#la vie petunia

[tendlerfancy]

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[July 19, 2022]

#anna marie tendler #amt #anna tendler #anna marie #amtendler #annamarietendler #annamtendler #petunia tendler #la vie petunia #petunia tendler mulaney #artist #art #tumblr

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Vacation Masterlist

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui, dans la vie (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke G, 3k

Summary: Michael and Luke just really like to hold hands, okay?

i feel the wind in my hair, chasing after you (ao3) - hideforalifetime luke/ashton G, 18k

Summary: Luke works more than he should, is paid less than he should be for the amount of hours he works, goofs off at lunch with Calum, goes home to his dog Petunia in the evening and watches whatever’s on HBO. Then he does it all over again. And he’s sick of it. He wants a change. He wants to be the guy he was in college, free of all worries like rent and bills and all that bullshit. Just walking from class to the dorm to the bar, and every weekend, he’d go off on his own, just him and his motorbike.

Or, the one where workaholic, control freak biker Luke Hemmings meets the most laid back guy he's ever seen. And he's hot, which is a plus.

Looks Like He Can Surf (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) luke/ashton E, 174k

Summary: They spend the summer before university in an old beach house. Luke meets the human embodiment of sunshine. Just like the ocean waves, sometimes people are unpredictable.

Lucky Me? (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance calum/ashton E, 3k

Summary: When his mom had told him they were going to Ibiza to celebrate his birthday, Ashton had been more than thrilled but upon arriving there, he found out that a distant cousin of his would be joining them. The worst part of it was that he had to share his room with that cousin he had never met before. That was not the end of his troubles because said cousin was having fun teasing and seducing him, leaving him flustered.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

Snow in Love (ao3) - plushyluke luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 7k

Summary: “in that cold instant, ashton put his hands back on the steering wheel. watching him back out of the parking space was torment. luke felt like there was a beast inside of him, clawing and desperate to be set free. aching to get ashton alone. to spend a second with him uninterrupted.”

or ashton takes the 5sos boys on a snowy vacation, and luke is disappointed that it wasn’t an opportunity to hook up.

starboy (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 79k

Summary: Ashton is quite miserable, so when his friends take him on vacation to cure him of his sorrows, the universe sends him a star made of innocence that is meant to be ruined.

sugar rush (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 6k

Summary: It’s pulled so tightly across Luke’s throat. It’s a miracle the string hasn’t snapped entirely.

Luke’s a little sweaty, colorful smudges of the chalky candy rubbing off against his skin. Would they taste sweet or salty under Calum’s tongue?

Take On Me (ao3) - DracosPubicHair michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 14k (WIP)

Summary: Luke is a photographer that thinks only scenery is what’s worth capturing, but a struggling musician changes that, and Luke can't stop looking at his picture.

when in rome (ao3) - lifewasradical michael/luke/ashton, michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: “I’ll just be straight up about it,” Michael says, ignoring the groan Luke lets out. “We’re on vacation, and we talked about bringing someone back to the hotel room with us. Luke was interested in it being you.”

“If you wanted,” Luke adds on, finally lifting his head to see the amused interest playing through Ashton’s eyes. “Obviously we know nothing about you, and we probably shouldn’t be propositioning someone at the coffee shop, but…” Luke trails off, unsure where he was going with this.

“A threesome, that’s what you’re asking?” Ashton clarifies, wetting his lips.

You Had Me at Hello. (ao3) - Cashton4506 calum/ashton, michael/luke N/R, 10k (WIP)

Summary: Ashton goes on a family vacation on a cruise ship for 4 weeks. Will he begin to enjoy himself when he meets the boy on the floor above?

Your name is written in the sand (ao3) - screamtobeheard (orphan_account) michael/luke M, 8k

Summary: “Luke, what are we doing?” he asks, some slight panic in his voice. Luke places his hand on Michael’s shoulder. It’s a completely normal touch, something all of them do daily but right now, in the dim light of the pool and the only heat he feels is coming from Luke, it makes him melt. Luke’s thumb strokes once, twice up and down before he makes eye contact again. “We’re just skinnydipping,” he says, reasonably. His hand doesn’t move however. It slides from his shoulder over his arm, till his soft fingers trial over the palm of his hand. “Just swimming,” Luke says softer as he carries on.

Or a summer fic

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #masterlists #5sos fanfic #vacation #vacation masterlist

[archaeologysucks]

A day in the life of archaeological field survey...

#la vie de la archaeologist #those are apparently called night sky petunias btw #i've never seen that variety before #they are super pretty

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 26

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: no smut this time, just bucky meeting the family

NEXT CHAPTER

Her mother pulled Bucky into the house. She lived exactly where he’d expect her to live in, a dark academia sort of environment in shades of green, burgundy and dark browns. The walls were filled with shelves containing seas and seas of books and little memorabilia. There were photos of the family on the walls and Bucky noticed the little one right by the staircase of a young girl in a periwinkle dress sat on the beach with a bright smile whom he was absolutely certain was his Y/N. The woman continued to lead them until what he guessed was the living room where the fireplace was on and two kids were running around.

Bucky stood behind with Y/N as her mother made haste towards the drinks’ trolley where Y/N was almost sure the same watered down bottle her brother Anthony had constantly stolen from as a teenager still stood. They were lucky enough not to still have been noticed, her family having an weirdly tradition of not allowing anyone in the living area until they had a drink in hand. Of course she knew why, her family made so many questions both appropriate and inappropriate you’d have to be positively inebriated to deal with it. 

     - Everyone... - Lucy, Y/N’s mother, handed Bucky a burgundy coloured liquid before pulling him inside the living room. - Don’t be shy, Bucky. Everyone, this is Bucky, he’s Y/N’s boyfriend. 

     - I thought he’d be smaller. - a man got up from the dark burgundy couch, walking up to Bucky with an extended hand towards him. Bucky looked at his hand then at his own, before switching to shake it with his flesh arm rather than the metal aberration he’d covered with a glove. - Had a nice flight? Little bean here said she booked first flight tickets even though I told her it’s ...

    - A waste of money, I know dad. - Y/N interrupted. 

    - It was nicer than I expected, sir. - Bucky said yet Y/N could see that little smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. - Your daughter made it all the better.

    - Hope she didn’t bother you with leitmotifs. - another man who looked just around Y/N’s age piped up.

     - Colin, don’t even say that word, it might get her started. - a girl, blonde hair dressed in a baby blue dress added. - Oh wow, you’re athletic.

     - C’mon El, you promised to help me tease Y/N about her first serious boyfriend. - Colin wrapped his arms around Y/N but she merely playfully slapped his chest. - Look at you, the last Y/L/N sibling to introduce someone to the family. We were gonna buy you a cake but mum said no.

    - Colin Y/L/N, leave your sister be. - Lucy slapped her son’s head. - We are very happy that Y/N and Bucky are here. 

   - She’s happy there’s a chance you might give her grandchildren. - Colin whispered before adopting that grin that as children made Y/N want to throw a pillow at him.

   - Colin, I said to leave your sister be. - Lucy wrapped her arms around her eldest daughter. - That is not the reason I’m happy you’re dating. Me and your father were just afraid that you would be a bit lonely in New York.

   - Because you have no friends. - Eloise added.

   - Eloise, leave your sister be. She has plenty of friends. - their father added, not moving from his chair where he had returned to read the paper. 

   - Where is your sister? She should be here to meet Bucky.

   - Claire is busy with her husband convincing my husband to get me to have a rat-like creature they call a baby. - Eloise sat down on the other couch, legs crossed over each other. - Do you want a baby, Bucky?

   - Eloise! - Y/N yelled out of shame. Now she understood why her mother looked so dead whenever she had to go shopping with 4 children at 10 AM. She was clearly wrong to think her siblings would act like regular human beings in front of a guest, they barely acted like regular human beings on a regular basis. - We should go put the bags in my bedroom.

   - No, wait, beanie. CLAIRE! CLAIRE COME SAY HI TO YOUR SISTER AND BUCKY! - Y/N’s mother rushed to the kitchen, yelling out whom he guessed was the name of Y/N’s last sibling. Out of the kitchen and into the living room came a girl dressed in the same dress as Eloise except it was purple, holding a bundle of blankets against her chest. 

  - Aw, let me hold Sophie. - Y/N dropped her bags to meet her sister who handled her the baby. Bucky inspected the scene, watching as her embarrassed facade quickly changed into one of wonder as she looked at her niece. - Look at you, you’re so cute, Miss Sophie, yes you are. 

  - Claire, say hi to Bucky.

  - Why is he so tall? - she shook his hand. - I thought you’d be smaller with that nickname.

Is this was Steve felt like after the serum? Bucky had never stopped to consider that maybe his nickname sounded like a name you’d give a short guy, to be honest, he doesn’t even remember how it came to be, he just remembered his mum calling it and it sticking. However, he did have to admit that he enjoyed seeing everyone’s confused look once they met him as if he was the tallest man alive when he was barely taller than Y/N’s brother. 

    - Conor, Jack come meet Bucky too. - Y/N’s mum held two men by the arm who looked as lost in the family reunion as Bucky did. - Conor’s Eloise’s husband and Jack’s Claire’s. 

    - Okay. - Y/N interrupted before anyone else told her boyfriend he was too tall. Handing Sophie back to her sister, she held Bucky’s hand. - We are going to put the bags upstairs and take the coats off and we’ll return. 

Y/N knew her family way too well. She had been here when Claire brought Jack home for the first time and her father questioned him about a notorious case followed by Colin asking him if he needed earbuds for Claire’s snoring. She had also been there when Conor and all of Colin’s girlfriends so she knew when it was time to run away with Bucky from her very devoted and very curious family who had already decided to have the baby conversation with him before she had even mention it.

Bucky looked at the photos that were scattered on the staircases’ wall. He could always pinpoint where Y/N was, normally in the front with those beautiful, shining eyes. He noticed one particular photo of Y/N alone against a dark blue background in her graduation gown holding her diploma, posing like a beauty queen. He made a note to sneak a photo of it once she wasn’t looking.

She led him into her bedroom. It was a rather small one in tones of white and beige with a double bed. The walls were clean rather than one with a bookcase of dark wood filled with books, trophies and little frames of photos of her as a kid. Her bed had a small white lamb laying on it with some heart shaped pillows and a knitted beige blanket. 

     - Is that you? - Bucky rushed to the shelf to grab a photo of Y/N as a toddler dressed as a ballerina holding a golden medal.

    - Yeah. My grandmother was a prima ballerina so she made all of us do ballet which came quite in handy when I was in Phantom. - she put her coat on the hook on the door. - Sorry about my mum, and my dad and my siblings. I should already apologise for their husbands and the toddlers you haven’t met yet since they’re out with Grandma Louis who I’m also sorry for. 

     - That’s fine. I think they don’t hate me much.

    - It’s better than when Colin introduced Kate, mum was so upset she didn’t speak to her. I would say they love you. 

     - So which one is the oldest? Is there an hierarchy I should know about?

     - I’m the oldest then Colin, Claire and finally Eloise. Eloise got married first and then Claire and Colin is living la vie boheme. 

     - And you? - he wrapped his arms around her waist

    - I’m the actress. Once Aunt Petunia or Grandma Louis gets here you’ll listen to the “the debate team champion becomes an actress kissing all those men and she’s still single” discussion. I also apologise for that in advance. 

    - Well but you are not single anymore. - Bucky leaned down to kiss her. - And I will allow you to parade me as your boyfriend. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. 

    - Ah yes, my three time three-time boxing champion boyfriend. 

    - You’re not gonna drop that, aren’t you?

    - What? It’s very alluring, gets me going.

    - Is that why you gave me an handjob at the airport, princess? - he leaned down to whisper against her ear. She felt goosebumps raise up her skin, mouth drying up as she tried to find the words. - You better have thick walls, princess. 

   - Beanie ... - her mother knocked on the door, pushing the door slightly open and sticking her head in. - We were wondering if Bucky ate meat. We bought this meat that’s not really meat and it’s vegan. I asked some of my colleagues at work to help me cook it and we made some but we can make more if Bucky wants some.

    - No, Mrs. I’m okay with anything, it’s fine. 

    - Non sense. Y/N tell Bucky he can pick what to eat. You’re American right? I’m making some chicken nuggets for the kids and Colin, I could make you some if you’d like. 

    - Mum, that’s stereotypical. 

   - Nonsense, beanie. What do you want to eat, Bucky?

   - I’ll eat whatever Y/N does, m’am. - he tried to hide the little grin as Y/N stood by his side still processing what Bucky had just said to her. - It’s fine, m’am, really. I don’t want to be a bother, I’m so grateful you and your family are okay with having me for Christmas. 

Lucy merely smiled at him as a way of saying it was no problem. Y/N knew her family, they adored to embarrass their children in front of their partners, lovers, and friends but they would adore whoever their children adored as if they belonged to the family since the dawning of time. The actress rose her head to look at her boyfriend, staring at the door like a fading vision on the desert, relaxed muscles and expression. Her hold on his hand strengthened as her head laid against his shoulder, laying a small kiss on the fabric of his shirt.

     - Do you want to go downstairs? We can stay here for a few minutes before dinner. 

     - Yeah, princess. - he snapped himself out of his state, smiling down at his caring girlfriend before following her down the stairs.

Her family had a lot of photos, some on big frames on the wall and other small ones in coffee tables and other surfaces. He couldn’t help but look at them, watching Y/N through the ages and wondering how she was. She always had that look, that inner shyness and bright eyed appearance. Most photos were school photos with that dark blue background followed by a few backstage photos of her in elaborate stage makeup and costumes. Bucky wanted a photo of her, any photo of her, to have in his wallet. Not that he would forget what she looked like, he could never forget it but he wanted to. He wanted to look at her face whenever he paid for his coffee, show people when they asked about her, he guessed he wanted to have the same pride in showing his girlfriend his father had about showing his mother. He wanted a suburban existence, no more Winter Soldier, no more Avengers, just James Barnes. Yet, he also knew he did not deserve that. No, he had taken that structure from so many people he didn’t deserve it. 

Once in the living room, there were more people, notably two kids running around the Christmas tree and two women sat by the beautifully placed table. He felt shy, not knowing exactly what to say, barely knowing these people. 

    - Ah, let me look at you. - one of the woman from the table got up and walked towards them. Bucky thought none of it, thinking it to be directed towards Y/N until the woman took him by surprise by cupping his face. - You’re just gorgeous. Nice eyes, strong features. 

     - Aunt Petunia! - Y/N took her aunt’s hands away from Bucky’s face. - Please. 

     - You know what they say about men with strong features, great lovers, great breeders.

     - Oh my god. - that’s it, she was no longer going to have a boyfriend once she got back to New York. - Bucky, this is my aunt Petunia. 

     - Nice to meet you m’am. - Bucky extended his hand to her but the woman merely pushed him towards the table.

     - I thought she was kidding when she said she was bringing someone home yet here you are. - she led both of them to side by side seats on the table. - So, Bucky have you meet Grandma Louis?

    - I’m afraid not. 

    - Look ma, Y/N brought a boyfriend home. 

   - Can we please not treat this like a world limited event?

   - Nope. - Colin sat next to Y/N. - I had a bet with Eloise you’d date a 50 year old librarian and I lost which is unfair because 100 year old soldier is almost the same. 

   - It’s not and you know it. - Eloise argued from the other side of the table. - How’s the movie, Y/N? 

   - It’s ... good. - she forced a smile, not wanting to show the same family who always wondered why unlike every of her siblings she, the debate captain and champion, had turned down the option to do Law and instead pursued an acting career. Did acting made her happy? Yes. Did the movie made her happy? No. 

   - She’s the best actress I have ever met and seen. - Bucky drew invisible circles over her palm. - Everyone’s always speechless during her takes. 

   - That’s my beanie, always the best at whatever she does. - Y/N’s father added. - Besides, one of us has to not be a lawyer. We’re starting to be known as the lawyer family. 

   - So Bucky, are you enjoying London? Have you ever been? - Claire asked while putting the bibs on her two toddlers who were still happily playing with toy cars on the table.

   - Long time ago, it’s a bit different now. 

   - Y/N should take you to see the tree in Trafalgar, it’s absolutely stunning. - Lucy added. - It’s where her father purposed. 

   - It’s where everyone purposed in this family. We need a new tradition. - Colin rolled his eyes. 

   - If it were up to you, you’d purpose in a McDonalds after coming from the pub. 

   - Shut up, Eloise. 

Bucky merely kept to himself during the dinner, replying to the questions that were thrown his way and laughing at the jokes. There was the odd questions every once and then which Y/N would normally reply to followed by telling him she was sorry which he found adorable. Normally it was him who was defensive over her, too defensive even and to see her take on the role warmed his heart. The dinner ran smoothly and soon everyone was sat on the couch by the fireplace. She was by his side, head on his shoulder as a It’s a Wonderful Life played on the television. 

The night kept going in and in until everyone decided to climb up to their respective bedrooms. Y/N turned on the heating the moment she came in, stripping onto her own cozy red pyjamas while Bucky kept inspecting her room. She had a bunch of books and programs from various West End musicals as well as a few bits of Star Wars memorabilia scattered on the shelves and a Phantom of the Opera music box on her desk. What caught his attention was the tiny miniature of a white picked fence house on her bedside table. Had she been an avid miniature collector and he didn’t know about it?

    - Hey, what’s this? - he pointed at the little house.

    - Oh ... that.

    - Is it a sore topic? I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to ...

    - It’s okay, Bucky. - she smiled. - It’s just a silly thing from when I was a kid. I told my mum I wanted to marry Luke Skywalker and move into a white picket fence home and she bought me it. Then I just wanted the house as I grew up but hey I live in SoHo, the best I can do is get another one of those

   - You want a white picket fence house?

   - It’s silly. - she hide her head as a familiar heat climbed up to her cheeks. Bucky placed the miniature back where it was, walking up to her. 

   - It’s not silly. I like picket white fence houses too, princess.

   - You do?

   - Yeah. One of my cousins had one when I was a kid and I always envisioned one for myself. 

  - Did you? 

  - Yeah and then I met you and I thought screw the home, as long as I get to come home everyday to you we could be living in a cardboard home but if you want a white picked fence house than I’ll give you one.

  - Buck ...

  - I’m not kidding. - he smiled at her. - We’ll live wherever you’d like and every single day we’ll come back home to each other and I will pretend I’m not tired so I can stay up and look at you smiling at those TV show reruns you like so much.

  - You like them too. - she added. 

  - Maybe but until then ... - he walked up to his bag removing an worn out big navy blue box. - You can have this. 

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[sophiepowers]

La vie Petunia, oh mon dieu!

#HAHAHAHAHA #IMAGINE NOT KNOWING THE CONTEXT #i'll leave you mortals here to rot xxxxxx #my boyfriend #petunia mulaney

[childotkw]

Qu’aurait été la vue de Hadrian si il était à la place de harry canon ? Et inversement pour Harry canon ? Qu’aurait penser pétunia de la manière dont elle a élever Hadrian ? Aurait t’elle eu pitié de lui même si c’est un sorcier ? Aurait t’elle chercher à intervenir dans sa vie ?

What would Hadrian’s sight have been if he were Harry Potter? And vice versa for canon!Harry? What would Petunia think of the way she raised Hadrian? Would she have felt sorry for him even if he was a wizard? Would she try to intervene in her life?

His sight? Like eyesight? He would probably still have glasses. The only reason Lily got him potions to fix his eyesight in CS was because she saw it as a weakness and with glasses he reminded her too much of James. I think Petunia would take some exceptions with how Lily raised Hadrian. For all that she is an awful woman, Petunia has a very specific idea of how a mother should raise their child - which is by no means a good way, but the point remains. 

She would have probably said something if she was in anyway connected to Lily and Hadrian. But this is also the woman who happily let her nephew live in a cupboard and treated like a slave so I wouldn’t hold out much hope for her.

#anonymous #consuming shadows

[ao3feed-snape]

Halloween chez les moldus en 1970

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kKT74V

by sleepyanger

Si le pire souvenir du Professeur Rogue a pu éclater au grand jour, sans qu'on lui demande son avis; son meilleur, en revanche, a toujours demeuré près de lui, et de lui seul. Si l'amour qu'il a porté à Lily a pu faire de sa vie une longue marche dans la nuit, ce souvenir a été comme une chaude lanterne, qu'il n'a jamais laissée bien loin de son cœur. Plongeons un instant dans les meilleurs jours de Severus Rogue, Sev, dont la saison préférée restera toujours l'automne.

Words: 4396, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Français

Series: Part 1 of Snivellus Greasy

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley, Eileen Prince, Tobias Snape

Relationships: Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape

Additional Tags: Halloween, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Bromance, Canon Compliant

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kKT74V

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

[makokoblogs]

✨ Really

“if you really, really love me tell me.” - BLACKPINK (REALLY)

2MUCH EVENT | C’EST LA VIE | TROPIX | SINCHI | FURTACOR | SKOLL | NAANAA

✨ FEATURING ✨

C’EST LA VIE - WIWI HAIR (UNRIGGED)

TROPIX - OLE FACTORY PARTS  ✨LEVEL EVENT

SINCHI - MYA COLLECTION (FULLPACK) (PACK INCLUDES 5 DIFFERENT VERSION OF ANIMATION, BREATHING AND STATIC POSES) ✨KAWAII PROJECT

✨ 2MUCH EVENT ✨  

FURTACOR - PETUNIA SET (MAITREYA | LEGACY | ISIS | FREYA | HOURGLASS)

SKOLL - HURT (BOM) (BRUISES, SCARS AND WOUNDS)

NAANAA - LEANA EARRINGS

✨ CREDITS ✨

✨ LEFT:

C’EST LA VIE - WIWI HAIR 

FETCH - CRESSIDA NECKLACE

FURTACOR -  PETUNIA SET ✨2MUCH EVENT

SKOLL - HURT #HEADBRUISE HARSH ✨2MUCH EVENT

NAANAA -  LEANA EARRINGS ✨2MUCH EVENT

SINCHI - MYA COLLECTION #4 STATIC POSE ✨KAWAII PROJECT

✨ RIGHT:

BLUME - THE MAKO HAT 

BONBON - MAVIS HAIR

M.BIRDIE - LOTTIE LOOK GACHA #NECKLACE A-2 | #PANTS3 | #TOP2

MEMOIRE - VAR GACHA SNEAKERS #WHITE

✨ SCENE ✨

TROPIX -  OLE FACTORY PARTS  ✨LEVEL EVENT

TROPIX// OLE FACTORY PARTS - RARE 01

TROPIX// OLE FACTORY PARTS - RARE 02

TROPIX// OLE FACTORY PARTS  - COMMON 01

TROPIX// OLE FACTORY PARTS POST GRUP - COMMON 10

TROPIX// OLE FACTORY PARTS BARREL GRUP - COMMON 08

TROPIX// OLE FACTORY PARTS TUN GRUP - COMMON 09

TROPIX// OLE FACTORY PARTS CEMENT GRUP - COMMON 04

[blog-melacque-role]

Emmeline 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔.

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　 　　 　　　 　　 　　　　　　 ₂₀ 　 ʟᴜɢʟɪᴏ 　 ₁₉₇₇ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 ↷　#001　𝗏𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖾. 　 Con Marlène a farsi una nuotata nel lago scozzese del quale Sirius ignora tutto ciò che un comune babbano, armato di cartina, saprebbe snocciolare su due piedi, si sente finalmente libero di starsene rintanato in tenda a crogiolarsi nel dolore che, da giorni, si ostina non solo a reprimere ma anche a mettere a dura prova! Si è a malapena alzato per dare il buongiorno a tutto il gruppo, quella mattina, prima di correre nuovamente al riparo della sua confortevole branda. Debole e stanco, se non collassa nel mondo dei sogni è unicamente perché il pulsare delle contusioni lo tiene sveglio. Quello, e pensieri di varia natura ma con il medesimo, inconfondibile intento, di privarlo anche della salute mentale.

Unirsi ad un viaggio, in segreto, portandosi dietro, per di più, la sorella nevrotica della sua compagna di Grifondoro, non era stata una brillante idea. Specie perché quella pazzia gli era costata una notevole ricaduta. Per questo non poteva farne parola; le McKinnon lo avevano rimesso in sesto con fatica e lui buttava tutto all'aria per cocciutaggine. Perché saperla sola, con Lily, dispersa chissà dove... di quei tempi non era ammissibile.

Dev'essersi anche preso l'influenza, o qualcosa; perché non fa che tossire, sicché a star sdraiato non ce la fa più e si alza, scalzo, per andare nella zona comune a sonnecchiare seduto sul divano. Qui trova Emmeline a gironzolare nella zona della cucina. Si sono già visti prima per cui non la saluta e si butta solo sul divano sfatto tanto quanto lui: tra pantalone del pigiama arrotolato una gamba sì e l'altro no, maglietta sbrindellata e capelli arruffati, manca solo la riga del cuscino sul volto a renderlo perfetto come vittima di un lupo mannaro. 　　« Stai facendo il tè? » domanda ad occhi chiusi; testa abbandonata contro lo schienale.

Emmeline Emmeline, quando si è svegliata per la seconda volta quella mattina, ha realizzato contemporaneamente tre cose: è più tardi del solito, Remus (conoscenza) le ha lasciato un bigliettino in cui velocemente ci sono scritte le parole ‘cibo’, ‘pane’ e ‘alcool’ unite da verbi incomprensibili che forse vogliono comunicarle che è andato in paese con alcuni degli altri – non si sa chi, non si sa quando- per fare provviste. Emmeline ha ringraziato il cielo per il non essere stata svegliata quando, dopo colazione, si è riappisolata sul divano. Dorme così male, nell’ultimo mese e mezzo, da far sembrare ogni piccola pennichella rubata come vero e proprio oro. Senza contare che si è rintanata lì, con addosso una coperta, perché oggi le sembra particolarmente umido. Certo, nella tenda magica la temperatura è sempre stabilmente piacevole, ma quando aveva messo fuori il capo e vista la nebbiolina mattutina farsi più insistente del solito sul lago, ha recitato un ‘nope’ a mezza voce, tornando dentro e abbandonandosi al lusso dell’ozio. Si è svegliata perché ha sentito qualcosa. Non sa cosa, inizialmente. Si mette seduta, realizzando che oltre alla coperta, addosso ha anche un maglione di Remus, che si infila in tempo zero, prima di alzarsi, infilando le pantofole. Realizza solo a questo punto, mentre sta legando un crocchio di capelli sul capo come una vera casalinga disperata, da dove provenga la fonte del rumore. Qualcuno sta tossendo con l’intensità di un vero leone! E quel qualcuno lo sta facendo dalla zona dove dormono le ragazze. Ora, per quando Marlène e Petunia (conoscenza) siano incredibilmente forti e determinate agli occhi di Emmeline, dubita che sia una delle due giovani ad avere quella sorta di caverna catarrosa nel petto. Rimane quindi il loro inquilino occasionale, Sirius. In effetti, non lo ha visto molto bene quella stessa mattina. Pallido come un morto, con la bocca impastata e una magra colazione per gli standard di un adolescente medio di diciassette anni. Va da sé che Emmeline è anche a conoscenza del fatto che Sirius è sottotono dall’inizio di quella vacanza e per quanto lui possa fare il coglione (ruolo che se si impegna, calza con una maestria assolutamente innata, soprattutto con James e Remus come spalle), non è il solito Sirius. Forse psicologicamente, ma senza ombra di dubbio fisicamente. Delle ferite che ha riportato, Emmeline sa poco o niente. Non ha chiesto molto né a lui né a Marlene. Ha dato per scontato che sapesse gestire la guarigione, vista la sua partecipazione alle vacanze di gruppo, ma poi si ritrova a pensare che magari e solo /magari/, Sirius se ne è altamente sbattuto le scatole ed era partito lo stesso. Sospira e si alza, prendendo la bacchetta e rassettando coperta e tavolo, lasciato in modo un po’ disgraziato durante la colazione. Accende anche il fuoco sotto al pentolino dell’acqua, prendendo la sua borsa con le scorte per metter insieme un infuso che possa far passare quella brutta tosse al moro. Non ha nemmeno bisogno di portargliela a letto però. Il ragazzo arriva da solo e si spalma sul divano come del formaggio fuso su una fetta di pane. Sembra passato sotto un branco di ippogrifi impazziti. Emmeline gli si avvicina, appoggiando il miele di agave sul tavolo. «Sì, sto preparando qualcosa del genere », gli dice, sedendosi sopra al bracciolo del divano. Senza avvisare ne altro, fa scivolare la mano sotto ai capelli di Sirius, sulla fronte, così da sentire la sua temperatura. « Vediamo che tipo di morbo di sei preso. Peste? Sifilide? Tubercolosi?», dice scherzando, alleviando così il clima di morte che Sirius si trascina dietro.

Sirius Sirius, al contrario di Emmeline, dorme benissimo quei giorni. Dev’essere stato capace di farlo persino da in piedi. Perché, ad esempio, che ci sia un paese cui far rifornimento, lì nei pressi di dove sono accampati, lo ignora totalmente. E questo ha dell’incredibile, perché allora come crede che passino il tempo, gli altri? Alternando bagni nel lago a scampagnate nella foresta? Non è lecito sapere. Ha la mente tanto annichilita, che si limita a registrare ciò che vede e ad incasellarlo nel suo scaffale della memoria, dando così la parvenza, a se stesso, e a chi lo circonda, di essere connesso con la realtà. Parlare con la testa tirata indietro a quel modo, comunque, gli provoca una scarica incontenibile di tosse che lo piega in due; vittima di un cruciatus. Ciocche di capelli gli dondolano sul viso, e la mano stretta a pugno, che si intravede solo, da quella zazzera scura, pare compiere lo sforzo di comprimersi su se stessa, per far sì che cessino i lavori nella sua catarrosa caverna(-cit). Sirius irrazionalmente quasi ci spera; in tal modo, oltre a risolverebbe il suo problema - a cui comincia a far seguito un attufamento generale - si farebbe anche inventore di una nuova pratica di magia curativa. Fuori delle coperte, non essendosi preparato a quella manciata di gradi di scarto, i primi brividi risalgono lungo le sue braccia. Al che, udendo solo la Corvonero camminare, perché gli occhi sono ancora adombrati dalle palpebre calanti, decide di sistemarsi meglio il pigiama e, sopratutto, di sedersi a gambe incrociate, in modo da nascondere i piedi scalzi; scatenerebbero, ne è certo, una predica di quelle degne della Evans agli albori della sua carriera di prefetto. Sirius si è sempre ritenuto fortunato a non essere stato smistato in Corvonero; Emmeline dev’essere stata mille volte peggio. « Divertente » il tono suggerisce la pensi diversamente ma la verità, messa a nudo dalla conseguente difficoltà a contrastare un’ostruzione alle vie respiratorie, è che ha avuto un moto di riso. « Nessuna delle tre, è il freddo. » Risponde così perché quest’ultimo è divenuto, nel giro di qualche minuto, protagonista indiscusso dei suoi pensieri. La mano della ragazza, a contatto della sua fronte, gli era parsa fatta di ghiaccioli. Sente, analizzando meglio le sue condizioni, lo stesso alone di morte che a sua insaputa percepisce anche la giovane; ma dentro. Lo riconduce a quando, ad Hogwarts, si è fatto attraversare da una dozzina di fantasmi al galoppo.

Emmeline Emmeline non ha studiato mai un solo libro per diventare medimaga. Le è passato per la mente, a un certo punto della sua carriera scolastica, perché è dannatamente brava con le pozioni e le erbe medicinali. Però non potrebbe mai fare il medimago, perché le persone che stanno male, per osmosi, fanno stare male anche lei. Infatti Emmeline si accorge che la tosse di Sirius somiglia a quella da bronchite, tanto è profonda. Da vicino è quasi impressionante. Poi, nota il suo rabbrividire a contatto con la sua mano e sapendo che non si tratta di un brivido di piacere – Emmeline difficilmente crederà mai di essere essere stata guardata anche una sola volta di sbieco da Sirus Black e dal canto suo, ormai, le parrebbe quasi incesto – lo cataloga come freddo. Ha la bacchetta ancora nella mano, così appella una coperta con un incanto non verbale e la appoggia sulle spalle di Sirius. Non è la sola cosa che ha notato però. Si sporge verso di lui, a pochi millimetri dalla sua faccia, coprendogli un istante la bocca con la mano per studiare i suoi occhi. E ovviamente ignora quello che ha detto, non lo ha proprio sentito concentrata come è, ma lo cataloga come del potenziale sarcasmo ‘bitchy’ e prosegue. Le arriva solamente la seconda frase, così arrotola per bene quella coperta attorno a lui, manco volesse occultarne il cadavere. Poi lo guarda un attimo. « I tuoi occhi…. Ti si stanno rompendo i capillari, hai la tosse da troppo. Per quella basterà l’infuso che ti sto preparando ora. Per la febbre dovrei avere un decotto portentoso…» Emmeline, di base, è un po’ rompicoglioni. Ma non quando è preoccupata. In quel caso, non avendo mai avuto fratelli o sorelle ed essendo sempre stata la piccolina di casa, sviluppa una sorta di sindrome della mamma chioccia. Poi ammettiamolo, Sirius fa un po’ tenerezza. Tornando indietro nel tempo, a quando al terzo anno ha assistito per la prima volta a una performance del moro durante una partita, non dagli spalti ma come titolare nel ruolo di battitore, ricorda solamente i suoi capelli neri corvini risplendere sotto la luce del sole e quello sguardo fiero… Poi un bolide di ritorno l’ha centrata precisamente in mezzo agli occhi, con una precisione da cecchino babbano, interrompendo bruscamente la storia. « Lo avresti mai detto?» , gli chiede, prendendo la borsa e sedendosi accanto a lui. È piccola, ma si sente il tintinnare di centinai di provette e boccette lì dentro. « Io, te, una tenda e un po’ di tisi» , prosegue, mentre il tono vagamente malizioso va completamente a scemare nella stupida battuta che ne consegue. A stare con loro sta diventando ugualmente scema. Afferra una boccetta piena di un liquido intenso marroncino e la appoggia accanto a sé sul divano, guardando l’altra cosa che regge nella mancina. Sembra una scatolina, dentro contiene una crema un po’ spumosa. Un prodotto dal negozio di sua madre, niente che lei sappia fare. « Dimmi, signor Black… Quando tossisci ti fa male il petto perché magari hai qualche ferita, lì sopra?» La butta sulla leggera, non dando particolare importanza a quella frase. Perché non vuole che Sirius debba necessariamente mostrarsi vulnerabile di fronte a lei. Parlandone come parlerebbe del tempo minimizza il fatto che il ragazzo è quasi morto, un mese e qualche giorno prima. Ormai è successo, ricordarlo o rimproverarlo di essere lì, in quel momento, invece di curarsi della sua salute, non sarebbe produttivo. Hanno un’intera vita per recriminarsi le cose, non è il momento di colpire basso. Però, se ha qualche ematoma o qualche taglio, magari causa di una maledizione, deve fargli male e allora va curato. Non possono continuare a curarsi con il Whiskey Incendiario, dopotutto!

Sirius Con il senno del poi, è felice di non aver mai dato adito al suo 𝑖𝑜 vizioso di infettare, anche sotto l’aspetto carnale il rapporto con la Corvonero - già di sé non equilibrato, poiché a causa di Sirius si sono avvicinati con pretesti quali: corruzione e ricatto. Di allusioni in verità ne ha lanciate, in passato; più volte si è addirittura divertito ad invadere il suo spazio personale con l’intento di suscitarle imbarazzo. Ma non è mai andato oltre. Non fa una piega quando lei cela le sue labbra ed arriva a far sfiorare le punte dei loro nasi, solo per fissarlo intensamente, ed inquietantemente, crede lui, nei bulbi oculari. Di male non ci vede nulla. Ha solo paura di dover tossire e vuole evitare di farle avere un vis a vis anche con i suoi batteri. Si tira indietro, scuotendo il capo per togliersi i capelli dalla faccia, appena crede abbia avuto tempo a sufficienza per portare a termine la sua indagine. Ed ecco che Emmeline svela ciò che era andata cercando. « Con quella bocca baci il mio amico? » riesce a scherzare malgrado la spossatezza; l’immagine dei capillari rotti lo raccapriccia. « Febbre? Merlino » si lascia andare contro lo schienale portandosi dietro la coperta - non ha avuto scelta, infagottato come si ritrova. Spera vivamente che tutte le misture di cui la ragazza sta blaterando servino a qualcosa. Ci pensa su con un velo di disperazione, mentre la guarda affranto; combattendo preventivamente con il saporaccio, garantito, cui andrà incontro. Mette sul piatto della bilancia anche le visite al bagno, inevitabili, dopo quella dieta di liquidi. È quasi tentato di darsela a gambe. Probabilmente il vero obiettivo è quello di vendicarsi degli anni passati. Cosa a cui naturalmente il Grifondoro non crede neanche lontanamente, malgrado il pensiero venutosi a formulare in automatico nella sua mente, con ironia. Difatti le è silenziosamente grato di tutte quelle premure ricevute senza neppure l’ombra di un rimprovero. « Non l’avrei mai detto, no » cosa ci possa far mai, con tutte quelle fiale che sente muoversi all’interno della borsa, Sirius se lo chiede aggrottando la fronte, ma non proferisce parola. « Potrebbe darsi. » È vago, perché il contenuto brunastro adagiato da lei sul tavolo, in una piccola ma minacciosa boccetta, teme possa avere a che spartire con la domanda. Ad esimersi totalmente dal rispondere non riesce, però; Emmeline lo ha fatto sentire coccolato ed al sicuro portandogli alla memoria episodi risalenti alla sua infanzia. E non si sente un granché vulnerabile a confermare le sue ipotesi. L’orgoglio, la fierezza, non scalpitano con lei; e va bene così. « Ma ancora non ho visto la mia “tisi” » con la testa va ad inclinarsi di lato, così da finire quasi appoggiata alla spalla di lei che, seduta li accanto, guarda con fittizio fare pretenzioso arcuando le sopracciglia. Come se le due questioni fossero state legate e lei avesse finto di ignorarlo pur di saltare, di proposito, dalla fase numero uno a quella numero due. Sfortunatamente la febbre non c'entra nulla con il suo argomentare contorto.

Emmeline Col senno di poi si è tutti saggi. Se anni fa le avessero detto che sarebbe riuscita ad entrare così tanto nella vita di Sirius Black avrebbe quasi pianto di felicità, perché per lei il loro rapporto – almeno inizialmente- è stato causa di forti frustrazioni. Non lo capiva. Ci provava, ma non lo capiva. Il suo comportamento ambiguo la lasciavano sempre stupita. Poi aveva realizzato che tutte le mosse del corvino erano probabilmente finalizzate a farsi fare i compiti. Arrivati a dove sono arrivati, non ha più uno straccio di importanza. È contenta di essere sua amica molto di più di quanto lo sarebbe stata nell’essere una sua avventura. Sirius è maturato moltissimo, soprattutto nell’ultimo anno. Ha cominciato a capirlo e decisamente possono essere sono amici. Migliori amici, magari, ma niente di più. Soprattutto da quando ha iniziato a notare sempre di più Remus, Sirius ha perso un po’ di fascino ai suoi occhi. Ora che sta ‘larveggiando’ sul divano come se dovesse morire da un momento all’altro – che drammatici gli uomini, due linee di febbre e sono ko- poi, men che mai. Però fa tenerezza. « Non lo vuoi sapere cosa faccio con questa bocca», lo incalza, a sorpresa, con le labbra leggermente piegate in una curva maliziosa. Questa è probabilmente la battuta più sporca che abbia mai detto in vita sua a qualcuno che non sia Remus. Anche lei in fondo è cambiata. Avere una relazione l’ha fatta crescere e ha buttato in un angolo quella bambina imbarazzata per qualsiasi cosa. Poi sta parlando con Sirius Black, lo ripaga di anni e anni di allusioni. Certo, magari più velate, ciò che ha detto Emmeline non è interpretabile. « Nessuno avrebbe potuto dirlo. E io e te non siamo nemmeno così sconvolgenti come Lily e James nella stessa tenda senza esplosioni..» La vita è davvero imprevedibile. Emmeline è sempre stata convinta che sarebbero finiti assieme, quei due. perché la vita avvolte imiita i libri di narrativa, dove il ragazzo spregiudicato e che non segue le regole si innamora della giovane bacchettona e si raggiunge il compromesso, crescendo assieme. Invece sono cresciuti benissimo senza bisogno di stare assieme. Lily è molto meno rigida, visto il quantitativo di regole e restrizioni hanno infranto insieme e James è meno fuori di testa. Forse anche perché Sirius è diventato più maturo. O magari il contrario. O ancora, magari, sono loro due quelli che sono cresciuti assieme. Infondo sono sempre stati come fratelli. Versa il contenuto della boccetta in un bicchiere e lo allunga con dell’acqua di sorgente, prima di appoggiarlo sul tavolo, per lasciar respirare il decotto. Sirius lo potrà bere dopo, magari prima della tisana per la tosse. Però ovviamente ha un pessimo sapore. « Ah potrebbe, eh. Se hai delle ferite o dei lividi puoi dirmelo. Facciamo un patto infrangibile così non lo dirò a nessuno» , lo prende un poco in giro, sbuffando quindi divertita. Scuote piano il capo, Emmeline, mentre guarda questa gran canaglia che ora le si è appoggiata alla spalla come un cucciolo in cerca di coccole, ma con una faccia di bronzo niente male. Il braccio della bionda va a circondargli le spalle, mentre se lo sistema contro, sfregando piano il braccio da sopra alla coperta come se volesse scaldarlo. Emmeline è una via di mezzo fra una mamma e una sorella minore eccessivamente matura. E la cosa divertente è che è così minuta e bassa, da rendere bene l’idea di quanto Sirius debba sentirsi infreddolito. S’è fatto piccolo abbastanza per essere stretto. Appoggia la guancia alla sua fronte, sentendo decisamente meglio la temperatura e sì, è caldo, ma nemmeno poi così tanto. «Secondo me hai preso solo un po’ freddo » , sussurra pensierosa, continuando a passare la mano sul suo braccio, come se temesse di disturbarlo. « Con un giorno di riposo, ti riprenderai già. Ma non dovresti strafare…» Gli lascia un bacio sulla fronte, prima di appoggiare il capo al suo, guardando verso il tavolino. « Non pretendere troppo da te stesso, Sirius. Lo fai spesso, ma non dovresti. »

Sirius Ridacchia. Pensa sempre con nostalgia ai tempi in cui il migliore amico aveva occhi solo per la rossa. La sua amicizia - se così poteva definirsi - con Petunia, è nata grazie a questa ossessione. Non avrebbe mai spedito una lettere alla Evans, durante l’estate del primo, se James non avesse passato l'anno a sbavare dietro la ragazzina. Come sono passati dal farsi gli occhioni dolci, al non potersi più vedere, al riuscire a stare sotto lo stesso tetto senza uccidersi, per Sirius è un mistero che non va approfondito. Rimanere in superficie è alla base di una vita serena. Chi scende in profondità ha tempo da perdere, ed è vittima dell’ennesimo luogo comune che vede l’uomo, e la sua interiorità, al centro di un universo del quale è forse materia più insignificante. « Se » quasi la vede andare a spifferare tutto a Marlene. Non dubita della fedeltà della Corvonero. Le affiderebbe la sua stessa vita. Proprio per questo però, metterla al corrente circa le sue ferite, non equivarrebbe propriamente al passare quei giorni di vacanza in tranquillità. Anche mettendo caso stesse sbagliando, a dare per scontato che farebbe comunella con la McKinnon, lei gli darebbe comunque il tormento, da sola. Così come faceva l’altra, da che lui l’aveva raggiunti. Quindi Sirius si ritroverebbe a dar retta a due campane che suonano la stessa canzone. E no grazie. Con ogni filo che tira riesce a recargli giovamento. Lui, che schivava i baci dei parenti come schiantesimi, rimane a farsi cullare dalla Vance senza ritegno. Un po' di disagio lo prova ma è nulla confronto al sollievo. Sicché tutte le noie intangibili che solcano la sua zona t, neppure si spreca di contemplarle. Solo di una ne sfiora il peso: Marlene, pensa, dev'essere più comoda. Ad occhio e croce. « -questo non è mai successo. » « Mmmh » ci sente ovattato. Corresponsabili: la febbre; le carezze; il senso di protezione e la voce calma, rilassante, della ragazza. « Si colpa del freddo » asseconda. Ha la forza di fare solo questo; e poi, a svalutare i suoi malanni è bravo. Farebbe passare un emorragia per una piccola perdita di sangue. Gli occhi li ha chiusi “un attimo”, di non ricorda più quanti attimi fa; per parlare con l’amica non gli sarebbe servito tenerli aperti; tantomeno per ingurgitare questa o quell’altra pozione; erano tutte attività designate alla bocca - sudice tanto quanto quelle con cui si dilettava Emmeline delle quali, aveva ben suppost, Sirius non volesse saper nulla. Ed è stato letteralmente un lanciarsi tra le braccia di hypnos. Le dolci parole premurose di lei le recepisce; vanno a conciliare il suo sonno. Ma per rispondere è troppo tardi.

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PETUNIA

Femelle, née le 24/05/2019

Vaccins à jour, FIV-/FELV-, stérilisation à ses  6 mois.

Identification par puce électronique n° 250268732641842

Elle attend sa famille pour la vie depuis le 24/05/2019

PETUNIA est une chatonne bien dans ses pattounes. Elle est téméraire, joueuse et câline. Elle est un petit peu plus distante que ses soeurs et sera peut être un peu plus indépendante. 

Elle est encore avec sa maman, CELESTE, une chatte abandonnée qui s'est retrouvée errante dehors. Elle avait été recueillie en urgence avec sa portée de 5 chatonnes.

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Summary: Luke Hemmings was just 19 years old when he became a father to his little girl, Finley Elizabeth.

When his longtime girlfriend left the two of them shortly after Finley’s first birthday, Luke struggled to manage his life as a world known rockstar and a full-time dad.

Through the struggles the boys were there for him through it all.

Some just formed a better bond than others.

bloom (ao3) - calumhood (orphan_account) Calum/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: calum is too nervous to talk to the beautiful guy behind the flower shop counter.

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui, dans la vie (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Luke G, 3k

Summary: Michael and Luke just really like to hold hands, okay?

Come On Skinny Love, Just Last The Year (ao3) - senioritastyles Calum/Ashton G, 4k

Summary: "Daddy!" Evan calls, eyes wide as he looks just past Ashton.

Ashton barely has time to turn around before his cart crashes into someone else's, his distracted walking leading him right into the collision. He looks up to apologize as Evan quietly giggles next to him, somewhat hiding behind Ashton's legs, and Ashton is met with warm dark brown eyes and golden skin and a smiling stranger who doesn't seem even remotely miffed at Ashton. The stranger is beautiful really, it's the only way Ashton can think to describe him as he fumbles trying to find his voice.

Or: Ashton is a single dad and he meets Calum by chance.

Enchanted (ao3) - RoseAmaranth Luke/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: After realizing that his bandmates never got to go to their senior formal, Ashton decides to set up a little something in his house. And that's totally the only reason he has for wanting to host a private formal in his home. Yep.

even stars in the skies, they're wrong (ao3) - bellawritess Michael/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: “Can I stay?” Michael whispers, and Ashton nods, hoping that Michael will understand that this is a special circumstance, that Michael is a special circumstance, that Ashton wouldn’t let just anyone sit under the stars with him whilst he has an existential crisis.

Guess I was Running from Something (I Was Running Back to You) (ao3) - TheseEmptySoundsAndEndlessStories Luke/Calum G, 5k

Summary: Usually it’s Calum who offers to walk home with Luke and the night Luke does it, Calum takes a chance.

Halcyon (ao3) - TempestRising G, 7k

Summary: 5 times One Direction taught 5 Seconds of Summer a thing or two / 1 time they returned the favor.

He Looks So Perfect (ao3) - Emmybazy Luke/Calum G, 3k

Summary: It’s not creepy to have a crush on someone you’ve never spoken to. It’s not. Right?

Or, Luke and Calum take the same subway to work.

Hold For All Eternity (ao3) - senioritastyles Luke/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: Luke works at the new penguin exhibit and Ashton asks him out.

Summary: Luke works at the new penguin exhibit and Ashton asks him out.

i feel the wind in my hair, chasing after you (ao3) - hideforalifetime Luke/Ashton G, 18k

Summary: Luke works more than he should, is paid less than he should be for the amount of hours he works, goofs off at lunch with Calum, goes home to his dog Petunia in the evening and watches whatever’s on HBO. Then he does it all over again. And he’s sick of it. He wants a change. He wants to be the guy he was in college, free of all worries like rent and bills and all that bullshit. Just walking from class to the dorm to the bar, and every weekend, he’d go off on his own, just him and his motorbike.

Or, the one where workaholic, control freak biker Luke Hemmings meets the most laid back guy he's ever seen. And he's hot, which is a plus.

It’s a hell of a ride (ao3) - petalrock Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum G, 3k

Summary: “We ride at noon,” Ashton informs him, eyes idly tracking Luke’s aerial trajectory. “Are you in or not, Hemmings?”

Luke’s no trips on his tongue. He knows that Ashton is using his last name on purpose to make him feel older and cooler. Sadly, self-awareness doesn’t stop it from working. It’s stupid that this trick still gives him cotton mouth. Still, it’s gonna take more than a nickname to convince Luke to trespass on private city-owned property in broad daylight.

Ashton seems to know this, because he says, “You can ride with me.”

And hell, if that doesn’t sway Luke immediately.

'I wasn't expecting that' (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael Calum/Ashton G, 10k

Summary: On his sixteenth birthday, Ashton gets his soul mate tattoo, and it's everything he hoped for. Even is his soul mate does sound a little bit sarcastic and snarky. A few months later, on the other side of Australia, Calum woke up on his sixteenth birthday with his soul mate tattoo. And needless to say, it's everything he hoped it wasn't. 'What colour even are your eyes?' 'Wait, you’re a boy? You’re meant to be a girl.’

or when Calum and Ashton have waited for there soul mate tattoos for so long and what they get isn't what either of them expected. they aren't what each other expected either...

my secrets are burning a hole through (my heart) (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Calum G, 4k

Summary: Calum breaks up with his girlfriend because he's in love with his best friend, Luke. They don't talk until one night, Calum drunk dials.

never be (ao3) - radiance OT4 G, 4k

Summary: luke, calum, michael and ashton all work on the hemmings' farm during the summer.

sand falling through my fingers (ao3) - deserteyes Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton G, 669

Summary: Ashton does some thinking while filming the Complete Mess music video.

Somebody I Don't Know (ao3) - MCRmyGeneral Michael/Calum G, 7k

Summary: Calum walks into his unlocked apartment to find someone sitting on his couch cuddling Duke. Which is not unusual; his friends all have keys.

Except that Calum has absolutely no idea who this guy is, or why he’s in his apartment hugging his dog.

songbird (ao3) - lemoncheerios Luke/Calum G, 1k

Summary: A writing session goes stale, and Luke finds something else to do.

What More Can I Do? I Am Still Painting Flowers For You (ao3) - orphan_account Calum/Ashton, Michael/Luke G, 8k

Summary: Ashton, Michael's roommate, moves into Calum's town and Calum just might be falling for him. So hard that he needs to keep track of how much he actually is and Michael just seems to be a little too smitten over Luke Hemmings, Ashton's housemate.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #general #general masterlist #masterlists

[readatmidnight]

It’s been a while since my last update since most of April and May left me with very little time for blogging. I just wanted to do a quick catch up on what I’ve been reading and what I plan to read in the coming month.

What I’ve Read

Almost 100% of the reading I’ve done in the past two months have been done via audiobook. Bless them for enabling me to finish all these novels while I completed my chores or during my morning commute, I would have fell into a book slump without them. I know at the beginning of the year I said I would cancel my Scribd account, but since I read so much via audio now, the set up is working great for me.

These aren’t even in chronological reading order because I am a Mess.

Daisy Jones and The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid ★★★★☆ This novel is best enjoyed via audiobook, sorry I don’t make the rules. TJR has a way of making her characters feel so raw and real, if I didn’t know any better I would have been searching for the discography of Daisy Jones & The Six after completing this novel. Epistolary novels don’t always work for me (see: Illuminae), because I sometimes find it hard to connect to the story. 100% not the case here, and I loved how utterly flawed everyone was allowed to be. To tell the truth, I didn’t like most of them, but they sure captured my imagination.

The Dragon Republic by R. F. Kuang ★★★★ HELLO IS ANYONE SURPRISED I AM COMPLETE TRASH FOR THIS BOOK. NO? OK. Ahem. With complete objectivity, this book was a stunning follow-up to The Poppy War. It’s more introspective, it deals with PTSD, it brings in all of the threads that complicates and muddies the war Rin is waging on Nikara and with herself. The ending left me literally reeling and screaming in random DMs for weeks. I still have not completely stopped and I fear I will never be coherent again. Give me book three or give me death.

Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey ★★★★☆ I finished this book about two hours ago and edited the post to include it. Although it contained the familiar tropes like a magical school, a jaded private detective, a dark prophecy, a hidden world of mages, a murder mystery – Magic for Liars combined them in a way that kept the plot fresh and engaging. Imagine if Aunt Petunia never married Vernon Dursley but instead became a private investigator – who’s then called back to Hogwarts to unravel a murder, with Lily as one of the professors on tenure. Except better, because the character work in this book is freaking top notch. Just go read it OK, this is the gay and messy magical school we all deserve.

The Devouring Gray by Christine Lynn Herman ★★★★☆ Billed as The Raven Cycle meets Stranger Things, this is one of those rare instances where the book matches the comp perfectly. While I found the pacing to be slow, I thought it suited this character-driven story. It’s all about families and legacies and finding your own paths despite the weight of all that history. I adored all of the characters, especially Harper – my sworld-wielding warrior queen. I cannot wait to see the sequel and watching how entangled relationships will develop.

Wicked Saints by Emily A. Duncan ★★☆☆☆ I love the idea of hate-to-love, especially with a villain love-interest, so that’s what initially drew me to this book. When I learned that the heroine could converse with the gods, I got even more excited. Alas, it was a bit of a missed opportunity. I saw shadows of a fanfic-worthy broody bad boy in every scene with Malachiasz. I can understand insta-attraction, what I can’t understand is how poorly the character and relationship development was done. The stars are wholly reserved for Serefin, my drunken drama-queen and the only part of this novel I enjoyed.

We Hunt The Flame by Hafsah Faizal ★★★☆☆ I expected this to be a five star read, so while it was good, I am disappointed I didn’t love it more. The prose were gorgeous and I am definitely checking out whatever Hafsah Faizal writes next. However, the writing style’s penchant for beautiful metaphors sometimes felt jarring with the pacing of the book. While I liked the characters indivdually, I didn’t feel compelled by any relationships aside from the one shared between Altair and Nasir in the beginning. I’m definitely in the minority with my lukewarm response to this title, though – there are tons of fans so don’t be put off by my review.

Verity by Colleen Hoover ★☆☆☆☆ The sole star is for the fact that while the plot of this book was so improbable it veered into farcical, it was a page-turner. Toxic relationships is the bread-and-butter of crime, but there was something particularly tasteless about the way adultery and marriage was depicted in this book. Partly due to the casual nonchalance that CoHo tends to dismiss cheating, but also because even with my few remaining brain cells I could still figure out the plot was BS. The way disability was handled in this novel also left a lot to be desired, and the ‘twist’ at the end disappointed me so much I wanted to hurl this book into the sun. This was 7 hours of my good life wasted.

The Bride Test ★★★★★ I cannot remain calm or objective about Helen’s books, I love them completely – because they’re unabashedly Vietnamese, because they’re proudly diasporic, because they’re filled with characters who feel so real I’m mildly miffed we’re not invited to their weddings. Khai and Esme slowly but surely stole my heart over a course of a long haul international flight. I laughed and cried and went through all of the emotions of first love. Along with its powerful emotional resonance, The Bride Test also offered sharp societal critique on the accessibility of the American Dream. These books are so special to me and I am so glad we have more Helen content to look forward to for years to come.

Ruse ★★★★☆ This is the second and final instalment to Cindy Pon’s high-octane and prescient eco-dystopia – if you haven’t read Want, go visit your local bookshop right now and change this immediately. The bar is raised with Ruse, from the character development, the scope of the world, and the ever heightened stake. I loved seeing the gang again, even though Cindy did not pull any punches when it came to making my children suffer. It was such a satisfying and well-earned conclusion.

Wilder Girls ★★★★☆ Whew, this book was harrowing and intense. It felt dangerous and unknowable, with the plot constantly shifting right under my feet – just as the physical world in the book warps and distorts everything from plants to landscape to school-girls. I read it in a rush over two days because I could not put it down. If you’re after a novel with ride-or-die friendship and sapphic romance, this is one to keep an eye out for.

Red, White, and Royal Blue ★★★★★ I am completely bereft that Alex Claremont-Diaz and Prince Henry of Wales are not real people – for these two I would take up reading gossip magazines again. This book was rambunctious and as irrepressible as the passion that drives its main characters. The supporting cast are equally impressive, and I love the chemistry imbued into the various relationships in this novel. I can’t remember the last time I rooted so hard for fictional characters to overcome and triumph. Although we can’t have Claremont 2020, can we please please please get a Jude and Nora spin-off instead?

Looks like romance is my new favourite genre, judging by my latest two five star reads. Please give me all the recs, but no mayo toxic romance please. I feel like whenever I stray from the usual diet of speculative fiction, I become very picky in which books I read – which tends to mean that I end up loving the ones I do pick up.

What I’m Reading

I usually have numerous books on the go because I have no self-control. I have two going at the moment, but this number will undoubtedly multiply before I have the chance to publish this post.

Foundryside by Robert Jackson Bennet – I am about 5 hours into the audiobook and I am already completely charmed by this world and its characters! The rogue-archetype has always been one of my favourite fantasy trope, and to make it even better Santia comes with a snarky talking key. The world building is a marvel, especially the magic system and how it is manipulated by the characters and governing bodies within the novel. I also heard there is a budding sapphic romance in this one – I think I just met the love interest and I already love her as well. Very excited to continue on!

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong – I am three chapters into this novel and it’s already taken my very soul apart. Written by a Vietnamese-American son for his illiterate mother, it’s part-meditation and part-confessional on PTSD, inherited trauma, and how a you learn to communicate with a mother-tongue you can barely speak. I am ready for it completely wreck me.

I forgot that I am technically still reading The Priory of the Orange Tree but I am so exhausted with this brick at this point in time, I’m not sure I will ever finish it. The world building (West and East dragon mythology), and the characters (sapphic Queens and her bodyguard) had so much potential – but I kept feeling like an emotional weight was missing.

What I’m Planning to Read

I am an expert is making up TBR and then not sticking to them. So to save myself the embarrassment here’s two I am definitely reading this month, the rest is c’est la vie.

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson I know y’all keep saying that Enchantment of Ravens is lame because it has no plot but I loved Rook and Isobel with all my heart OK. I know nothing about this one except that it has a librarian babe (maybe?). Therefore, I am very excited.

Spin the Dawn by Elizabeth Lim This is part of the Caffeine Book Tours that Shealea organised (thank you!!). This is one of my most anticipated read of this year because fashion and East Asian fantasy? Relevant to my interest. I think we can all agree that this is the best cover of 2019. I want this illustrator to draw my life.

What are you reading and what are you all up to? I miss you!! Hope you’re going to have an amazing month and Happy Pride everyone!!

June Reading Updates It's been a while since my last update since most of April and May left me with very little time for blogging.

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Elevage Cavalier King Charles Nous avons changé le nom de elevage de cavalier king charles de temps en temps avec un coton-tige et le brosser régulièrement surtout les oreilles sa poitrine et ses pattes...

#cavalier #charles #elevage #king

[sophiepowers]

ALSO HAVE I TOLD U THAT I ADORE PETUNIA SHE'S SO CUTE WTH

La vie Petunia, oh mon dieu!

#do u know where this is from if you do you are good fan!! #chloe tag #petunia #petrlosingwendy #askah