#it's implied?

[nebulablackjack]

An idea for an outfit was suggested for a Vee!Alastor AU, now I'm here. I stayed up way too late making this

[imminent-danger-came]

Woe, art with weird vibes be upon ye

[souppiemousse]

Doodles :))

Testing out a new brush of mine

[curiouselfqueen]

She breathed in and out. Deep breath in through the nose... out through the nose. Wasn’t it supposed to be out the mouth? Or did it matter when you’re meditating. No. Feel the shape of the breath is what Daphne had told her in... and out... There was too much eucalyptus this time. Release that thought... this is why she always had music or something on in the background. Too many thoughts.

But that was the point. It was meant to be a cleansing bath. In... and out...

The tinkling of Crooks’ collar and bell crept closer. She hadn’t bothered to close the door, letting some light from the hallway come in. Even though she was closing her eyes in the dark bathroom. 

She was sitting in the dark, eyes closed, in a slightly too hot bath with too much eucalyptus. This was supposed to be relaxing. This was supposed to be cleansing. In... and out...

She peeked an eye open when she heard the cat hop up onto the rim of the tub. If Granger had a clawfoot like hers, there wouldn’t be room. But this flat’s tub was protruding out from the wall like a box. Not that she really minded. Even though it was ugly. She’d left the door open, after all.

In... and out...

I am releasing.... my emotional walls. In her mind’s eye she saw the crumbling. She cringed, but let them fall. In... and out... this time through the mouth.

I am releasing... I am releasing....

I am... releasing... my depression.

Can you release depression? She didn’t think it was that simple. But it was worth a shot. Inhaling, inviting in positivity.... exhale and release the darkness... In... and out...

I am releasing other’s expectations for my life.

That one came easier than she thought it would. 

She knew her parents didn’t actually expect her to marry pureblood anymore - or even a man for that matter. Though she suspected her mother held out hope... let it go... in... out... Wasn’t it enough to just live? To exist? That should be enough in itself. 

Right?

Her professors had always expected high marks of her. Especially Professor Snape. She liked to think she made him proud during school but what would he think of her now? Not exactly living up to expectations, she suspected. But that didn’t matter. He wasn’t around anyway. In. Out.

Her friends couldn’t care less what she did with her life. She liked to think they cared that she was around, but everyone had their own shit to deal with. Her girlfriend didn’t even care what she did with her life - as long as it was something. As long as she shared. That had taken getting used to. But what else should she have expected when she started dating Granger?

In... and out...

She wanted to do something. She wanted to be productive. For herself. She didn’t want to be someone that expected others to hand everything to her. 

Pansy picked up the bar of soap and began washing. Ritual was highly undervalued in magics these days. First up one arm, across her chest and up the other arm, just like her mother had done and then she took to repeating for over thirty years. Simple motions, repeated over time. She felt the inner walls cracking. Light pouring in over the rubble, everyone she gave a shit about on the other side smiling just because she was there.

She stood up, wiping the water away, washing off the last month.

Today was a new start. As would be tomorrow.

[luminaxandra]

IT’S CHARLIE AND VAGGIE! and they just dropped down to hell with a splash!

[aropippin]

@projectbway  event 02 : adaptions   —  Darling

I could show you wonder Surely wonderful wonders If you want the wonder I can give you wonder, my love

[fawley-en-face]

cracked glass that's half empty

Doesn’t matter if the glass is cracked, if it can still hold something.The important thing here is what’s in the glass, though. Is it half a cocktail? Because in that case, the takeaway is that there’s still more to drink. 

And I taste fucking fabulous