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[callimara]

WAKE UP JELSA NATION

[pumpkin2mel]

HOLY SHIT IM GOINA DIE

BROSKI IM NOT OK IM GINNA SHOOT ARI AGAIN.

AHSHWHDQDHWDHWSHWDHWSH 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

[annom-alley]

[ao3tagoftheday]

[Image Description: Tag reading “forgive me father for i am back on my bullshit”]

The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Me, returning to this blog

[terribleincorrectdr-archive]

oh boy I didn't know the vibe check requests were still going! idk if you'll get to this but uh. my selfhood kins are miu and aoi while my high kins are kokichi and ibuki (im sure I'm forgetting more but thats the gist)

im Something of a person from that alone fifjsjsks

You're right about that!

All im seeing here is energy. I think you could power a factory with how pumped you are about everything.

But, I think you may be using this happy exterior to cover for a more depressed attitude. Its okay to feel like shit, you don't have to be the life of the party at all times. Keep going too long and you'll just spiral out of control, forgetting how to properly put up the energy you used to have. Just let yourself be.

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Stuff I said while sick

Me: You think Iggy knows how to make the nuggets from Chick Flia?

Prompto: Maybe?

Me: I bet he does. Think he'll do it if I ask?

Prompto: Maybe?

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Noctis: I'm an emotionally distraught mess right now!

Ignis: You're always an emotionally distraught mess.

Gladiolus: I'm surprised you used distraught correctly.

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Prompto: *walks in the room to find Noctis on the floor* Dude tell me you're just sleeping.

Noctis: My pants are off, what do you think? Shut the blinds and give me a blanket.

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Noctis: Just blanket me, Ignis.

Ignis: *sigh* Fine.

Noctis: *kicking it off* No, I'm too hot!

~

Prompto: How will me dancing make you feel better?

Noctis: Oh it won't, but it pleases me.

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Prompto: I'm gonna go take a nap in the shower.

Ignis: No, the hell you're not!

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Prompto: Dude, how did you swaddle yourself?

Noctis: A lot of determination.

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Noctis: This soup has carrots in it, I'm sick not stupid Ignis!

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Me: Do you think King Regis knows he's a good Father? I need to tell him that. Mr. Amicitia too, oh and Cor!

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Noctis: Put on Netflix and let me be gross in peace!

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Gladiolus: You are aware that you're in a heated blanket, with a fan on you.

Noctis: I'm hot, than I'm cold, I'm yes than I'm no.

Gladiolus: Are you quoting pop songs now?

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Gladiolus: Add blankets to things I have fought and lost against to the list.

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Me: You know who's fault this is...Ardyn.

Ignis: It's Chancelor Ardyn's fault you're sick?

Me: Pretty freakin much, I mean why else would I sick?

Ignis:...all right okay...

~

Gladiolus: Any reason she's curled around a frozen water bottle, like it's her best friend?

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Ignis: You're telling me you have lived off of sherbet, water, and Popsicle for a week? How are you still standing?

Me: I'll have you know, I fainted twice.

Ignis: Is that suppose to make me feel better?

Me: No, I just wanted you to know how my day went.

~

Me: I think I feel better.

Gladiolus: Would be more believable if you weren't laying face down in your pillow, trying to drink water.

~

Noctis: You got packages!

Me: Really, cool. Sometimes when I get sick I order stuff offline.

Ignis: Wouldn't that be dangerous?

Me: Nah, it's normally stuff I need anyway.

Prompto: So what did you order?

Me: 18 Kawaii Pens, a stuff pineapple, a stuff watermelon, and an external hard drive.

Gladiolus: Only one of those things sounds reasonable.

[yuudetama]

Seven Thirty, Uncharted Territory [Part 1] // BTS’ Suga

In which an awkward Slytherin falls for an all-too suspecting Hufflepuff.

Fluff, humour, Hogwarts AU.   Word Count: 1.7k.

Part 1 //

Seven-thirty in the morning, and Min Yoongi is already resenting the world. It must be some sort of curse, he thinks to himself as he slumps down at the dining table, that is desecrating either his luck or ability to pass through a day without feeling the need to snap his wand in half. While he acknowledges that optimistic mornings are not normally his forte, he can’t help but feel as though today in particular is destined to run to the ground: somebody has spiked the coffee pots with pumpkin juice- not even with good juice, too, the bloke just had to use yesterday’s stale leftovers- and the Potions essay he meticulously wrote last night is missing the back page. Couple that with a double period of Arithmancy and a stack of unreasonably difficult assignments, and it’s as though the world is serving him a big steaming platter of LOL and get fucked, mate. Scowling, he jabs at a grilled sausage. The seventh years further up the table shoot him scathing looks, but he soundly ignores their disapproval. His housemates aren’t very fond of him, he knows, but seeing as the feeling is mutual he really couldn’t give a damn. Sometimes when he’s lying in bed at night he wonders what sort of bastardly demon could have possessed the Sorting Hat to put him in Slytherin, of all places. He’s nothing like his haughty housemates- at least, he hopes to the gods he’s not- but he supposes it has something to do with his lineage being among the oldest and most traditional in the wizarding world. A prime candidate to carry on the legacy of Salazar bleedin’ Slytherin. Really, family could positively ruin your life without even trying, sometimes. Just as he’s about to begin his breakfast, a hand reaches over his shoulder and plucks the fork from his hold. “What climbed into your knickers this morning, Yoongs?”

A lanky figure plops into the seat beside his. Yoongi knows who it is but glances up anyway. He’s not disappointed when he’s greeted by the sight of familiar tawny hair and the signature red-and-gold necktie of the Lion’s house. “Just the usual inescapable miseries of life, nothing new.” He watches with a surly expression as his visitor enthusiastically digs into his food. “And I told you to quit calling me that, Taehyung. You make it sound like I’m some sort of pet toad.” Kim Taehyung polishes off the rest of the sausage and grins. “Come on, don’t be like that. I bet you’d make a great toad.” He passes the fork back to its disgruntled owner and snags a pastry from the bread basket. The seventh years snarl at his boldness but otherwise leave him be. After enduring five years of the younger Gryffindor skipping to their table to join Yoongi for the odd meal, they’ve learned that not even threats or aggressive brandishing of wands can scare him off their territory. Despite himself, Yoongi feels his lips twitch. If anybody ever says that Gryffindors aren’t loyal friends then surely they haven’t met Kim Taehyung. Yoongi grabs a platter and begins to reload his plate. “Forget about me. How are you not dead after writing that sleeping draught essay?” “Simple. I haven’t started yet,” Taehyung announces proudly through a mouthful of pastry. Yoongi arches a brow as he takes a bite of eggs. “Nothing in the instructions about it being optional, mate.” “Don’t worry,” dismisses the Gryffindor, popping the last bit of danish into his mouth. “We have like, what, another day to finish it? I still have some time before it’s due.” “Only the third week back and you’re already at the top of the game. Your dedication to academics is commendable,” Yoongi comments dryly, although he can’t help but marvel at his friend’s laidback attitude. Ever since their youth Taehyung has followed the motto of everything will be okay, and, if truth be told, Yoongi feels a little envious that he can breeze through life with such a carefree philosophy. Especially at a time such as now, what with the professors upping their regime in preparation for the gruelling NEWT exams. "You do realize we're already in our sixth year now, don't you?" “No, Yoongi, I didn’t know,” Taehyung says in a long-suffering voice. “As a matter of fact, I’m still waiting for my play mat and colouring books so I can get settled in with the other first years.” Yoongi shoots him a look that says he is entirely not in the mood to deal with unwarranted sass. "Great. And here I was thinking you were missing out on Snape's idea of fun." Taehyung peers inside the nearest coffee pot. "You haven't had any caffeine yet, have you? I can tell because you're never this testy about homework- why does this coffee look spotty?" "Because some idiot thought it'd be brilliant to dump pumpkin juice into all of our pots," Yoongi grimaces. "It's disgusting. I can smell the spices from here." Taehyung dips a spoon into the pitcher and samples the questionable liquid. He smacks his lips together with a thoughtful look. “You know what, it’s not half bad. Just think of it as eight- no, ten- free pumpkin spice latte knockoffs," he says as he goes in for another spoonful. As a muggle-born Taehyung is constantly making references to his non-magic world, something which Yoongi finds both fascinating and mystifying. He has no idea what this latte concoction is, but decides to inquire after it another day when he actually has enough energy to digest the explanation. Before Yoongi can ask his friend to sneak a cup of dark roast from his own table, a pack of Gryffindor girls passes by their seats. "Hey, Taehyung! Are you going down to Quidditch pitch later? Jackson just got the latest Windsweeper and he’s been dying to show it off,” one of them calls out. Taehyung waves his classmates a hello. "No, I’ll be hanging out with Yoongi here. But tell him that I want to have a go at it myself, yeah?” The girls continue to migrate towards the double doors, but not before giving Yoongi an apprehensive stare. Yoongi inwardly sighs. No doubt they're wondering how he coerced their poor, unsuspecting housemate into sitting with the dirty Slytherins for breakfast. He thinks that Taehyung may have noticed the subtle change in his mood, because his friend suddenly nudges his arm. "Hey, you should come take a look at Jackson’s new broomstick too! I bet we could fit in a quick game before third period, if we can sneak out the Quidditch chest.” Yoongi averts his eyes. Despite their persisting friendship, the invisible barrier between their two houses has always been somewhat of an awkward topic for him to cross. “No, it’s fine. I need to go back to my dorm anyway, I’m missing a page from my-” He stops mid-sentence. A group of students are crossing the Hall, laughing and catching the last free moments before first period. All except for the student at the back reading a tattered book. Yoongi watches as you flip pages, too engrossed in your book to pay attention to what your friends are saying. He notices the way you smooth over the paper, running a finger down the aged parchment, scrunching your nose at whatever it was you were reading. The loose curl of hair brushing against your cheek, the yellow-and-black badge emblazoned on your robes- And then your eyes flicker over your book to meet his. Yoongi doesn’t even have time to pretend he’s not staring before your lips quirk up. A smile, soft and hardly unfazed; it’s a movement as minuscule as the Snitch itself yet Yoongi finds it more enrapturing than any Quidditch game he’s ever seen. Taehyung follows his line of sight. “Checking out the Hufflepuffs now, are we?” Yoongi jerks his head back. “I’m not- Who said I was looking at her?” His friend perks up at the sputtered response. “At her? So you were checking one of them out? Don’t worry, I already figured out who it is.” Taehyung’s voice is smug. “The one at the very back, right?” “I wasn’t looking at her,” Yoongi says defensively. “I was just trying to see what book she was holding.” Oh Gringotts, it sounds pathetic even to his own ears. He clears his throat in an attempt to recover his cool. “But since you mentioned it… She new here? How come I haven’t seen her around before?” he asks in what he hopes is a casual tone. Taehyung smirks at him. “Why don’t you ask her for yourself?” Yoongi scowls, but he can feel the back of his neck flushing red. “You know what, forget I said anything. Hurry up and finish eating; classes will be starting soon.” But as he speaks his eyes drift towards the door through which you had vanished. He realizes that he doesn’t know your name, or even what year you’re in, and, because he is a luckless resident of the Snake, he will most likely never have the opportunity to find out. And even more unfortunate for him, Taehyung can read him like a bloody Howler. The Gryffindor’s grin practically stretches from ear to ear as he gives Yoongi a hearty clap on the back. "Come on, you don't have to pretend you're not interested! Listen, if you’re really fond of her then I'll help you out, alright? Consider it my early Christmas present to you." "No, you really don't have to-” Taehyung cuts him off. "Trust me, Yoongs, leave it all to me. I'll have you guys necking and exchanging love spells in no time," he promises, adding an enthusiastic thumbs up for good measure. Yoongi looks at the beaming grin on his friend’s face and sighs. He thinks that his life is a little doomed.