It’s the skies for me 🌎☁️
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Xuebing Du
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
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It’s the skies for me 🌎☁️
Spirited Away lockscreens/wallpapers (1200 x 3120 px)
studio ghibli movies lockscreens!! please like or reblog if you save it! 🌿
The most tragic love story of our time
Sokka falling in love with the moon and then the sun. Helpless but to fall for royalty that will inevitably ascend and take their place with the stars. There's a war, there's a chance he dies tomorrow, but there's today. There's a princess on a bridge and a prince in a freezer. He isn't noble, not by their people's standards. He isn't a bender. He wasn't trained.
But the best part? They fell for him just as fast.
Random Reason to Ship Drarry:
The first time Harry Potter flew on a broomstick, it was to chase after Draco.
The last time Harry Potter flew on a broomstick, it was to save him.
https://alessiajontrunfio.tumblr.com/post/163711316308/the-seeker-i-started-this-illustration
“Going away is easy. Coming home is hard.”
— eleventy, Running On Air
happy hogwarts battle day! friendly reminder that tom felton improvised this scene. it wasn’t in a single script. he did that for us. gay icon
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
(+ ANGST) Part ½
academia aesthetics by university major
Literature
Losing yourself in whimsy, drifting somewhere parallel to reality. Passionate, frenzied writing in the heart of the night. Drinking the moonlight. Love letters lost between moments. Birdsong. Quiet looks, filled with meaning. Opinions you don’t speak out loud. Chopin’s Nocturnes.
Classics
A glint in the eye, like they know something you don’t. Books in different languages, scattered across every surface. Red wine, and blood, and secrets. Spirits stirred by the glorious weight of eras past, tongue heavy with the words of dead men. Marble busts of Greek philosophers. Reality dulling against the music of myth.
Philosophy
Milky tea and introspective mornings. Sun filtering gently into a quiet room. Reading in nature, sinking into the sound of the wind, birds or water. Margins filled with annotations. Long, grand hallways and the echo of footsteps. Conversations that last for hours, but feel like minutes.
Sciences
Notebooks filled with scattered calculations, terms, and theories, partnered with small pieces of flora and miscellaneous clippings. ‘Eureka’ moments. Wild eyes and chewed lips. Lying awake all night, your head buzzing with ideas. Piles of meticulous notes. Hunching over desks in dim lamplight. The feeling of puzzle pieces fitting together. The smallness of humanity, and the vastness of existance.
Fine Art/Art History
Huge, baroque ballrooms with renaissance paintings on the ceilings. Staring up at them until the real world dissolves and the images spin around you. Early spring. Foxes in the snow. Classical music. Vintage teacups, and slow blinks. Laughter covered by fingers. Dancing where no-one can see you.
Political Science
Fast strides and black coffee. Enthusiastic debates with peers, and discussions with your professor. Pages and pages of notes, scrawled so hastily they’re almost illegible. Running through the night, laughing with friends and going places you shouldn’t. A cunning smile from across a room.
History
Grand old buildings, shadowed with age and brimming with secrets. Old, rusty daggers. Tentative hands and determined eyes. Fingers stained with nicotine and ink. Old books and letters, shrouded in dust, that no-one’s read in a hundred years. Touching the pages, and understanding what it was to be alive in another time, seeing what they saw and feeling what they felt.
(dm to request a major for part two)
Daniel Radcliffe as Allen Ginsberg in Kill Your Darlings (2013) dir. John Krokidas
Academic aesthetics
Dark Academia
Long Black coats, thunder but no lightning, red wine, blood, forests in winter, a single guttering candle, latin, bones, all of history in your hands, Tchaikovsky, piles of old books, the hour before sunrise, complicated cravats, Hozier, true crime, Donna Tartt, secret diaries.
Light Academia
Sunshine in shallow water, white cotton, lacy dresses, champagne, the plays of Oscar Wilde, summer rain, wind rustling the pages of a book, jacket over on shoulder, Maurice, frost covering new flowers, Florence + the machine, roses, bare feet, girls school, old books about species of plant or butterflies, biological Diagrams, flowers in your hair, perfect notes.
Chaotic Academia
Two top buttons undone, scribbled notes in pencil or biro, kill your darlings, untied laces, so much coffee, all nighters, crying in the library, Mozart, writing film scripts for fun, rain Storms, moorland, swimming in the dark, movie soundtracks while studying, procrastination, muddy boots, unsent letters.
Grey Academia
Jane eyre, sunrise, cold hands, perfect handwriting, beat gen, Edgar Alan Poe, crows, small animal bones, writing essays until 2am, Vivaldi, February or November, zodiacs, loving history and art, Leonardo davinci, Tamino.
Romantic Academia
Billowing pirate sleeves, Lord Byron, theatre, violets, achilles, reading poetry aloud, bloody cheekbones, love letters, doodling in class, doc Martins, long ball dresses, gothic churches, dead poets society, sword fights back stage, wind and mist and violent Storms, tea, long journal entries, wide brimmed hats, museums.
Spring Academia
Cotton shirts with large jumpers, celendines, maypole dancing, reading short stories, old traditions, Jane Austen, new term, beautiful notes, pastel colours, period dramas, magpies, 2005 pride and prejudice soundtrack, new leaves, cold feet, dancing.
Summer Academia
Flower crowns, studying late while the sun is still up, full moons, parties outside, sun dresses, warm rainstorms, exam season, bare feet, ancient Greece, herb tea, singing to the radio, lying in the grass, bird song, biology textbooks, the Lord of the rings, studying outside, mystery of love by sufjan Stevens.
Autumn Academia
Foxes, dead leaves, large coats and scarves, old stone walls, steaming black tea, mist, travel journals, forgetting to study until the last minute, frankenstein, old songs, nostalgia, carrying a book everywhere, rebel rebel, the picture of dorian gray, soup, studying in the morning as the sun rises.
Winter Academia
Long walks, misty breath, so much reading, shunning capitalist society, sad music, learning about witch hunts, philosophy, wuthering heights, mystery books, Dracula, black and white photos, transcribing music, old statues, silence.
Feral Academia
Pin stripe jacket with jeans, Dionysus, "norse" makeup, cold sweet tea, running through the forest, mythology, I got an unconditional so I don't need to try hard, scraping the grades, shouty music, helenic polytheism, obsessive interests, reading a 500 page book in one sitting, love learning, hate the education system, vive le revolution.
SLYTHERIN: “Failure is not an option.” –Gene Kranz
And yet here I am aching; yearning for a world in a wardrobe a train station a cave
Longing to go back home.
He turns the page. There is the photograph Narcissa gave him, and Harry’s breath catches for a moment. Two long weeks since he last saw that face. Draco stares up at him, his eyes the colour of a sky just before a storm, his mouth small and serious. Harry reaches out and traces his fingertips across the photograph. A motion he’d never dare make to Draco in person. But the Draco in the picture just gazes at him, not moving as Harry’s fingers trail across his cheekbones.
I miss you, Harry thinks, but he hasn’t got the courage yet to say it aloud.
- Running on Air by eleventy7
Harry turns his gaze briefly to the cloudless blue sky, and thinks the canola meadows will be harvested soon, the sunshine-yellow flowers lopped off, the plants left to wither in the last of the summer heat.
Light footsteps in a field. Arms wrapping briefly around him.
Catch me.
- Running on Air by eleventy7
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So clearly this is just a rough sketch, but my photoshop froze and I didn’t save the high res version with the layers because I am DUMB and painting over the sketch wasn’t working so…sadness. But I still like the idea of it, so I’m posting it as is.
Please read this fic if you haven’t yet, I have no words to explain how good it is.
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