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Gryffindors are bright mornings, leaves dripping in gold. They’re the trailblazers, unafraid of the road ahead. They’re laughing so loud your stomach hurts, the knowledge that your friends are right behind you wherever you go. They’re ice skating with someone you love, clinging on to them for dear life. They’re make-believe games with quests and dragons and swords pointing at the sky. They’re rosy cheeks, winter winds and freezing hands. They’re the adrenaline when a plane takes off, the drop at the top of a rollercoaster. They’re delighted screams and freedom, the wind through your hair. They’re panting, pillow fights, feathers bursting into the air. They’re finger painting and festivals and burning sunsets. They’re the burn in your lung after chasing something you’ll never be able to catch.

Hufflepuffs are honey and flowers and the soft autumn sun. They’re knitted jumpers and scarves and soft tan boots. They’re fresh air and nature, the sound of birds singing. They’re rolling down a hill in the spring, grass stains on your knees, daisy chains in your hair. They’re waving at someone across a crowded room, bright smiles and laughter. They’re coming home after a long day and seeing your family. They’re playing fetch with your dog, your cat weaving between your feet. They’re fluffy socks and song birds and kraft notebooks with hand drawn patterns. They’re throw cushions on a bed, a tiny cottage surrounded by wilderness. They’re the ground beneath your feet, the air that you breathe. They’re the light you chase when you thought you’d never see the morning.

Ravenclaws are leather bound books and overstocked libraries. They’re waking up at two am to google that thing that’s bugging you. They’re journals with half the words crossed out, scribbles and ink stains and missing pages. They’re stretching when you’ve been hunched over all day, rolling off the edge of a bed, burrowing in blankets. They’re torch light and held breaths and reverent whispers. They’re the entire night sky and everything beyond it; the embodiment of the universe. They’re desperate searches and hidden castles and ghost stories by firelight. They’re the mystery of a dark corridor, the force of a whirlwind. They’re the excitement of discovery, the rustle of crunched up paper. They’re the last whisper before you fall asleep.

Slytherins are foggy hillsides and picturesque landscapes. They’re hand written love notes and subtle glances across a classroom. They’re black boots, long coats, buttons done up to the top. They’re tipping your head back to breathe the air, kicking up stones on a deserted path. They’re mirrored lakes, everything below the surface. They’re the confidence to get something right, the feel of magic in your fingertips. They’re holding your breath underwater, pretending to be a mermaid when you swim. They’re finding that one song that makes you want to create a storm. They’re the chill in the breeze, the force in the tide. They’re enchanted forests and lingering glances and long drives. They’re the lightning and the thunder and everything in between.

name: skarletta timezone: cst pronouns: she-her-hers house: slytherin / horned serpent patronus: justin bieber favorite tropes: TOO MANY. omg. um um. fake dating. childhood friends reunited. from enemies to lovers. pissbabies falling in love. CHEATING!!!! basically just toxic shit af. one thing that you want to see: INCLUSION!!! people getting hype af over plots and just creating an atmosphere that makes ppl excited to write and get to know each other <333

also, angst.

favorite hp book: listen. u can’t make me pick. except mb I pretend OoTP never happened. a song you think everyone should listen to: <3 by cherub favorite food: pizza preferred contact method: i will probably live in the cbox lbr. u can hmu here too!!

#ghstrp #intro #love me!!!!!!

natalieweepoetry

you’re in love with a boy who’s magic and it’s like waking up for the first time, like racing through America’s spine across highways where you stared death in the face and laughed. this love has fleeting legs. this love is fireproof but the boy who loves you is not. he says: are you trying to save me? and it hits you hard as the first two inches between a prize fighter’s show-stopping fist. he is the product of a reckless man who never once told him that happiness was something he deserved. in your hands, his heart feels like a baby bird. show him that his body is precious. that tenderness does not need to be rare. take his bones apart and point out the lightning in his blood, the steel in his eyes, the silver of his tongue. peel away every bruise that made him forget he is starlight. kiss him, careful. without words, say: you are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever loved without breaking. you are every dream i’ve ever had made real and you will save yourself.

when an angry boy loves a sad boy // natalie wee (via wondersmithinc)

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ughommes

Jonathan Bellini photographed by Hudson Rennan

Sao Paulo FW

#boo #jonathan bellini

madeoflightning-rp

FLOAT THROUGH THE ROOM; for hazy summer nights drinking from your friend’s red solo cup.

01 Agora Bear Hands / 02 This is Gospel Panic! At the Disco / 03 Feeling Ok Best Coast / 04 You’re Such A Hailee Steinfeld / 05 Wild Things Alessia Cara / 06 Stars (Hold On) Youngblood Hawke / 07 New Romantics Taylor Swift / 08 Cake by the Ocean DNCE / 09 Irresistible Fall Out Boy ft. Demi Lovato / 10 Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked Cage the Elephant / 11 Genghis Khan Miike Snow / 12 All Star Smash Mouth / 13 I Wanna Get Better Bleachers / 14 Run Away With Me Carly Rae Jepson / 15 The Sound 1975 / 16 King Years & Years / 17 Formation (Dirty) Beyoncé / 18 Jumpman Playy / 19 Get It Matt and Kim / 20 Ready to Run One Direction

8tracks / spotify

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basketcasemp3

@tassafarmiga asked: veronica mars + favorite character ∟i hope we’re still friends after i taser you

#c: darla

pigmenting

…there was this, wasn’t there — the two of us, alone in our own weird version of holiness.

Catherine Owen, from “migration: Christmas, the other ending” in Designated Mourner (via violentwavesofemotion)

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lovemakesyouwonder

lovequotesrus

Everything you love is here

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atrarchive

MADE OF LIGHTNING a four month old real-life site set in present-day London, with a character-driven plot, a shipper app, and a hella . come join our community of diverse, friendly members, snag an ad or two, and jump into our stoplight partyevent today!

rules // groups // faces // requests // advertise //

wnq-writers

Maybe it’s you and maybe it’s the cigarettes but I’m finding it hard to breath. I guess that’s what bad habits do to you. You never think you’ll get addicted.

theworldturnedorange (via wnq-writers)

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sickpage

Brooklyn Gang 1959, by Bruce Davidson

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jaekth

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aithne

Polyamory for Writers

Every so often, the cry goes up: “Fewer love triangles and more threesomes!” But what if you’re a writer who wants to write some polyamorous relationships, but you’re not sure where to start?

This article is here to help.

Please note that this is not a guide about how to be in a polyamorous relationship. That ground has been covered by other people in more depth and detail than I will ever be able to manage. (I have some good articles for you to read at the end of this piece, should you be looking for that.) This is a quick guide about writing polyamorous characters, how poly relationships work, and special concerns writers need to watch out for. This is not a comprehensive post, but it should give you a place to start.

(As for why I wrote this: I am a writer who has identified as poly for her entire adult life, and have been in a number of different varieties of poly relationships over the years, including a committed triad. I have a lot of experience with poly relationships–including messing them up. I figured that if anyone’s going to write something like this, it’s going to be me.)

Ready to go? The good stuff is under the cut.

Keep reading

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