THE MARAUDERS
andrew garfield & david thewlis as moony
dane dehaan & gustaf skarsgård as wormtail
ben barnes & gary oldman as padfoot
aaron taylor-johnson as prongs

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THE MARAUDERS
andrew garfield & david thewlis as moony
dane dehaan & gustaf skarsgård as wormtail
ben barnes & gary oldman as padfoot
aaron taylor-johnson as prongs
how i see marauders era characters (pt. 1 ?)
james potter
sirius black
remus lupin
lily evans
new album - in the willows! a folk-synth soundtrack to one of my favorite books of all time <3
a frog would never hurt my feelings
don’t buy colgate whitening toothpaste
it says guaranteed whiteness in 14 days
15 days have come and gone
and i am still asian
you’re growing from whatever you’re going through. you will realize what matters and what doesn’t. the mistakes you made, people who left, fresh in your mind, will fade into irrelevance. you will fall in love with cities and notice moments other people miss. you will come across unexpected new things that make you happy. you will soften your edges and open yourself to possibilities. you will be inspired to see the world differently. maybe wake up earlier or starting a new journal or smiling more. you will find a home that is warm and cozy and yours. you will have big realizations from the smallest of things. from movies and books and conversations to heartbreak and lyrics. something good will come out of all the bad days and failures. you will start new every morning. you will get rid of the self-defeating thoughts and replace them with healing ones. you will see the beautiful features in your reflection and see someone worth taking care of. you will get up every morning and feel excited for the day you planned. more days than not you’ll feel content. you will connect with someone who will be like the soulmate you always wished you had when you were younger. you will make yourself a nice meal, open the blinds, walk up a hill during sunset and it won’t be a chore. you will love yourself and take care of yourself. it will get better.
Humans are Space Orcs,”Duality of the Soul.
Sorry I haven’t posted for so long. We are at the beginning of finals week, and things have been stressful. Forgive me if the writing shows that.
Regardless, I hope you enjoy!
You don’t understand, they inhabit the flesh, they draw their power from the unknown, they hail from the ether. You have to listen to me.”
Around the room the assembled gathering of humans and other intergalactic species stared on in consternation, confusion and some measure of unease as the Gib scientist babbled on in manic desperation.
Krill sat to the side of Captain Vir staring down at the maddened intellectual in confused consternation. Captain Vir looked on in bemused silence prosthetic foot tapping silently against the ground below.
Just below them, splayed out behind a semicircular table, the galactic assembly sat in impatient silence. No two faces, or forms were alike representative of each species protected under the name of the galactic assembly. No human representative had yet to be called, so they had brought in a stand in.
Captain Vir, while nowhere near politically minded, had agreed to sit in on the meeting on behalf of earth, seeing as he was the closest, and most highly ranked human on that side of the galaxy.
Out on the floor contained as he was within an energy web, the scientist rambled on.
His five glowing orbs scanned the crowd before him glittering with the intensity of his insanity.
“They are here! Just look in their eyes, and you shall see. The worlds beyond worlds the bisection of soul and body.”
At the head of the table, the spokesman raised a digit silencing the madness, “Cease your ramblings and speak sense to us, truth seeker, or you will find yourself imprisoned until you can find your coherence.”
In front of them the small figure grew silent, wide glittering orbs falling unsettlingly still.
“Now, start from the beginning, tell us of your research. Tell us why we found HUMAN BODIES dissected in your laboratory.”
Around the room, muffled hisses of fear and alarm followed. Krill glanced at Captain VIr aware that humans were known to be aggressive towards the criminally minded, but the human remained impassive even unconcerned though his brows were furrowed in confusion.
The small scientist quivered, “It was bound to happen, everyone has thought of it. The humans are to interesting NOT to study, not to pull apart and decode. So fragile they survive, so intelligent, they remain animals. So, I did it, I gave in to the wonder. I knew the galactic council would never agree to my methods, so I did it in secret. I stole the human from the far reaches of space, where no one would notice their absence. I drugged them, and I bound them with their very own methods. I caged them with their own technology, and I studied them. I tested them. And I pulled them apart.”
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admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio
me: *taking a test*
my brain: Capri Sun
me: please, focus, I’m literally begging y-
my brain: respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect th
i need u
who
my heart says yes but my mom says no
Only dating requirements: please row
in this essay, i will explode
the star-kissed moonlight washes over you;
cleansing you of all sorrow and fear.
of saints and stars
You know what’s better than weed?
Water
here’s this dumb bitch again
Shut up, you dehydrated high motherfucker
cinderella marries the prince
and it’s… fine. The prince is great! They’re in love, he’s very sweet and passionate, writing her poems and songs, giving her anything she wants. The time she spends with her husband is great.
but cinderella is not royalty, her family was noble but she never spent time in those circles. She’s used to being busy, she’s used to cooking and cleaning and mending. There are hours, days, where she has nothing to do.
time passes. cinderella learns the fancy lady type of needlework. Learns to ride horses. Reads a lot.
as is normal for royalty at the time, they travel and are hosted by nobles or stay at castles owned by the king. But even that variety begins to become routine. The prince is distracted, there’s a lot of young women living and working on their route. Daughters of nobles. Younger and prettier with soft hands that have never done a day’s work.
cinderella needs something to spend her time on, and there’s a part of her thinking a couple-only trip might get her husband’s attention again, so she suggests making an old castle that’s fallen into disrepair their “project.” It was built in the time when castles were made to be defensible, so it’s quite sturdy, but it’s overgrown and secluded. The prince doesn’t know why his family stopped living there either. A hundred years ago it was their summer home.
so they go. And they work. And for a while it’s great! But when they leave for winter cinderella’s husband forgets her once again. cinderella resolves to make the best of her life and stop worrying about a man who has gotten what he wanted from her.
summer comes again and this time cinderella goes alone to the old castle (minus staff, of course, but cinderella manages to narrow it down to only repair workers and one maid). She can cook and clean and mend again, but this time it’s her own choice. She is happy.
this summer they make more progress on repairs. The workers say that most of it can be salvaged, except one tower that’s been completely overgrown with vines and briars. It will have to come down, eventually, but for now it can be safely ignored.
cinderella has more free time now. The old castle has a surprisingly untouched library, though time and moisture have damaged many of the books. Behind a collection of greek poetry cinderella finds an old diary. Very old, in fact, at least a hundred years. It’s rude to read a diary, of course, but whoever wrote this is long dead, and cinderella is bored, so…
from the description of activities the author looks to have been nobility. Maybe even a princess. She’s sensitive and sweet and smarter than she seems to realize. If circumstances had been different cinderella wishes they could have been friends…
after the summer ends cinderella returns to her husband. He’s spending a lot of time with a young musician and cinderella can’t even work up the energy to care. She does some research about the castle and the family she’s married into, finds out the name of the princess who wrote the diary.
aurora. Cursed and forgotten. She died young, they say, in a plague that also took out the castle staff and her own parents. Luckily they avoided a succession crisis, but not so lucky for the dead.
time passes. cinderella goes to the old castle again and again, even out of season. Soon enough all that remains to be done is the old tower, and the builders say they should tear it down and fill the gaps before it gets cold.
one night cinderella is restless. The princess from the diary had been fond of that tower, and cinderella is far more attached to a dead woman than she ought to be. She gets out of bed, reads by candlelight, and finally goes to walk the empty halls.
she finds herself going to the tower. Pushing past the vines that don’t seem so troublesome really. They almost part before her. The stairs are perfectly intact, the door at the top is already cracked open. As if she should have done this years ago, cinderella steps into aurora’s bedroom.
she’s as beautiful as the stories say. And sitting under her hands, crossed across her stomach as it rises and falls, is a book of greek poetry.
years later, people will tell the story of cinderella as a cautionary one. Don’t seek above your station. Don’t marry for prestige. After all, a girl who grew up as a servant once married the crown prince, and disappeared after only three years. She ran away, they say, she couldn’t handle the lifestyle.
two old women who run a bookshop together agree with the lesson. Marrying for the wrong reasons never ends well. It’s best to wait for someone you have things in common with, shared interests.
or, failing that, the more linguistic of the two says, wait a decade or ten for someone to fall in love with you from your diary.
her partner laughs and hits her with the socks she is mending.
finally worked up the courage to tell the starbucks girl she was beautiful and i only puked twice
did you puke on her?
that’s not important. what’s important is that she knows how i feel now