this is what happened every time, her mind drifted off, and she wasn’t focusing anymore. 

Their drive to Portland was rather dull and quiet. They didn’t talk much; everyone was engaged in their thoughts.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she had attended a coven meeting at the Parkers home. It must’ve been a few years ago since she was sure she never met the second set of twins before. Not that she knew much about the other kids, but she did know that Joshua Parker made sure to have another set of twins. Although she had no idea why. 

“It’s time.” Her mother said, looking at her daughter through the rearview mirror. She just nodded in response taking the golden pendant in her hand.

Again, she felt the magic flowing through it just waiting to be siphoned away. Y/N closed her eyes, concentrating. She had to make sure not to siphon too much or otherwise she wouldn’t have enough resources for the week.

It was the longest time they’d ever were in Portland. Normally, their meetings only lasted two, rarely three, days but this time Joshua had demanded they’d have to stay a whole week. A week in which Y/N would have to hide her real powers.

The orange light disappeared as she now sensed the magic flowing through her system. She felt the strength it was giving her loving the sparks she felt through her body like electricity. Once she made a promise that one day she would find a way to make the magic stay permanently, this way helping herself and any other Siphoner. Then she didn’t need to hide anymore and would always be able to perform magic whenever she wanted.

They had arrived at the street where the Parkers house was standing. It couldn’t be seen yet, but as soon as they’d come near enough, the spell would lift itself for them showing the hidden house.

Her parents looked at her with a waiting expression. Y/N nodded knowing what her parents wanted to know. She was ready to face them.

As they walked closer, the house and everything spread in the garden became visible. Most of these things must belong to the kid’s as nearly all of them were toys.

Before one could even knock the door was opened by a brunette woman in Y/Ns age.

“Guess you’re here because of the Coven meeting. Come in.” She greeted them, shaking hands with each. 

They stepped in closing the door behind them. The girl revealed herself as Jo, Joshua’s eldest daughter. She offered to take Y/N upstairs so her parents could talk to the Coven leader. Gratefully she had agreed. She was not in the mood to face Joshua right away. 

As the two girls walked upstairs, they were welcomed by two little kids not older than three. They hugged their older sister kindly smiling at Y/N. 

“Who are you?” The little boy asked with big eyes. 

“My name is Y/N. And you must be Lucas.” Y/N replied earning giggles as an answer. 

Jo took her siblings with her, bringing them in her room. It was a rather small room, but somehow they all managed to fit in together sitting down on the carpet. 

They entertained the kids with magic, Y/N always making sure not to use too much. She couldn’t siphon in Jo’s presence; she would immediately know what she was doing, and then her secret wouldn’t be a secret anymore. 

“Is here a nice place where I can take a walk? I need some fresh air.” Y/N mentioned when the twins had gone out to get some toys to play with. She felt how she was slowly losing her magic.

“Yeah… sure. There’s a forest nearby.” Jo seemed a bit irritated of her sudden change of behavior. “Should I come with you?”

“Oh no. You don’t need to; I guess I’ll find the way back on my own. I’m getting headaches and to prevent it I only need to breathe some fresh air.” An innocent smile showed on Y/N’s face. 

She feared Jo might see something was odd and that she’d ask more questions. But she only shrugged so without further ado Y/N left the witch alone and made her way back outside. 

Like Jo had said there was a quiet little forest nearby. Y/N enjoyed the quiet and the feeling of the cool wind on her skin. Though the sun was still giving off rays of warmth, she already sensed winter’s coming. 

Only as she was sure, she couldn’t be seen anymore her hand reached for the necklace around her neck. The chill material was cooling her skin. Y/N closed her eyes concentrating on letting the magic flow through her filling every inch in her body. It was inside of her, just making her crave for more. 

But she had to stop herself if she wanted to keep enough magic locked for the rest of the week. It wasn’t even planned she’d siphon twice a day. Therefore she would need to make it through at least one day without siphoning. 

At the moment she had decided to go back to the others she heard something behind here. It sounded like footsteps on the leafed forest floor. Suddenly she feared being followed. Without even looking behind her she quickened her steps, hiding behind a tree.

“Invisique.” She whispered, using a spell to cloak herself. This way she felt more secure although only seconds later she was pinned against the same tree she was hiding behind. 

Pain shot through her as she could feel pressure on her arm. Someone was holding it tightly, not giving her a chance to free herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a familiar red light radiating off her arm. 

As fast as the pain appeared it already disappeared. But now she was first able to look at her opponent. Regardless of him being a stranger, he looked strangely familiar. Though she couldn’t put her finger on the why. 

He had dark hair and perfectly blue eyes. To Y/N he looked hot especially with the smirk that had appeared on his face. The guy tilted his head to a side, looking straight into the eyes of his counterpart. 

“You must be one of the witches who arrived today.” He said and placed a hand on Y/N’s cheek. Despite the circumstances, she lightly leaned into his hand feeling its warmth heating up her now chilly skin. 

Y/N’s breath got caught in her throat as the red light appeared again. Before she could properly think about it, she exclaimed that first thing that came to her mind. “You’re a Siphoner!”

At the same time, his facial expression changed to an uninterpretable one. He looked as confused as he looked interested. 

“Why can’t I feel your magic?”

All of a sudden Y/N gained back her courage. Her hand instantly wrapped around her amulet, again siphoning a bit of magic to push the guy off her. He was tossed a few steps away from her. 

Once more she used the cloaking spell to run out of the forest. No one - not even another Siphoner - should know the truth about her. 

Without any more incidents, she arrived back at the house. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it was opened. 

“Long time no see.”


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camp halfblood!au

• jackson wang
• son of apollo
• cabin seven
• is a camp counselor
• pretty much friends with everyone
• is the loudest person in the apollo cabin
• likes to work out and is very athletic
• is captain for capture the flag
• rebels against chiron a lot
• but chiron loves him anyway
• people think he’s younger than he really is
• spends a lot of his time in the summer with his mom
• he also calls her once a day to see how she’s doing
• gets pranked by the hermes kids a lot
• tries to persuade mark to let him sleepover but it never really works
• can see the future a little bit

how you two met:

• it was during a game of capture the flag
• jackson was doing the most as usual, he was team captain after all
• he was so preoccupied with trying to capture the flag that he didn’t notice you hiding
• if he had than he would have had time to move out of the way, instead you hit him on the back and he went down
• “what the-”
• he was speechless mostly because he had yet to be caught by anyone
• he was angry at first but after seeing you his anger toned down a bit
• “sorry, did I hit you too hard?”
• you were smirking because you knew that this was a chance to win for your cabin which rarely ever happened
• “no worries, I’ll get you back for that.”
• you hadn’t seen him for a couple of days after that but the camp was going into training
• you and your sister were participating in the chariot race
• jackson originally wasn’t going to sign up but ended doing so to spite you
• he wanted to win after losing against you
• however your sister dropped out on you and jackson’s partner left him
• so he did the unthinkable
• “let’s partner up.”
• you were hesitant but you decided to go for it
• that was all it took for you two to form a really nice friendship
• and from friendship to developing feelings for each other
• “I like you.”
• “since when?”
• “since you hit me with your arrow.”

nl4realzx  asked:

Yoonmin for the otp ask meme 👀

Yoonmin -> who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner? (I loove u!!♡)

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

yoongi. he says ‘cock’ a lot and takes a little too long to reply. jimin thinks its funny though

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?

yoongi rarely lets jimin pick out the movie anymore because ever since yoongi openly sobbed after watching lilo & stitch, its the only movie jimin picks

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

yoongi and jimin still hasn’t let him live it down

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

jimin. and yoongi lowkey loves it because of the way jimin laughs after he says ‘guess who, hyung’

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

yoongi puts his cold hands up the back of jimin’s shirt and jimin is annoyed at first until he feels yoongi shivering

Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon?

what reality tv show doesn’t yoongi like

Who laughs more during sex?

both. they’re always cracking jokes or whispering sappy shit

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?

jimin except when he’s not

JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

Request Anonymous: “Gosh I feel so weird asking this, But could you maybe, when you feel like it, write a reader x Bucky or Jefferson or any Seb character really where the reader has autism?”

A/N: Don’t feel weird about it!  This is adorable!!  I just hope I didn’t screw this up too much for you.

Bucky x autistic!reader

Word count: 841 (I’m so so sorry this is so short!)

Summary: You may be a little different from others, but that’s why Bucky loves you so much!

Warnings: meltdown, little, tiny bit of self-depreciation (but Bucky makes it all better)

 (GIF not mine)

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

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anonymous asked:

22 for marvin and whizzer?

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

22 : two miserable people meeting at a wedding au

“This shits.”

Whizzer snorts and glances over the rim of his champagne glass to stare at the man sitting across the table from him who had been sourly watching the happy newlyweds as they were entertained by guests during their reception. He looked absolutely miserable, and from what Whizzer could tell, he really didn’t want to be there. He’d been trying to figure this guy out for the last twenty minutes– and not just because he looked remarkably good in a suit –as there had to be some reason or obligation of some kind that forced him to stay in that room and not march out. Who comes to a wedding just to bitch, anyways? Whizzer would bitch, but he’s being paid to be there ( the Weisenbachfelds had hired him to be the wedding photographer ). It wasn’t that he hated weddings, there was some charm to them despite his being unable to actually have one for himself, and he always somehow found his way into a conversation full of heavy family gossip. And more often than not there was plenty of alcohol he could just help himself to, which never failed to put him in good spirits. It was rare that there was ever a bad photograph taken at a wedding, too. There were so many smiles, everyone is dressed their best, and he’s paid a shitload of money for easy pictures.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think would be the companions ringtone? Who would leave the default one? Would there be someone that would change it way too often? (Mod may choose from which game to pick the companions:)

rain - 

Sera - super obnoxious ringtone, like the iphone quacking one. set to high because she’s always losing her phone and bugging people to call her so she can find the stinking thing. 

Josephine - carefully goes through and sets personal ringtones for everyone she thinks represents them. 

Cole - someone mysteriously sets his ringtone to darude’s sandstorm. he likes it.

Leaf -

Blackwall - he has an old nokia and hasn’t figured out ringtones and still uses the default.

Leliana - her phone is rarely ever off silent, but when it is, she has her favourite dance song as her ringtone.

Varric - he set every single number from the merchant’s guild to a loud air raid siren, so he knows to never answer it. Otherwise he just uses one of the pre-installed ringtones.

Iron Bull - His general ringtone is some classic rock, but if he really likes someone he’ll use a custom dragon roaring sound clip

Dorian - whatever the thedosian equivalent of “party in the USA” is, I’d bet that’s his ringtone. 

Carver -

Solas - has an ancient flip phone that he rarely uses. it’s always on silent most people don’t bother texting him anyways, they know he’ll take days to respond.

Cassandra - she keeps her phone on vibrate as often as possible, but every now and then you’ll hear the beginning notes of Swords & Shields’ theme song, and her face will turn beet red.

Vivienne - her default tone is a just a short kind of bubbly noise, but she has a few personal ringtones for important people. none of them last more than three seconds.

Cullen - likely some terrible country song. he has no shame about it.

“Taking Trager’s Advice”

Chibs Telford x Reader
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“I’m tellin’ ye, Tiggy, ‘at’s a myth,” Chibs shook his head as he took a sip of his beer.

“Nah, man, I’m serious. It’s real. Ask (Y/N) about it when you go home she’ll tell you brother,” Tig was serious as he set his glass down and turned back to face his Scottish friend.

“Ye got peed on brother,” Chibs chuckled, looking over to his curly headed friend.

“Chibs. I’m serious. You telling me you don’t believe me just tells me you aren’t hittin’ it right. Send (Y/N) my way and I’ll make sure she–”
“–Watch it Trager,” Chibs warned with a growl.

“Alright alright,” Tig laughed, “but I’m for real. If you wanna bring the spark back with (Y/N), figure out how to make her squirt, brother. She’ll thank you for it, and then you can thank me,” Tig stood up from his stool, passing Chibs by and clapping him on the back as Chibs began to think.

It was true, he and (Y/N)’s sex life had been suffering lately. Not that the sex wasn’t amazing, because it was - it always had been ever since the first night - but they had recently run into a monotonous patch and it was his intention to make things better… different. If Tig wasn’t lying, as he had a tendency to embellish his stories, this might be the key.

“Love, where are ye?” Chibs called out as he walked into your house but got no answer in reply. He shrugged his kutte off and hung it on the coat rack before kicking off his boots and retreating down the hallway. When he neared the bedroom he heard the faint sound of water and knew you were in the shower.

Perfect.

He walked into the bathroom and stripped the rest of his clothes off, pulling the curtains back to step inside behind you.

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him and turned back to face the water while he pulled the curtains closed, turning to you.

“Hey love, I missed ye today,” he spoke, leaning down to place a kiss on your shoulder while his hands caressed your arms on either side of your body. He pressed himself up against your back and breathed in the steam the shower created, still kissing and sucking on your shoulder, moving up to your neck.
You turned around to face him. Moving his hands to your hips he grinned, his dimples popping out as he did, and you knew he was up to no good.

“Whaddaya want Filip,” you asked, smirking to let him know the question was rhetorical.
He scoffed a bit and kissed you deeply, his tongue running along your bottom lip before he pulled away.
“I want you, in the bedroom, ten minutes.” he ordered, his accent thick with lust. He pulled the curtain back again and stepped out without another word.
Weird, you thought.
Usually when he got in the shower like that, shower sex followed. You shrugged it off and finished bathing, stepping out naked into the bedroom to find your man, towel around his waist, sitting on the bed.

“Ohhh God,” you moaned as he worked between your legs, “Mmm Filip.”
You tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing him further into your wet heat, begging him not to stop as his tongue danced circles around your clit and he introduced his index finger at your opening, gently sliding it in and out. He looked up at you as his lips closed around your tight bundle of nerves, giving a good harsh suck that made you jump before he introduced his middle finger in addition to his index finger to your opening and began kissing up your pelvis, stomach, chest, neck, to your mouth. He set a good pace with his hands while his lips split time between your own lips and your neck and your chest heaved at the stimulation.

“Ye feel so good love, ye gonna cum for me?” he whispered in your ear as he kissed and nibbled on the outside of it and you whimpered, “Yes baby please.”

He growled at your response, his motions getting more desperate as he retreated back down your body to reattach his mouth to your clit, licking, sucking, and even biting until your back arched and you let out a scream of ecstasy as you came with a jolt and your muscles convulsed around his hand.

He pulled away from you, he hadn’t gotten the results he expected but he’d just try again later.
He moved himself to cover your body, pressing his hips into yours and biting your bottom lip as he rubbed his throbbing rock-solid cock against you, the build up of foreplay he had just created meant he definitely wouldn’t last long but he was aching to be inside you. He lifted his hips, palming his member and sliding it inside your dripping wet core and you gasped, gripping the sheets tightly as he began to thrust into you. He came quickly and the two of you were satisfied with your own releases.
He laid beside you then and pulled you to his chest, cuddled into his side, enjoying the come down.

Over the days that followed the sex between you and Chibs had suddenly gone from good to amazing. His libido had gone into overdrive which meant sex in the morning before work, sex on lunch breaks, and sex twice at night. He was insatiable but you were loving every second.
In the past, sometimes he would skip the foreplay and oral to get right to fucking you but lately there were no quickies; he was taking his time, making sure you reached an orgasm before he ever brought his dick anywhere near you.
You had no complaints, this kind of sex was the type you could have time and time again without tiring. You loved it, but you noticed a frustration, an urgency, that was building inside your old man every time you tangled with him. Tonight you were going to address that frustration you sensed and hopefully help Chibs sort it out.

“How’d it go with (Y/N) brother?” Tig smiled taking a seat next to Chibs at the bar. Chibs grunted in response, downing his liquor in one gulp and slamming his glass down.
“That bad huh?” Tig asked, his eyebrows raised in concern.
“Don’ talk to me righ’ now Tiggy,” Chibs grumbled and Tig sighed, “Look man, did you tell her what you were trying to do? Cause if she doesn’t know then it probably won’t happen, she won’t let it.”
Chibs glared at his blue eyed friend whose eyes widened at the hostility he was being shown.
“Look I’m just trying to help man,” he put his hands up in defense.
“I got no problems satisfying my lady, brother. I don’ need yer help.”

Tig huffed and stood from his stool, “If you want it to happen, you gotta tell her to try.”
Tig spoke gruffly as he walked from the bar down the club hallway.


Chibs was still in the clubhouse, it was midnight and everyone that had somewhere to be was gone, while others had retired to their room at the clubhouse.
He didn’t intend to go home, he had decided to give up on his mission to make you squirt. He decided to sleep in the clubhouse tonight in lieu of having the conversation that would inevitably follow when he was no longer in the mood for sex.


When Filip didn’t come home and stopped responding to your texts you knew he was at TM getting drunk, probably alone, which was all the information you needed to know that something was definitely wrong. He rarely ever ignored you, and even if he was too busy to respond, he would find a way to contact you eventually. The only time he ever did truly ignore you was when he was upset, which he clearly had to be. Whatever it was that was bothering Filip, it needed to be addressed with him as soon as possible and you intended to do just that.

You climbed into your car and drove the 8 miles across town to the garage, where you parked across from the bike you recognized as Chibs’ and stalked across the lot and into the bar. There he was, not drunk yet but hell bent on getting there, sitting at the bar.

“Hey babe. I was worried about you, why haven’t you called?” you asked as you walked up beside him and rubbed your hand down his back, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He pulled away from you with a grumble and you stepped back, surprised and hurt at his coldness.

“Chibs whats going on?” you asked, your voice a bit smaller.

“Nothin’ love. Go home,” he groaned, clearly agitated by you being there.

“Absolutely not,” you folded your arms and glared at him, “I am not leaving until you tell me what has gotten into you Filip Telford!” you attempted to sound authoritative, but instead it came out as a whimper.

Fortunately for you, that whimper got your old man’s attention better than anything else could. He hated to see you upset or sad, especially when he is the reason causing it.

Chibs sighed, standing up and walking to you, taking your shoulders in his hands and looking into your eyes.

“Lass, I’ve been spending the last week trying to figure out how to really satisfy ye in the bedroom an’ it hasn’t been working,” he huffed, looking down in shame.

You furrowed your eyebrows, clearly confused as the last week had been the best sex you ever had. He sensed your confusion, and sighed again.

“I was talking to Tig last weekend and–”
“–let me stop you right there,” you interrupted your man who narrowed his eyes at you, “Whatever it is that TIG thinks you need to do I can promise you, it isn’t necessary, babe. Tig is fucking weirdo.” you paused to let that fact sink in, “I love you, and our sex life just fine without Tig’s input,” you smiled, placing your palms on his chest.
Chibs finally smiled back, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in to kiss you, “I love you woman,” he spoke as he pressed his lips against yours, his tongue diving into your mouth as his hands ventured down to your ass, giving it a squeeze and causing a moan to escape your mouth.
You pulled away from him, an inquisitive look on your face, “Out of curiosity… What is it you’ve been trying to do?” you asked, causing a smile to stretch across Chibs’ face.

“Fuck, Filip, oh yes right there, yes yessss!” you moaned as your body gushed against his touch, soaking the couch below you.
“Jesus Christ,” Chibs gasped, chuckling while he pulled himself up from the floor to hover over you, pulling his cock from his jeans and pushing himself into you roughly as he attached his lips to yours.
The excitement of finally achieving his goal to turn you into a squirter made him want you even more.

That is, until the mood was ruined by a loud whistle followed by clapping. You jumped, looking over Chibs’ shoulder to where the sound was coming from. Chibs didn’t need to look, he knew that whistle, it was Tig.

“Bravo!!!” he shouted as he continued to clap, “You did it didn’t you Chibby? I’m so proud of you!” he grinned as he finally allowed his clapping to lapse but continued to stare at the two of you.

“Aye….” Chibs sighed resting his head on your shoulder, his dick still planted deep within you, “I did it Tiggy. Now go away an’ let me finish my business without an audience,” Chibs feigned annoyance, but you could sense a hint of pride in his tone.

“THIS is how you thank me? You never let me watch anymore Filip, I’m starting to think you don’t like me anymore….” Tig groaned jokingly as he turned and walked back down the hallway to his room.

“Now,” Chibs sighed, planting a kiss on your forehead, “where were we?” he smiled at you.

PJO and Co at Hogwarts


Fifth Year

  • Frank shows up to the train in the ugliest assortment of muggle clothing anyone has ever seen but oh my god Frank did you spend the entire summer at the gym?
  • Percy has earrings?
  • “Piper pierced my ears.”
  • “Mine too!” Hazel cries, showing off the small stones in her ears.
  • Jason should be in the prefect car, but he conveniently forgets to go
  • Reyna promised like two weeks ago that she’d fill him in on anything important he missed.
  • They all pack on to the train, and Annabeth pecks Percy on the lips when he tries to trip her.
  • “Hang on a minute- Annabeth what the fu-” “SHHH there are first years right over there Jason good lord!”
  • “Who would have thought these two would be going out though?”
  • A dozen hands go up, including Annabeth’s as she smugly trips Percy in revenge.
  • Annabeth falls asleep in Percy’s lap on the train, and because of that they managed to fit four on the floor
  • Nico’s hair is grown way out, and he’s sitting on the floor under Hazel, facing Frank and talking about Hazel’s recent obsession with alchemy while she braids his hair
  • Will is subtly checking out Nico from behind his herbology book
  • Jason noticed, but only because Piper pointed it out
  • Leo saw a strange girl pass their car “Is she in our year?”
  • “Yeah, I think she’s a Hufflepuff?”
  • “Oh yeah, that’s Cali,” Percy whispers. “She’s a genius when it comes to herbology. Good as Grover, I think.”
  • Hazel somehow had flowers and a tiara she braided into Nico’s hair?
  • He manages to get his hat on over it, but only barely, and as soon as the sorting is over, he tucks it into his robes so he can proudly display Hazel’s handywork
  • The Slytherin prefect, Silena Beauregard, leading the first years down the hall stops to go and pat Nico’s braid.
  • Percy elbows Will in the side when he steps on a first year because he was staring at Nico
  • Jason spends the night comforting the homesick kids, and even though the next morning he almost passes out, he decides it was worth it
  • Everyone in Ravenclaw tower gets a rude awakening at four am when Nico shows up screaming at Hazel because “You put a fucking Sticking Charm on something you put in my hair?”
  • Gryffindor tower gets “I’m going to fucking murder you if you don’t get back here right fucking now Hazel!”
  • Hufflepuff is woken by a girl’s scream and “Take that motherfucker!”
  • Slytherin’s awakening was Nico screaming that he was going to fucking murder his sister for this
  • Will is the first to reach them before they disappeared again, and he yanks them apart by the necks.
  • He tosses Hazel at Frank, who appears right after, and tells him to show her to… anywhere else really.
  • Nico is still struggling to get away from Will when Will tosses him on the couch and straddles his stomach
  • Nico almost dies right then, but then Will is slowly unsticking the flowers and tiara from his hair
  • When it’s actually morning, Percy finds them sleeping on the couch, Will draped over Nico like a blanket.
  • Day one breakfast has Percy sitting at the Slytherin table in Annabeth’s lap. It becomes a frequent thing, and escalates into everyone piling onto the end of Slytherin table
  • There’s not room for all the Slytherins at their table now, and every meal is basically ‘Fight me for this chair’ ‘You don’t even have a class next I will throw you to the ground if I don’t get my breakfast.’
  • Percy and Frank still argue over breakfast, god knows over what, but it still happens
  • Nico speaks only in Italian to Hazel at every lunch. Mostly ranting about cute boys (Will) and how she should just date Frank already
  • Will blatantly flirts with Nico, but only at the worst possible times
  • Will: *starts to tell Nico how hot he looks* Nico: *is actually on fire*
  • Percy may be talented when it comes to elemental spells, but he’s garbage at the advanced transfiguration they’re doing
  • Hazel takes astronomy and meets Rachel while trying to study one night
  • Piper reluctantly tutors Percy in transfiguration, and is pleasantly surprised at how well he can focus (it’s because Annabeth is bribing him)
  • Jason and Piper go head to head in quidditch and their friends get into squabbles over who to cheer for
  • Percy cheers for Jason 75% of the time
  • Annabeth always cheers opposite of him
  • Piper is still trying very hard to keep her head down at school, but for some reason this year is exceptionally bad with people begging to see her change and show them how pretty she can be etc. and it really gets to her
  • Jason sits in an empty classroom with her all day a few times, doing whatever she asked of him and telling her why she’s great just the way she is.
  • Leo hexes people that are too rude to Pipes
  • Grover meets a dryad in the forbidden forest on one of the weekly campouts
  • “Who would have guessed-”
  • “Jason literally anyone could have guessed, just stop before you hurt yourself.”
  • “At least I know about-”
  • Piper tackles him against the wall, covering his mouth
  • It isn’t subtle at all, and the light bulb goes on for Annabeth. “You mean *whispers to Piper* Nico and Will? I’ve got money on next year.”
  • Leo runs all the betting pools. Random ones, all around the school. When will Jasiper become a thing? Is the charms professor going to accidentally make the chandelier fall again? Will the Gray Lady allow you to call her that or will she string you up from Gryffindor tower window?
  • He’s still taking the odd request for mechanized magic items, mostly things that will let kids stay caught up to their shows, and very rarely he’ll make something special.
  • He keep seeing the Cali girl, but still hasn’t been able to talk to her. She’s quiet, doesn’t have many friends but somehow he can never get the chance to talk to her.
  • Leo lives on coffee and poptarts. Where did he get poptarts? The fourth year poptart dealer from Hufflepuff
  • Nico starts falling asleep in places that Will frequently comes across. 
  • Everyone pretends not to notice while frantically trying to figure out if they can change their bets or not.
  • Piper is searching for an empty classroom to ball up in when she stumbles across the two of them making out, and instantly sprints to the great hall shouting about how Leo better get down here now
  • Frank’s bet turns out to be the best, because he subtly figured out what Will’s plans were
  • He makes a lot of money off of that
  • Still won’t ask out Hazel, even though he’s started going up to the astronomy tower with her while she’s studying, and he keeps an extra blanket on hand for the times she and Nico fall asleep in their common room.
  • Will just hauls Nico into his bed and aggressively cuddles with him.
  • And then they’re all studying every day, thinking about future jobs and classes to take
  • O.W.L.s are really soon oh dear
  • They’re in the library for hours at a time, even Leo and Percy stop skiving off to study with everyone
  • “Who needs sleep, amiright?”
  • “amyrite?”
  • “i’ve been up for three days straight”
  • “I can’t feel my face”
  • Hazel wants to become an astronomer
  • Grover wants to be a journalist
  • Piper and Jason want to play quidditch
  • Frank is interested in magizoology
  • Leo wants to invent spells and machines for the rest of his life
  • Annabeth is interested in architecture or being a mediwitch
  • Percy would like to be a wandmaker
  • Will is going to be a healer.
  • Nico’s thinking about being an auror
  • Reyna and Rachel are definitely a thing, Nico informs the table over breakfast one morning as the two arrive and sit with them.
  • They learn that Reyna wants to be a radio broadcaster- after all, she does announce at least half of the quidditch games- and Rachel wants to teach
  • Jason is the perfect prefect, and somehow manages to baby everyone while still being very strict with them
  • Grover’s girlfriend shows up in random classes, most of which Grover isn’t actually in, and talks to the ghosts or gives the teachers pointers on how to control students/do a spell etc.
  • Will spends the last two months of school begging the matron to let him intern in the hospital wing next year, and eventually he caves and agrees with conditions
  • Grover is going to visit Will’s house for a few weeks, and takes the train back with them.
  • They also try to fit Reyna and Rachel in the car.
  • Nico is on Will’s lap, Percy on Annabeth’s, Jason is lying on the floor under the bench, Frank is next to Hazel, Grover, Leo, and Piper all squash onto the floor as well, and Reyna and Rachel fit onto the bench next to Will and Nico.
  • Leo eventually opts to suspend himself in the air in the middle of the car, which helps a little bit but he gets too excited and then the heat is blasting in everyone’s face so they put Grover in the air instead.
  • the clown car is always loud, and they rarely ever get anything from the trolley, even though they all talk about wanting it. Instead they share whatever food they scrounge from their robes, which is usually squished and kind of gross but they’re teenagers and it’s food
  • “Leo you can’t just push first years around by their faces, that’s not cool”
  • “He was in the way.”
  • They all promise to get together for a few weeks over the summer, much to the horror of several parents- where will you all even fit?

first year / second year / third year / fourth year / sixth year / seventh year

This is just a comment on how awesome Elliott is

My mother was telling me last night about how she thinks I’m hyper-focused on Elliott all the time and how I’m obsessed, but the thing is, I’m not obsessed with Elliott, I’m obsessed with his view on human nature. To me, Elliott is so interesting because he rarely put a mask on. He was sincere about how he viewed raw, human nature and lived through it himself, even though he understood it almost better than anybody. Instead of the usual topic “falling in love with your lover” or “missing your lover” (which are totally great subjects too), he sang about dependence and frustration and loss of control, but in a way that wasn’t saturated into a caricature of itself, or it would only convey one emotion. Because he conveyed his topics sincerely, none of his songs ever have one interpretation or feeling, and for me, that means the song can never get tiring because it changes depending on the listener’s viewpoint or mood. I also believe that within his music and his life, so much can be taught within mainstream society. I think that his songwriting through different viewpoints also eliminates the idea of “labeling” something or someone as “happy” or “depressing” and arrives at something more complex.  Elliott himself is subject to this act of labeling in our culture because he’d arrive at an interview and have a question thrown at him like, “are you a sad-sack?” and in reality, he was SO much more than this depressed, pessimistic, folk singer guy that mainstream media viewed him at the time. Labels can be important when it comes to simplifying your day to be more efficient with things that will get you along in life, but I don’t think people should be subject to them, because humans are so much more than two or three simple words. 

I am so sorry, that rant turned into something entirely else.