* 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐔𝐍.

𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 [ ... ]

[lumosmaxiimas]

       𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐑𝐔𝐍,  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐑𝐔𝐍,  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃  𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄.

      #LUMOSMAXIIMAS.    dependent  original  interpretations  of  MARAUDERS  ERA  semi  /  canons  from  the  harry  potter  universe,  written  by  rachel.  established  2020.

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AND  THE  WORST  PART  IS  :

ft.  @fortunae  ! 

[thirteenwrites]

EUPHORIA Season 2, Episode 1: Trying to Get to Heaven Before They Close the Door

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ft.  @fortunae  !

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—  marcus  aurelius,  mediations  (  book  12.27  )

[beguines]

Anis Mojgani, from “Love is Not a Science”, Songs from Under the River

[adirabennett2-blog]

“Sorry, too, for letting you name the lamb / before I slit its throat.”

— Adira Bennett (@adirabennett), excerpt from poem The Apology Zoo

[sharpcbjects-a]

     diana silvers

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fortunae​:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍          :          the     three     broomsticks     ,     hogsmeade     . 𝐅𝐎𝐑          :          peter     pettigrew          (          @lumosmaxiimas​          )          . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒          :          closed     .

the     way     her     fingers     meet     the     delicate     ,     paper     -     thin     skin     of     his     wrist     ,     you’d     almost     think     this     was     planned          ;          that     any     of     their     little     rendezvous     were     driven     by     anything     but     base     instinct     .          (          it’s     one     thing     entirely     to     𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓     someone     ,     but     another     to     NEED     them     the     way     pip     swears     she     needs     peter     .     keenly     attuned     to     the     drag     of     calloused     fingertips     at     her     waist     ,     the     slightest     brush     of     warm     breath     against     the     side     of     her     neck          —     -          the     electric     thrill     that     ZIPS     down     the     column     of     her     spine     is     something     outside     of     the     ordinary     realms     of     exciting     .          )          “          dunno     what     rosmerta     does     with     the     place     ,     but     it     feels     completely     𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵     ,     y’know          ?          ”          her     free     hand     runs     rings     along     the     rim     of     her     glass     ,     repetitive     little     gestures     to     busy     herself     .          “          like     i’ve     never     even     been     here     before     .     like     i     need     to     explore     it     all     OVER     again     .          ”          starting     with     the     bathroom     ,     obviously          :          the     glint     in     her     eyes     gives     THAT     away     .

seventy  two  hours  ago,  they  were  post  breakup  ;  he’s  lost  count  of  how  many  that  had  brought  them  to,  but  when  the  reunions  are  THIS  sweet,  he  can  never  really  bring  himself  to  care.  the  graze  of  her  fingertips  against  the  skin  of  his  wrist  successfully  draws  his  attention  away  from  the  animated  tale  that  james  is  telling  the  rest  of  their  table,  not  that  he’s  been  following  it  very  well,  anyway.  his  free  hand  falls  from  tavern  tabletop  to  pip’s  knee  with  an  enviable  casualness  and  there  is  nothing  in  his  vacant  expression  to  betray  the  fact  it  doesn’t  stay  there  for  very  long.  painfully  slowly,  calloused  digits  inch  their  way  beneath  the  folds  of  denim  skirt,  drawing  patterns  across  the  expanse  of  silky  skin  to  be  found  there.  “hm?”  it  takes  a  moment  for  pip’s  words  to  register  over  the  din  that  he  has  forced  himself  to  focus  on  in  an  effort  to  remain  UNREADABLE.  “oh,”  eyes  widen  with  dawning  understanding  in  same  moment  that  his  grip  on  her  thigh  tightens  and  chin  juts  in  an  almost  imperceptible  nod  of  total  agreement.  “we  should... go?”  

[majidjordans-deactivated2023041]

LORENZO ZURZOLO Special project in partnership with Gucci

[sethkate]

Animal Kingdom + The Center Will Hold (3.03)

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fortunae​:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍          :          the     three     broomsticks     . 𝐅𝐎𝐑          :          mary     macdonald          (          @lumosmaxiimas​          )          . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒          :          closed     .

she     hadn’t     meant     to     disappear     quite     so     quickly     ,     not     really          —     -          and     what’s     that     saying     ,     about     the     best     laid     plans     of     mice     and     men          ?          lipstick     is     nothing     more     than     a     faint     smudge     against     her     mouth          (          peter’s     wearing     at     least     half     of     it          )          &          hair     carelessly     tousled     ,     she’s     quite     the     sight     .          “          did     i     MISS     anything          ?          ”          pip     wiggles     in     next     to     mary     effortlessly     ,     blithely     unaware     of     disheveled     state     and     exactly     what     it     says     .          “          nobody’s     gotten     𝐮𝐩     and     done     awful     karaoke     yet          ?          i     was     promised     an     appalling     rendition     of     the     monster     mash     .          ”          (          there’s     a     WORLD’S     difference     between     what’s     promised     and     what’s     received     ,     though          :          she     was     promised     a     fun     night     out     ,     and     what     she’s     received     is     two     hand     -     delivered     orgasms     not     a     half     hour     in     .     it’s     the     best     of     both     worlds     ,     as     far     she’s     𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳          !          )

“oh,  hun  -”  a  tongue  in  cheek  comment  about  how  pip  has  probably  had  more  fun  than  the  REST  of  them  as  it  is  does  at  the  back  of  mary’s  throat  as  she  twists  around  to  face  her  &  has  her  dirty  joke  confirmed.  her  gaze  catches  lily’s  from  across  the  table  (  evidently,  she’s  been  paying  more  attention  to  pip’s  approach  than  she  was  )  and  mary  can’t  miss  the  way  her  friends  eyes  are  thrown  to  the  sky,  though  she  bites  her  tongue  to  avoid  a  giggle  and  resigns  to  avoiding  looking  her  way  again.  don’t  get  her  wrong  :  there  is  undeniable  fondness  to  be  found  beneath  her  bemused  half  smile  &  in  the  way  she  shakes  her  head  in  foax  disapproval.  “you’re  a  mess,”  she  says  in  place  of  an  answer  to  the  question  posed,  and  when  she  reaches  forward  to  wipe  some  of  the  lipstick  smudge  away  from  beneath  her  bottom  lip,  it  is  with  great  tenderness.  honestly,  mary  gets  a  bit  of  a  KICK  out  of  the  way  pip  &  peter  (  speak  of  the  devil  and  he  will  appear  at  sirius’  side,  covered  in  the  same  shade  mary  has  on  her  fingertips  &  blissfully  unaware  of  his  open  fly  )  carry  on,  so  refreshing  as  it  is  to  not  be  the  subject  of  their  friends  titters.  “no  karaoke  to  be  found  as  yet,  but  i’m  sure  you’re  glad  you  came  anyway,  right?”  the  innuendo  is  far  from  skillfully  masked,  but  it’s  all  jokes  :  mary  has  managed  to  find  her  own  lipstick  in  the  front  pocket  of  her  bag  and  holds  it  out  as  friendly  offering.  

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  the  three  broomsticks,  october  1994  !  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒:  closed  to  @fortunae  (  sirius  black  )  ! 

it’s  a  horror  movie  moment  quite  befitting  of  the  evening  :  with  no  warning  given  in  advance,  one  hand  comes  to  rest  on  the  others  SHOULDER  while  the  other  grips  the  back  of  the  booth,  making  it  all  the  easier  for  peter  to  catapult  himself  over  the  back.  he  lands  in  the  empty  space  left  for  him  with  a  little  more  force  than  was  entirely  intended  and  a  sharply  exhaled  oof.  peter  wasn’t  this  TIRED  when  they  left  for  the  three  broomsticks,  and  certainly  hadn’t  been  so  dishevelled  ;  the  half  hour  that  he’s  been  missing  has  done  wonders  for  a  costume  already  hastily  thrown  together,  the  shirt  come  untucked  from  the  band  of  his  trousers,  the  buttons  done  up  all  wrong.  worst  of  all,  his  fly  is  fully  open  for  all  the  world  to  notice  -  though  he,  quite  unfortunately,  hasn’t.  his  focus  is  on  the  tabletop  before  him,  which  he  studies  for  a  long  moment  before  what  he’s  looking  at  sinks  in.  “where’s  my  drink?”  he  queries,  accusation  hidden  behind  the  bleary  blue  eyes  that  are  turned  unto  sirius  in  due  time.  how  dare  you,  they  say.  how  very  dare  you,  even  if  i  wasn’t  here. out  loud  :  “you  bastard.  i  was  only  gone  a  minute.” 

[vivienvalentino]

— Tatum and Stu doing the absolute most

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impediimentas​:

once upon a time, mundungus fletcher had been somewhat of a frequent patron of the knight bus. as a young wix forced to live amongst the non-magical community, they’d come to rely on it for transportation. then they had obtained their apparation license and their need for the knight bus became non-existent. but when between apartments and a lack of people oweing you favors, once becomes desperate for a place to sleep. so, mundungus had raised their hand in the air and then waited. “it’s my stuff,” they stated, bluntly, before slowly standing, knocking some of the dirt off their pants. “are you going to help me with it? or do i have to do that myself?”

“oh. sorry.” it’s pretty obvious that he’s not apologising for asking, and that his words come instead from a place of pity. their ‘stuff’ looked worse for wear, and peter could only assume homelessness. the knight bus was somewhat known for being a home for wayward souls, so that wasn’t in itself a surprise - but his pity didn’t extend to over exerting himself so early in his morning. “use your wand,” he suggests, unhelpfully, making sure to step out of mundungus’ way and allow them more room, “come on, then. we don’t have all night.”

[dvoyd]

will you finally feel victorious, when you’ve proven everyone wrong? when you make them all believe you’re the monster you think you are? will you finally feel pleased, when you’ve pushed the world away? when you’ve lost everything that you said you never wanted? will you finally feel satisfied, when you’re no longer the hero of your own story? when you can crash and burn, and nobody will try to save you? will you finally feel happy, when all your mistakes catch up with you? when the devil looks upon His creation, and smiles, full of pride? will you finally feel at peace, when you watch the world burn with the match you lit? when the flames kiss your fingers and toes while you burn with it? will you finally feel fear, when you see angels pray for themselves?

Dreaming of Armageddon, pt. i | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[lovegates]

𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐨 during an interview for 𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒙 𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the knight bus, wherever it may be   ! 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏:   mid - september, 1994   ! 

with a pair of dark splotches dabbed beneath exhausted eyes and an ill fitting conductors uniform very obviously thrown on before heading out the door, peter had certainly had BETTER days. honestly, he looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed - a concerning observation, given that it was the wee hours of the morning - and, lips twisted downwards before he’d ever set eyes on the prospective passenger, he wasn’t exactly the picture of friendliness that his bosses expected of him. “what’s all this, then?” he asks, peering down at them from where he stops at the back door of the bus, “what’re you doing down there?”