when entering the class jared gave a small nod towards the teacher, mister rivers, who seemed to be beaming : probably as it was the first time in forever that jared wasn’t walking into the class in a zombie-like-state. ——— this new state of being awake : was in part jacob’s turning & the cullen’s had returned, which probably caused the redhead to seemingly stop some appearing. those things had allowed sam to give jared the time off that he very much needed needed to sleep.
nervous & excited over the class he was in. history being a first period class meaning he slept through almost all lessons recently. although had by the fact that he turned in the essay for class & it was only due to them that he was able to snag a passing grade.
with his backpack under the table & in between his legs, jared was digging through it rapidly. searching for pen he swear he put in it. his movement came to a halt, as suddenly a smell hit him. recognizing it , from sleeping. the very same smell he didn’t think was ever feel and just a part of his dream - ( the boy himself didn’t know it : but it was the very same smell that had calmed him & lulled him into sleep into a peaceful sleep, even more so than in a bed. )
“ hey sorry to bother, but do you have a pen i can borrow? “ as dark eyes interlocked. one thing was quite sure : jared plan of finally being able to focus on history wasn’t going to be a thing.
ALSO FIVE TIMES KISSED FOR REBECCA AND SOLOMON WHAT
meme — no longer accepting ( @tcblossom )
#1 --- it had been weeks now since solomon had been nestled into a hotel in forks , right near la push and their beach. it was solomon’s own personal agenda to surf on every ( suitable ) body of water he could ... he was supposed to leave two weeks ago. but rebecca had stolen a lot more than just his attention. he couldn’t leave just yet. even if it meant being home schooled , or possibly transferring to a school around here ... he couldn’t give up his chance with her. and now , kissing her for the first time , the need to be with her merely intensified. he didn’t know why , but he could just tell she’d be someone very important for him.
#2 --- “ one more kiss. “ he said , right after the fifth kiss he had gotten out of her. he needed to get going to work but the cool a.c. and the sight of his girlfriend were two tempting factors. he could call in sick , tell them to cancel the class ... “ one more kiss and i’ll leave this time , i promise. “ his fingers were crossed and he knew she knew. but , thankfully , she obliged. his lips were on hers though , this time he cupped her face gently and tried to hold her there. he was going to make kiss number six last.
#3 --- standing at the beach , bare feet sinking into the cool sand , he bent momentarily to roll up the legs of his slacks. their wedding day had gone off with a hitch. it was a small ceremony , his and her family around. he was disappointed to hear the neither her father or brother would be there , but rachel was , so at least she had her in that end. his fingers reached over for hers , bringing her closer before simply looking at her. “ ... you’re gorgeous , lo'u alof. “ he smiled. “ you have my whole heart. “ he continued to speak , smiling a bit before bending to give her a sweet kiss. his wife.
#4 --- his world was suddenly crashing down. ‘ you’re far too injured , mr. finau. you can no participate in surfing competitions ... ‘ that was his whole world. he traveled yearly , he trained for months on end ... it was his life. and now he had to suddenly stop? and at such a young age. he didn’t get to have a final competition , didn’t get to have a send off ... this was it. this was the end. solomon lost motivation to do a lot since the news. he hadn’t left the house in a week , had barely moved from his spot on the couch. the tv was on , but he was barely registering it. his championships were on display , his board still leaning on the wall ... these constant reminders that loitered his mind now. he only snaps out of his thoughts when he feels a hand on his shoulder , then he sees the face of his wife. the sturdy rock in his life. “ ... i’m going to be okay. “ he says after a moment , though his smile did not return. still , he leaned up to place a kiss on her worried lips. she needed the reassurance as much as he did.
#5 --- to an outsider this was a weird way to spend an afternoon. solomon had joked , once , about body glitter seemingly being a trend in the forks area. “ i’d love to try it. “ he remembered saying when he had spotted some during a time out with rebecca. perhaps becca had took him seriously ... who was he kidding , she knew what she was doing. now shirtless , half of his body covered in body glitter she insisted on apply onto him herself , he cracked a lopsided grin. “ you know , if you wanted to rub up all over me , you don’t have to make these excuses anymore. i’ll let you put your hands anywhere you want , baby. “ he bent a bit , hand going around her waist before purposely bringing her closely to his chest. he knew it would smudge the body glitter onto her. “ this gives me a good idea ... you rub this on me and then i’ll rub it on you ... well , we’ll roll around in the sheets and let the glitter get on you like that. “ he smirked a bit , dipping his head to kiss her. he wanted it to go for longer , but he pulled back. “ ... go ahead and finish , babe. but you’re not putting any of that on ‘ solomon jr ‘, alright? “
Amelia sniffed, keeping her gaze low. Her once-fair features were already flushed from crying but being stumbled upon in such a state caused her flushing to worsen even more so. Nevertheless as embarrassed as she was, a part of Amelia was undeniably relieved that it was Susan who stumbled upon her. She continued to sit in silence at the bottom of the staircase, still staring at the floor as the tears rolled down her cheeks one by one.
"I hate this." Amelia whispered after a few moments. She drew in a shaky breath in an attempt to calm herself but to no success. God, what good use was it being a witch with magical powers if she couldn't make her pain go away? "I hate being here." Her bottom lip trembled as a hand flew up to wipe away at the additional tears that fell. "I hate being a freak.”
There was no need for Amelia to move her gaze away from the chalkboard to see Susan push something towards her. Her green eyes remained focused straight ahead though her attention was drawn to the corner of her eyes, eyeing the little sheet of ripped parchment on the table. She waited for the right moment, until Umbridge had turned her back to the class once more, before subtly and quickly taking the note.
Amelia had barely read over it before she clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the snorted laughter that threatened to escape her. A quick glance to the front of the class told her that Umbridge seemed oblivious to her near-burst (much to her relief) which gave Amelia the boost to grin cockily at the professor before grabbing her quill and scribbling her own addition to the note.
“it’s just a cut, really.” ( from aimee because wolves gotta support each other?? )
STARTER SENTENCES : ANGST & POST ANGST !
“ ‘JUST A CUT’ , “ he repeats aimee’s words to her softly , fingers preoccupied with the bottom hem of his shirt moving to rip the red fabric of his tee , as his hand jerks in a sharp yank that fills the silence stretched between them , with the sole sound of fabric tearing . “ yeah , it’s just a cut . but even for us , a cut can sometimes turn into something worse . “ he wraps the torn piece of his shirt ‘round the gash on her palm , already beginning to heal yet still staining the already crimson fabric , a deeper shade of red in the middle .
‘ kimmy . ’ his voice draws out , chocolate eyes rolling up towards the ceiling as she laughs . ‘ it’s really not that big of a deal ! ’ large hands move out - arms at either side of his head as he nods . partly to convince her , amusement still present on his face . ‘ seriously . stop freaking out . people will stare ! ’ // @tcblossom
❛ So blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life. ❜ ( from aimee! :3 )
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‘ ’ so i should blame this little killing spree on you ? after all, that pain is YOURS. it is up to you — && no one else, to control it. if you cannot then humans start to notice && our existence is threatened. that’s a threat we take very seriously. this needs to be corrected. ‘ ’
tcblossom replied to your post: also as most of my muses, my ginny doesn’t follow...
Them all having kids so early always confused me a little! I mean…PTSD who?
five? years? is not enough time? to heal? after such a traumatic experience? like jk was like ‘oh they have each other, they’re having a bunch of sex and healing each other yep that’s right, that’s the canon’ like?? thIS IS WHY CURSED CHILD HAPPENED, BECAUSE JAMES IS FUCKED UP BECAUSE GINNY AND HARRY WERE STILL FUCKED UP FROM THE WAR, THEY TRIED, BUT SHITS HARD
