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sargents · 4 years
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@sixofcrowsnet hunger games: zoya nazyalensky for @ravencycle
zoya of the lost city. zoya of the garden. zoya bleeding in the snow. you are strong enough to survive the fall.
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salcilia · 4 years
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‘“... my full name is... henry george edward james fox-mountchristen windsor.”
alex gapes up at the ceiling. “oh... my god.”
“truly.”’
—red, white & royal blue // happy birthday @claremcntdiaz
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kjyd · 4 years
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@sixofcrowsnet advent calendar: day 1
         ➟ kaz brekker, the magician
a good magician wasn’t much different from a proper thief.
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slicingshot · 4 years
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ALED LAST: PHOENIX
listen here: x (tw: child abuse, child death)
aled is from @chronicintrovert’s radio silence and heartstopper.
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henessy · 5 years
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— @booksociety’s lgbt+ pride event 
✧ RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE ✧ i thought, this is the most incredible thing i have ever seen, and i had better keep it a safe distance away from me. i thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.
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currypuff · 5 years
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top literature ships ( 4/15 ):
   ↳ Remus Lupin/Sirius Black 
Lupin was lowering his wand, gazing fixedly at Black.
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at-saeyounq · 5 years
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some hedric headcanons because i thought about it and now i'm emo
after they both make it out of the triward tournament alive, harry and cedric seem to understand each other in a somewhat "intimate" way.
i say "intimate" because there isn't anything romantic straight off the bat; they're too traumatised to even think about romance, but once you share a near-death experience with someone, you tend to understand them in a way no one else can.
which is why harry finds himself seeking cedric's comfort a lot over the months leading up to christmas.
cedric, too, gravitates towards harry, though he tries to keep his distance, thinking that the younger boy would need his space.
what he doesn't know is that harry needs his presence. at a time when being alone isn't an option, and being around ron and hermione and neville and everyone else makes him feel different, harry needs someone who can understand his pain.
and so harry finds cedric outside a week or so after the third task, sitting beneath a tree, a book open in front of him.
he approaches slowly, hesitantly, a shyness about him.
cedric smiles weakly when he notices, offering a quiet, "hi."
harry returns his smile, asking, "can i sit?"
cedric closes his book, and harry sits himself down, not brave enough to look the other boy in his eyes.
"i..." harry doesn't know what he came to say, or if he came to say anything at all.
they sit in silence for a while, watching the world pass by in front of them.
finally, cedric breaks the moment. "funny, isn't it?" he says, though his voice conveys no amusement. "the world goes on even when we're stuck in this endless loop of whatever hell we went through back there."
harry sighs, leaning his head back on the bark of the tree. "it does have some form of irony behind it, yeah. i try not to think about it though. it messes with you."
cedric chuckles darkly, bringing his knees up to his chest. "i suppose i've never had to think about it like that before. but i guess you're used to it."
it's not a question, and harry eyes cedric, frowning. "it helps, i guess. i'm not sane enough for this to shake me up too bad."
cedric meets harry's eyes, and for a second there's a wave of uncertainty between them. "i can't sleep at night," he mumbles, looking down at his knees. "it's too hard to shut out the feelings."
harry's hand shakes as he reaches out to touch cedric's arm. "i know." he sighs. "sometimes the only thing that helps me forget the way they made me feel is forcing myself to feel it."
cedric looks down at his hands. "i don't know when i'll stop seeing wormtail and green light flying at me."
it breaks harry's heart to hear this, and he wishes he could do something, anything to lighten cedric's burden.
it’s then that he decides that he’ll do anything to help this broken soul beside him recover from the monsters in his brain.
after all, he knows all too well what it’s like to feel as though there’s no-one out there who gets it. he knows the pain that comes from being alone.
he’s determined not to make cedric feel that ever. 
and so harry potter looks at cedric diggory, softens his expression, and shifts his hand to entwine it with cedric’s in a silent, subtle gesture of newfound companionship and solidarity.
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catlaila · 5 years
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hello darlings! i’ve been very excited to do this and especially happy because y’all. i just hit freakin 2k. which is unimaginably wild and i’m so thankful to each and everyone one of you for joining me on this bumpy ride. it’s been a crazy time that i’ve been on this site but u all make it worth it, so this is for you, my wonderful, wonderful followers. i love you all <3
rules
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reblog this post (this is optional but i would really really Really appreciate it if you did)
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vote for top five characters
vote for top five books/series
five votes maximum for each poll
the voting period will end by august 18th
once the voting period is over, i will be posting edits for the top five chosen in each category
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highladyoftomes · 5 years
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@bibliophilesnet mission 7: alternate book covers
tower of dawn by sarah j. maas
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enchantixs · 5 years
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magical.
they're magical.
she's a soft fairytale magic and
he's a loud firework magic
but there're the boys that are soft magic and
the girls that are loud magic
and people who are somehow a mixture of both and i love them all i love all types of magic
the soft dainty magic and the loud bold magic and every magic in between because
your magic is your own and your magic is special and you are special and your magic makes me happy
whether you are softly magical or loudly magical or somewhere between the two
you are magical and i
love
you.
—magic ✨, a.l.
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sargents · 4 years
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NINA ZENIK for @tdeckers 
welcome to socnet!
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salcilia · 4 years
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blue looked promptly judgmental, which was about two ticks off from her ordinary expression.
↳ blog revival moodboards: (paint themed) blue sargent for @dykeacademias
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kjyd · 5 years
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@ravencyclenetwork​ search: typography
can you believe i’m only alive because noah died? what a fine sacrifice that was, what a fine contribution to the world i am.
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henessy · 5 years
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@osemanversenet event five ✧ . * — books
S O L I T A I R E  ✧  “i really don’t have anything interesting to say.” “you always have interesting things to say. you just don’t say them.”
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currypuff · 5 years
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top literature crews ( 2/5 ): ↳ T H E D R E G S They don’t know who we are. Not really. They don’t know what we’ve done, what we’ve managed together. So let’s go show them they picked the wrong damn fight.
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at-saeyounq · 5 years
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Title: The Laundry (Or the Art of Being Perfect)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cedric x Harry
Words: 570
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The sun shines through the crack in the curtains and Cedric blinks his eyes open, squinting as he adjusts to the morning brightness. He surveys the room, frowning when he notices the empty space beside him.
He thinks for a moment, trying to figure out where Harry would be, and if there’s something he should be up for too. His questions are answered when his husband enters the bedroom, fully dressed in a navy sweater and jeans.
“Going anywhere, darling?” he asks slowly, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Not yet,” says Harry from his place by the laundry basket at the foot of the bed. “Got some stuff to do before I go babysit Teddy.”
“Ah.” Cedric sits up and dangles his legs over the edge of the bed.
Harry looks up at him with a t-shirt in his hands, folding swiftly as he speaks. “You can go back to sleep, my love. It’s kind of early for a Saturday.”
Cedric shakes his head, smiling. He crawls over to the edge of the bed, placing his hand over Harry’s, stopping his movements.
“Why would I do that,” he murmurs, tilting his head up to peck Harry’s lips, “when I could be with you for longer?” His other hand trails up Harry’s arm, resting at the back of his neck.
Harry stands still for a few seconds, fazed. Then he blinks, and takes a step back, smirking.
“Stop looking at me like that or I’ll have no choice but to take you back to bed,” he says, his eyes twinkling.
Cedric pulls back and winks. “Won't you?”
Harry fights a laugh as he reaches around into the basket again, picking up the next item of clothing. “If you're going to continue being lewd, Mr Diggory, maybe you can do it after you help me finish the laundry?”
Cedric chuckles, and he does his best to hide his reddening cheeks. He gets up off the bed, and pulls on his t-shirt from the chair. He takes a breath and turns to Harry, holding out his hand. “As you wish.”
Instead of handing Cedric something from the basket (which was what he thought would happen), Harry puts his hand in Cedric’s and pulls him to his chest, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
“I love you,” he sighs. “I love you so much.”
Cedric tightens his arms around his husband, kissing the top of his head. “I love you too, my darling.” He feels his heart beat fast against Harry’s chest and sighs contentedly.
They stand holding each other for quite some time, only moving when Harry mumbles, “We should probably get this finished up if I wanna be at Andy’s on time.” He untangles himself from Cedric’s embrace, turning to face the job at hand.
Cedric reaches into the basket too, asking, “Where’s she off to?”
“I think she's going to visit her sister for a few hours.” Silence passes for a few seconds before Harry says again, “Tell you what, why don't I see if I can bring Teddy back here and we can take him out for ice cream?”
“Sounds like a plan, captain.”
Harry smiles at him, and they finish the laundry in comfortable silence.
It’s at times like these when Cedric wishes for nothing more. He’s happy, carefree, and loved, and he knows that he’s doing better than he ever was.
They both are.
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