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'i like harry potter but i've only watched the movies' starter pack

• 'harmony 4ever!!! 😻😻😻 THEY DANCED!!!'

• 'ron sucks so much!!! i hate ron and romione'

• 'draco malfoy is so hot'

• 'lmao guys who the hell is peeves stop making up characters X)'

• 'ginny is so boring'

• 'OMg GUYS!!JDHDHDHB!!! when SNAPE was DUELING MCGONAGALL in DEATHLY HallOws pt 2 HE TOOK DOWN 2!!!!2!!!!! death eaters!!!!'

• 'my fav hermione quote is 'im highly logical' SO SMART!!!'

• 'there is no charlie weasley guys Xd xD XD'

• 'i ❤️ steve kloves'

this is honestly one of the best (if not the best) stories that I've read in a while.

Id recommend this to anyone, whether they know only persona or only mha, hell even if they don't know either, it's such a great fuckin story.

I will admit, I cried and I don't cry often.

The storyline, the characters, EVERYTHING WAS SO GOOD.

Here's the link:

I don't regret reading this, and I don't you will either.

We art thou, thou art us

HEE HO!

P.s This might mean absolutely nothing coming from me, but BukuBuku is a damn good writer. Please give their other works a read and be ready for the epilogue on Jan 6th for "Dost Thou Even Steal Hearts?".

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

I have a very sweet group of 13-14ish year old girls following me so I just wanted to say a few words about safety and grooming really quickly because I’ve been (hopefully needlessly) stressed about this and it’s sometimes more subtle than like. Asking for nudes

• Adults you meet online should not be talking to you about sex. Full stop. This includes smut, their sex life, your sex life, and “educating” you about sex. If an adult is talking to you about sex in ANY context, BLOCK THEM. Once again, THIS INCLUDES FANDOM SHIT. That is still inappropriate.

If you’re curious about sex, which is Totally normal, you can ask a trusted adult or mentor figure you know IN REAL LIFE, and if you don’t have one, there are lots of very straightforward and strictly educational resources at Planned Parenthood’s website and

• As much as I value younger girls as people (this is not a dig at y’all ❤️), it is weird to be an adult and be CLOSE friends with a young teenager. Even if you don’t perceive your interactions as inappropriate, it’s weird.

This is not because you’re not interesting or fun, but because adults really have nothing in common emotionally with eighth graders, and ALL of us know that. Every single one of us. An adult has nothing to gain from confiding in a person in a middle school. If a grown man or woman is telling you their deepest, darkest secrets, messaging you about their problems on a regular basis, or asking you to confide in them, that is a red flag. Block them.

• If an adult is complimenting you on your appearance in any way that you would not compliment an 8-year-old, BLOCK THEM. It’s completely not appropriate for an adult to tell you that you look hot, your makeup is sexy, etc. That’s fucking weird.

• If they talk about how mature you are for your age, BLOCK THEM. You might very well be mature for your age, but you’re not mature enough to change the fact that you’re in a completely different life stage than a grown adult.

(This applies to the 12-14 crowd—not telling you to block your 18 y/o friends if you’re 16 haha)

"I don't think I could have the relationship with you that you have with me," she said. She was very casual about it, and I was immediately on the defensive.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

She put the book she'd been reading down. "It's just, the way you've described it, and the vibe that I get, I don't think I could do it how you do it."

"I still don't know what that means," I said.

"You're always doing this like ... micro calculation thing," she said. "You weigh your words. You try to time things. You have never once called me up while I was at work, or asked me for something when it was inconvenient for me, and you check and double check that you're not being a nuisance."

"And ... that's bad?" I asked.

"No, I love that about you," she said. "It's very kind and considerate. I know that if I tell you I'm not in the mood to hang out, you'll apologize and not push it. If you suggest that we get pizza and I say I'd rather have Korean BBQ, you fold instantly and we get Korean BBQ. I like that. I get the things I want. But it seems like an exhausting way to deal with people."

"I want you to be happy," I said with a small voice.

"I am happy," she replied. "You're great. You remember when we first got together I was like 'hey, look, if you want pizza, we can get pizza, it's just not what I'm in the mood for', and you kept insisting that you didn't care, that you would rather have me follow my needs? And I just thought, 'you know, maybe I should just trust that's what they actually feel'. And it is, as far as I can tell. There's not some secret part of you that wants me to break your way."

"You think I'm ... a simpering coward?" I asked. Even as I said it, it felt too accusatory, the wrong thing to say in the situation.

"Whoa, no, not at all," she laughed. "I think you do all that stuff because ... I don't know, you want to? Because otherwise why would you do it? It's how you are with every aspect of your life, you're a tryhard. I mean you said to me that you wanted to reclaim the term. Your relationship with me is that you're a tryhard (affectionate)."

"And you're ... not?" I asked.

"I'm not that way with anyone," she replied. "You know why I hang out with you so much? It's 'cause I like you. Most days, I am very much in the mood for you, and if you ask for a meetup, I'll say yes, and if you don't ask for one, then I'll ask you first. And for you ..."

"What?" I asked.

"It's like ... you're keeping track," she said. "You want to make sure that you're not sending me more messages than I'm sending you. You're balancing social micro stuff that I don't pay attention to. You're consciously monitoring how much each of us has said and making sure it's the right number of words or whatever."

"It's really not about the number of words," I replied. "It's more ... making sure that social and emotional labor is equitable, that there's a good rhythm to the conversation. I don't think you'd get good results by tracking word count."

"But see, I don't do any of that," she said. "I talk because I feel like talking. I listen when you need to vent because I like you and it feels good to give you an outlet. I mean you are undoubtedly putting in a bunch of work, and for me, there's no work. That's all I meant, really."

"You've thought about it," I said.

"Oh, I'm just reading this book, and there are two characters like us in it, and I was like 'yes, exactly', and then 'that would not work for me'." She shrugged.

"And if I stopped 'putting in the work'?" I asked. "Would we still be ... friends?"

"See, I don't know," she said. "Because that's never who you've been. You're asking me if I would still be friends with you if you changed your personality and how we interact with each other. Maybe? Probably? Who knows? Maybe we'd be better friends somehow. Maybe we're just two basically compatible people, and every time you've ever worried about anything it would actually have been completely fine."

"Or maybe it's load-bearing," I said.

"Maybe!" she replied with a smile that slowly faded. "You okay?"

"I'm thinking," I said. I didn't know if I could verbalize what I was thinking in a way that would be palatable.

"Do you not like being this way with me?" she asked. "Because I have never asked you to. I've made my preferences known, but if you've been bending yourself into knots and feeling a burden, then ..."

"No," I said, because I knew it was what she wanted to hear. "No, I like the way things are between us."

"Good," she smiled. "I do too."

How did my brain miss that Tian secretly suggested Truth or Dare knowing that they would immediately pounce on the new kid to play with them in hopes of Wang getting new friends here knowing that he was lonely from Wang's conversation with his mom.

Like I said before, I love the idea of customizing fairytale characters. Like, there are many pinocchios and tinkerbells, all pretty much great.

Now, it's my turn /j

These are the three little pigs. As you can see, their names are Tommy, Timmy, and Tammy.

{Left to right}

Tommy is a pretty lazy pig, as the middle child, who tries to find the easy way all the time, whether it's a safe choice or not. He doesn't care for seriousness, unless it's the safety of his siblings.

Timmy is the youngest one. He's a bit more of a hard worker than Tommy, but he's isn't that strong [at least he tries]. He sometimes gets distracted easily and forgets his previous tasks.

Tammy is the oldest and hardest working child. She likes reading textbooks and studying blueprints for fun. She's really smart, but unlike "Know-it-all's" like Sheldon Cooper, she doesn't rub it in their faces. She just nudges them to work a little harder.