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VII. Beneath The Bandages
❛ don’t you think i know exactly where i stand? this world is forcing me to hold your hand ❜
♪ just a girl by no doubt
this entire chapter is so passive aggressive lmfao
VI. Jump Then Fall
❛ woah, oh, i’m feeling you, baby, don’t be afraid to jump then fall ❜
♪ jump then fall by taylor swift
jump then fall is literally their song omg
III. Under Watchful Eyes
❛ i wanna find you in a crowdjust to hide from you❜
♪ so high school by taylor swift
as someone who's getting into the marauders' fandom, writing about sirius like this feels really funny and uncanny. honestly i cant wait till they know who he really is TT
II. The Wrong Compartment
❛ lacy, oh lacy, it’s like you’re out to get me you poison every little thing that i do ❜
♪ lacy by olivia rodrigo
introducing audrey rosier everyone 😌
II. The Wrong Compartment
❛ lacy, oh lacy, it’s like you’re out to get me you poison every little thing that i do ❜
♪ lacy by olivia rodrigo
chapter two is out! say hello to audrey <3
I. Shadows On The Train
❛ i wanna take you somewhere so you know i care,but it’s so cold and i don’t know where ❜
♪ another love by tom odell
Ophelia’s Perspective
Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban. There was no witch or wizard alive who didn’t shudder at the name, and rightfully so. A man who murdered twelve people in cold blood with countless eyewitnesses was not a man you would want to cross.
But it was the start of yet another term at Hogwarts, which was said to be the safest place in the world— according to Dumbledore, anyway. And what had a murderous criminal got to do with a student such as myself? What I didn’t know was how wrong I was about to be proven.
It was once again the first of September; and the unusual chill on the Hogwarts Express and the mysterious man sleeping in our compartment was slightly unsettling, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin.
“Who do you suppose that is?” Ron asked Hermione, his eyebrows furrowed, fearful eyes squinting at the sleeping man covered with a black robe.
There was something strange about the man’s presence— not just the cold, but the weariness that clung to him like an old coat. He didn’t look dangerous, but he didn’t look ordinary either.
“Professor Remus Lupin,” Hermione stated in her usual matter-of-fact tone.
“How does she know everything?” Ron questioned, looking at Harry who was sitting next to me, opposite to Ron. Harry simply shrugged, slightly disinterested in their conversation and spacing out every now and then as he often did.
“It’s written on his suitcase, Ronald,” she told him, a slight pang of irritation in her voice.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at their playful, almost hostile style of banter, “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve actually missed the two of you bickering like this.”
“Weren’t you complaining about it last term?” Hermione teased, sounding a little less tense than before.
“I know, that’s why I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth,” I chuckled, looking out the window. The lush, green scenery I had been used to for the past two years had seemed to have dulled down, as if someone, or something had been sucking the life out of the place.
“I heard you blew up your muggle aunt,” I said as the thought suddenly popped into my head, turning to Harry.
Harry, who had been staring blankly at the floor, suddenly looked up at me with wide eyes as if I had just read his mind.
“Who told you that?” he demanded, looking mortified. His embarrassment almost made me regret having said that.
“Bloody hell, Harry, how the hell did you manage that?” Ron asked, his jaw wide open on hearing my sudden revelation.
“I don’t know, I just– she was insulting my parents, and I felt the anger building up inside me, and before I knew it she grew 3 times in size and floated right out of the window,” he told Ron, and a slight flush dusted his cheeks. He then turned to me again, eager to know the answer to his earlier question.
“My aunt’s girlfriend is the one who helped cover it up,” I explained, “She works in the Ministry of Magic, so I overheard them talking when she came over earlier this week.”
“Wow, that’s just–” Harry never completed his sentence, but simply sat there in bewilderment. I chuckled at his expression of awe. It was kind of cute. His hair had grown longer and messier than the previous year, and somehow seemed to frame his face perfectly.
“You should be careful, Harry,” Hermione scolded him, “You could get expelled for something like that.”
“I can’t always help it, you know,” Harry said defensively.
“I think it’s brilliant,” Ron remarked, looking almost starry-eyed.
“Plenty of perks that come with being the chosen one, huh?” I said, nudging Harry, “Got an annoying aunt? No problem! Just blow her up into one large balloon and she’ll float right out of the window. They should have just let her float into space. Serves her right for dishonouring your parents, Harry.”
“I suppose it is rather a shame that they fixed her,” he said, cracking a real smile. Oddly enough, I felt a sense of relief on seeing his lopsided, crooked grin, the faintest sign of his dimples making an appearance. I returned his smile, glad that the tense look on his face had left.
However, it was only temporary, as a look of utter shock returned to his face as the train staggered to a halt. All of us shook violently, and Ron’s pet rat, Scabbers, squealed from inside his jacket. The lights inside the entire train had flickered off, leaving us in complete darkness, apart from a faint light from outside. The muffled, confused voices of the other students aboard the train sounded in my ears.
“What’s going on?” Ron asked, in a tone of absolute terror— and I shared this sentiment.
“Maybe we’ve broken down,” Harry suggested, trying to reassure Ron, but also himself.
We turned to look out of the window, and thunder crashed, sending a jolt through my body. I suddenly felt Harry’s hand grip mine, and I turned to look at him. Our eyes met and a look of confusion flashed across his face before he looked down and quietly withdrew his hand, avoiding my gaze.
Clearing my throat, I turned back to the window, which had been covered in an icy fog. The temperature had dropped sharply, as if some unseen hands had ripped away all the warmth in the vehicle. Everything inside the compartment had gone still, even the air felt like it had turned to glass, and the eerie chill felt bone chilling.
The door to the compartment rattled open, and that’s when I turned my head and saw the black cloaked figure move closer. I recoiled in my seat as it advanced. Never in my life had I seen such a terrifying creature. It was inhuman, almost soulless— and that’s when I realized that I was face to face with a dementor, and I now understood where it got its name from, as it was truly a demented thing.
Beside me, I heard Harry gasp as the dementor hovered over it. It wasn’t a sharp breath or a shiver, it was something else entirely— sharper, as if the creature was sucking the life out of him. It was a most horrifying sight, and I felt the panic rising inside my chest.
Before I could think about what I was doing, I grabbed his shoulders, “Harry!” I said, my voice shaky and panicked, “Harry, what’s happening?!”
Just then, Professor Lupin, who had been curled up in a corner all this while, leaped to his feet and pointed his wand at the dementor. A blinding light filled the compartment, and the horrid creature retreated, vanishing like a nightmare sucked into the shadows.
As Professor Lupin lowered his wand, the lights in the compartment flickered on, and I noticed Harry’s limp body beside me. He slumped in his seat, glasses thrown to a side and his face went as white as a ghost— looking far too pale and still for my liking.
I shifted closer to him, the panic still gripping my body, and I brushed the damp hair from his forehead without even thinking of it. His face was covered in a cold sweat, and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs.
“Harry,” I whispered, “Harry, wake up, it’s gone. Harry!”
Professor Lupin, who was previously seated at the window seat next to me, moved over, crouching on the floor, to take a closer look at Harry. Ron and Hermione were whispering something to each other, but their voices faded to the background as I stared at Harry’s pale face, praying for him to open my eyes so I could rest assured that he was okay.
After a few moments, Harry stirred awake, groaning softly, as he blinked at me, looking dazed and disoriented, “Ophelia…” he whispered, trying to sit up straight, “What… what happened?” From the corner of my eye, I saw Lupin’s eyes fixed on us and a smile flickered across his face before he turned to Harry.
“Have this, it’ll help,” Professor Lupin said to him with a kind smile, handing him a piece of chocolate.
Slowly, Harry shifted his gaze to look at Lupin, and reluctantly accepted the piece of chocolate. “It’s chocolate,” said the Professor.
“What was that?” he asked, taking a bite out of the chocolate. A sense of relief settled over me as I saw him behaving normally like before.
“That,” began Professor Lupin, “Was a dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It was on the train looking for Sirius Black. But not to worry, it’s gone now.” He stood up and walked out the door, stopping one last time to tell Harry, “Eat. You’ll feel better.”
I once again turned to Harry, “Are you alright now?” I asked him, the panic still lingering in my voice.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine now,” he replied, meeting my gaze— still looking uncertain, but I was glad he was breathing normally again.
“Yeah, mate, you nearly gave Ophelia a heart attack,” Ron teased, and the red flush on my face had nothing to do with the biting cold.
“Shut up Ronald,” I snapped at him, my tone slightly playful yet defensive.
“You were really that scared?” Harry asked with a hint of a smirk on his face. But as he saw my eyes filled with worry, his smile dropped and for a moment the joking mask slipped from both our faces. Something unspoken passed between us— it was new, filled with uncertainty, but it came with a kind of warmth I had never experienced before.
“You looked like you were about to die, Potter, I swear,” I insisted, furrowing my brows.
Across from us, Ron was watching with a strange expression on his face— equal parts confusion and amusement. He nudged Hermione lightly with his elbow.
“They’re doing that thing again,” he muttered, not very subtly.
Hermione glanced up from where she was repacking her bag, eyebrows raised.
“What thing?”
“The thing where they talk like it’s just the two of them and the rest of us are background props.”
Hermione gave him a look— half exasperated, half knowing and shook her head. “Honestly, Ronald, it’s called empathy. You should try it sometime.”
But then her gaze lingered. Her lips parted like she was going to say something, then thought better of it.
“I heard screaming,” Harry confessed in a hushed voice, as if he was only speaking to me. He looked up to meet my eyes, “A woman’s voice. I think it was… I think it was my mum.”
The words hit the air like glass shattering softly. I didn’t know what to say — nothing seemed big enough, gentle enough, true enough.
“Oh, Harry,” was all I could say. The hundreds of things I wanted to say to him brewed like a storm in my mind.
I reached over and our fingers brushed against each other.
He didn’t pull away.
His thumb ghosted over my knuckles once — so light I thought I imagined it — then again, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.
“You pulled me out of it,” he said quietly. “When I couldn’t breathe.”
My heart was doing that awful, traitorous thing — loud and clumsy in my chest, like it wanted him to notice. I forced out a laugh to cover it.
“I think I screamed your name like five times and grabbed your shoulders like a maniac.”
“It worked.”
He smiled then— crooked and tired, that stupidly endearing half-smile that always made something twist behind my ribs. His dimple appeared, subtle and faint, but there.
Hermione cleared her throat, and I withdrew my hand and looked away at once.
The train was starting again, the rattling of its wheels against the tracks filled the air once more, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of that, no. All I could think about was how Harry had slowly, but surely shifted closer to me, our arms touching ever so slightly. And for the first time in that entire train ride, I felt a kind of warmth filling up my body.
chapter one is out now, go show some love <3
BEFORE THE BLOOD── a harry potter fanfiction.
𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 ─ a harry potter fanfiction.
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I. Shadows On The Train
⋆˚꩜。 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧 ⋆˚꩜。
𐙚⋆°。⋆ Gracie Abrams as 𝑶𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓
❛ nothing happened in the way i wanted, every corner of this house is haunted. ❜
⋆ .˚ 𓇼 Megan Fox as 𝑨𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓
❛ who knows if i never showed up what could've been? ❜
⋆˙⟡ Daniel Radcliffe as 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓
❛ all i did was try my best is this the kind of thanks i get? ❜
⋆˚𝜗 Tom Felton as 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚
❛ who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay? ❜
˚ ༘ ೀ Nina Dobrev as 𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓
❛ if you say i'm too much, baby, go find less. ❜
‧₊˚♪ Renné Rapp as 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆
❛ leave me alone, bitch i wanna have fun. ❜
ִ˖ ་༘࿐ Milo Manheim as 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒔
❛ i know i could treat you better, better than he can. ❜
BEFORE THE BLOOD IS OFFICALLY OUT <33
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𓍯𓂃 𓏧 the rest of the world was black and white ⋆. ˚ but we were in screaming color 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆
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"Megumi, hold still." you said firmly, positioning his head in front of you. it was the 6th time that he had moved it, almost turning himself blind in the process.
"i am trying to," he replied with a sigh, opening his eyes wide to let you work and focus. he didn't know why it was that he agreed to it but here he was complying with your instructions.
he had thought it would be easier, seeing how you always did it so fast but unfortunately it didnt work out that way for him.
ordinary people doing extraordinary things
i was rewatching the le sserafim documentaries, and i realized that le sserafim is a group that feels so close to my heart.
le sserafim's image is such that they aren't afraid to show a more vulnerable side to them, and that's what makes them so relatable. what i love most about le sserafim is that their stories are just so real and their connection with fans is something that i've never seen other groups replicate. showing that the members are just normal people who have dreams and struggle and hurt just like the rest of us really humanizes the members. one of the things that i feel like the public isn't able to understand about le sserafim is that the reason that they're so loved is because they're not your typical superstars who only show their victories. there have been times when le sserafim hasn't been able to meet the expectations set for them, and that, for me, is what makes me want to root for them even more.
another thing is that i really agree with everything that le sserafim stands for. looking closely into their lyrics, they talk about topics that no one in kpop has brought up. individuality, fearlessness, being able to bounce back after a breakdown are all things that resonate with me. i really hope that le sserafim can continue to grow and produce content that feels right to them. their creative process is so refreshing to watch and i wish nothing but success for them.
i recently started watching love next door, and seokryu's storyline really touched my heart. first of all, her character is so well written and it's rare to see female leads that have so much depth. her terminal illness arc is what brought tears to my eyes because as an eldest daughter myself, i know exactly what it feels like to go through difficult times and not being able to tell your family because you feel ashamed of yourself. throughout her life, she had this "perfect all rounder golden child" image that she had to maintain and her parents never acknowledged the amount of hard work she put in. being the second choice for your parents and watching them prioritize your younger sibling is a horrible feeling and it makes you feel like complete garbage. her not being able to tell her family about her illness was a direct result of their neglect and mistreatment. overall, i think jung somin had portrayed her character so well and i couldn't imagine anyone else as bae seokryu <3 being an eldest daughter is honestly no less than a full time job and her character also brought a sense of comfort to me as i realized it was a universal experience.
⸝˒˒ ۪ ⌯𓆪 ꙳ . ࣪ ( +🎀 ) isn't that sweet? ₊ ˚ ㅤ. i guess so...