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furiosopetalo · 8 months

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mas weona que las palomas

#wena nasley

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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Day Eight: Another Rainy Day

Character: Hermione Granger

b's halloween 31 day bash m.masterlist

a/n: ayoo day eight and I love mione too much to not have her for this one.

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Feet rested on your lap as you were placed on the couch Gryffindor common room. A page flipped between your fingers. Your own feet were intertwined with a blanket as well as the legs of the girl across from you.

Hermione's placement was similar to yourselves. A book in her hand as she scanned across the printed ink.

The pitter patter of rain sounded against the window as the fire place shined in it's reflection. The storm was the main reason you were here in the first place.

At the previous quidditch game it began to rain even before the ten minute mark. The result of sticking it out without a jacket was you and Mione receiving matching colds, trapping you both inside in the process. So as the rest of your house mates sat on the bleachers getting soaked you sat inside by the warm crackling fireplace.

Not gonna lie from the amount of alone time you've got to spend with the girl next to you, you weren't that upset about the sickness. Hermione's sneezes were the cutest thing ever and more than once she snuggled into your side for warmth.

Peaking at her from behind your book you smiled. The tip of her nose was red and her body was swaddled under the covers. Her eyes darted up and met yours. She quirked a brow in question.

"Would you like to make some tea?" You asked, your voice slightly gravely and nasley. Nodding Hermione sighed and set the object in hand aside. Standing up you held out a hand for her to grasp. She took it gently, pulling herself up, taking the blanket with.

Together you both waddled down the hall wrapped in the comforter.

#halloween 22 #hermione granger oneshot #hermione imagine #hermione x reader #hermione granger fanfiction #hermione granger x reader

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amomivida-4 · 5 years

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I LOVE MY LIFE 4

This is the last chapter of this exciting story, do not miss its interesting content, just click on this link....

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amomivida-2 · 5 years

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FORBIDDEN TO CRY.... A BEAUTIFUL HISTORY.....

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amomivida-3 · 5 years

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FORBIDDEN TO CRY, BEAUTIFUL HISTORY........

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avvocarlo · 3 years

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lmao the nasley voice of some dipshit with an australian flag banner on cod asking if I have a mic then throwing a fit when I don't and saying "oh and you support the LGBT fuck your fla" then rage quitting. should have heard him when we matched together again immediately after 😈

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kili-tdp · 5 years

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Hiding in the Basement

I was half-asleep when Leia came bursting back through the door, face flushed as though she’d been running, and eyes wide. I sat up slowly, my wounds still stiff and healing, and opened my mouth to ask her what was wrong, but she beat me to it.

“The guards are suspicious - apparently they’ve been searching for your body and didn’t find it, so now they’re searching all the houses to see if you’re hiding anywhere, and they’re almost done with the village so they’ll be hitting the farms soon -”

As though on cue, I heard the roll of hooves in the distance, and the faint gleam on the horizon was all I needed to see to know that the guards were already on the way here. Leia turned around to follow my gaze, and gasped.

“My parents had a hidden basement where they used to keep moonshine, here, you’ve gotta go in here…” she rushed to fiddle with a seemingly normal set of wooden planks on the floor, but they lifted up to reveal a set of stairs leading down into darkness. Then she turned to me, pulling me up off the bed and wrapping an arm around me to support me as I limped down the stairs. I glanced back at my wings, trying to fold them carefully so they fit through the narrow entrance to the basement.

The room was small, especially since I was used to seeing vast elven basements carved into the mountains with magic and advanced tools. This space was barely bigger than a closet, and I had to carefully shuffle and fold my wings even further to turn around so I was facing the entrance. Leia gently helped me to the floor, the stone colder than the wood above.

“Be as quiet as you can. I’ll try to get them out quickly.”

“Thank you,” I said earnestly, grabbing one of her hands and taking a moment to stare up into her deep brown eyes, trying to convey how truly grateful I was. She glanced away nervously, nodding in response and squeezing my hand before she headed back up to the house and closed the door behind her, sealing me in tomb-like darkness.

I held my breath as I heard the front door to the house squeak open just minutes later. The scratchy, nasley voices of the guards were still familiar from my run in with them weeks ago.

“We’re here to check everything and make sure nobody’s hidin’ here who isn’t supposed to be, lil miss.” There was a pause, and a grunt. “Eyy, you’re the bitch with the half elven stepdad, ain’t ya? Guess we better check this place out extra careful, heh.”

“Hey-!”

Leia was cut off, and I heard a sound like someone being shoved away into furniture. I balled my fists and almost started up the stairs, but then I heard the hollow thump of boots against the trapdoor. I backed against the wall, feeling my ears twitch down in fear. They had come so close to killing me last time. If they found me in this state-

The sound of boots moved away from me, and I let myself exhale silently and slide down to the floor. The violent sounds of men rummaging through furniture and rooms continued for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, they all gathered back at the front.

“Well, looks like you’re clean this time, miss, but we’ll be watching you.”

With that, the boots stormed out the door, and I heard the thunder of hooves retreating into the distance once more. I curled up in a ball, still not sure how to process what had just transpired. Not sure what to think of being lucky enough to escape with my life a second time.

The trap door swung open and I barely had time to shift my arms to my side before Leia was hurtling down the stairs, straight towards me, until her face was inches away from mine and I could see the glimmer of tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Kili… I thought they were going to… It was just like before…”

She couldn’t get out any more words before she broke down and started sobbing, shifting away from me at first before apparently changing her mind and pushing her face against my good shoulder, crying into my shirt and hair. I hesitated for a minute, surprised by this new turn of events, then slowly raised my arms and wrapped them around her small form. I stroked her head and shoulders, trying to soothe her. The combination of the events of before and this sudden closeness was making my heart pound.

She finally quieted down and pulled away for a moment, staring up into my eyes intensely.

“I was afraid they were going to take you away from me.”

I looked down, rolling her words over and over in my head for a few moments. Then I gave in and followed my heart.

“They won’t take me. They can’t. You’re smarter than anyone I’ve ever met, and I’m stronger than you realize.” I gave her a sly grin, reaching out to wipe the tears from her cheeks, my thumb slowing down as I noticed how smooth and soft her skin was. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch, and before I could take the time to think about it, we both moved forward in sync and our lips met, moving across each other in exploration of this new territory and new feeling. I tucked my hands behind her head and against the small of her back, pulling her closer to me. She, in turn, moved her hands up to run her thumbs along my jawline and neck. I deepened the kiss, and we continued on until we both had to come up for air.

There she was, in front of me, glowing like always with her cheeks flushed sunset pink. I drew my thumb across them once more, trying to memorize every curve of her face, take in every detail. She was so beautiful. I wondered at how the cosmos could have created a being this perfect. She gave me a playful, shy smile, then rested her head back on my chest, my arms wrapping around her protectively once more. We stayed like that, blissful and breathing in sync, until we both fell asleep together.

#tdp #the dragon prince #the dragon prince elves #skying elves #skywing #original characters

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isitstraightvodka · 6 years

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If you guys lived in the UK or US he'd laugh at you for how prominent your accent is when you're talking to other aussies or about Australia or when you're drunk or super passionate about something, there'd be so much poking fun at you for long vowels or abbreviations, it's exactly what you said with the perfect ratio of flirting to roast because as much as he'd make fun of you for it he'd loooove that nasley drawl and tell you constantly how pretty his name sounds from your lips -🇦🇺 anon

This is exactly why I want to be best friends with him, so he can roast my accent and I can roast his. Always picking out when yours sounds so much thicker in another country or when you’ve had a few drinks, and you do the same to him, when he sounds even more British than usual and he blushes and waves it off with a smile xx

#asks #anonymous #harry talk #🇦🇺 anon

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solar-nexus-blog · 6 years

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The agate in charge of the rock crystal, quartz, and other mass produced gems on earth. She has a peach quartz onterage. She speaks in a nasley voice and is generally considered to be an extremely annoying boss. A lot more sympathetic than holly blue, she does care quite a bit for her gems provided that they are not defective Gem type: agate Gem placement: nose Weapon: agate electric whip Diamond: pink -> yellow Persinality: Janice from friends but meaner. Quote: "how are you going to stop me? You're just a rock crystal, the lowest of the low. Prepare to answer for your crimes" Ask about her~◇

#apricot agate #peach quartz #gemsona #su homeworld #Homeworld gemsonas #pink rock crystal #agatesona

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obsidianmagpie · 6 years

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Headcanon time: Legacy

So this one goes to @usaagent and the Erskine legacy.

So during the years after Tommy Angelo became an informant for the FBI and left for Empire Bay under a new name, Dana decided to take a vacation: Traveling to Europe before the whole Hydra and WWII thing decided to go on, was the entire vacation dream. She traveled to everywhere she could. Then she landed in Augsburg. One day, she was at a cafe when she sat next to Erskine’s table. He was working on a series of notes for something about home growth or something, it was a long time ago. Erksine noticed when she pointed that out and was quick to fix the error, but it led to an entire conversation about human anatomy.

Every time the two met at the cafe, they often resumed and carried out various conversations ranging from philosophy and cultures of the world. There were times when they exchanged several words their respective homelands (Dana=Okinawan dialect, Erskine=German) Although the latter of the two was too old to even learn new languages. But it was fun and hilarious to try anyway.

Then...The war came, and for Dana, it meant leaving. But for Erskine, it meant escaping Hydra or worse the horrors yet to come. So Erskine and his family escaped with Dana. There were some close calls, but Dana was determined to help him and his family. At this time they had become conversational friends. Or attached in some way that unlocked the lock she placed on her heart. At this time she hadn’t learned to get better after Paulie’s death and the Salieri shitstorm. But she got them to New York, get situated with the money made smuggling alcohol with Sam, Tommy, and Paulie. Then she headed to Empire Bay to make sure nobody was trying mess with Tommy or his family, but she still kept in touch with Erskine through letters and providing feedback when needed. And he updated her on candidates and his philosophy of a man who could not only win the war but be a good man who continued to be a good man after the war and to stand up for the little people, like Dana.

Then...One day, she got a letter. Not from Erskine. His wife. Erskine had been killed when his dream came true. She attended the funeral.

So did Steve Rogers, right before he was shipped out. They never spoke a word to each other over Dana’s grave but she knew who he was. He was became the dream Erskine achieved, but the first was achieved. The later part became achieved when Isaiah Nasley took up the name ‘Captain America’ and continued helping the little people who needed it the most. She takes a close watch on the legacy Erskine, and the people who carry the dream in his name.

#usaagent #(A beginning of my tragic future)//Mafia 1 #what does the dream mean to me now?: Erskine Legacy #birdy headcanon/facts

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lazytown-headcanons · 7 years

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Pixle and ziggy tease stingy about how nasley and high piched his voice is compared to theirs but ziggy and stingy tease pixle about his voice cracking since he's going through puberty

Good headcanon!

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amomivida-4 · 5 years

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I LOVE MY LIFE 4....

A BEAUTIFUL HISTORY........

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scotttenormanaskblog · 6 years

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What Scott would sound like if he was a girl they gave him the voice of an old person heck she sounds less nasley his voice aged so badly (:

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johnniesthe1 · 6 years

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My parents told me to tell them everything, so I did. I told them how I feel, while they constantly told me that I could say anything and that my feelings mattered, yet it felt like I was still being put down. They told me to tell them what was on my mind, but my mind was everywhere, with a million things going on, telling me what to say or not to say that. I was only able to get a few statements here and there and even then I couldn’t look them in the eyes. Then my mom said something that made me feel even worse. “For the last 18 years, I thought I had raised you better.”

I have really bad anxiety with talking to people of a “higher status” or people that I respect, so during the whole time I was speaking to them, tears were welling up in my eyes, starting to overflow and slowly trickle down my face. As the tears started to fall, my voice became nasley and almost deep. It’s been well over three years since my depression has affected me, and it feels like it’s washing over my entire body right now. I feel like I am nothing. Something that’s just taking place up in the world. Something that’s useless. Nothingness. My sense of belonging has started to slip from me again. I am crying again, thinking to myself. Trying to grasp the situation better, but it’s still so jumbled. I feel like I don’t belong, I feel like I’m not loved, and a burden right now. Something, that I have not felt since I last tried to end my life. I’m relapsing again, and don’t want to tell the people I care for, because I don’t want to cause panic. I’m sorry, Tumblr, but my outlet was to let it out on a page where non of my friends of loved ones follow me on. I am... falling. I’m falling into the darkness and void that I never thought I’d fall back into. Back into the place that I tried so desperately to get out of.

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loose-sea · 7 years

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For the last year and a half I’ve been going to a psychologist. Because I felt like I wasn’t okay, like I wanted to die. I was never going to do anything about that want, because I’m a coward, but even now, it would be such a relief to just be nothing. To be part of the earth and not feel. And I know, I know how angst ridden and self-absorbed that sounds, but that’s the truth of it.

She told me to stop coming, because I wasn’t ready to address myself. Or something along those lines. We both acknowledged that I’m at an impasse, and only I can take myself further, and once I have, I can come back. If I want to.

I have first world problems (read as: no problems at all). I have everything anyone could ever want, and yet there’s this thing. This want for more? Or more so a belief that there will never be more. I don’t even think I can entirely explain what is it. There’s a fracture, between what I know should be okay, and what isn’t. Between hating everyone, but hating myself even more than that. Hate is such a strong word, but I have so much of it. I’m so angry and heavy. So in an effort to hate myself less, there’s this.

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Hi,

I don’t think we’ve ever really met, but I’ve known you your whole life. Writing this is like drawing blood from a stone, because I don’t know what to say entirely. So I guess I’ll just start and hope we get somewhere. Let’s start with physical.

Do you remember a few weeks ago at work when you had to watch yourself on the security cameras, and you felt such disgust for yourself that you felt physically ill? I remember, it makes my chest hurt even now thinking about it, and makes my glands do that thing like when you’re about to be sick. When they go all tingly like the blood rushing back into your foot after it’s been asleep ages.

I love the way your shoulder blades are when you’re standing in profile, and the little light bits of your hair when it’s in the sun. I love your crooked smile, even the way one of your eyes scrunches up more than the other one and you think you look like a fucking goon. I love the way your eyebrows are a little bit different, and how frustrated you get at them in the rearview mirror. You’re an idiot, and you’re going to cause a car accident, but I love when you wiggle them up and down to try make them seem the same, even just to yourself. I love how strong your hands look, even though you’re one of the weakest people I know. I love how your eyes sometimes almost look yellow, and and so green in the sun. I love the mole on your stomach, and the one on your lower back, and the ones on your face. I love your jaw, and the way you clench it all the time (like literally all the time, you should maybe stop because it’s bad for your teeth), but I love the way those little muscles pop in and out where it turns before it joins your ears. I love your neck, and the way you somehow always manage to smell like you got your clothes out of the depths of some forgotten drawer, even though you just washed them yesterday. I love when your voice goes all high and nasley when you’re emotional, and how red you go when you cry. I love the faint scars on your knees from that time you jumped on a treadmill on a dare and fell off. I love the scars on your thigh that you stupidly gave yourself because you were sixteen and wanted to see if you had the guts to do it. I love the ridiculous lie you made up about it and sometimes even believe yourself. I love your gestures, and the stupid swear word combinations you make. I love how often you swear. I love how bogan you sound when you’re talking with certain people, and how you try to sound smart with others, even if your volcabulary is dwindling since you stopped getting an education. I love when you sing in the car, but stop when you get to traffic lights in case someone’s watching. Don’t stop, you’re beautiful, and no one gives a fuck.

I love how patient you can be, but also how impatient. I love how contrary you are. I love when you make a tea but then decide you don’t want it, so leave it on the counter for three days until it separates and makes you gag. I love your dumb jokes, and I love how upset you get when people don’t laugh. I love how much you care. I love how mean you are sometimes, and how passionate you get when someone hurts your friends. I love how you think so deeply about things, and how you try to be considerate of everything, even if most of the time you fail. I love your moods, because you aren’t at the point yet where you don’t give a shit, as much as you wish you were. I love how much you care about fiction, and absorb it with every pore you have until you inevitably lose interest. I love when you actually see something through, and how excited you get that you did.

It’s okay that you love women. Have you seen them? They’re beautiful. But it’s also okay that you’re scared, and still alone. It’ll happen, or maybe it won’t. Both are okay, because I love you as much as you need.

I love your guilt. And I love your shame. Because it means you care. But it also means you’re hurting for things you ought not to hurt for. I love that you’re trying to be better. I wish you would stop beating yourself up, but don’t make yourself guilty for that too. It’s the way you are, but ever so slowly, we’re making you better. I’m making you better. It’s okay. You’re okay. One day you’ll love yourself as much I love you. You’ll see it’s okay to be vulnerable, it’s okay to be yourself. Meet me with kindness, and we’ll be okay together.

I promise. I love you.

- You

#personal

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romanticzubi · 7 years

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Jis Gawo M Barish Hu Waha Ki Fasley Harab Hu Jati Ha Aur Jis Ghr M Din Na Hu Waha Ki Nasley Harab Hu Jati Ha #Züßî (at Karachi, Pakistan)

#züßî

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