Arianna

You look cute today just incase no one told you :)

[vnymnz]

why do hot boyfriends happen to bad people

[skykangaroo]

[star-shaped-scar-blog]

“I’m pregnant,” Céline said, her voice soft and almost melodic sounding.

“Pardon me?” He replied, blinking in stunned disbelief.

Stephen always thought her voice sounded from the angels. Everything about her, to him, had always been so utterly petite and very nearly fragile – even though he knew by now that she was anything but that. Céline consistently surprised him. Her fiery nature was one that challenged his own.

He never thought much about being a father, to be honest. Stephen liked the pure burn of energy he got from being out there in a fight. The knowledge that he would triumph every time flooded his veins and animated the nerves in his body that came alive in battle. His wife’s words sent ice striking through him; a fear that he hadn’t known he could possess.

This is a good thing, he said to himself. A child? Children can only be good things.

“That’s incredible,” he whispered under a breath, putting his pen down and lifting himself from his chair to wrap his warm arms around Céline’s tiny frame. It couldn’t be wrong. He didn’t love her, but she was his best friend. She had been his best friend for years. Grinning against his wife’s neck, he lifted her and spun. Affectionately, Stephen set her back onto the balls of her feet and brushed the small blonde hairs from her golden-colored eyes. Fingers trembling ever so slightly, he placed a hand on her abdomen, eyes wide and bright with amazement.

Such a small thing – such a small thing, something made from practically nothing. In the back of his mind, he imagined teaching his son or daughter the things his father and mother had taught him. A beautiful blonde-haired child who loved those stupid mundane spaghetti westerns like he did. He could teach his child French and how to play the piano. He was a terrible husband, but he still had a chance as a father.

Céline brushed her fingers across his cheek and Stephen was pulled from his reverie. “I’ll make us some tea,” she suggested sweetly, kissing his mouth and tasting of powdered sugar.

“Alright,” Stephen agreed, but then wrinkled his nose at the thought of the Earl Grey she had made last time. “Just nothing with bergamot.”

Dazed, he headed back over to the desk in which he’d been writing at. Glancing at the letter in front of him, addressed to Amatis, he scribed his final words onto the paper.

If you can one day forgive me for all my transgressions, I swear, by the Angel, I will find my way back to you. Yours always, Stephen.

Words, by the end, he knew he truly meant.

[remusthemoongod]

whatever you do, don’t imagine Remus Lupin waking up one morning and reading the paper. And the headlines state “James Potter and Peter Pettigrew have been confirmed dead at the hands and help of Sirius Black”. And Remus just staring at the paper for a long while before he just starts sobbing because James and Peter can’t be dead. And Sirius couldn’t have caused their deaths. He’d just spoken to Peter last week, James two days ago and Sirius had just been here yesterday morning. And after he’s calmed down enough to think straight he tries to get in contact with Sirius so that he can tell him it was all a misunderstanding, but he can’t. So he tries James and Peter, but nothing’s working. And he spends the next day in denial, and then the next week, and a month from then he’s still trying to convince himself that it was all wrong and that Sirius is going to walk through that door any moment, arm slung around James’ shoulder and laughing.

But they don’t. He never sees James or Peter again. And it’s many years later until he finally sees Sirius again.

[dasstark]

And we keep living anyway

well obviously I needed to use this quote…

[unsouring-deactivated20160511]

person: *points at leg* why is your leg shaking

me: well my pal my buddy I am full of anxiety

[starqued-blog]

yes, we’re those fucking meddling kids

[moonysmiles]

            “The world is a wheel, when we rise or fall, we do it together.”

                                                                                                                ~ Clockwork Princess

[dustspeck-deactivated20190423]

i feel so !!!! disconnected !!!! from my friends, family, art and self. how do i ground myself and feel like im me again. i feel like a piece of dust floating around

[strikingtaemin]

What she says - I’m fine

What she means - I feel really sorry for Amatis Herondale. Stephen basically left her, because Valentine told him to. And then she found out that her ex husband just married a young, naive girl because of again Valentine. She also found out that her brother was turned into werewolf, and they lost contact for years. Then she discovered that Stephen died. And after all what she got, she was turned into dark shadowhunter and died, due to Sebastian death. It’s really unfair. She deserve better.

[bazaardotco]

Advertisements for Architecture, 1976-1978 – Bernard Tschumi

[coldalbion]

[incorrect-harry-potter-quotes]

You are, as they say in Latin, a dorkus malorkus.

Sirius Black [to Remus Lupin] (via incorrect-harry-potter-quotes)

[ulibeanzz]

me crossing the street on a bad day: ohhh nooo ;) please, car, don’t hit me ;)))

[magic-of-eternity]

[saintjoan]

Poetry recs? Like your absolute absolute favourites

Okay these are the ones that made me die a little

“all people are driven to the point of eating their gods” 

“if I love you / is that a fact or a weapon?”

“the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it”

“the blood in your mouth – I wish it was mine”

“his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars”

“I am singing now while rome burns”

“that corpse you planted last year in your garden,  has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?”

“so the gods sank to human shape with longing”

“those imperial, disimpassion’d eyes”

“this beautiful speed will be the end of us.  those are stars in our teeth.”

“if love wants you, if you’ve been melted into stars”

“out of the ash I rise with my red hair / and I eat men like air”

“your body hurts me as the world hurts god”

“lessons on loving a prophet”

“and I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void”

“tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine”

“to love a prophet is to become their desert”

“the void rushing up to greet us in the absence of god”

[temporiibus]

Lily Evans Potter.

Lily is nine.

It made her happy that she managed to revive a dying flower.

It made her unhappy that Tuney snatched it away and crushed it.

Lily is ten.

It made her happy that she’s made a new friend, his name is Severus.

It made her unhappy that Tuney said he was “a freak, just like her.”

Lily is eleven.

It made her happy that she was going off to Hogwarts, with Sev.

It made her unhappy that Petunia didn’t come to drop her off to King’s Cross.

Lily is twelve.

It made her happy that she’s rooming with Marlene, Mary, Alice and Dorcas, her best friends, besides Sev, of course.

It made her unhappy that Sev had started hanging out with Mulciber, Nott and Malfoy, he had been talking to her much less now.

Lily is thirteen.

It made her happy that she was top of almost all of her classes.

It made her unhappy that Potter and his friends bullied Severus, and that he’d called her a mudblood.

Lily is fourteen.

It made her happy that had formed a friendship with Remus, she couldn’t understand how someone that nice was always with Potter and Black.

It made her unhappy that Potter would not stop asking her out.

Lily is fifteen.

It made her happy that she had managed to finally forgive Po—James and Black, forming a tentative friendship with the both of them.

It made her unhappy that Severus wouldn’t even look at her anymore.

Lily is sixteen.

It made her happy that James had finally plucked up the courage to kiss her,

It made her unhappy that there was a war looming.

Lily is seventeen.

It made her happy that she could cuddle with James by the Gryffindor fireplace, making fun of Sirius and Marlene for being caught in the broom cupboard, while Remus, Peter, Dorcas and Alice laughed openly.

It made her unhappy that there always was an empty spot for Mary, who’s Muggle parents didn’t let her come back for their last year because it was too dangerous.

Lily is eighteen.

It made her happy that she married James, at the Order headquarters. Marlene was her maid of honour, Sirius was James’ best man, Dumbledore officiated the wedding and Remus walked her down the aisle.

It made her unhappy that her family couldn’t make it due to safety reason, and Petunia had sent back the letter telling her about the wedding, back unopened.

Lily is nineteen.

It made her happy that she was pregnant and James wanted to make Sirius and Marlene the godparents.

It made her unhappy that four days after their announcement, Mar was found dead in her apartment. Sirius had hugged her, tight, and they’d cried the whole night.

Lily is twenty.

It made her happy that she had James and her four kids, Harry, Sirius, Remus and Peter. Alice and Frank had a baby boy too.

It made her unhappy that a prophecy had marked her baby for death, and they had to go into hiding.

Lily is twenty-one.

It made her happy that, even as she saw the green light, she knew her baby boy would survive.

It made her unhappy that she would never see him grow up.

[crystallizedtwilight]

After 12 years there are many new scars and rune tattoos to learn.