#narnia?

[aceofblades222]

“Its so big”

“it’s the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small?”

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober day 1: insomnia

A Silent Night

Severus silently closed the large doors and turned over, embracing the sudden coldness that surrounded him as he filled his lungs with frosty oxygen. It should have been very dark, yet the snow at his feet appeared as white and pure as it must have been during its descent toward the ground, shining in the corner of his eyes. He looked up, slowly, to face the full moon which stood above the mountains.

He breathed out.

Poppy had argued he never complained about his insomnia because he was stubborn, and refused to take potions because he was too proud. In truth, she was right, but what he would never tell her was that he enjoyed most of these nights spent wandering around the castle in perfect silence. And tonight was special – the entire place was changed. He carefully took a few steps in the snow, half smiling as he heard the familiar sound of it squeaking beneath his feet. There was somewhere he wanted to be, near the forbidden forest; a place where there was always light. He wrapped his coat around himself. As he walked, he was distracted by the sound of small animals playing in the snowdrifts, and wondered if the lake would be frozen in the morning. He walked, what appeared to be an eternity, to finally leave the school’s grounds: no one was there to watch, or complain anymore.

All of a sudden, all was still – Severus stopped abruptly, experiencing a well-known, bewildering feeling as he watched the snowflakes falling rapidly, then instantly slowing down as his eyes focused on the course of only one of them. He felt slightly dizzy, yet somewhat happy; it was not joy, but the blurry remembrance of past experiences and childish games that came rushing into his mind, sweeping away the day’s frustration, gently patting his shoulder. From the distance he could see the rays of light through the dense foliage. The lamp post stood alone in the forest for no reason at all. It had always been there, and to Severus’ opinion, always would be. Perhaps, a long time ago, it had meant something to someone. But now all meaning was lost, and he was left with a mystery he did not intend to solve.

He stood there, again, and watched as the snowfall’s race slowed down to the bare minimum, slowed down so suddenly it appeared to be magic, but kept moving, gently, as if in an attempt to prove the place wasn’t completely foreign to the laws of gravity. The branches of the fir-tree were faltering under the strain of snow, not defeated, but presenting the world with renewed beauty; the lamp post cast a warm, yellow light on its surroundings, its tip strangely without snow, as if it had melted to its contact, or the whole object had been moving and was just pretending to be lifeless because it was watched. The trees themselves seemed to be holding their breath, and he knew there was something in the air tonight, something peculiar – he closed his eyes, wondering if he felt perfectly at peace, now.

He did not.

Despite the sereneness he was feeling, and the night and light being so comforting, he found himself feeling full of regrets. Sometimes, when we get the chance to witness Beauty itself, and it is not often that we do, we are struck with the realisation that no matter the efforts we will put in it, the talent, and determination, and poetic devices, words will never quite do it justice. And when we are old and crooked and grey it will still live inside ourselves, but for us alone. Severus had been feeling lonely, a deep, aching sense of isolation he felt desperate to share: would Albus, once back, read it in his eyes, and smile to him? Would he guess, with a single glance, that for all his pride and self-preservation instinct, he was craving contact?

Or was it all a product of his sleep-deprived brain, and did all sounds appeared so muffled because he was too tired to pay attention?

Still, there was something, a small noise, a tiny imperfection on the unsullied ground that caught his eye: small footprints coming from behind the lamp post, getting closer, much closer to him; he followed their path with worn out eyes, and looked down.

“Minerva”, he said softly as big, gold and emerald eyes looked back at him.

She mowed in response, watching as snowflakes clang to his raven hair and glowed as he moved. For a moment, she watched the falling snow at his side. Then, still making sure he was looking at her, she turned her head in the school’s direction. Things were not as dark, now; Severus knew soon it would be dawn, and he should think of making his way back to the castle, like she was encouraging him to. But he did not want to.

“I still have plenty of time before classes start”, he told her, his gaze falling upon the lamp spot once again – the last snowflakes were softly landing on the ground.

But the cat mowed in protest, and Severus did not have the energy to argue - he sighed in defeat.

She followed him as he turned his back on the forest and headed back to the school, looking very much defeated as they got closer to its stone walls.

“Severus,” she called gently, as he turned over for his gaze to be met, this time, with very human eyes – “Severus, dear, if you slept more you would know today is Saturday, and someone is waiting for you.”

The Potions master frowned, just a second, then turned around –

...and felt a gentle heat spreading in his chest and warming up his tired body as a bright, excited purple figure broke away from the stone walls before him.

And as usual, he smirked.

[spicynudle]

The indisputable proof that I hate myself is how I keep watching The Loo... Really? Clarke would just up and let thousands of people die? Clarke, Wanheda, who has single handedly stopped wars, she would team up with Jaha? REALLY? WHO PROFILED CLARKE'S CHARACTER BECAUSE THEY SURE AS HELL MISSED THE MARK BY THREE DIMENSIONS YOU ABSOLUTE PIECES OF SHIT THELONIOUS JAHA! JAHA! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEEEEEEEEEE AND WHO WAS IN CHARGE OF LUNA? THE BEST CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YOU COULD COME UP FOR LUNA WAS HER GOING BATSHIT CRAZY? why do these people have writing jobs? Please explain. Please. My soul is so tired of all this bulshit. I'm so tired of getting played and being told that these are professionals. My five year old sister can come up with better stories.

[thesassystorm]

I had the weirdest effing dream last night

So, my siblings and I were in an old mansion that was, I assume, our new home. My mom said that she got a great deal on the house and that she had actually been able to buy it. Anyway, we explored the house that already had our furniture in it even though we just pulled up, and in my room there was a closet with light coming through the door. I opened it and found GASP! Nothing. So I slowly began to push past the clothes while my mom called us downstairs. I finally got through the clothes, and ended up on a mountainside. I have not seen Narnia in a few years, but clearly my brain remembers it well. It began to snow and I was freezing, so I turned around to go back home. NOPE! The door was locked and the exit was gone. Then there was this weird thing where my dream, like, time-lapsed me sleeping and different things happening around me(gotta love Sims 4)until everything went black and I woke up next to a sleeping Minotaur in a cave. So I sat up and looked around, and there was this open door leading to another place. All of my siblings were there. I walked over, and the Minotaur spoke. "You can leave if you wish," he said. "You can go home, or you can go somewhere else. But you can never come back." Despite having a mother who was probably freaking out, we just waltzed right through the door. We ended up outside in an open beach area that had a ship near us. Can you guess what we did? Good job kiddo, we walked to the ship. So, a boat fell off the ship and landed on us, and suddenly the captain was yelling at me to shoot some random guy off into the ocean that we weren't in the middle of earlier. Shot the guy because #YOLO and the captain told me that I and my siblings had been asleep for three days and in those days I was chosen to be the assistant captain. So I looked at him and said, "Are you sure? I mean, I can't do anything right...um." Then I said eff it and woke up.

[littlez13]

Heyyyy Message me ideas of props i could use for some senior portraits tomorrow please? Im gonna take some pictures in a park and some more downtown by some water fountain things

[daeryong]

Why the fuck do they not carry 36A bras anymore?! Like what the fuck?