Updated Edgar collection ^_^ I'm working on a tv head/fursuit of him so I'll probably make a badge for that too hehe. I'd love to buy alot of the sticker packs I see but I never like using my stickers and just admire them :'-]
Artists (all on etsy)
Pelygic: the wooden charm
Spypiee: Madeline holding edgar
Colliholly: edgar soft enamel pin
The pins came with adorable heart backing and cute business cards I highly recommend them!!! Also I think the wooden charms are limited stock so get em while you can ;-]
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“We do not think of it every day, but we never forget it: the beloved shall grow old, or ill, and be taken away finally. No matter how ferociously we fight, how tenderly we love, how bitterly we argue, how pervasively we berate the universe, how cunningly we hide, this is what shall happen. In the wide circles of timelessness, everything material and temporal will fail, including the manifestation of the beloved. In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love, and the ability to ask questions. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.”
― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems
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it's currently crying over Amelia Bones and Pandora Lovegood hours so here's a snippet of my Amelia fic :)
“Amelia.”
One thing could bring her back.
Pandora was standing on the pavement, a few steps away from her. The bags under her eyes were dark and her arms hung by her sides. Amelia had never seen her so defeated.
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
Amelia lifted up the bottle of wine.”I’m celebrating obviously.”
Pandora sighed and moved closer, sitting down next to Amelia on the curb. “You shouldn’t be drinking.”
“I can do what I want.”
Pandora shook her head as Amelia took another swig. “Not when it comes to drinking you can’t. Do you want to end up like Edgar?”
“Don’t talk to me about Edgar,” Amelia snapped. “I’m not responsible for him anymore.”
“It’s not about being responsible for him, it's about being responsible for yourself.”
“I am responsible for myself!”
“No you’re not,” Pandora breathed. “Edgar was responsible for you and you for him.”
“Edgar’s dead.”
“Exactly, so who will be responsible for you now?” she asked, taking Amelia back to the conversation she had with Basheda only hours before.
Who will take care of you?
Why did everyone keep asking her that? She didn’t need anyone to take care of her. She didn’t rely on Edgar that much. She didn’t need him that much. She could live without him.
Couldn’t she?
“I don’t need anyone to be responsible for me,” she said. “I don’t need anyone taking care of me.”
“Everyone needs someone, Amelia. Just because your person has left doesn’t mean that you can do everything alone.” Pandora sighed and carefully reached for the bottle gripped in Amelia’s hand. “Do you want me to call Jamie?”
Amelia almost flinched. “No. No, don't call Jamie. I don’t want him here.”
“You need someone.” she tried again.
“I have you.”
“You don’t have me,” Pandora said slowly. “I’m not that someone.”
“Why not?” she yelled back. “Pandora you’re my best friend, we’ve known each other since we were eleven! I – I love you! Why isn’t that enough?”
Pandora’s expression turned into something between sadness and pity. “Amelia you know I love you also –”
Amelia shook her head. “No –”
“You don’t understand,” They both said at the same time, locking eyes the moment the words left their mouths, both pleading with the other to listen.
Tell her, the voice in her mind screamed. Tell her everything. That this is more than friendship for you. That you love her the way she loves Xenophilius. Tell her every single thing your rotten mind thinks. Tell her that she’s the only reason why you’re still alive. Tell her that she’s kind and caring and beautiful. Tell her that she brightens your day just by smiling and that everytime you see her sad you feel like carving out a hole in your heart. Tell her about all the things you would do for her if only she’d give you the chance. Tell her about all of the times you fell harder and harder for her eyes. Tell her that she is loved. Tell her that you love her and that you will always love her no matter what she does. She could scream at you, she could ignore you, she could kill someone, or hurt someone, or burn the entire world to the ground and you wouldn’t even blink. Tell her that she could choose every single slytherin, every single boy over you and you would still run whenever she came calling. Tell her that no matter what she is loved, because she is Pandora Lovegood and you are Amelia Bones and there is not one universe where she is not the love of your life, even if there isn’t one where you are the love of hers.
Tell her. Tell her. Tell her.
They both opened their mouths at the same time, but Pandora got her words out first.
“I’m engaged,” she said.
Amelia’s mouth snapped shut as she swore to never open it again.
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