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Love Begins
trying on a metaphor
YOU ARE THE REASON
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One Nice Bug Per Day
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
shark vs the universe
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@diggvry
Forgive me if you are not living. If you, beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall on my breast. It will rain on my soul all night, all day. My feet will want to march to where you are sleeping. But I shall go on living.
R.I.P. Alan Rickman (21st February 1946 - 14th January 2016)
Words cannot begin to describe how much you will be missed.
// Cedrico Diggory - HP4 \
Honey Spelt Challah
@dxlaflamme
He hadn’t expected this arrangement, didn’t think he’d be agreeing to it in the last minute. To be completely honest he would have said no (and did say no) but that dark haired girl was honestly too persuasive for her own good. And it did not help that some of his own mates believed him to be in need of a outing as well. So with pressure, he reluctantly agreed. Instead of being in his dorm, resting his aching muscles and limbs, here he was suited and dashingly handsome waiting for his blind date. Table two they said.
To be completely honest, he was nervous. Nervous of actually waking up from his own dark shadows and interacting normally with the world. For some reason the collar of his shirt seemed too tight around his neck. One finger giving him wiggle room to breath, he took a sip of water during the wait. The liquid didn’t last in his mouth as he accidentally let a pool drool onto his chin. Eyes widening, Cedric looked upwards to the girl approaching table two. He was in utter shock. A napkin was used to clean his chin and shirt picked up immediately.
“Vie? Are you my date? ”
Star Wars: The Force Awakens {Sentence Starters}
"And I'm in charge. I'm in charge now, _____! I'm in charge!"
"I've got a bad feeling about this."
"You will remove these restraints and leave this cell with the door open."
"Take care of yourself. Please."
"That's why I did it, so that you'd miss me."
"I'm not sure what we're walking into here."
"You're offering me a job?"
"I made a choice. I wasn't gonna kill for them."
"The map's not complete. It's just a piece."
"You. You're afraid."
"How do we blow it up? There's always a way to do that."
"What was your job when you were based here?"
"Women always figure out the truth. Always."
"That's now how the Force works."
"Oh, really? You're cold?"
"So I ran. Right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had."
"You can't be so stupid as to think this will be easy."
"You're so lonely. So afraid to leave."
"Do you know what happened to him?"
"People are counting on us. The galaxy is counting on us."
"Classified? Really? Me too, big secret."
"We came to rescue you. It was his idea."
"You know, as much as we fought, I always hated it when you left."
"You still want to kill me."
"You don't know how happy I am to see you."
"We'll see each other again. I believe that."
"I didn't think there was this much green in the whole galaxy."
"Escape now, hug later."
"Same thing I always do. Talk my way out of it."
Cedric Diggory
“Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend.”
@noharin
Gaze being removed from the vile he was so concentrated over, his brow quirked curiously at the woman. His voice held no hostility, just pure curiosity.“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before ma’m. Are you a medic too?”
@nanabeis
He had witnessed the attack. Coincidentally he had been there at the wrong time, catching sight of the malicious blast and now seeing what he believed to be a falling body. The thud of a body hitting the ground fell upon fearful ears. Heart beating with every step taken, the boy swiftly (but carefully) went to the aid of the fallen victim. It would not take long before he was hovering over a young girl and instinctively kneeling at her side. “Are you alright? Where does it hurt?” While she could have easily been the true criminal, a force within Cedric told him otherwise and he hastily scanned the area for nearby intrusion. “We need to get you out of here. I’ll carry you.”
In Memoriam: Harry Potter Deaths
“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.”
BITTER SOULMATE PROMPTS
( because the world needs more salt && complications. feel free to change up the context or pronouns! )
❛❛ No. No, no, no — you really don’t want me as a soulmate. ❜❜ ❛❛ So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me. ❜❜ ❛❛ Can we just - forget about this? ❜❜ ❛❛ We’re not meant for each other. Trust me. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re my soulmate? Wow - talk about a let-down. ❜❜ ❛❛ We were only supposed to be friends. ❜❜ ❛❛ Something’s wrong with this shit system. We are not soulmates! ❜❜ ❛❛ How is that I love them more, when you’re my soulmate? ❜❜ ❛❛ I know how you look at him - even though you’re not his. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please, believe me. You are not my soulmate. You can’t be. ❜❜ ❛❛ I don’t want a soulmate. ❜❜ ❛❛ Find someone else - I don’t need this in my life. ❜❜ ❛❛ No way - I can’t have TWO soulmates. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not very good with commitment, or soulmates, or love. ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh - this. This is a joke. Very funny. You can call April Fools now. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not good enough for you. This is wrong. ❜❜ ❛❛ Life is cruel, huh? Pairing us together like this. ❜❜ ❛❛ To think we were fated to grow old together makes my stomach turn. ❜❜ ❛❛ Why is fate such a bitch? Why are you a bitch? ❜❜ ❛❛ This wasn’t supposed to be real. It was a joke. ❜❜ ❛❛ I don’t know what’s worse. The fact you love them, or the fact I love you. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not suddenly trusting you with my heart! Or anything! ❜❜ ❛❛ I wish I could clean this mark off with some fate-Windex or something. ❜❜ ❛❛ Scary, right? Tied to a person you might not even know. ❜❜ ❛❛ I can’t trust you to love me. Not fully. ❜❜ ❛❛ We weren’t supposed to fall in love like this. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m going to be frank, && say I have zero attraction to you. So this is a mistake. ❜❜ ❛❛ We’re rivals. Not soulmates. We’re supposed to be at each other’s throats. ❜❜ ❛❛ Things were better before this stupid mark, & stupid fate. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’ve tried. You can’t cut the string. I’ve tried, trust me, I’ve tried. ❜❜ ❛❛ This mark. It appeared this morning. I don’t want it - I. Don’t. Want. It. ❜❜
@diggvry
❝ Cedric! Cedric! ❞ Fleur ran towards the other champion as she walked along the hallway of Hogwarts. ❝ ‘ello… I’m sorry am I bothering you? I was wondering if well… now zat ze triwizard is over and right before we go since we ‘aven’t talked zat much during it, maybe it would be a nice zime to do eet? ❞
His stride came to a halt as he heard the sweet sound of the veela’s voice. Having quite lengthy legs and tendency to walk rather quickly, he could only imagine the speed the other must have taken to catch up with him. The face of concentration instantly shifted into a welcoming one as he nodded in greeting. ❝Oh hello Fle-❞ The remainder of her sentence caught Cedric of guard and it took a moment to process this information. A handsome smile appeared.❝ Yes Fleur, I’d like that. We’ve never gotten to properly talk but that would be great. I have a class to attend right now, but would you like to meet afterwards? We could take advantage of the Hogsmeade trip.❞
Darla, it my death anniversary, can you make me one of my favorite cakes?
It had been 18 years since Cedric Diggory’s spirit left this earth. On June 24, the Diggorys and the Quirkes all gathered at his parents’ house to celebrate his life and to share all the good times they had together. The first few years were the worst. It was a surprise how many people attended who were not family but who paid their respects. Darla was sure that tears that were shed would wash the house away.
The anniversary soon became a date for a family reunion. Quidditch was played, cakes were baked, and food consumed. At the end of the night, they all gathered around the fire, swapping stories about their beloved Cedric, all which brought tears to their eyes and smiles on their faces. It was a bittersweet occasion, but Cedric’s mother firmly believed that it was what her son would’ve wanted.
As the years went by, the number of people dwindled. Life went on, as it should have. After ten years, it was a small gathering of Quirkes and Diggorys. Quidditch brooms were now inhabited by kids who knew the story about Cedric Diggory and the rise and fall of Voldemort. It was a wicked story but they were just in it for the free food and Darla’s cake. The stories around the campfire became repetitive. Soon, Cedric’s name was said a few times before discussions about the Ministry and work took precedence. The cries of tired children marked the end of the celebration.
As time went on, the celebration was nothing more than a mother, aunt, step uncle, and cousin sipping tea quietly as they flipped through photo albums. Now, it was just Darla who celebrated.
As her husband and children slept, Darla sat outside in the yard. An album rested in her lap. Each picture held smiling faces and frantic waving. Darla could have sworn she heard her cousin laugh. There was no way that a symphony of crickets and frogs could make that laugh. She couldn’t help but smile herself as she set the book down on the picnic table.
“Mummy,” Darla’s daze was broken by a small hand tugging on her apron. Her youngest child had woken up, possibly needing a glass of water. As she picked him up, his little arms wrapped around her neck tightly, his lips giving her little kisses on her cheek before he rested his head on her shoulder.
“Did you have a bad dream, love?” Darla asked as she held him tightly.
“He told me to give you a hug.” The four year old’s voice was muffled in her shoulder.
“Next time daddy tells you to give me a hug, wait until the morning.” Darla sat the boy on her lap and smoothed his hair. Though her scolding was gentle, she was grateful to receive the hug. It was just what she needed.
“Daddy didn’t tell me. It was Uncle Cedric. He said that mummy needed a hug and–and that you had cake–” Darla cocked her head to the side. Her son knew about Cedric. He was named after him, and Darla wanted him to be proud of his namesake. He also knew that Darla baked a cake for her late cousin that night. It was something she always did on June 24.
“You can have cake tomorrow, Cedric. The faster you go back to bed, the faster tomorrow comes. Off you scoot, love. I’ll be there to tuck you in in a moment.” The young boy slid off of his mother’s lap and started to head inside the house. Before he opened the door, he turned to face his mother.
“I forgot to tell you! Uncle Cedric said…he said…” He looked up at the sky as though he was listening intently, his nose wrinkled and his eyes narrowed in deep thought. “He said that he wanted me to tell you that…that he’s okay. He promises!”
Darla felt her heart catch in her throat. There was absolutely no way her son would’ve known that. She took the photo album and turned it to the page of Cedric at the Yule Ball. There he was, grinning in his dress robes. The picture had him laughing before giving a thumbs up. It was something she never saw that picture do. She quickly closed the album and hugged it to that chest.
“Cedric, darling. How about we have that piece of cake now.” Her eyes sparkled with tears.
“Let’s have a bit of a party. Just you and me.” She escorted her child, holding his hand as they went into the house for a slice of Cedric’s favorite cake.
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Darla is one who trusts people without them having to earn it. Though sometimes she is wary about their intentions, she likes to think that they have her best interest at heart. This often times have her putting faith and trust in people who just want to use her. It takes a couple doses of chances with side of benefit of a doubt before her trust is completely severed. It’s usually more times than the average person usually gives.
There is someone that she always puts her trust in, and that is her cousin Cedric. Throughout his short life, he had never led her astray, never fully disappointed her, or didn’t apologize when he was to blame. Of course, like every relationship, they had bouts of silent treatments, arguments, and slamming of doors.
“But mum,” Darla whined as she desperately tried to explain her side of the story. “Cedric told Oliver Wood that I fancied him and now everyone is going to laugh at me and I can never show my face again!”
“Don’t be too mad at Cedric. He was probably trying to get you two together.” Darla’s mother said as she got ready for quidditch practice. Darla merely collapsed dramatically on her mother’s bed, her arm flung over her head.
“He told him, mum! Now he looks at me all funny! Oh, I’d rather be dead!”
“I can see it now: Local Witch Dies from Embarrassment. In lieu of flowers, please donate to Overdramatic Teens Foundation; together, we can find a cure for raging hormones. Really, Darla. It’s not the end of the world.” Her mother put on her practice robe and gave her daughter a kiss on her forehead.
Later that night, Cedric had come to apologize to Darla. There was no harmful intention, just as her mother predicted. In fact, Cedric was hoping that by telling Oliver, he would give his cousin a bit of attention. He never expected that his actions would hurt her. His apologies were heartfelt and sincere and he even offered to polish her broom if it needed to be done.
Since that day, Cedric had sworn never to tell any secret and to keep it to himself. Darla swore that she would never put Aethonan dung in his bed again (she only did it to get back at him). They kept their word.
Their promises were always sacred and only said if one or the other could keep them.
There was only one promise that was broken.
“You’re worrying too much, Darla. The Triwizard Tournament isn’t going to kill anyone. They’ve changed it since then. I’ll be okay.”
Darla wasn’t convinced. She watched as he, surrounded by a group of students cheering him on, put his name in the Goblet of Fire.
“I’ll be okay, Darla. I promise.”
i know it’s not real and i know i made it but this makes me so happy its stupid
@takiwiings ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Hello! So I’m trying to get back into the swing of rping in the Harry Potter fandom. If you guys don’t mind hp oc’s too much, could ya’ll reblog this post or give it like so I can come and smoother you with some love. Please and thank you!! by hopefulpuppet♡ ❤ ♡ ❤
I might bend I may bruise But, I will never Ever Let myself break Not While I still have Something to PROTECT
