#this is beautiful
Sesshomaru and Inuyasha in Onmyoji game art
WAKE WITH THE SPARROWS —
harry/hermione, professor, head girl hermione
chapter three teaserThey meet again at a funeral.
Hermione is running from Old Sluggy - and he really is getting old now - Harry is, shockingly, trying to find him.
It’s as though someone has pulled these two seconds that their heels skid and their breaths falter, pulled these two infinitesimal seconds and stretched it out into an eternity that he’ll spend thinking about later.
The sun shines, the chatter carries in the wind.
It doesn’t feel right, he thinks, to feel this perverse elation on the day Professor Dumbledore is to be buried, but as the old man liked to say, Fihi ma fihi.
She looks back, and then at him, says, “Hello, Professor Potter,” and the wind carries the occasion back to him.
“I like summer light on you,” he blurts as he hastily puts out his cheroot.
Well.
At a funeral, no less.
Her blush is followed by a scowl of disapproval.
He should feel terrible about it, and he does. Mostly. But hasn’t felt wicked in such a long time - since before the prophecy, since before the war, - since he was a child - that for a moment, he feels oddly free.
A note from Lucy: so while this isn’t a “IM BACK FROM THE DEAD PEOPLE LISTEN UP BECAUSE BOY DO I HAVE A LOT OF STORIES TO TELL”, it’s much more rather “a peace offering from the writing gods”. However, that’s not to say I don’t have more on the way. On currently writing for another fandom at the moment. I’ve got an outer banks fanfiction out called Transient that is love for you all to read. It’s over on my AO3 and the account is called mild_kleptomaniac. That it for now. Hopefully, I’ll have a few more updates sooner rather than later. But I can’t promise much as I’m eating to finish Transient fist. Love you all so much! Thank you for this who have paitienlt waited by my side while I wrote this and many more. This one is a special one for Liz (@codename7). Not for any particular reason other than for her constant support in me and what I love to do.
The Finer Things
Todoroki Shouto x (GN) Reader:
WC: 0.3K
TWs: N/A
Part One,Part Two,Part Three,Part Four, Part Five
It has only just occurred to me why they say ‘inlove’. You are fully submerged and surrounded by your devotion to another. How do you do it? Are you thaumaturgical? Is this that I think it is!
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Humans have a very silly habit of diluting feelings into words. Apparently, it makes it easier to digest. This habit of ours is so easy to slip into that we never recognise spin it ourselves.I believe it is completely ridiculous because feelings aren’t meant to be easy. It’s how we determine what is worth our time and if we want to continue living in those feelings. It’s based on a gut feeling.
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For we are only human in each other’s eyes, I see delight in the littlest of actions and things others deem to be common; Fresh strawberries and white cream laid out on a gingham blanket. Soft silk woven into clothes you drape over arms, shoulders and chest. The natural skipping of a heart that is synchronised to my breath and my breath only. To me, that’s what I want to name bliss.
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Home is not where I am. Home is wherever you may be. Settle your roots into the soft ground and let that earthy musk cover its blanket of green leaves and a summer breeze. You make us at home. No roof can compare to the
shelter you give us every day just by encompassing us with your arms. Let that warmth in your embrace lull us to sleep so we may never wake again unless we can down eternity in this extinct state.
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You and I both know it cannot last forever. But we both find solace in short moments of relaxation. For now it is enough. Though I cannot pretend in false hopes and hold a fragile faith in a false god to wish it not so.
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I’m genuinely crying rn
Enjoying the implication in the new WFA that Clark doesn’t know how to tie a tie in spite of wearing one for work regularly. Clark flies back to Kansas every morning and gets his dad to tie his tie bcos he never learned.
Either that or it’s not a real tie it’s actually a clip on he only starts wearing a proper one again when he marries Lois
#no no he flies back#every morning #grabs a cuppa. says hi to the chickens. gets his tie tied. and goes to work #‘hey clark why do you smell like ozone and fresh hay every morning?’ #‘uhhhh. … new cologne’
Ma Kent: you know you should really teach that boy to tie his own tie, he’s almost thirty
Pa Kent: aw but I like seeing him every morning ):
Ma Kent: so just invite him over for coffee!
Pa Kent: he doesn’t have time for that, he’s a big city boy now ):
Ma Kent: for GOD’S sake jonathan
you are valid. you deserve Kindness and respect. you deserve rest and nourishment. you deserve to be seen and loved and heard. you deserve laughter and delight. you may not always have these things, but you are always, always worthy of them. remember, and try to steer your lifeboat toward them.
In our version of this cursed land Strahd do not fell in love with Tatyana, in our version Patrina is his waifu and Sergey and Tatyana tried to poison her because of politics and cause they’re a liitle bit assholes
So I draw them in the moonlight, because also she has something with elven goddess of the moon :3
(And I have some difficulty with colors in line things, so it might be a lot of mistakes. Just ignore them)Our dm @old-world-bird, check her blog!
So much tenderness in this, I’m about to start crying QwQ
Her miniature hand, their soft gazes, how gently he holds her ohmyfreakinggofgljdghgfkjg (ಥ﹏ಥ)
My favourite part of being DM is receiving all these amazing fanarts from my players ✨ And boi, I’m so happy Strahd/Patrina becomes a thing at least among my players
Before Marie came into her life, Zelda was never a fan of Valentine’s Day. Each year, she begrudgingly purchased candies and little gaudy cards for Sabrina to take to her classmates at her mortal school, and left it at that. There was no reason to be sentimental over a holiday about love, nor to participate in mortal customs that originated with the false church. And then Marie happened, and everything changed.
every tiktok expert: make short fun videos 9-15 seconds long
me: how about a 2-minute spoken word monolog about unlearning trauma responses?
in case no one told you, or in case you know but you need encouragement taking the next step: it’s never too late to unlearn a law that is now holding you back, it’s never too late to write a new law
Donation piece for @plistommy as part of Harringrove For Ukraine
Thank you so much for your help! ❤