you own world

I think a fundamental part of online friendships that people ‘outside’ fail to understand is how comforting it is to have friends right there in your pocket who will keep you company in good times and bad, listen to your rants, let you vent, be supportive whilst offering outsider perspective…

  • Need to be alone but need support too? Pocket friends.
  • Something awful just happened and there’s nobody around for you to tell? Pocket friends.
  • Need to let your feelings out but don’t want people to see you ugly-cry? Pocket friends.

Keep being amazing, pocket friends. You couldn’t possibly imagine how important you are.


 “It’s only 106”

  「 106しか出てない 」

  “ It’s only 106 ”

  「 106しか出てない 」

   “ IT’S ONLY 106 ”

    「 106しか出てない 」

    “   IT’S   ~ONLY~   106   ”

―Yuzuru Hanyu’s off the record comment on his SP performance that marked the 3rd highest score in history.

Note: Short program scores above 100 points were achieved only 7 times, 6 of them by Hanyu himself:

She got me praying all hours of the night, say she want my heart, She pulling me to the river, drawing me with her siren's call, Done gave her my heart but now she wants my soul, Well I already sold it to the man in red, "Fell in love with your charm," but its a curse; cos am dead, Girl you're not who you say, bad girl they say you are Innocence isn't where am at, wear your crucifix bae Don't make me out all serious bonnie, slave to this bad religion, Unrequited love, praying at my shrine, cos I don't have a heart Like a dead man walking, I lay at your side, Make sure you're alright in my world, atleast that for you girl,

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul


Mark is happy where he is and enjoys what he likes best: rapping!

lmao at anti-snape people who don’t realize that james and snape aren’t really foils for draco and harry (tho they can correlate) but more for dudley and harry. 

dudley hates harry for no reason - because his parents hate harry and harry’s easy to pick on. he picks on harry with his gang of friends, terrorizing him whenever it’s convenient. harry fights back against dudley (but does anyone call it “equal”…? lmao no bc it’s still not even tho harry fights back). dudley has the adults on his side, adults who won’t listen to and don’t care about harry. does this sound familiar at all? it should. 

do you honestly think harry saw that scene in swm and didn’t suffer an immediate flashback? if you think not, you’re kidding yourself friends. harry knows what snape’s going through - he went through it too. and yet fandom looks at dudley and harry and recognizes the power disadvantage, recognizes it’s bullying, but when they look at the marauders and snape, they’re all, “well that’s just what teenagers do!” okay. sure. 

Newt Scamander x Reader- Empty Bed

Newt Scamander x Reader- Empty Bed

A/n: Couldn’t sleep, so I wrote this fluffy thing

No warnings, unless a cuddly Newt is too much to handle

It was the dead of night once more, and you had found yourself wide awake and stirring yourself a cup of tea. You slowly whisked the sugar around in your cup, simply talking in the aura of your surroundings. Your home was without light, for the sun had set long ago. Newt was softly emitting light snores from your bedroom down the hall, lost in another one of his own worlds. You gazed down at your tea as the sugar was no longer present.

Another sleepless night had driven you from your bed and into the kitchen at this late hour. No matter what you tried to do, nothing seemed to be fulfilling the task of allowing you to sink into a blissful slumber. Your mind stayed scattered like moths in the light, far too frenzied and anxious to be asleep without a care. Taking small sips of your tea, you tried to coax your body into feeling more comforted and sleepy.

Your sipping was interrupted as footsteps began to come towards you. You turned to see a sleepy Newt, complete with a stretching yawn and disheveled hair styled by the man’s sleeping form.

“Y/n,” Newt spoke before pausing to yawn once more, “What are you doing, love?”

You set your mug down with a slight thud as it touched down on the surface of your wooden table once again. “Couldn’t sleep,” you responded.

“This is the third time this week darling, is everything alright?”
“Yes, just a bit of worrying.”

Newt crouched down to drape his muscular arms over the chair and your body. He pressed a small kiss to your temple before sleepily saying, “Love, you know how I feel about worrying.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at how he cared and at the fact that his tired state was increasingly more cuddly and needy than normal. “Yes Newt, I know.”
“Please come back to bed darling, it’s cold, and I’m lonely.” He was like a child in this moment, but you found it quite adorable.

“Oh you’re lonely? Why don’t you ask the Niffler to cuddle you?” You teased.

Newt’s facial expression now obtained a slightly offended look before he said, “Very funny, but you and I both know that you’re the only one I want to cuddle at night.”

“Oh Newt.”

“I mean it. Now c’mon love, back to bed. I’ll help you get the rest you deserve, you’ve been working too hard lately and I don’t need you pushing yourself into exhaustion.”

He stood back up and scooped you into his arms. Your cup sat discarded on the table, too cold to consume anymore, but it didn’t matter. Before you knew it you were back in the bedroom, and Newt was setting you gracefully on the bed and wrapping you in blankets, as if protecting a ceramic doll. He kissed your forehead gently, placing his lips delicately in your flesh, before striding back over to his side of the bed. Once he had situated himself under the covers, he held his arms open to invite you to snuggle, and of course you wouldn’t turn him down. His toned arms wrapped around you protectively like they were afraid of letting you slip away. You nestled your head into the crook of his neck, finding safety in his comfort alone. Warmth radiated off of his body and the blanket cocoon that consumed you both as if cutting off from the harness of reality into a wonderland of repose. The only noises that cut through the silence in the room was the steady beat of Newt’s heartbeat against you, beating for your love that bonded you together like a match to a flame. Contentment surrounded you, and your eyes felt heavier than they had hours prior.

“Feeling sleepy?” asked Newt as he engulfed you tighter. His hand now rested on your torso, rubbing you soothingly as if in a deep massage.

“A bit,” you responded in a miniscule whisper.

“That’s perfect Y/n, just let your eyes close okay darling. We have a big day tomorrow. I love you very, very much. I care about you, and I don’t want you to feel ill from all this sleep you have been missing.”

Your eyes slowly closed more as Newt smiled down at you. His fluffy hair was now nesting on his pillow as his eyes stared back at you, captivating every beautiful and unique feature etched onto your appearance. You were his treasure, far more precious than any coin the Niffler would ever hide. With one final kiss to your nose, your eyes sealed into a deep sleep. Another smile passed onto his face as he brushed your hair out of your face. You were absolutely breathtaking. A small ‘I love you Newt,’ slipped passed your lips as you had finally received the resting that you needed.

He pulled the blankets around you once more, ensuring that you wouldn’t be shivering later, and closed his own eyes. He cuddled you and took every part of you in before he too fell into a slumber. He wouldn’t trade your experiences for the world. Having you soundly sleeping next to him before a day of adventure and discovery was all that he needed. The two of you remained intertwined with one another as you peacefully dreamt away, soaking in the comfort of one another.