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bellaxisworld · 14 days
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april 12, @jegulus-microfic prompt: amortentia. word count: 682.
The iridescent sheen of the potion enchants Regulus; he could stare at the lovely pinkish-pearled swirls for hours, dazed and happy to be smelling the things he loves the most. He smiles down at the cauldron, reminded of his happiest memories, reminded of every good thing that makes life worth living. 
He leans forward to inhale, eyes blissfully falling shut. Today is one of his favorite Potions days—they finally brewed Amortentia. He’s an excellent potioneer, and he’s waited years for the day they brew it in class. Regulus sighs, content, and catalogs each distinct smell and their origin.
(1) He smells lavender and roses. This one isn’t hard to decode—Pandora smells like lavender, and she leaves pink rose petals in his bags and pockets when she senses he needs good luck. 
(2) The next smell is far more sugary and rather… artificial in nature. Peach candies, he realizes. His chest warms, reminded of summersweet memories with Sirius, sneaking to Hogsmeade to steal candies together and scurrying home, tripping over gangly feet and laughing too loudly for the still night. Midnights spent huddled together under too-hot covers, quiet giggles and sticky hands grabbing for the pile of sweets between them. Peach candies were always Sirius’ favorite. 
(3) Next he smells grass and wind, which he is not surprised to find, and likely derives from his love for Quidditch. No, his love for flying. Regulus feels most at peace when flying, whipping around the air with precision and skill. He feels free, when flying. 
This next part is where he gets confused. 
Regulus Black finds himself squinting at the cauldron, begging it to tell him its secrets. It’s rather mysterious, he thinks, a potion that can tell you everything you love. He folds his arms over his chest, huffing quietly. 
(4) Regulus smells apples. 
He smells… apples? He’s not familiar with apples, you see, so he cannot distinguish what kind of apple he smells. But there is a distinct apple smell wafting from his cauldron, and he leans back, blinking down in concern. 
An important thing to note—Regulus Black hates apples. 
At least, he hates eating apples. He won’t eat apple pie, or apple sauce, or apple juice or artificial apple flavors—he dislikes the taste and texture of them. The smell of apples isn’t too overpowering, so he isn’t too far bothered in that sense, but to find apples in his Amortentia perplexes him more than anything. 
He thinks again, quill tapping against his notebook beside the cauldron. The Amortentia told him he loves Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… he doesn’t know what the apples could possibly signify. Apples. Apples. Apples. 
The apples have stumped him. 
Regulus thinks about apples for the rest of the day. He thinks about apples and fruits and any correlation, and he thinks why, why apples? 
He’s walking with his friends to the dungeons later that evening when it hits him square in the face like a bag of bricks. He almost trips over his own feet, barely holding himself properly upright. 
“No. No, no, no, no—it can’t possibly be. No, I refuse.” He shakes his head violently, stomach lurching and eyes watering. He sprints all the way to his dorm room bathroom, locking himself tightly within and avoiding the worried shouts of his friends. 
He recalls the memory, crystal-clear now. He recalls the distinct smell of apples. He recalls the playful smiles and loud, booming laugh of the boy beside him.
He recalls the apples. The apples. The apples. 
He recalls the apples, because Regulus Black was sitting under an apple tree with James Potter the first time he thought, James is the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. That day was the first time he got butterflies, his belly in an uproar over the proximity of a boy like James, a boy with a smile brighter than every star in the sky. That day, Regulus looked at James and realized he wanted to know what it felt like to fall. 
He takes out his Potions notebook, scribbling furiously:
Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… James Potter.
part of a collection of microfics on ao3(2/?): in every life, my heart finds yours.
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onto-person · 2 days
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scootkiddo · 1 year
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I absolutely love pedro’s line delivery of “you have no idea what loss is.”
it’s a line that’s always stuck with me just because of how joel made a blanket attempt to invalidate ellie as that was how he would shield himself from relatability and shedding sympathy. but it’s also the cadence, the tone of his voice that has me bouncing off the walls. I remember when this was the only footage of joel from the show we had and people were quick to say “ugh he doesn’t say it with the same emotion.” but that’s the point! he’s consciously restraining himself from showing obvious emotion. just mere seconds ago he was visibly vulnerable with ellie. and then there was the sarah name drop. and his whole face shifted. the wall was back up. he rebuilt the barriers like The Contractor™️ he is and reacquired this deadpan demeanor because he couldn’t allow his vulnerability to seep through. the topic of his daughter was too sensitive. it adds such a specific weight to the line, by making it almost “robotic.” because in his mind he had to be. regression was a survival instinct. knowing just how delicate joel in the show is reinforces the notion that countering vulnerability through fabricated numbness is his go to. what a brilliant take from pedro
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riotinyellow · 3 months
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"Barry is so ugly"
"I dont see the hype behind Jeremy Alan white"
"Hot take: zendaya is not attractive"
"Jacob elordi isn't all that"
"Now that the pedro hype is down, can we admit he isn't good-looking?"
"Bella is too unattractive to play a 13 year-old girl"
"Margot Robbie is mid"
Go read whatever new 30-page pdf file that your designated alpha male is trying to market as an ebook. Rot your mind with the 14-step skincare routine of the month. Buy your Stanleys and post on r/rateme.
Go be insufferable and unloveable
Touch grass you cunts.
You people piss me off. You are so delusional and deranged that you've been completely blinded by whatever new trend is being puked by the good for nothing "lifestyle" youtuber you're worshipping at the moment
You fucking bellends, having a conversation with you is draining and brain-rotting. The way you speak of people sickens me. You lack so much basic media literacy and just basic empathy and understanding of the people around you that you can't see the talent in art if not bloated with 6 ml of fillers.
Every time I hear you speak, I'm filled with unimaginable levels of superiority.
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effervescent-emmett · 10 months
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midnight sun by stephenie meyer
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tvfanatic97-2 · 8 months
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Sydcarmy core
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fuckmeyer · 1 year
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girl please, Charlie Swan is Team Werewolf and you know it
#it's like Bella has no conception of the socioeconomic symbolism attached to these monsters!!#girl why on earth would the middleclass police chief of a tiny rural town in Washington#choose the wealthy murderous parasites?????#OK besties as i'm typing that out i see why charlie might side with the wealthy murderous parasites#yes he IS an american cop so siding with the parasites does make sense#but think of all the paperwork he would have to do when the cullens kill someone! i mean. come on.#also it aint like cullen out there paying off the pigs so really what is Charlie getting out of this relationship#it's no bribes all paperwork? i don't care how American this cop is he is Anti Vamp and that's that on that#WEREWOLVES on the other hand......... besties let's review the cold fax ok#they're a blue collar blue jeans blue skies all day baby kinda monster. crack open a cold one with the boys kinda monster.#pull over on the road to lend you some spark plugs kinda monster. bring a dairy-based dip to the charity softball game kinda monster#big plus: they're on the DL. neat & tidy cover story. no killing. protect & serve yeah baby. no parasites here my boys WORK for a living#the boys are 0% paperwork (no killing) and 100% bribes (dairy-based dips)#Charlie's deffo Team Werewolf at best and turning a blind eye at worst#as far as this man's concerned the werewolves are the Olympic Natl Park rangers' problem#bear who???? don't know em#twilight#twilight renaissance#bella swan#the twilight saga#jacob black#charlie swan#eclipse read
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gati-toz · 10 months
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primeiros erros 🦷
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groupcheese · 3 months
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Some of my favorite looks (& celebs) from the critics choice red carpet
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starfishsonny · 2 months
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rpsona…. save me rpsona..
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little bonus drawing🤫
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liquidstar · 8 months
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i wanna preface this by saying im not big into furry stuff but im big into oc stuff, so sorry to all the furries if i sound like a poser. but i think if you have a human oc theres gotta be a difference between what their fursona would be (from the pov of you, their creator) and what it actually is (what they would chose). do you understand what i mean? theres a big difference between their fursona and your animal version of them.
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bellaxisworld · 17 days
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i've felt like being more unhinged recently so if you see that part of me. sorry.
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fallimentiquotidiani · 7 months
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I don't know why you're mean to me
When I call on the telephone
And I don't know what you mean to me
But I want to turn you on
Turn you up, figure you out
I want to take you on
These words, you will be mine
These words, you will be mine, all the time
Now fool might be my middle name
But I'd be foolish not to say
I'm going to make whatever it takes
Ring you up, call you down, sign your name
Secret love, make it rhyme
Take you in and make you mine
These words, you will be mine
These words, you will be mine, all the time
I tripped and fell, did I fall
What I want to feel
I want to feel it now
You know with love comes strange currencies
And here is my appeal
I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance
A fourth chance, a word, a signal
A nod, a little breath
Just to fool myself, to catch myself
And make it real, real
These words, you will be mine
These words, you will be mine, all the time
These words, you will be mine
These words haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat
Make me pray, to say love's confines, oh
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lookitsaworm · 7 months
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Twilight New Moon except when Edward breaks up with Bella, Emmett warns her beforehand and together they create a fifty person flash mob of 'Complicated' by Avril Lavigne that they do when Edward finishes his stupid ass speech.
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The way I feel about Anakin Skywalker is very similar to how I feel about Edward Cullen.
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rosieshipper · 1 year
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Ellie: Yeah well, lucky for him he didn’t find us, cause when I get in a fight, I go all crazy and I’m a raging ball of brown hair! *trips and falls*
Joel: *rolls his eyes*
Ellie: *Quickly gets back up* I mean I don’t wanna brag or nothing but..I got some moves
Joel: Oh really?
Ellie: *Pulls out her switch blade* Yep! This first one…well, it’s just a little thing I like to call “the slasher”! *starts wildly waving her knife around*
Joel: *watches with a raised brow*
Ellie: And this one I like to call “flying fury of death”! *Waves her knife as she comes running up beside Joel*
Joel: Uh huh… He’s coming back!
Ellie: *Gasps before quickly running behind Joel* Where?!
Joel: *chuckles quietly*Typical
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