Thank You Duolingo

*starts reading Sunrise on the Reaping* *patiently wonders if Bizarrestars will write a version based off this to be Sirius’ games*

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames

'asexuality isn't a real sexuality because it's the lack of sexuality' That's like saying black isn't a real colour.

In relation to lightwaves, black is the lack of colour. But have you noticed that black is still categorised as a colour? 0 colour is a valid category of colour. White is a colour too, despite being all the colours. Just like how pansexuality is a valid sexuality. Also go fuck yourself

remus kinnie canon experiences

feeling like all your friends have much more fun with each other than with you

being relieved at accomplishments rather than feeling a sense of achievement

feeling like you're missing out when you're alone, but when with other people all you want is to be alone

anytime you say a bit too much you feel like you've overshared and should literally keep shut all the time

anytime someone laughs you immediately assume its about you or directed at you

you hate being humiliated in even the tiniest way

hi everyone. does anybody else miss something they can never return to. anyone else being swallowed whole by grief. anyone else clinging to love as a life preserver

— May 22, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

“Cute” probably one of the best things for a proof to be, second only to “elegant”

everyone wants him (pt 1)

in which Harry is obsessed with Y/N but she doesn't want anyone to know about them and for good reason

In this part: popular college football star Harry, fluff, Harry being cute & obsessed w Y/N, no warnings i think!

Inspirations: “Slut!” (Taylor’s Version) [From The Vault] by Taylor Swift, Teenage Dirtbag by @freedomfireflies

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Y/N's textbook disappeared from under her bent over head just as suddenly as she felt her chair being nudged. She gasped, then looked up. And his face in front of her  - it just made sense. Of course it was Harry. She always chose the quietest, most remote place in the library, but he always managed to find her. 

Harry morphed his face into one of fake thoughtfulness as he stared at her textbook. “So, Y/N, true or false? A consistent heuristic is always admissible.”

Y/N groaned. “I would be able to tell you if you would just stop interrupting my studying.” 

He lowered the book and looked right at her. He was still a bit sweaty, which meant he was off doing some football thing. 

“You like when I interrupt your studying,” he said, his grin returning and Y/N felt her own face betray her by breaking into a smile. 

“I do not. I’m seriously going to fail my exams.”

He pulled the chair beside hers and collapsed into it. “You are not. You’re gonna ace the exam.”

“How do you know? Have you seen the paper?” Y/N retorted. 

Harry placed the book back in front of her and rested his chin on his palm. “No, but I’ve seen you. It’s gonna go great.”

Y/N smiled at his compliment. “How was football?”

“Boring. Missed you.” 

“Oh? Did you miss my obnoxiously loud cheering or my incredibly helpful tips on kicking technique?”

Harry chuckled. “You have no idea how it works, do you? No one cheers in practice.”

Y/N shrugged. "Maybe they should. Might help you kick the ball better."

Harry’s mouth tugged at the corner. “Come here,” he said, gentler than before, and reached forward to drag her chair closer to him. He lifted a hand up to her face, carefully cradling her jaw, making her eyes meet his. 

“That’s better,” he said, and leaned forward, lips pressing at the corner of her mouth. 

Y/N smiled, her hands reaching up to rest on his waist. “You really did miss me, huh?”

She felt his breath on her neck. “Always, Y/N.” 

Y/N felt warm and bubbly inside. These days, Harry seemed to get more and more… needy. There was no other word for it. He kept finding her at random moments in the day, he kept saying how much he missed her everytime they weren’t together. She never felt the way she did when she was with Harry. In the two months they’d started this, he’d more than proved to her that he was sincere, but everytime he was even slightly affectionate Y/N felt her defenses go up. His touches and his affection made her incredibly giddy, but it also made her feel guilty. And sad. And terrified. 

Two months ago, when she’d let this wonderful, talented, golden boy kiss her, she’d made him promise no one could find out about them. About her. And at first Harry seemed to understand, he almost agreed. His teammates were assholes, Y/N’s classmates were huge gossips, and she honestly just thought he was too good for her. This is what she’d believed: she was easy and lonely, he was bored and famous. No cared about her, everyone cared about him. 

But she didn’t think that was true anymore. Or at least, most times she didn’t. Harry was wonderful to her. Sometime it almost felt like she was hurting him by not letting him be with her around other people. But she was scared that once they let it out, he would realise what he was actually missing out on, all the other wonderful people he could be spending time with instead of this girl whom he made his entire day revolve around. 

There was a rustle behind them and Y/N suddenly remembered where they were. Who she was. She pulled away suddenly. Her cheeks reddened and she tried to subtly  glanced around. She felt Harry gently squeeze her fingers where they were intertwined with his, and as she turned back to him the look on his face was slightly worried. 

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured, “for being so paranoid. I just - ”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Harry replied. “I understand. It would be absolutely shameful for you to be seen with me.”

Y/N’s jaw fell open, but then she saw the look on Harry’s face, his wide grin, crinkles near his eyes, and she swatted his arm. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” he said, and pulled his chair out to stand. “I need to go shower and then head to class.”

Y/N nodded. “I need to study the shit out of this textbook.”

“Don’t worry your pretty self too much.” He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Y/N nodded and watched him walk away. She couldn’t focus on any studying for a while after he’d left. 

****

At night, his call was unexpected. Y/N was at her table, stress clouding her mind, considering just going to bed and going over the material she was trying to revise in the morning. When her phone rang, she groaned, because the last thing she wanted to do was speak to someone. 

Except the person who’d actually phoned her. Just his name on her phone had improved her mood entirely. 

“Hey,” she said. 

“Y/N,” Harry’s voice came from the other end, slightly grainy due to the terrible service on campus, but she could hear his smile through it. 

“You good?” she asked. 

“Now I am,” he said, and she swore her insides fluttered. “Were you about to sleep?” he asked.

“No, not really.”

“Okay so listen, I was thinking if you’d be up for something.”

Y/N plopped down on her bed. “Okay, I’m listening.”

Harry cleared his throat at the other end. “There’s this game next weekend. It’s here as well, and super important. You probably don’t want to know about the leagues stuff, but if we win we could get into the finals for the next season.”

Y/N felt her heart lurch. She knew where this was going. “Okay, and?”

“And, there is this after party later.”

“Right.”

“Which I would have to attend.”

“Because it would be for the team in which you play, yes.”

“And also because we would win.”

“Oh? How do you know you’ll win?”

“If you will come to the party with me, I’ll win it.”

Y/N was silent. She knew what her answer was gonna be, but she didn’t know how she would make him accept it. 

“Harry…” she started, her voice already lacking conviction. 

“Okay, listen, I know. I know,” Harry scrambled in the aftermath of her reply. “I get it, Y/N. But think about it - it’s gonna be a huge party, no one is really going to care about us. And I really want my friends to know you. My life would be so much simpler if I could talk about you to my friends. Because I always want to fucking talk about you. I feel like I need to keep it in all the time.”

Y/N smiled sadly. She imagined Harry lying on his back with his arms folded beneath his head, phone lying next to him on the pillow. Or on his side, phone clutched in both hands, expectantly waiting for her to say yes. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said. 

He sighed at the other end. “Whatever you’re worried about Y/N, I’m not going to let it happen,”

“I don’t - It’s just  - we both know everyone is gonna be confused seeing us together and I just don’t want to -”

“We don’t even have to be together!” Harry said, excitedly. “I mean, if you just came, we could just stay apart. Can’t promise I’ll be able to, though. But we could sneak around and no one has to see. I would just love it if you came.”

Y/N felt  a little ache in her bones. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I want,” Harry said. 

The entire night Y/N kind of tossed and turned around in her bed. She could never really explain to herself fully why she was so paranoid about them. Y/N felt like she had been stringing Harry along, even though they both knew that wasn’t really true. 

She was just simply scared of a repeat of last year, which she thought was a very valid fear. She never really spoke to anyone about it except her parents. Y/N shuddered at the small flashbacks she got. She wondered if all of Harry’s teammates still remembered. And how had Harry never even known about her? She had become a private joke for them. They way she’d let Jacob treat her… Y/N had sworn to never let it happen again. And now she was putting herself in that exact situation.

****

The next day, she met Harry in the parking lot outside the cafe.

"What are you doing next weekend?" he had a smug grin on his face and Y/N just knew he was not going to take no as an answer. She had to just get through it.

"I have no plans yet. Are you proposing something?"

He turned her away from the side of the cafe and put his arms around her waist, drawing her close.

"What if I am? Will you say yes?"

Y/N's eyebrows raised. "Propose first."

Harry stepped away from her and got down on one knee. Y/N feigned surprise, hands flying up to cover her mouth.

"My darling Y/N, will you make me the happiest man alive and come to the afterparty with me, but kind of not with me, on Saturday? "

Y/N couldn't help but beam down at his honest, beautiful face even as everything inside her still remembered the horrible feelings she had felt.

"Yes, Harry. Yes, I will."

****

omg omg omg my first post ever. i am so excited for pt 2 hopefully i can actually write it soon. i have no idea how to do this but i really wanted to start!

it’s crazy how much you can read if you read