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keurimi · 5 days

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the thing is, ryan & shane & especially tesla-owning gold steak-eating caviar worshipping steven are not the starving artists that you’re pushing the narrative towards. there are videos out there (specifically moistcritikal’s) who crunched the estimated numbers down. they ARE getting paid; it’s impossible that they’re not. they have 10k+ members on patreon, they went on live tours around the US, they’re sponsored by a fuck ton of companies in their videos, they have ads in their vids & they are partners with youtube, and their vids are monetized.

the problem here is that they can’t manage their production costs. and now they’re turning to their mostly broke college student of an audience (like me) to give them money to support whatever “creative endeavors” they plan on doing (which is, in hindsight, unnecessary given that most fans subscribed because of their personalities and not over-edited netflix crap).

also, six dollars isn’t exactly affordable – if your white american ass can think outside the box for a minute. a lot of watcher’s fans aren’t from the US. take me for example, i live in the philippines. six dollars is around 344 pesos, that’s like two-three days worth of allowance for me (and i’m middle class; i know people with much lower allowance than that who go to school with me). how about those in the lower part of the pyramid? how much money do they make? and how much are they reliant on free content on youtube for entertainment?

all i’m seeing here is errors in budgeting. ya’ll done fucked up & you’re scrambling to your fans to support whatever tv-level ass of a series you wanna make (this is YOUTUBE, go get a fucking license or something if you want to make a TV show!).

watcher is done. greed isn’t gonna take your husband’s company far. no amount of defending their actions will. everyone in that company and all adjacents are tone-deaf to the real reason why subscribers are upset, and it seems there’s no waking you up from that. after all, you and your husband and his company live in a los angeles white trash bubble who is blissfully unaware of their fans’ living conditions.

good fucking luck to watcher.

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#watcher #americans never fail to piss me off #at the end of the day yall are still american capitalists

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keurimi · 6 days

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OF HEXES AND LOVE POTIONS: chapter one

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if mark lee hated professor flitwick for always singling him out during class, then he definitely loathed him now.

mark was, admittedly, not the brightest student in hogwarts. if he were, then the sorting hat should’ve placed him with the brainy kids – the ravenclaws. but he wasn’t. he was just a regular lad in hufflepuff. embarrassingly, he was failing charms. he had barely passed the first two years (note: barely), but with every spell becoming more and more complicated, his skills needed to be at least average. furthermore, he had expressed to his parents of his dream of becoming an auror, basically someone who protects the wizarding world. it was a must for him to pass the most of basic of subjects which is charms.

he really wasn’t expecting much when flitwick called him to his office. he guessed that the goblin might’ve wanted to give him a proper scolding to motivate him to study (which would’ve been unfair because he really was trying), or another one of his “charms for dummies!” spell books for him to read. what he wasn’t expecting, though, was a first-year slytherin student sat in front of flitwick, not even giving him a glance.

flitwick ushered for mark to sit down, to which he obliged. “this, boy, is y/n from the slytherin house. she is undoubtedly one of the best witches of her year.” mark saw you sat up as flitwick complimented you.

“she’s very proficient in first year spells that i actually taught her the second-year ones, to which she has shown proficiency in as well. and alas, as i taught her the third-year spells, the results were all the same. she is ahead of her cohorts, this girl.” flitwick continued.

mark felt his eye twitch. was this goblin really just looking for an audience to praise some first-year? and picked his worst student at that? he held himself back from saying some . . unbecoming words that could get him into detention. his silence urged flitwick to continue speaking.

“due to her outstanding performance in charms, she will be tutoring you for the rest of the term.”

“what?!” you and mark both exclaimed.

“sir, i appreciate the compliments and your trust in my skills –” mark barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes at your words. “but i cannot possibly have the time to tutor someone, someone who is supposed to be more advanced than i am!”

“and sir, i am aware of my performance in class, but really, asking a first-year to do this? my pride is hurt, sir!” mark almost yelled, much to flitwick’s dismay.

“silence, lee.” flitwick glared at mark, shutting him up. “y/n is the perfect candidate to be your tutor, as i’ve realized you require more than one educator for you to improve.” the goblin sighed. “she is a first year, with no extracurriculars yet and with a much lighter workload. you tutoring lee, miss y/n, will not affect your grades in any way shape or form.”

you opened your mouth to retort, but before you could do so, flitwick spoke once more. “could you help a goblin out, miss y/n? the last thing i want is failing a student, it’s such a hassle for me to handle the paperwork. i’m getting old, and stress is catching up with me.”

you paused for a bit, sparing the 3rd year who was slumping and pouting on his chair a glance, and sighed in defeat. “fine, i’ll do it.”

mark, in his thirteen years of being alive, had never absolutely felt the word embarrassment right to his core, not until now.

it wasn’t much of a surprise that his group of friends were suddenly informed of his. . academic situation with a first-year slytherin. gossip travels quickly in hogwarts, that he knows as much. it was also just to his luck that you were an acquaintance of jisung’s, and jisung isn’t exactly well-known for keeping secrets. he eventually spilled the beans to chenle, who was always hanging out with jeno, and jeno seemed to favor jaemin’s company so naturally, jaemin found out as well. jaemin shared a dorm room with haechan, who was another loud mouth that kept hovering around renjun, and eventually, the news reached renjun, who had way too many friends in the ravenclaw house for mark’s liking, and they found out about it too.

eventually, the entire castle found out that a thirteen-year-old’s tutor was an eleven-year-old. definitely nothing weird about that.

for the following weeks, mark had to live through snickers and stares as he walks down the castle’s hallways. the attention got even worse whenever students would spot him with you on school grounds.

and speaking of you, well, mark thought you were a brat.

it was never a good idea for a child to teach another child (“like the blind leading the blind”, haechan had once quipped). you were temperamental, stoic, and strict at the same time. you got mad quite easily and always raised your voice whenever you felt the slightest frustration (which would only escalate since mark loves pressing your buttons). he found your pursed lips, furrowed eyebrows, and huffing whenever mark makes a mistake amusing, that was until you decided to punish him with a light hex if he ever made you mad.

the tutoring hours were long, too. after class, he’d take a quick bite at the great hall and spend almost four hours with someone he deemed a variant of an angry goblin. those sessions were extra hellish when his friends would sit and watch.

tldr, mark was just exhausted. he was tired of seeing you, his friends’ teasings, the looks on everyone’s faces, and flitwick’s expectations of him.

he let out a long sigh, catching your attention.

“you know, we’d finish much earlier if you were doing it right.” you mumbled grumpily.

“i’m trying, okay?” mark replied through gritted teeth. today, you had decided to teach him about the tickling spell, rictusempra, by making him apply it to a beetle. “i don’t think beetles can even feel this spell.”

“well, it’d probably react.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“probably?”

“oh, just do it!”

the next day, mark lee felt tired.

it felt like he exhausted all of his strength trying to conduct the spell correctly onto an animal that he’s almost a hundred percent sure cannot be tickled. he kept muttering the words ‘rictusempra’ over and over again, making sure his wand was facing the direction of the beetle (he can also clearly hear you scold him for waving his wand willy-nilly).

mark, who was hunched over the table in the great hall, felt a light tap on his shoulder. he looked up and saw his friends grinning. “need some company?”

“if you’re just gonna piss me off, then no. i don’t need company.” mark groaned.

haechan cooed and sat beside him, the other boys following suit. “aw c’mon, it’s probably not that bad.”

“yeah, for you.”

jaemin slid a plate of food in front of mark. “hey, it’s best if you get some grub. you’re probably stressed out enough.”

mark sniffled and snuggled jaemin’s arm. “aw man, you’re literally my best friend!” which resulted into haechan whining and the others rolling their eyes.

mark went back to his charms textbook and the spell he’s been practicing for almost a day now as the guys continued their own conversations. “rictusempra!” mark whispered, waving his wand mindlessly as he chewed on his bread, re-reading his charms notes.

his attention was averted to the sudden piercing scream, no, it was a laugh – from the slytherin table.

the laugh felt too familiar, and it sent chills down mark’s spine.

he tried to look for the source of the sound. his wavering gaze fell on your wriggling figure on top of the table in front of him, you were laughing, crying, screaming uncontrollably. he froze when your eyes met his. oh, fuck, was all he could think about.

“mark lee – HAHAHAHA – you frigging – HAHAHAHA bastard! HAHAHAHA!”

he saw haechan and jaemin run towards your figure, with slight panic and amusement painted on their faces at the same time. chenle gripped mark’s shoulder and watched as haechan, with jaemin trudging along, struggled to carry you out of the great hall. “dude, you’re fucked.

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a/n: after so long! i’m so sorry for the delay guys! i’m a graduating university student so things got out of hand kinda quick; but i managed to pull through! thanks to everyone who waited & thanks to everyone who congratulated me in getting into med school lol I LOVE U ALL SMSMSM!

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keurimi · 11 days

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HELLOOO im so sorry! chapter one will be up on friday! (pls give me the strength to finish my thesis too bc i am currently gripping the walls) 😭 thank u guys so so SO much for ur patience 🥹

heyyyy slight delay on the posting of the first chapter of my new fic of hexes & love potions!

my draft for my thesis manuscript is due this week & i have to finish that first lmao

alsooo everyone who requested to be on the taglist was noted! if you haven’t checked out my fic yet (the prologue is up!) & if you’re interested in being on the taglist just hmu thru my asks or dms!!

#nct dream x reader #nct dream scenarios #nct dream blurbs #jeno x reader #park jisung #lee jeno #nct dream angst #park jisung fluff #park jisung headcanons #jeno angst #jeno headcanons #jeno imagines #mark lee angst

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keurimi · 16 days

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heyyyy slight delay on the posting of the first chapter of my new fic of hexes & love potions!

my draft for my thesis manuscript is due this week & i have to finish that first lmao

#nct dream #nct #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #mark lee x reader #jeno fluff #mark lee #nct dream scenarios

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keurimi · 18 days

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no bc why the fuck do i have the biggest fattest crush on daniel radcliffe rn.

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keurimi · 23 days

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of hexes & love potions – nct dream hogwarts!au

synopsis: you are the brightest witch of your generation, yet you accidentally got hexed by an average hufflepuff student who was just reviewing for his charms finals. he’s been head over heels for you since. or maybe it was just fear. who knows.

characters: slytherin!reader (fem) x hufflepuff!mark lee

other characters: ravenclaw!renjun, gryffindor!jeno and chenle, slytherin!haechan and jaemin, & hufflepuff!jisung

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“rictusempra!” mark whispered, waving his wand mindlessly as he chewed on his bread, re-reading his charms notes.

his attention was averted to the sudden piercing scream, no, it was a laugh – from the slytherin table.

his wavering gaze fell on your wriggling figure on top of the table, you were laughing, crying, screaming uncontrollably. he froze when your eyes met his. oh, fuck, was all he could think about.

“mark lee – HAHAHAHA – you frigging – HAHAHAHA bastard! HAHAHAHA!”

chenle gripped mark’s shoulder and watched as haechan, with jaemin trudging along, struggled to carry you out of the great hall. “dude, you’re fucked.”

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prologue > 1st year > 2nd year > more to come!

a/n: i got into med school, & i re-watched harry potter as a treat for myself. i can’t help but imagine the dreamies as hogwarts students – they’d probably wreak havoc, especially haechan idk. anyway, it’s been almost a year since i last posted! so here’s a treat for everyone :)

drop by my asks if u wanna be part of my taglist for this series! updates will be done on sunday every week, 11:30pm, philippine standard time!

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keurimi · 23 days

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OF HEXES AND LOVE POTIONS: prologue

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the moment your hogwarts acceptance letter came in the mail, your parents could not hide their excitement. your father was a wizard, and your mother was a muggle-born. while the latter could not really grasp the concept of magic and its existence, she was more than happy to be able to send you to an expensive boarding school.

“i have high expectations for you,” your father had said. he claimed he was one of the smart ones, one of the great wizards of his generation. you think he’s spewing bullshit. he was a hufflepuff, he claimed. “as long as it’s not slytherin,” you remember him saying. whatever that meant.

you’ve been bullied your whole life for being weird, and now you have letters flying about and the adults in your life claiming you are weird, but because you’re a witch. you’re magic.

it almost seemed like a joke. you grew tough and possibly devoid of any feelings anymore because of all the name-calling, the rabid bullying, the times your friends called you a freak because you can make sticks fly, the times you got hit by small stones because a classmate saw you move a pencil without touching it. your childhood was a mess because you were weird, and no one could explain why.

and now they finally have an explanation for all of it. how convenient, you had thought.

how you arrived in hogwarts also seemed like a joke. platform 9 and 3/4, the messy, surreal atmosphere of diagon alley, you getting your first wand, and someone from the train offering you a chocolate frog (that moves, to your shock), everything seemed like a dream.

that was, until, you stood face-to-face with hogwarts itself.

you’ve seen castles in tv before, but nothing like this. the whiplash of emotions – shock, fascination, fear, excitement – was too much for your eleven-year-old brain to fathom and distinguish. you mindlessly followed your batchmates and the booming voices of the older students into what they called the “great hall”.

as you were briskly walking, trying to catch up with the other kids, another student accidentally bumped into you, falling on the floor face down. he let out a pained grunt and was beet red from the snickers he was hearing from the others. you reached out your hand, helping him up, and muttering an apology.

“no, sorry for bumping into you.” he breathed out. “i’m not too good in crowds.”

“oh,” you replied. “it’s fine. do you want to let them pass first? i’m fine with being on the back of the line.”

he let out a shaky breath as he dusted himself off. he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “that would be nice. i’m jisung, by the way.” he let out his hand.

“y/n.” you replied, reciprocating his gesture and shook his hand. the two of you exchanged pleasantries, walking much slower than the rest.

the moment you and jisung stepped into the great hall, you were both greeted by a bunch of rowdy boys who surrounded jisung, playfully smacking him. “you’re here, ‘sung! where’s chenle?” the one in the blue necktie basically yelled.

as if on cue, the “chenle” dude walked towards you, jisung, and the other boys, greeting and waving happily. you vaguely heard some loud phrases being exchanged, such as “we’re finally together!” and “i can’t wait!”, as they put their arms around each other and laughing.

you, on the other hand, couldn’t care less.

you noticed a more interesting event happening before your eyes – the sorting hat ceremony, as you’ve heard from the whispers around you. you’ve heard things from your father, too. he never failed to mention how good of a house hufflepuff was, how he hated slytherins, how gryffindors were always favored by the headmaster, and how annoyingly stellar ravenclaws were during exam season.

(he probably didn’t want to tell you outright, but your father might just be hoping for you to get into hufflepuff).

you were mindlessly watching as the other first-years got sorted into their own houses. somewhere along the line, you found chenle and jisung standing right behind you. you turned around, trying to look for some clarification as to what is happening in front of you.

“hey, what do the houses mean?”

jisung and chenle halted their conversation, looking at you with shock on your faces. “you don’t know?”

you shook your head. “i wouldn’t be asking if i knew, right?”

jisung cleared his throat. “uh, yeah, right.”

he proceeded to explain to you what the sorting hat ceremony was – it was to group you into the house where you belonged, based on your personality. gryffindors were generally brave and courageous, ravenclaws were knowledgeable and curious, hufflepuffs valued loyalty and hard work, whereas slytherins are cunning, ambitious, and resourceful.

“but we usually get sorted into where our parents and ancestors were sorted before.” chenle chimed in. “i’m guessing you were raised as a muggle?”

“a muggle?” you questioned.

“you know, a regular human with no magic at all. you lived in the muggle world?” you just nodded in response.

your conversation was interrupted by the old woman professor (who introduced herself as mcgonagall) called chenle’s name. moments later, the sorting hat screamed “gryffindor!” and the ones with the red and yellow neckties cheered loudly.

jisung was up next. he looked way too nervous, you almost pitied him. you pat his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “hey, you’ll be fine. it’s just a hat.”

he shakily laughed. “haha, just a hat, right. my dad will kill me if i don’t get into hufflepuff.” his steps were heavy as he approached the wrinkled hat. you can almost hear himself praying to get into hufflepuff. in some odd way, he reminded you of your proud hufflepuff father.

you cheered as the sorting hat yelled “hufflepuff”. at least jisung can probably sleep in peace now.

you were called next. you see jisung and chenle from your peripheral vision, gesturing a thumbs up for good luck. not that you needed it, really. it was just a hat. it was just a house.

as long as it’s not slytherin. your father’s word bellowed in your mind.

the hat was placed on top of your head. you can hear its muttering – ‘a half-blood, with a hufflepuff father. yet you’re so unlike him. you take risks, yet you are calculated. you’re intelligent, but with no care for acquiring knowledge. you have never experienced your father’s plights, as your gifts are miles ahead from your ancestors.’

whatever that means, you thought.

‘but i sense greatness in you. greatness that can only be polished in the house of slytherin.’

my father will kill me.

you can hear the sorting hat laugh, deeming your words as a joke.

‘it seems to me, you are not afraid of your father. i will put you in hufflepuff, if you so desire.’

you paused for a moment and looked around. you met jisung’s gaze, and you contemplated your father’s words. he’d probably be over the moon if you were in hufflepuff – plus jisung seemed like a good friend. you looked at the slytherin table, where the atmosphere seemed cold. most of them were blank-faced, with slicked back hair. if they went to a muggle school, they’d probably be the rich arrogant kids who thought the world revolved around them. the gryffindor kids seemed to be too loud, whereas the ravenclaws looked a bit too nerdy for your liking.

furthermore, the hufflepuff warmth blinded you. you craved something new.

you took a quick glance at the slytherin table once more.

i’ll manage in slytherin, you thought.

“then slytherin it is!” the sorting hat bellowed.

sorry, dad.

the rest of the night was a blur. the feast was grand, you swore you saw like 30 whole roasted chickens in the slytherin table alone. some other first-year girls tried to strike up a conversation with you, yet the moment they found out you were a “half-blood”, with a muggle mom and a hufflepuff dad with a muggle job, they scrunched their noses in disgust and didn’t say another word.

judgy much?

(you couldn’t blame them, though. you chose slytherin based on your judgments of the students from the other houses – it just seemed like you’d found your people).

“don’t mind them. they think they’re the shit just because they’re pure-bloods.” the guy sitting in front of you suddenly spoke, eating a drumstick without a care in the world.

“pure-bloods?” you questioned.

“ya know, those with magical parents. slytherins are known to be prejudiced to half-bloods and muggle-borns, you see.”

“oh. too bad then.” you shrugged.

he gave a hearty laugh in response, earning looks from the other nearby students. “you don’t seem to care.”

“because i don’t.” and because it wasn’t your first time being left out. it almost felt like home.

“i like you!” he basically shouted, again, earning dirty looks from the others beside him. “i’m haechan, a second-year student. pleasure to meet you!”

“y/n. it’s my pleasure too.” you gave a curt nod.

haechan placed the drumstick back on his plate and fixed his gaze on you. “you seem interesting, y/n. maybe that’s why our jisungie has taken a liking for you.” haechan wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to wince (he looked pretty disgusting doing that, honestly).

“ah, you’re friends with jisung.” you replied.

“yup! me and this old fella here,” he grinned and placed his arm over the silver-haired boy beside him. “this is jaemin! also a second-year student. hey, jaem, say hi to our new muse~”

jaemin didn’t pay attention to haechan’s words, but was polite enough to acknowledge your presence.

haechan was talkative, almost very unlike other slytherins based on your observations so far. he talked about his family, how his father got one of the most prestigious positions in the ministry of magic, how he got gifted a dragon for his eighth birthday, and the like.

he bragged a lot, but he didn’t seem to be an asshole.

“how about you? what do your parents do for a living? how’s life in the muggle world? oh heck i gotta visit sometime-“

his rambling was interrupted by the head boys of each house instructing everyone to finish up and go straight to the dorms. you weren’t able to spare another glance at haechan and jaemin anymore. to be fair, you just wanted to see what the dorms looked like and get some rest.

as you lay in your bed, your things half-unpacked, your mind replayed the events of today. once the news gets out to your father that you now bleed green, he’ll probably be incredibly upset. you internally remind yourself to send a letter of apology.

your eyes close, finally getting some well-deserved rest from the chaos and information this new world had brought you. maybe tomorrow, you’ll understand a bit more about the wizarding world.

but you still don’t know if you’re dreaming or not, so who knows if tomorrow exists.

a/n: this is such a long fucking prologue LMAO but i got excited with the world-building & establishing y/n’s personality. no mark lee yet sorry abt that! and yes i do believe that mark lee is a hufflepuff do not fight me on this

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