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gardnerlandscape · 29 days

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Transform Your Outdoor Space with Stunning Walkway Ideas

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sunder-soul · 2 years

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◦•Half the Fun•◦

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Summary: You're playing games with someone who is very, very used to winning. Wordcount: 800 Warnings: none this time besties 🕊️

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝔸 - 𝕄 @abhorredlara @anakinishotdoe @anevrismes @arana-alpha @books-butterbeer @catastrophicalllyy @dear-fifi @dropssofjupitter @dravenwitchmusings @emeraldphoenixblackthorn @empath-bunny @evertiel @expectoscamander @fish-eg @ginasellsbooks @grimdevil @herfantasyworldd @hueanhdang @hypnohawke @itsjustfics @itzjennieofficial @iwastoowildinthe70s @justhurtnocomfort @kennafild @lemirabitur @lovelyysiriuss @lucys-brain @mentally-in-northern-italy @mikariell95 @michaels-gardenaesthetic @moatsnow ℕ - ℤ @niallwrld @nothinghcppens @obliviouspotter @oui-magnifique @pearlstiare @pink-kixxes @qblaughter @rainyroads @raven-riddle @rededfoxy @rinsdesires @saintsha @seriouslyginnychase @shunamai @silverdelirium @sokkasdimples @suicide-sweetheart636 @sunles @sweetpsycho46 @tallyovie @theyoungestchild0w0 @tm-mrvl-rddl @toasterking @twofacesoftheworldbutnotsome @until-the-last-falling-star @valentinecarnage @vallastempermental @voidmalfoy @weirdowithnobeardo @whentheskyispinkandabitblue @whoevenfrickenknows @whoreforgeorgeandfred @wizardcherryblossom @wymindog @yepitslainie

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The first thing you learn about him is that he’s not just beloved, he’s an obsession. People don’t like him in the traditional sense of the word. You don’t have to actually talk to Tom at all to consider him your friend, you just have to sort of know about him, be a class with him, sit in the Great Hall at the same time as him, pass him in the corridor or share a table in the library. That’s enough for everyone to smile at each other fondly when he raises his hand to answer yet another question, or when he gets awarded another ten points for a perfect jinx in Defense Against the Dark Arts. It’s enough to merit someone permission to make a passing joke about his latest class distinction to their friends, or comment on how well he’s done in the latest assignment from Dumbledore, or raise their eyebrows and smirk when another lovestruck hopeful approaches him to ask (very transparently) for ‘help with their homework’ or to ‘look over their essay,’ or even for him to tutor them in one or other of the many classes he excels in.

The second thing you learn about him is that he does very little to discourage people treating him this way, and yet nothing ever seems to really come from it. Tom is good at smiling, he does it all the time and he gets no shortage of practice. He’s good at the polite but humble smiles when the professors praise him in class, and the slightly dry smiles when the class titter at yet another of his achievements, and the soft smiles when one of his admirers gather their courage to actually approach him. These he’s particularly adept at, the line between steadfast refusal and gentle charm. No one rejected by Tom (which is everyone) seems to really resent him for it; he’s become so skilled at the art of dissuasion that people come away from the experience sorely heartbroken and even more in love with him as before.

The third thing you learn about Tom is that he’s a collector. He doesn’t really want to get an Outstanding grade in an assignment, he wants Outstanding in all his assignments. He wants to take every N.E.W.T. class, he wants to win 100 percent of the duels in Defence Against the Dark Arts, read the entirety of the recommended chapters for History of Magic, and earn spots on all the internships offered for after graduation. You strongly suspect that a single Outstanding result offers him absolutey no satisfaction by itself at all, and it becomes increasingly evident to you that it’s not so much any particular achievement itself that he craves, but the absoluteness of having achieved it all. You imagine that it would only take one single misstep in an otherwise perfect sweep for him to consider the whole thing a failure. You imagine it’s a very punishing way to live.

Maybe it’s this fascination with perfection and collection that makes him so determined to figure out why you don’t seem to like him very much at all, a single blot on his otherwise spotless record, the last domino for him to push over before he can step back and finally triumph over his conquered playing field. Maybe that’s why he can’t seem to decide if he enjoys the challenge or if he resents you for withholding that satisfaction from him, a battle you frequently catch glimpses of on his face before he hides it all away again with skilled practice. You wonder if he loses sleep over it, if he lies there in his bed in the Slytherin dorm twisted up in his own strange, frustrated obsession, why it doesn’t work, why he doesn’t work for you, what he’s missing, what he’s not seeing. Sometimes he seems a little tired on Tuesday mornings when you sit next to him in Transfiguration, and it makes you wonder about his night. He never seems tired any other day.

He talks to you when he can pass it off as anything other than him trying to talk to you; he asks your opinion on the book you’re assigned unprompted, he suggests that you edit each others’ essays before the deadline passes, he even invites you to study with him over the weekend some time when your classwork gets more demanding. In fact, Tom talks to you the same way everyone else in the school talks to him. You wonder how infuriating he finds it to see his own charming, dissuading smile mirrored back at him when you say no, you suspect rather a lot considering that’s the only time you ever see his jaw tighten like that, and his fingers go utterly still where he’s holding his quill, or his eyes go a little darker, flat and unrelenting before he reminds himself to smile back. It gives you satisfaction unlike anything he’ll ever get to savour.

Knowing that is half the fun of withholding it from him in the first place, after all.

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#Tom Riddle #tom marvolo riddle #Tmr #Tom riddle fic #Tom riddle fanfic #Tom riddle fanfiction #Tom riddle imagine #Tom riddle imagines #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x oc #Who asked for this? Fucking nobody #But here i am #Thinking about this mf again #Harry Potter #Half the Fun

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littlekenzii · 1 year

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♡fairy garden!!♡

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#littlespacesfw #littlespacecommunity #littlespace #littlefriends #little #ageregressionsfw #agere #ageregression #regressor #regression #sibbys #sanrio #hellokittyaesthetic #hellokitty #cliche #cinnamonroll #sanrihoe #sfw #mylittlepony #mlp #cat #kittycat #cataesthetic #fairy #garden #gardenaesthetic

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flor-de-quaresma · 4 years

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rainy day and black tea, my type of day

#mypics #cottagecore #cozycore #naturecore #warmaesthetic #softaesthetic #warmcore #countrycore #goblincore #grandmacore #country cottage #gardencore #gardenaesthetics #rainymood #rainyseason #rainy aesthetic #rain

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edengayle · 5 years

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“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.” ‭‭𝘑𝘰𝘣‬ ‭33:4‬ ‭ ～ #happysaturday #goodmorning #happy #poetry #artforms #garden #gardenaesthetics #spilledink #scripture #words https://www.instagram.com/p/B1RJPBzluw-/?igshid=1q27j02drpr8j

#happysaturday #goodmorning #happy #poetry #artforms #garden #gardenaesthetics #spilledink #scripture #words

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amyholliday · 3 years

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This little honey bee bum is now available as a sticker in two versions, transparent or white 🐝🌼🌿 #honeybee #beesticker #beestickers #wildflowers #dandelion #springvibes #waterbottlestickers #customstickers #transparentsticker #beeart #honeycore #cottagecore #gardencore #gardenaesthetic #naturecore #warmcore #botanicalart #naturestickers https://www.instagram.com/p/CM2qEv_HGjr/?igshid=j9yp62m4d9ok

#honeybee #beesticker #beestickers #wildflowers #dandelion #springvibes #waterbottlestickers #customstickers #transparentsticker #beeart #honeycore #cottagecore #gardencore #gardenaesthetic #naturecore #warmcore #botanicalart #naturestickers

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scftangel3 · 4 years

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🍃𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒜ℯ𝓈𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓉𝒾𝒸🍃

#gardenaesthetic garden aesthetic flowers cute

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alivesunfl0wer · 4 years

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𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 | PHOTO SHOOT

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

#photographer #photography #photos #gardenaesthetic #trees #aesthetic #tumblraesthetic #fairyaesthetic #portraitphotography

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simplytegwin · 5 years

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Don’t worry, baby

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repostdinesh · 3 years

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A woman who is ok being alone is a powerful one❤️ . Makeup @saranyamakeoverartistry Hairstyle @thamizh.hairstylist Photography @dilipkumar_photography Wardrobe: @adhiktha_by_sn Jewellery : @new_ideas_fashions . #lehenga #gardenaesthetic #aestheticoutfit #floweraesthetic #powerfuleyes #photoshoot #sakshiagarwal #biggboss #tamil #kollywood #instapic #nstamood #fashion #lifestyle #actressphotoshoot #prettyaesthetic #iamsakshiagarwal #sakshi #shashiagarwal https://www.instagram.com/p/CSjfHRoBSTS/?utm_medium=tumblr

#lehenga #gardenaesthetic #aestheticoutfit #floweraesthetic #powerfuleyes #photoshoot #sakshiagarwal #biggboss #tamil #kollywood #instapic #nstamood #fashion #lifestyle #actressphotoshoot #prettyaesthetic #iamsakshiagarwal #sakshi #shashiagarwal

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sunder-soul · 2 years

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For a request would love to have tom’s pov of the holidays such as the missed kiss and when charlie asked about his feelings and when he found out they actually weren’t dating

Sequel Snippet Spree: Seven Devils

A/N: [I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY 2K EVENT FROM 100 YEARS AGO, I JUST FOUND THIS SITTING IN MY WIPS FOLDER AND WAS LIKE OMG I SHOULD SIMPLY POST THIS] Also I'm already writing Tom's pov of Charlie's 'confrontation,' and the Christmas night by the fireplace as well bc the angst is simply SO FUN TO WRITE MY GOD THIS MAN I love making him this fucking dramatic, I just really wanted to post this now bc I like it :) [GIF CREDIT!]

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ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 (there are serious issues with the tagging system atm and idk how to fix it sorry, I tried for like half an hour 😭)

𝔸 - 𝕄 @abhorredlara @anakinishotdoe @anevrismes @arana-alpha @bedheadgirl @books-butterbeer @catastrophicalllyy @crazytwentythrees @dear-fifi @dropssofjupitter @dravenwitchmusings @emeraldphoenixblackthorn @empath-bunny @evertiel @expectoscamander @fish-eg @ginasellsbooks @grimdevil @herfantasyworldd @hueanhdang @hypnohawke @itsjustfics @itzjennieofficial @iwastoowildinthe70s @justhurtnocomfort @kennafild @lemirabitur @like-phantasma @lovelyysiriuss @lucys-brain @mentally-in-northern-italy @mikariell95 @michaels-gardenaesthetic @moatsnow

ℕ - ℤ @niallwrld @nothinghcppens @obliviouspotter @oui-magnifique @pearlstiare @pink-kixxes @qblaughter @rainyroads @raven-riddle @rededfoxy @rinsdesires @saintsha @seriouslyginnychase @shunamai @silverdelirium @sokkasdimples @suicide-sweetheart636 @sunles @sweetpsycho46 @tallyovie @theyoungestchild0w0 @tm-mrvl-rddl @toasterking @twofacesoftheworldbutnotsome @until-the-last-falling-star @valentinecarnage @vampireveela @pure-egotism @vallastempermental @voidmalfoy @weirdowithnobeardo @whentheskyispinkandabitblue @whoevenfrickenknows @whoreforgeorgeandfred @wizardcherryblossom @wymindog @yepitslainie @yourgirl-niah

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He slept badly, of course. He always slept badly. The storm woke him before dawn with the first gust of heavy-handed rain on the windows and he knew the second his eyes had opened that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again. Rain like this always made his stomach sink. At Wool’s it had always meant cold, damp nights followed by cold, grey days, too much noise trapped inside with too many people. Waking warm and comfortable with such a storm outside was still surreal.

Very suddenly Tom remembered the previous night and instantly all remaining hope that he might rest a little longer disintegrated. He didn’t know what it was about the darkness that had made it so easy to say things he’d never say in a well-lit room, telling her about the fear he’d felt seeing Marina at Voldemort’s mercy in the Manor, admitting how much he still thought about it, asking her about her own night terrors –

Tom’s eyes fell shut in embarrassment and he took a long, regretful breath. He shouldn’t have asked her that. Not so indelicately, not without some indication that she even wanted to tell him.

He pushed himself up and swung his legs off the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then let his hands fall limp off his knees. He didn’t like how they looked, the hands of a stranger suspended on the ends of his forearms. Fatigue clouded dully behind his open eyes and with it, the bitter desire that for once he might wake feeling like he’d ever slept at all.

He looked at her.

The nascent grey dawn painted him a faint picture but he could still very easily make her out, her gold hair across the pillow, the thick quilt half-covering her sleeping face. She was completely still. He couldn’t even hear her breath. Tom grit his teeth and looked away, his stony gaze falling back on his fingers. He’d been extraordinarily stupid to think he could do this seamlessly. He’d been extraordinarily stupid in a number of ways when it came to Marina, actually, stupid in ways he could hardly bear to think about. Thinking things were different to the way they were. Thinking she might be coming to feel things for him that she clearly didn’t.

Misinterpreting things.

He would happily call it ‘humiliating,’ were his pride wounded more than his hopes – but he wasn’t so lucky. ‘Disappointing’ was far more apt, though it fell stratospherically short of describing the feelings that had taken hold of him seeing Charlie lean down and kiss her, and realising exactly how extraordinarily stupid Tom had really been. He stood in silence and turned for the kitchen, leaving Marina sleeping quietly behind him without allowing himself to look at her again.

He should have known better. Marina had met him at his worst, she’d known the depth of his true ugliness right from the very beginning, the selfish, ignorant, ridiculous child he’d been seven years prior. It had been monstrously vain, deluded of him to think that she might come to see him as something… else.

He should never have entertained the notion in the first place, that she might be looking at him the same way he’d found himself looking at her, or that she might feel as he felt when he touched her. The bitter embarrassment overtook him again, the thought that he’d misinterpreted his own feelings as something palpable between them, some corporeal presence or understandingthat she sensed too. It was so shamefully naïve.

Tom angrily yanked the cupboard open and seized a mug, and only just caught himself from slamming it onto the counter in the last second lest he wake her. He placed it down carefully and then stared at it in deep resentment.

He knew he was being ridiculous.

The knowledge did very little to sooth the acidic disappointment seeping out of some fissure that had opened up deep in his chest. He couldn’t stop thinking about Charlie’s arm around her on the couch, her leaning against his chest, their natural playfulness and the seamlessness of how she touched him. It had been an unforgiving reminder that Marina wasn’t like him, she didn’t hoard herself away like he did, and it seemed so painfully obvious to him now that she should be with someone like Charlie, someone like her, who laughed loudly and smiled openly and moved easily.

God, he should have known. That’s what made it even more unbearable. He’d seen the way Charlie had said goodbye to her before they’d left for Azkaban, the fierce concern, the tight hug, the familiar touch. He’d wondered at the time, she and Charlie had been at the Burrow together for months by that point after all, but he’d been so staunchly confident that the feeling prickling across his skin had been surprise, or simply embarrassment at witnessing a moment of someone else’s intimacy, or even (as he had really managed to convince himself one night as he’d laid awake thinking about it) that it was simply surreal to see Marina in someone’s arms just because he’d known her for so long.

Ridiculous, the things he’d tried to tell himself.

It was envy. He knew it now of course, and really he’d known it then, too, in some reserved and much ignored part of his mind. Why else had he offered her his hand like that to Apparate? Just to see what she’d do, how she’d react, if she’d be so at ease with him, too – and he’d turned her reaction over in his mind like a puzzle for too many a night afterwards, the way she’d stared at him in something a little more pink-cheeked than just surprise, how she’d tried to play it off but how she’d not quite met his eyes when she took his hand. That had been his downfall, he thought, that he’d really managed to delude himself into thinking that perhaps it was a lack of ease, not the presence of it, that betrayed Marina’s feelings.

And God, Greece.

Tom exhaled grimly and waved his wand at the silver coffee pot, dispassionately watching his mug fill.

He couldn’t even count all the things he’d misinterpreted in Greece.

Not fully paying attention, Tom spooned too much sugar into his cup and stirred, the crisp little sounds of the silver against the ceramic seeming very far away. Yesterday morning Marina had told him she’d forgotten about Lovegood like she was confessing a long life of stomach-turning sin, like she’d expected him to be disgusted, or at least furious. He’d seen the weariness of it all on her face before she’d rested her head on his shoulder, just like the night after they’d gotten back and she’d fallen asleep against him and he’d not been able to bear moving and waking her –

Shame swallowed him fetid and hot, and Tom’s head hung, his fingers gripping the counter hard. Yesterday Marina had been frighteningly listless, visibly guilt-ridden and exhausted beyond recognition, falling against him like the magnitude of telling him those things had cost her the very last of her energy – and he’d still not been able to stop himself from thinking of how good she’d felt leaning against his shoulder, from wondering if it meant she might feel something for him, from misinterpreting it through his own selfish lens and the thought of it now made him sick.

“Idiot,” he muttered in disgust, before remembering she was only around the corner. His lips pressed together hard.

Just for that he deserved it all, having to watch her and Charlie be together when he…

When he what, exactly?

Tom laced his fingers around his mug, not caring that it was still far too hot and his skin prickled uncomfortably at the heat.

He didn’t care to answer that question.

Things were bad enough already.

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#ask #anon #2k event #seven devils #sevdevs #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fic #tom riddle fanfic #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle imagines

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