#ravnclaws

[incorrect-slytherin]

Swoosh

Hufflepuff: you cant naruto run away from all your problems.

Ravenclaw: watch me

[gxldentrio]

Once again, I was tagged by the fabulous @snapslikethis <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

I’m not!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like 10 minutes ago, maybe? I am a compulsive crier. I cry all the time, at everything. Yesterday I saw some christmas candles in the sale and started crying because I love the holidays so much.

3. Do you have any kids?

I absolutely do not.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I do-- but half of the time I end up having to explain it was sarcasm, so maybe I’m not doing it too well.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hair. Always the hair.

6. What’s your eye color?

Brown!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I always end up crying and it’s so much fun.

8. Any special talents?

I can bend my thumb so it makes a 90 degree angle with my other fingers.

9. Where were you born?

In Portugal! 20 minutes from where I currently live.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, studying (sue me), organising things, watching tv, going to the movies, baking.

11. Do you have any pets?

I have a 14 year old brother.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I’ve done different types of dance (including 7 years of ballet) and swimming. Right now I do nothing.

13. How tall are you?

5′4 (166cm)

14. Dream job

A research and teaching position in my field with a library/coffee shop biz on the side

15. Favorite subject in school

SCIENCE BITCH 

tagging  @ghostofbambifanfiction @prongsno @seokangs @letthebookbegin @kirjavaspan @padfootdidit @ravnclaws @hiddenpolkadots 

[likeawildthing]

Linds, I just read your article and I am so, so proud of you. It was a stunning, powerful piece of writing. I loved the style ,and your pain, your heartbreak, your fear, your healing and your hope washed over me and brought me to tears. Congratulations on being published, and congratulations on your journey of recovery, lovely. You are so brave, and I'm so honoured to know you. xx

Thank you! I’m glad the hope and healing washed over you as well because those were the things I wanted to resonate. Life is often all of those things at once (unless a person has the emotional range of a teaspoon). Thank you so much!!! 

[herhmione]

harry is scuffed converse, glasses constantly slipping down his nose, socks sagging from too many wears and eyes drooping from another late night. he's the smell of broomstick polish and a crisp autumn morning, the rustle of leaves in dimly lit woods, sunlight dappling the floor golden. he's the incessant tapping of a foot, tap tap tap tap tap tap, waiting for something but not knowing what. he's an early morning run in the cold february air, lungs burning, eyes streaming, soul on fire. he's a small smile that shows so much, a twinkle of the eyes that requires nothing said at all. he's nights spent in a room alone, throwing spells against the wall, working and working and pushing and pushing. he's warmth, yet distance. soft edges but biting teeth. anything and everything, wrapped into one; a myriad of emotion and feeling and fire that never ever seems to extinguish.

hermione is oxfords tied exactly twice, deep brown and shining. she's the breeze in october, cool yet full of warmth, of faded reds and golds and browns twirling in the air. she's running a finger down the spine of an old book, the creaking of aged, yellowing pages. she's sunlight streaming through an opened window, illuminating the dust as it falls to the floor, floating and sparkling and almost magical. she's holding a too hot cup of tea in mittened hands, the crunch of twigs underneath fraying boots, the rustle of leaves that have been silent for far too long. she's nights spent in the biggest, oldest, coziest couch, papers scattered haphazardly, quill in mouth, biting biting biting, hands flitting from page to page and word to word, eyes bleary yet bright. she's something steady, yet ever moving, wheels turning round and round and round, never pausing too long until the next idea, next destination, next task. she's knowing that once, twice, is never enough to get it right. a grand idea tied neatly into a small, paper wrapped package, sensible yet never fanciful.

ron is bare feet curled into soft sand. he's the crackle of a fire on low heat, just bright enough to illuminate every dip and rise of those huddled around, basking in its warmth. he's the soft sun in may, illuminating and bright but never blinding. he's a warm hand clasped around a wrist, a steady hand firm on a shoulder, felt but never seen. he's the smell of freshly baked bread, of waking up to pancakes and the sound of voices laughing down the stairs. he's sunlight through blinds, casting lines of light throughout the room, bright as day yet soft, never harsh or unyielding. he's the feeling of laying in the grass, staring up at the clouds as they roll through a light, ever blue sky. he's head in one hand, staring out the window and imagining new worlds and knights in shining armor and princesses high in castles as a voice in the background drones on and on and on, fading into white noise. he's so much, yet never too much, a guiding light in the darkness, something almost like home, warmth in a sea of cold.

[lilsevan]

character posters: nancy wheeler.

screw that.

[annbeth]

hogwarts houses and explorers → which one calls your name?

[elakai]

[sxpositive]

dean thomas ❤ seamus finnigan 

“seamus gave a great roar of delight and ran to hug his best friend.”