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bellwood-qudditch · 5 months

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Katie Bell headcanons (2024)

•Has 3 half-siblings, 5 full siblings and 2 step siblings

•Almost sorted into Ravenclaw

•Her full name is Kathryn Adela Marie Bell

•She was born on July 17th, 1979 (making her a cancer)

•Had abandonment issues because of her mother

•When she got cursed by the necklace she never had time to process her trauma at the time because of her NEWTS and the ongoing war

•After the war ended she isolated herself a lot

•When she was in St.Mungos after the necklace incident she didn’t wake up for 6 months

•During her “coma” she kind of had a Meredith Grey beach moment

•Is the godmother to eight children (mostly her nieces and nephews)

•Was an introvert until you go to know her

•Her and Oliver Wood had three kids together: Preston Oliver Wood (2003), Ryan Blake Wood (2006) and Madison Anastasia Wood (2008)

•The couple never officially married because she never wanted to actually have a marriage but they stayed together until they both died

•She became a healer after Hogwarts, not because of her incident but because that’s what she always wanted to be since she was a little girl; she wasn’t gonna let something like that ruin her dreams and ambitions.

•Is a cat person

•Her dad was a professional quidditch player but quit right before she was born due to a drug related scandal

•Grew up calling her parents by their first names because her older siblings did

•She had a huge age gap between all her siblings except for her half sister Emily who she didn’t know existed until she was 10.

•Speaking of, one of her brothers died when she was five

•She never ever had a crush on Oliver Wood until after she graduated.

#katie bell #kathryn bell #harry potter #harry potter series #hp #oliver wood x katie bell #oliver wood #angelina johnson #alicia spinnet #fred weasley #george weasley #preston wood #ryan wood #madison wood #qudditch #gryffindor qudditch team #st.mungos

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jedivoodoochile · 9 months

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George Harrison, Billy Preston, Ronnie Wood y Mick Jagger.

#george harrison #billy preston #ronnie wood #mick jagger

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josefksays · 1 month

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#Dallas Preston #Carter Woods #kiss #gay #guys #touch

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vandaliatraveler · 9 months

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Despite its undignified name, Muddy Creek is a lovely mountain stream that normally runs fast and clear on its steep descent to Cheat River. But after a week of heavy rain in NC-WV, the stream looked a bit murky yesterday. Not even the sediment washing away from the mountains dims its beauty in my eyes. And the enchanting, moss-encrusted forest along its bank holds its own late summer treasures.

From top: great blue lobelia (Lobelia siphilitica), which pairs beautifully with cardinal flower to provide late summer color in a native wildflower garden; white wood aster (Eurybia divaricata), which is the most common of the shade-loving white asters in this area; crooked-stemmed aster (Symphyotrichum prenanthoides), also known as zigzag aster, whose clasping, spatula-shaped leaves distinguish it from big-leaf aster, another woods-loving aster with lavender flowers; blue-stemmed goldenrod (Solidago caesia), whose spreading, yellow-flowered stems provide stunning late-season color in a native wildflower garden; an intensely-green collage of moss, woodland stonecrop (Sedum ternatum), Christmas fern (Polystichum acrostichoides) and heartleaf foamflower (Tiarella cordifolia), which I am trying hard to reproduce in my own native wildflower shade garden; the shaggy-maned stem of Coker's Amanita (Amanita cokeri), one of the most impressive mushrooms of Appalachia's summer forests; beech-drops (Epifagus virginiana), a parasitic plant that grows and subsists on beach tree roots; the bright red berries of false Solomon's seal (Maianthemum racemosum); yellow jewelweed (Impatiens pallida), whose explosive seed pods give the plant its other common name, pale touch-me-not; and narrow-leaved tick-trefoil (Desmodium paniculatum), also known as panicled tick-trefoil, a late summer pea whose sticky seed pods commonly hitch rides on shoes and boots.

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vintagerocker69 · 9 days

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Rolling Stones Keith Richards backstage in the tuning room during the 1975 Tour of the Americas. Which took in 46 shows from 1st June to 8th of August 1975.

©Christopher Sykes

#black and blue #keith richards #rolling stones #rhythm and blues #rock and roll #charlie watts #mick jagger #bill wyman #ronnie wood #ian stewart #billy preston #bobby keys #trevor lawrence

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bluesrocknrollingstones · 3 months

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here's more! I got more to share

#the rolling stones #mick jagger #keith richards #ronnie wood #charlie watts #bill wyman #ian stewart #billy preston #ollie brown #bluesrock #rockband #70srock #70s

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radioactive-earthshine · 1 year

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Preston really cannot be in the woods with Bart without something coming for their lives he should have more anxiety about nature and Bart Allen.

#preston lindsay #bart allen #every time he is in the woods with him he is attacked #i just realized this #fuck preston thinking bart is impulse which he clearly doesn't #he probably thinks he's some changeling fey child #which is not far from the truth #preston: bart? impulse? nah #he's 100% some sort of fey though

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slasherbish · 1 year

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Woods (Jesse Cromeans x fem reader)

author note Please let me know if you'd like a gender neutral pronoun version.

Part 1

Why you? Was all that ran through your mind as trees blurred by. ‘I’m a good person, so why me?’ You mentally asked yourself as dried leaves and twigs snapped and crunched under your feet. Your mind wandered back to how this all started.

Feeling confident in full makeup and glam you walked down an alleyway. For the first time in a few weeks you had managed to drag your depressed butt out of bed and into actual clothes. The lights in the alley buzzed casting a yellowish tint onto the womans self. She smiled to herself feeling like a small victory had been won tonight. Glee bubbled up in her chest as she thought back to the few drinks she had with friends at the club. Nothing could possibly ruin this night, she thought. Not a heartbeat later the woman was snatched from the alley by a large man in a black suit and chrome skull mask. She barely had time to scream as the world went black.

Sometime later she came to, in what felt like a coffin. You weren’t about to go down without a fight so you began to scream and hit and kick at the wood in front of you. After a few moments you stopped and listened to the surroundings. The coffin was stood up and opened and you came out swinging. You punched a man with short black hair and what could only be described as an annoying face. A sickening crack came from his nose and he doubled over. “You fucken bitch” Preston yelled holding his now broken nose. You took the moment of confusion by your captures and booked it past them. And now you’re here.

The tall man clad in a black suit topped off with a camera on his shoulder chased her relentlessly. Your only saving grace was that you were slightly faster and slightly more agile. Your lungs burned but you couldn’t stop. If you stop you die. You knew that and so you kept running. He had to admit that he was a little impressed, likening you to a gazelle or deer in his mind. Not many piggies could keep pace, much less out run the large killer.

A second glimmer of hope appeared in the distance. It came in the form of a rickety old wood and rope bridge. You thought that surely a man of his stature wouldn’t dare to cross a bridge that fragile looking. The chasm it covered was deep. Deep enough that a human could not survive the fall. The advantage was in your court. You were nowhere as heavy as the chrome masked man that had been chasing you for the last couple hours, or at least what felt like hours.

Your feet flew over the wooden boards only slightly slowing down. The smile that had painted itself on your face fell as the sound of the killers thudding foot steps on wooden boards reached your ears. Your feet landed on solid ground and you were going to milk that since he was still slowed down from the bridge. You could easily get a huge lead on the man.

Moments later she stopped in her tracks. The sound of a wooden board snapping and a startled grunt made you curse under your breath. ‘Had he fallen all the way down.’ You thought ‘Wait, no’ You realize there was no splat. No thud of a body against cold hard ground. After what felt like an eternity she looked behind her. There she saw one of the mans hands holding on to the crumbling dirt ledge for dear life. ‘He must be able to pull himself up, who isn’t he using his other hand?’ You thought as you stared at the hand. ‘What should I do?’

‘I’m a good person’

#jesse cromeans #jesse #chromeskull #horror #xreader #woods #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #laid to rest #laid to rest 2 #preston #spann #fem reader

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michelada12 · 11 months

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