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it would be so fun to have a thread inspired by the tv show "from" not sure if anyone is watching it, has seen it etc. but it would be a cool AU, might also add a character or two as well.

[svetlloba]

The pale moon hung over the town with no clouds to disturb it; its light slithered through every available opening. Her tall windows leading to the balcony were wide open, the sheer curtains concealing nothing, only the illusion of privacy. Tom hardly moves from where he stands, his back to the moon as he looks at her.

"You weren't answering my owls."

His tone is light. Nothing accusatory in the way he speaks. Which is a trap in itself. Poor little Hermione, she was still clinging to some dreamy delusion that she could simply get away from him. She should know better. Unlike most people around him, she had always been a far better judge of what was actually happening. And Tom had decided he wanted to keep her. He had told her so. Well, perhaps not in those exact words.

But he had given her considerably more attention than he afforded anyone else, and they had shared far more than he would ever allow anyone else to see. She should know better. "Hermione…" A small smile barely stretches his lips, eyes fixed on her face. "Did I do something?"

His voice shifts into something sweeter. Sickly so, almost, a tactic he had used on other women before. He uses it now precisely because he knows she would hate it. He could frighten her instead; he'd enjoy that. But he wants to give her a chance first. He wants to watch her squirm.

mugglebrn asked: what are you doing here? (Tom) / MEME

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Momentarily, he had stopped reading the book in his lap, eyes lazily moving from the congested text on the pages to the bushy know-it-all sitting opposite him. It was almost comical to think that the person who seemed able to read him was Granger. Many things had been changed by the war they had found themselves in; more had started changing before it even began.

But Draco couldn't have guessed that the one person he could find even a little solace with would be a member of the Golden Trio. Although consider the other two members, she was also the most likely. He would have killed Weasley a long time ago had he been forced into any prolonged communication with him.

"What do you mean?"

Feigning ignorance, he leisurely placed the book down on the small wooden table beside his chair. Legs crossed, one hand idly resting on the arm of the chair, the other absentmindedly removing a piece of lint from his trousers.

"What has gotten your knickers in a twist, Granger?"

mugglebrn asked: i’m not crazy, right? there’s something going on here. (Draco) / MEME

[notgaybuckybarnes]

"I have the honor to be a knight"

A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS 1.02 "Hard Salt Beef"

[scribeherself]

On why “this content is problematic and so is anyone who writes it” is the same censorship logic used to ban books—and how tight-knit cliques use coordinated ostracization to enforce moral purity in fandom. We’ve traded nuance for purity tests, and in doing so, we’ve lost the freedom to explore the full range of human experience. Read it here.

[svetlloba]

Not yet. She could feel it, that particular tingling under the skin, low and steady. The moment was coming. It just wasn't here. The weather couldn't make up its mind. An hour ago, the wind had been cutting, finding every exposed inch of skin it could. Then the sun had come out like it had something to prove. Now the clouds were rolling back in, dark and heavy, hanging low between the skyscrapers like they were in a hurry.

"I think we should take the subway." It sounded like a suggestion. It wasn't. Underground was right. Underground was where they needed to be.

"We're not getting there standing here, and we're not getting there through the air either." She glanced at Carol. If Carol flew off on her own, would she take her along? That would actually be pretty fucking cool. Hopefully, it wouldn't come down to a cab. Either way, not an option right now. "You know I'm right." She started moving without waiting for confirmation. The wind had picked up again, sending fast food flyers and wrappers spiraling around their feet. She crossed mid-block without slowing down, not bothering with the crosswalk. Cars honked. None of them hit her.

They wouldn't. "You never did say..." She hadn't pushed it before. Hadn't needed to. But they were moving now, and it seemed like a reasonable time to know. "What are we walking into? Because there's a difference between fighting through a swarm of guys and going full undercover-hack-the-mainframe." A small pause. "I can do either. Just like to know which shoes I'm wearing. Or if I need to change my outfit."

@divinityrisen 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 !

[svetlloba]

Bare metal walls on all sides, if she didn't know any better, she'd think someone had shrunk them and dropped them inside a dough mixer. Or perhaps an elaborate escape room for people with very poor taste.

She knows they're in space. It simply doesn't feel like it. Considerably less floating than she'd imagined. "What an astute observation." The smile she offered was sharp enough to cut. "And you say odd things constantly. Is that a sense of humor or evidence of a deeply unhappy childhood?"

With a shrug that suggested she couldn't care less either way, Agatha sauntered toward the wide viewport at the front of the ship, where stars glimmered at a distance that felt almost insulting. "Are you actually operating this thing correctly?" She had absolutely no idea how to fly a spaceship. That was beside the point.

If she was going to be trapped with Little Miss Positive for any extended period of time, she was going to need to land somewhere. Stretch her legs. Talk to literally anyone else. "Where are we? When do we land, and where exactly are we landing? Can we return to Earth?" A beat. "You should be doing considerably less psychoanalyzing and considerably more driving."

mantcdea asked: you use humor as a form of self - defense. / for Agatha Harkness 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙀 !

[jadedanddark]

I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?

[shotgunaxecombo]

PSA // I AM A LOW-MAINTENANCE RP PARTNER

what exactly does a low-maintenance rp partner mean? well… it means that I will never rush you for a reply ( ic or ooc ), meme or ask answer, or pretty much anything! take all the time you need, it really doesn’t matter to me. this isn’t a race, this is something that is done for fun! so, don’t feel obligated to do something or even be online, if you don’t want to. it doesn’t matter how long or fast it takes you to respond to me, if you’re my person, you’re my person. and if you go on hiatus, i’ll stick with you through it so when you come back it’s like nothing ever happened. never feel obligated to explain to me why it takes so long, i get it we all have other things we’re doing. some of us work full-time, some of us are in school full-time, some of us run multiple blogs and some of us just can’t find the will or motivation to write for a couple days on end… I never want you to feel pressured to interact/talk/associate with me. so, do what you need for yourself and just know i’ll be here in the background rooting for you!

[kaizsche]

MATTHEW GOODE as MATTHEW CLAIRMONT A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES, S1E1 (2018)

[svetlloba]

"You should come outside." A pause. "We have food. Drinks. More than enough." Pathetic. He heard it as he said it. And yet here he was, saying it.

The problem was that it was worse either way. When she wasn't in front of him, he found himself cataloguing her absence like some kind of idiot, wondering what she was doing, whether her hair was up or down, what she'd reach for first when she thought no one was watching. And then she'd walk back in, and he'd forget what he'd been thinking about entirely, which was its own kind of problem.

He didn't lose track of things. He didn't lose track of anything. Business, women, the precise moment something stopped being interesting, he'd always known exactly where he stood and exactly when he intended to leave. It was one of his better qualities, he'd always thought.

Taggie made all of that go very quiet. Alarming wasn't quite the word. Alarming implied it might pass. "Are you avoiding someone?" He already knew he was asking about himself. He moved along the counter slowly, no particular hurry, until he was standing beside her. "I hope not." His eyes tracked the curve of her neck. He found himself wondering, with some detachment, whether he'd ever given any thought to a woman's neck before. Apparently, he did now.

@fatescattered 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 !

[svetlloba]

The days were getting longer. He could feel it before he saw it, the particular quality of the late afternoon light, the way the warmth clung to the air past the hour it had any right to. Spring remembering itself. A reminder of what was coming. Shorter nights. Muddy ones. More waiting.

He had liked summer, once. He knew that the way you know something from a dream you can't quite shake, not memory exactly, more like the shape of one. Wavy grass. Fields that went on until they didn't. The clouds of small flies gathered wherever water sat still. The last long streaks of orange pulling across the sky like something reluctant to leave.

Gone now. Not forgotten, he didn't allow himself that mercy. Some things you carry in the sinew and the bone, whether you intend to or not. He was from somewhere. He was from someone. That didn't stop being true just because everything else had.

"I was thinking about a drink," he said, easy, like the thought had just occurred to him. The smile came slowly. "It's been a long day." He let that sit a moment. "You know of a place?"

@stringswoven 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 !

[svetlloba]

Someone was leaning on their horn outside. Usually she could tune it out. Not today. Today every sound was doing its own personal damage somewhere behind her left eye.

The table rocked when she set her coffee down. One leg shorter than the others, or maybe two, she hadn't bothered to check. The tablecloth had a stain that predated her visit by what looked like several administrations.

"Did you say God? Like an actual..." She gestured vaguely upward. "Sure. And you picked Hell's Kitchen for your next stay. Great commute."

She still wasn't entirely clear on why they were here. The food was good, she'd give it that. And the waitress hadn't smiled at her once, which she respected. But it was too early, her head was splitting, and whatever this was better be worth it.

"So. What do you want?"

@mantcdea 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 !

[svetlloba]

The day had started fucking boring. They hadn't let him sleep, which was unconscionable; last night had been exceptional. Someone may have died. He wasn't entirely sure. There had been some kind of commotion, but he'd been rather gloriously occupied at the time, nestled between the tits of some woman. Blonde. Or brunette. One of the two, certainly.

Now, in the horrible, honest light of day, the details escaped him. His body remembered well enough though. That was something.

"Perhaps a drink. Yes. Something to begin with." He looked up. "You wanted to speak to me about something. What is it? Is it a party? God, I hope it's a party. If it's another peasant rebellion, I shall actually weep; they are so dull. They never do anything new."

@petitsdieu 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡!

[svetlloba]

𝘩𝘪! 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 <3 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵-𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳! 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘤𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳" - fixed my carrd

[priestess-of-isis]

PENNY DREADFUL 2014-1016 — Season one, episode two