I changed my theme! Hi, guys. On a semi-hiatus. May post the occasional drabble. Still working on all those WIPs. You can still send in prompts, but as always, it might take a while!

if we only die once

green anchor or red waterfall?

Jayne | Major dessert and breakfast person. Ravenclaw, Whovian, Scouting Legion. Hogwarts '78 enthusiast. Lives with thirteen other people in one roof, hence the occasional loss of jeans and sanity. Writes, snaps, sings, writes some more.

WiFi: connected
Me: then fucking act like it

johannathemad:

cries because of college entrance exam tomorrow

charlottemclaggen:

A beautifully done interpretation of the Slytherin dorms.

The pool of water/ceiling light is based on the idea of an aristocratic Roman impluvium/compluvium. Gryffindor has a furnace in the center of the dorm rooms, so it seemed like an nice yin-yang effect as Gryffindor=fire and Slytherin=water. I’m not sure if the compluvium would magically let rainwater (and snow, and hail!?) in from the lake above, or not. I think it should.

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haliawrites:

haliawrites’ multi-fandom fancast meme: existing characters’ younger versions (04+05|11) 

olivia hallinan as lily evans
milo ventimiglia as james potter

medleypond:

The Studio Diaries (Pt. 1) with Paola Bennet 

My lovelies, say hello to the first part of a little series I’ve dubbed the Studio Diaries — rough, informal glances into the love (and labor!) that goes into my original music. I don’t share enough of it, and well… this is why!

Really excited to share a new aspect of my music with you guys. Hope you enjoy, and stay tuned for more in the coming months! xo

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"Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. ‘Course, he shoulda sacked me instead - anyway, got yeh this…"
It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were Aaron Johnson and Karen Gillan

  Harry potter and the Philosophers Stone, Chapter 17- The Man With Two Faces (via thedwarfprince)  

shynii:

DOTTY THE MARAUDERS AU IS GETTING OUT OF HAND kept the nicknames for reasons

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one - two - three

I am used to boys calling me beautiful. When I turned eighteen I knew if there was one thing they want more than my fingers curved and locked at one place, it is my Yes’s to Friday night-outs and pornographic magazines, and dancing, until my shoes dissolve with my feet and they carry me home. I just wonder why I can’t be boring.

Why I can’t be half naked in my knee socks watching marathons because they want me in their beds. It was never really a question whether they loved me or needed me. It’s all the same when we eat dinner and the kettle is boiling with the words unsaid. The dishes will eventually dry on their own and my hands won’t be held until I ask them if my fingers looked lonely between commercial breaks.

For once I wanted to be seen through and not looked at. Unlike the hoarded beauty magazines under my bed I want their hands to removed the cobwebs on my skin so that they can read me. So that even in silence, my words buried under the sheets, my body on its own, will be heard and held until the sun rises.


  Kharla M. Brillo, After a Series of dinner dates, all I wanted was someone to stay for breakfast. (via pouvoires)  
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I’m breaking my bones
to fit into places I’ve
already outgrown.

  Kayla Hollatz, Overgrown [a haiku] (via thetalltwig)  

thejangstories:

tyleroakley:

I couldn’t help but hear all of their voices in my head. Love them.

apalapucian

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As the Seasons Change

thereallz:

This is my submission for the Jily Week prompt “seasons”. You can read it here, if you want to.

Word count: 677

It is autumn of their third year when he first notices her in a different way.

She’s sitting by the lake with her hair down, a few locks on the side clipped back. She’s not wearing her robes or her shoes, and her feet are in the water. But it’s so cold out, he thinks.

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