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I’ve got a dad, a future husband, and a son and now all I need is my mom, tomorrow can’t come soon enough!!!

who’s excited for acceptances coming up tonight??

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#tempuschat #aaron johnson icons #teddy lupin #teddy lupin icons #aaron johnson #i wanted to make teddy icons #even if i dont get accepted so the teddy player can have something to use #m: icons #m: edit #posting at midnight bc reasons #pls dont judge me for these omg

I’m thinking I want to do the codenames quote for my next TI & Rec post, but which characters???

#tempuschat #maybe play it safe and have tonks talking

I am totes almost done with my app and I am so excited like I’ve been working on it for almost a week probably idk maybe less than?

#tempuschat #stuff i say

Her grandmother had wings of silver.

Fleur never told anyone that some nights she could hear her own bones cracking. She didn’t speak of the way she felt like a creature was clawing through her chest when she found herself consumed with anger. No one wanted to know when she wasn’t being pretty. They all sought to remind her that she was only human as long as they allowed her to be, only good as long as she played the part handed to her. There was only one reason a part-Veela was free from their laws about creatures, after all.

And so she never spoke. Never even thought to tell them that she heard the whispers of her kind as she settled down to speak. Never opened her mouth to tell them how she had beamed when her grandmother smiled and said that she was the most Veela of the lot. Never dared to say that when she felt herself getting angry, her bones shifted inside her body and she seemed to forget that she was meant to breathe. At night, she could almost hear the harpy lulling her to sleep, promising that together they would be strong enough to face the next day.

More than beautiful, she grew brave and bold, strong and smart. Fleur learnt to play their game. To flirt and smile and detach herself from her own body when she felt their hands reaching out. There was no other option than to be better than they could be, and so soft smiles were replaced quickly with dissatisfaction. If she had to lose herself, she might as well gain the world along the way. She could give her body out freely, because she knew that her grandmother’s blood would leave her soul untarnished.

Her grandmother had wings of silver, but it was Fleur who learned to fly.

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