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@timelovcd​  :   I ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU’D BE KINDA MEAN AND SCARY.

Mean and scary,  indeed.  Was such a sentiment aimed as a compliment or insult?  The worst part:  Nebula herself remains unaware how to inherit said expression.  She’d arrived on Terra ‘neath a guise promising bloodshed and long waited revenge   —   hardly accounted for this flower - obsessed,  talkative human with a seemingly keen interest regarding the Luphomoid.    (Granted,  Nebula’s intrigue somewhat perked in turn;  merely a little less expressive about it.)    Gaze furrows while she turns to gander Felicity,  features blank,  raven eyes hollow,  granting no opportunity for insight inside.  

“  I don’t know what would give you that idea.  ”     Monotone,  tongue flat as response filters chilled atmosphere.  Perhaps an attempt at comfortable sarcasm,  although lacking execution.  Another sip of her chocolate milkshake    (Felicity once again gracing with New York’s abundance of takeaway.  What a sight it was:  assassin drinking from a plastic straw,  remnants of burger crumbs flooding paper wrapping discarded to her left;)    and Nebula promotes a pointed glance.    “  You will change your mind one day,  I am sure of it.  ”     Pleasant nights air bites the nape of her neck,  sending a relaxed tingle down the spine;  truly she could get used to this place.  Maybe when the work is done.     “   I do not make a habit of accepting flowers from children,  if this is what has altered your thoughts.  You have simply given me too many,  and I’ve lost the effort of throwing them away.  ”

#timelovcd #NEBULA. #THREAD. #goddamn --- #did u know i love they??? #just picturing them on like the roof of a sky rise #perhaps the one where nebulas ship is parked #dangling their legs over the edge #just chilling and eating takeout #honestly a vibe for them #*tries to be mean while drinking a milkshake* #i dont think thats working for u babe #look this is small #but it has been literal YEARS since i have written her #so gimme some time while i get used to her again ily

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nebula not only giving but receiving christmas gifts in the gotg holiday special!!!!! god it’s all i’m thinking about right now. my baby. light of my life. it’s what she deserves —

#the gotg special was SO cute #not enough nebula for my liking #but the scenes i did get #UGH i was FED #the soubdtrack was slamming as usual #soundtrack *

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⁽   ⅋.   ⁾     princess fallon.​

THE SIXTH ELDEST WAS QUICK TO TURN TOWARDS her sister, now with both arms to her sides and her messy hair being all over the place ( some of it was down her shoulders, some was tangled up, some couldn’t even be described ). Despite the look and desperation on her visage, Genevieve’s kind words sparked joy in Fallon.

“Oh, this is why you’re my favorite. You’re a lifesaver, Genie,” in seconds, Fallon was seated on the bed with her back towards Genevieve and her hands gently folded on top of her skirt. “I am determined to find that headband even if it takes me all day. You know I bend over backwards for my belongings…” A sight left past her lips, closing her eyes. “Remember the time I lost my collection of poems and didn’t go to bed until I found it?”

Ever chaotic it was within grand household,  though one wouldn’t have things any other way.  Days encircled alongside responsibility regarding individual tasks and ensuring kingdom ran smoothly,  generously    —    albeit remaining time spent cornered towards specific interests and oftentimes,  rambunctious activities.  Genevieve allows a tender grin to befall features,  short laugh breaking out,  shaking head with ease.  Stretches back straight,  hands work carefully,  soft strokes polished ‘neath fingertips.     “  Of course I do!  ”     Princess giggles almost disbelieving,  as if she could forget such a night.  Digits continue important mission inside light tresses;  indeed a bit tangled on the part of Fallon holding it so messily.  A hairbrush is retained,  smoothing out said knots,  offering silky base.     “  I think you kept everyone up that evening!  It wasn’t until Ashlyn woke,  that the rest of us decided we better help,  too.  ”     Sighs softly;  remembers desire to embrace sleep that eve,  though unable with Fallon’s extreme search for missing belongings.     “  Didn’t you find them near the kitchens?  I think we were all awake until about three that morning!  ”     Laughs once more,  before removing fingers from sisters locks,  job completed neatly.  Jumping to her feet,  she offers elder a friendly hand off the bed,  nudge of the head instigating beginning of exploration.     “  Maybe we should check there first,  this time?  ”

@peachiiihearts​ ,

#peachiiihearts. #* ⅋. princess genevieve‚ take a breath / find your courage… and make the leap. #this is cute <3 #sister thingssss

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#* ⅋. giselle andatale‚ sometimes you reach what’s real just by making believe. #patrick dempsey / #posting this bc this scene was cute. #and tbh robert and giselle were serving. #but holy shit that movie was so disappointing. #especially what they did to robert (in his own story). #making him the comic relief chatacter??? #fuck off. #erasing all of giselle’s development from the first film? #goddamn. #the original four characters had some nice scenes. #especially in their respective relationships. #but godDAMN what a shitshow. #even the songs were very very average. #BUT did i really expect a good movie from Disney??? #hmmm. #set my sights too high.

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⁽   ⅋.   ⁾     anastasia tremaine.

‘Isn’t it obvious?’ she almost said out loud, almost with defiance over her step-sister asking such an obvious question. But she didn’t. That was not her anymore, and that was not how she truly felt. There was no one looming over her shoulder to treat Cinderella like she was lesser than her, not anymore at least. And now Anastasia felt nothing but regret… So much pent up regret and shame for how she behaved.

Gaze remained fixed low, on her own hands one toyed and pulled the other’s fingers to distract herself. “I…” Words failed her. What could she even say?? Anastasia took a deep breath, asking her conscience what to do. The answer she got was obvious, but needed. “I’m sorry…”

what else exists,  but the nobility of commiseration?  she’d been raised a good girl,  a kind one;  bestowed with father’s wisdom,  passed down mother’s tenderness.  ‘twas not always easy maintaining such ideals,  albeit dared never to stray from these,  which very well pieced together entire persona.  life thus far knows little sense of ease or security    —   but she’s steadily growing into this stature betwixt a pinch of magic,  alongside sheer determination.  yes,  old life slowly but surely blurs towards back of mind,  at no time to be revisited could she help it...   alas,  it hardly meant she deemed a farewell of all occupants necessary.  some relationships forged with the ability to be mended,  stung with grave potential that failed to see the light of day,  thanks to a devilish woman baring her teeth and spitting venom every chance received.

maiden furrows gaze,  corners oceanic hues up to step-sister,  and beneath vibrant lashes she’ll peer most fondly.  lips present a frown as a quiet sigh breaks,  filtering an otherwise silent atmosphere.       ‘‘    oh,  anastasia...    ’’       breathes out name like the coo of a dove.  lacking hesitation,  she’ll cease other’s insisting fingers,  halting toying movements by grasping both hands in her own,  merely holding there;  stern yet comforting.  pulls them closer to her chest,  forcing the space between to corner,  evidently tugging bodies nearer.       ‘‘    i know.  you don’t owe me anything    —    all i wish is your happiness.    ’’       offers soft smile,  genuine,  reaching eyes.  apology means more than cinderella will ever be able to express.       ‘‘    and we can move forward together,  if you let it be so.   but you must forgive yourself first.    ’’       we never have to be alone again.

#peachiihearts #* ⅋. cinderella‚ so i’ll trust my heart… what else can i do? #( eee hii!! #god these girls have so much potential. #i literally watched cinderella III yesterday. #it's actually such a good movie. #anyway hello thank u for your patience in my absence. #bet i'm responding to all our things first. <33 )

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Why do you put up with us, then?

#* ⅋. bill potts‚ let me have some good dreams for once. #* ⅋. the twelfth doctor‚ laugh hard. run fast. be kind. #they are everything to me. #i will never understand why they are so underrated!!! #miss potts let me love u pls.

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stranger things s4 starters

❝ how are you feeling today? ❞   ❝ what have you done? ❞   ❝ you speak of monsters, superheroes. that’s the stuff of myth and fairytales. ❞   ❝ are you stalking me or something? ❞   ❝ i know it’s a lot of blood, but you’re going to be okay. ❞   ❝ it’s like you’re not even here anymore. it’s like you’re a ghost. ❞   ❝ i can only help you if you’re truthful. if you open up to me. ❞   ❝ it’s okay to not be okay. ❞   ❝ even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it. can’t admit you’re wrong. ❞   ❝ it’s just scary to open up like that. to say how you really feel. especially to people you care about the most. ❞   ❝ i think maybe a part of me died that day too. ❞   ❝ it looks like a fairytale. a dream. ❞   ❝ everyone looks at me like…like i’m a monster. ❞   ❝ you start to believe all the things they say. that this place is cursed. ❞   ❝ do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind? ❞   ❝ look, i’m just trying to turn that frown upside down. ❞   ❝ this year is my year. i can feel it. ❞   ❝ i’m afraid you can become lost in the darkness. ❞   ❝ why do you keep pushing me away? ❞   ❝ i want today to be about me and you. ❞   ❝ if they wanna find out who you are, they will. ❞   ❝ please, just go away. ❞   ❝ only by facing all of ourselves, the good and the bad, can we become whole. ❞   ❝ i play that moment back in my head all the time. ❞   ❝ so much has happened since you left. ❞   ❝ did i survive? no, i assure you, i am still very much in hell. ❞   ❝ you are scared. you’re tired. you are injured. ❞   ❝ you’re not what i thought you’d be like. ❞   ❝ i just want to say thanks for saving my ass back there. ❞   ❝ hey, we don’t need to do this. ❞   ❝ you think because you demonstrate some talent that you’re somehow immune to the rules? ❞   ❝ why is this on me? why am i the bad guy? ❞   ❝ never tell me the odds. ❞   ❝ i don’t even know how to describe it. i’ve never seen anything like it. ❞   ❝ there’s nothing to worry about. okay? ❞   ❝ sorry. didn’t mean to scare you. ❞   ❝ now, where does it hurt? ❞   ❝ this place and the people here are not what you think. ❞   ❝ i am different. i do not belong. ❞   ❝ so, um, are we just not gonna talk about it? ❞   ❝ just try to take some deep breaths. ❞   ❝ if i show you something, you wouldn’t tell anyone, right? ❞   ❝ people just change, okay? that’s it. ❞   ❝ you gotta stop pretending to be someone else. ❞   ❝ i was so excited to see you, it was hard to breathe. ❞   ❝ i’ll smile as i watch them die a slow, agonizing death. ❞   ❝ thirty seconds or i leave without you, okay? ❞   ❝ well, well. aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? ❞   ❝ i…i didn’t mean to scare you. ❞   ❝ looks like it’s gonna be up to us again. ❞   ❝ i’m sorry. i’m having trouble understanding any of this. ❞   ❝ i believe you are our best hope. our only hope. ❞   ❝ you’re bright red in the face right now. ❞   ❝ i think it’ll be easier if we’re a team. ❞   ❝ you can’t run from me. ❞   ❝ we’re running out of time here. the world is running out of time. ❞   ❝ everyone i love, i hurt. ❞   ❝ you don’t even seem nervous. i’m impressed. ❞   ❝ what if i’m not good? what if i’m the monster? ❞   ❝ do you flee or stand your ground and fight? ❞   ❝ in dark days like this, we need something to believe in. ❞   ❝ what you’ve been through, what you’re still going through…it’s a lot for anyone. ❞   ❝ i’m not moping. ❞   ❝ there’s not that many. we can take ‘em. ❞   ❝ you remind me of someone. someone i used to know very well. ❞   ❝ we have a big fight ahead of us. ❞   ❝ so, that is it? you give up, then? ❞   ❝ did you get some rest? i have a feeling you’re gonna need it. ❞   ❝ it’s okay. you can admit it. no more lies. ❞   ❝ sounds too good to be true, yes? ❞   ❝ you’ll have to excuse the staring. you’re a bit of a celebrity. ❞   ❝ do you really expect me to believe anything you have to say? ❞   ❝ the way you looked at me. you…you were scared of me. ❞   ❝ small world, isn’t it? it’s a small world. ❞ ❝ i promise i’m gonna stop asking this, but…you’re seeing that too, right? ❞   ❝ i’ve really missed that. your laugh. ❞   ❝ i will do anything for you. ❞   ❝ you have demons in your past. ❞   ❝ you have more important things to worry about. ❞       ❝ i actually thought you’d be kinda mean and scary. ❞   ❝ i don’t want you to go. ❞   ❝ i’ve given you everything you asked for. i’ve compromised my principles. i’ve risked my life. ❞   ❝ you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? ❞   ❝ or what? are you gonna shoot me? ❞   ❝ they’re laughing. at you. they think you’re weak. ❞   ❝ i know. you’re frightened of me. ❞ ❝ like i said…we’re alike, you and i. ❞   ❝ who knew something so small could cause so much trouble? ❞       ❝ you know, i think there’s a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day. ❞   ❝ if you want to make it out of here alive, you must do exactly as i say. ❞   ❝ i understand the stakes quite well. ❞   ❝ you can’t hurt me more than they already have. ❞   ❝ whatever comes out of there…hold your ground. ❞   ❝ you…you’re not supposed to be here. ❞   ❝ you know you can talk to me. ❞   ❝ i know what it’s like to be different. ❞   ❝ you helped me. now i help you. ❞   ❝ i don’t believe in all that supernatural crap, all right? ❞   ❝ why are you staring at me? ❞   ❝ see? there’s nothing to be afraid of. ❞ ❝ imagine what we could do together. ❞   ❝ the more you move, the more this is gonna hurt. ❞   ❝ no one ever comes out here. we’re safe. ❞   ❝ i’m going to try to forget you said any of that. ❞   ❝ my heart can’t take it anymore. ❞   ❝ for a while i tried to be happy. normal. ❞  

#guess i have a little motivation for this blog??? #weird. i know. #send memes if u wanna. #memes. #i.

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(Re)Introducing DAVID TENNANT as THE DOCTOR

#* ⅋. the doctor‚ we’re in a library! books! best weapons in the world. #yep. logged on just to post this. #my entire ass childhood coming back oh my GOD. #that is my BOY. #dw spoilers /

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FROM  @wolfwithin​:      “    IT WAS MY FAULT.   IT WAS MY FAULT.    ”      ( … )      FEATURING,   LYRA REED   FOR   GISELLE ANDATALE.

dearly demised is but a horror story—   promulgated tales of woe somehow becoming a kind of twisted norm.   it cannot be true,   please don’t let it be so!   your world bred within fantasy and tenderness is at its tether:   embrace doom coated destiny to survive.   always known evil existed amongst naturally good hearts,   she’s not foolish as many might believe—   felt handling poison run amuck,   enthroning entire being,   vile heartache upon susurrating demons.   oh yes,   borne as far more than mere witness towards worlds capabilities:   giselle assumes her body be prepared for extreme heartbreak.   she will handle it.   she can.

i can’t...   i lied.   not this,   i beg of you.   allow it to be some dream,   a nightmare concocted of my own insurmountable thoughts and feelings.   permit contrition to seize me and me only.   or proclaim this some tale an old bard may croon about.   ANYONE BUT HER.

giselle herself held the babe,   soothed,   sung,   laughed.   recalls warmth spreading through bones,   sheer bliss of it all,   utter happiness.   yet this is gone?   maiden chokes,   on bile or tears in her throat she is not aware,   all she knows is snatching lyra’s hand,   locking fingers tight,   so - very tight,   smothering.          ‘   don’t you—   don’t you dare!   ’          [forgive her tone,   she does not direct it to you.   she simply is unfeeling,   unsure,   thus ultimately allows buried anger to rise to occasion.]    shakes head thrice before peering up to woman beneath wet lashes,   hazy gaze permitted.   lassitude evokes whole mien,   heavy heart bearing fruitless existence in a manner never expected.          ‘   oh dear,   oh my dearest—   ’          places a small kiss to lyra’s hand,   lingers lips there momentarily then pulls back,   however cradling hand now to her chest.   she shan’t let go again.          ‘   this could never be your fault,   you must listen to me.   it is the work of the foulest,   most unforgiveable creatures.   this is not you.   ’

giselle leans forth,   swipes that stray patch of hair away from lyra’s eyes,   tucking neatly behind ear.   nimble digits caress the cheek ever softly;   she needs to touch her,   hold her close,   assure she shall not be lost in awaiting darkness.          ‘   i am here,   i am here.   i will take care of you.   ’          speaks in a hymn,   albeit voice pulls an evident shake,   it warbles and denies any reason of truth.   fingers remains upon cheek,   holding fiercely,   proclaiming protection.          ‘   you are not alone in this.   ’

#wolfwithin #* ⅋. giselle andatale‚ sometimes you reach what’s real just by making believe. #sobbing #best girls #imagine theyre in st mungos alright #just for some more angst hehe

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 ⁽   ⅋.   ⁾     lyra reed​.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐇  𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒      once  the  warring  is  done?    should  they  be  comparing  scarring?   (   do  they  not  both  still  wake  in  terror  when  the  night  is  dark  and  dreary  and  quiet  as  a  tomb?  )    not  as  frequent  as  it  used  to  be,   she  knows.   all  the  horrors  aside,    she  cannot  help  but  see  that  same  youthful  face  staring  back  at  her  from  behind  vivid  green  hues   from  when  she’d  first  met  him.    THE  BOY  WHO  LIVED,    MEET  THE  MAIDEN  WHO  CHEATED  DEATH    (  twice.  )   she  cannot  help  the  mirthful  grin  toward  his  plentiful  free-time.    yes,   this  was  exactly  the  kind  of  day  she  needed ;   and  she  waves  her  wand  to  put  the  kettle  on.    a  simpler  witch  may  have  allowed  magic  to  prepare  their  cups  and  cream,    but  never  one  not  to  use  her  hands  for  menial  things  -   she  begins  gathering  the  drinkware.

❛    ────   frankly   my  darling,     for  the  life  you  have  lived,    i’m  overjoyed  to  hear  of  the  calm.   ❜    he  knows,    she’s  aware.   at  once,   she’s  pouring  tea  into  two  cups  and  readying the  additions:    a  bowl  of  sugar,   a  cannister  of  cream,    and  a  side  of  lilac-honey.   ❛    i  think  i  remember  her  mentioning  it.    i  hope  you’ll  pass  along  that  i’m  wishing  her  all  the  luck  in  the  world  -    as  is  severus.   you  two  will  have  to  come  for  dinner  sometime  soon,   after  you’ve  had  some  time  to  yourselves.   ❜    &  she  settles  herself  neatly  within  a  chair  opposite  him,    while  extending  out  his  cup.   (   hair  falling  in  loose,  auburn  cascades  over  narrow  shoulders  helps  to  hide  the  scars  along  her  neck.  )   

❛    i'm  very  proud,    you  know.    of  both  of  you.   ❜    the  words  fall  as  casually  from  the  tongue  as  those  which  may  describe  the  sky,   but  the  eyes  that  fix  upon  him  hold  for  a  moment  longer ;    to  reinforce  it. 

recognition dawns,   marking the cant of his head in a sure movement as he watches her,   transfixed.    (supposes she’s always preached truth,   never steered him in an unwarranted direction,   nor clouded reality despite how it may vehemently torture.)    indeed,  current calm erupting over vexation existed to soothe broken fragments of a soul slowly rebuilt.          ‘   sometimes it doesn’t feel—   right.   ’          admits by rather casual tendencies,   shoulders shrugging up neck;   hardly venting towards mother,   opposed to observations occurred every other day.          ‘   all this normalcy...   can be exhausting.    in a...   uh,   a good way—   if that makes any sense.   ’          releases dry laugh;   structured living was clearly preferred,   arc of timeless contentment without merciless woes atop heartache.   oftentimes moments pass where it merely felt...   odd.   as though ghosts might pop ‘round forbidden corners,   thrusting him back into unhinged teenagehood.   simplicity is harmoniously gifted.

‘   yeah,   absolutely.   ‘reckon luna would spend all her time in your house if she could,   y’know.   ’          chuckles lightly through teeth:   countless stray cats fed and homed probably had a lot to do with it.   harry takes the cup between both hands,   blowing softly against light powder of steam dancing about the air before pulling to lips.   contented hum basks in his throat while beating silence passes.   comfortable even in absence of conversation,   able to simply be.   self-same etiquette risen from great depths to remain,   at peace with such surrounding nature.   he’d reach to grasp her hand should he feel it necessary:   practised assemblage of constant mannerisms.   yet occupied they are in gripping his cup—   more so,   she does not need physical contact to grant assurance regarding his gratefulness,   his wonder-capped love.          ‘   it is only with your guidance that i’m here now,   for you to be proud of me.   ’          another sip,   warmth compassing down his stomach;   locution provided gradually,   gratitude constantly simmering.

woven speech darts an opposite path,          ‘   and how is severus?   ’            less inclined concerning rolling eyes or falsified intrigue;   past settles somewhere in a distant sunset.   forthcoming sunrise opening in place of a peculiar little family forged amongst war,   connected by solace.          ‘   i keep seeing students with his books in hand—   things are well for him,   i assume?   for you both?   ’

#wolfwithin #* ⅋. harry potter‚ this legacy child carved by the fates. #idk if you still hc that lyra feeds the stray cats and lets them inside. #but that always stuck with me asdfghj. #she is literally everyones mother. <3 #ughasdhasj grown up harry makes me so SOFT. #harry potter /

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Amy Adams as Giselle in Enchanted (2007)

#* ⅋. giselle andatale‚ sometimes you reach what’s real just by making believe. #i cant believe i'm getting her back in like a month. #oh my god. #baby girl.

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no thoughts. head empty. just thinkin’ bout elizabeth teeter’s lydia ….. 👀

#* ⅋. lydia deetz‚ messed around with spirits and spells. even took a road trip to hell! #if she had screencaps u bet i would be using her so fast. #i watched her bootleg just yesterday. #and fell in love. #hard. #very very hard. #she’s my new favourite lydia. #which i did NOT see coming. #presley was my favourite. #(i saw her and dana perform last year). #and now i’m just. So Upset that it’s closing in jan. #and i’ll never see elizabeth. #she is The Moment.

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bark of wolves teeth almost has harry reeling back in his plight and offering a depart of conversation,   of emotions most foul.   he stares at her just a moment as her skin is felt on his:   hot,   steaming features sweating with all hatred thrust upon him.   guilt burrows inside the bloodstream regarding her weighted reaction—   always his cause to promote such behaviour and plunging frustrations.   harry finds a second of solace in the grasp of this woman,    (always has.   always will.   she knew best routes to take;   even in her biting vexation she keeps him grounded by a mere touch)    and the heat subsides.   somewhat.   if it was still sizzling he’d have pulled back,   dashed far away from her embrace and sought isolation elsewhere.   somewhere to mentally bang his head against the wall and pray for a different life.   her hand falls and he wishes to pick it back up to hold close.          

“     i know you’re not.   you’re about the only one who isn’t.     ”          admits slowly,   tone bitten through teeth in a sort of snarl.   he knows.   madame reed’s grace and glory,   perhaps his only trustworthy companion.   eaten by vultures in the media,   swarmed,   swooped,   devoured;   he’d never been content with countless eyes watching him since he’d barely turned eleven—   now said glances shift maliciously and he couldn’t live up to expectations if he tried,   let alone wanted to.

there’s some idea of future predictions...   he thinks.   conducting secret meetings in the dead of night,   prepping innocence for the cold war brewing says as much;   harry’s drifted towards this position ever since ordering those wooden soldiers around under his stairs.   it’s fitting,   destiny stricken from the very start,   moulding and preparing years ago.          “     and what lies ahead?   tell me.     ”         learned to thickly swallow down all gut - water and spoiled anger—   it’s second nature.   harry takes a breath in,   exhales out wearily,   before finally removing his glance from the ground.   uncurls left fist,   and furrows brows up to her.   bones were never his,   mind stolen a year into timeline,   so little he can call his own.   but she...   lyra is his,   and anger lulls alongside her.          “     does it...   all feel like it did the first time?     ”

@witchedhours​​​​   sent      ❝    everything  is  ending  soon,   but  everyone  is  lying  about  it.   ❞     from  harry  james  potter,

𝐀  𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒      to  the  air  upon  wolf’s  winter-breath :     it  yanks  upon  the  veil  that  disguises  the  beast,  and  shows  it  cut  open  and  pulsating  like  a  nerve.   a  flash  of  movement  and  rustle  of  fabrics,    and  elongated  digits  snatch  him  by  the  chin   /   forcing  him  to  look  her  in  the  eye:  ❛    ────   HARRY  JAMES!      [   …   ]     ❜      and  this  daring  use  of  boy’s  name  cracks  from  her  voice  like  a  whip..   and  just  this  once,    it  feels  that  it  was  not  her  place.   CHILDLESS WRETCH -     the  boy  is  not  your son..   not  really.   so  why  does  the  heart  bleed  and  bleed  and  bleed  for  him  this  way?   are  you  doomed  indeed  to  love  the  bastards  and  broken  boys  in  place  of  your  own?    it  works  canine  and  molar  into  a  grind,   until  pain  shoots  up  her  temple.  

all  at  once  as  it  is  spoken,   and  so  deeply  considered,   lyra’s  teeth  are  put  away.   (   it  was  only  knee-jerking  insofar  as  it  is  meant  to  capture  his  attention,  )   though  the  furrow  in  her  brow  remains  the  same.    a  moment’s  flash  in  grey  eyes,   and  away  again  it  goes..    how  swollen  is  the  moon  tonight,   dear  heart?   you  must  wonder  it..    

as  she  catches  his  eyes,   she  releases  him.    ❛      i  am  not  lying  to  you.    ❜    and  like  a  gasoline  fire,    she  burns  quick  and  dies  away.    her  hands  fall  to  her  sides.    once  again  so  terribly  herself,   and  furthermore  so  terribly  devoted  to  him.   mother,   mother,   (  how  you  long  to  shield  him  from  all  that  is  wicked  in  your  world.  )    but  this  was  not  the  way  of  things.   better  he  be  prepared,   she  knows.   and  she  hates  it.    ❛   bad  things  are  coming..    and  yes,   you  have  seen  a  great  deal.   more  than  anyone  your  age  should  -  but  you  haven’t  seen  war.    not  yet.    ❜     a  beat,   and  the  attempt  toward  any  reassuring  smile  seems  futile.   still,   she  holds  him  unwavering  within  her  eyes.

❛   [  …  ]   it  takes  everything.   they’re  afraid,   that  is  all.   try  not  to  blame  them,   but  know  this:    i  will  never  lie  to  you  about  these  things.   i  need  you  to  know  what  lies  ahead.    ❜

#wolfwithin #* ⅋. harry potter‚ this legacy child carved by the fates. #re: lyra reed + harry potter / threads.

[witchedhours]

FROM  @lazarushours:      “    I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TIME TO CHANGE.    ”      ( … )      FEATURING,   THACKERY BINX   FOR   DANI DENNISON.

only quite so saccharine in this particular company,   all cherry cheeks atop keen irises:   it’s hardly a sight everyone bares witness to.   still,   dani rolls her eyes in that familiar fashion she wears,   hands finding themselves upon hips,   brow raised as neck tilts to peer down ‘pon feline.          “     ha - ha,   very funny,   binx.     ”          sarcasm falls off her tongue with ease,   as she shakes her head softly.   then,   however,   arms fall just as quickly,   an idea striking within the conscious,   startled gasp breaking free from chapping lips.          “     actually—!     ”          she exclaims,   before lowering on her knees to gander a better view of him.          “     since you’ve mentioned it,   i could get mum to buy you some kitty clothes,   y’know,   like those ones at the store...   so you don’t get too cold in winter and all that!     ”          

grins  excitedly,   interlocking fingers while brainstorming an array of things to grant their newest addition.   he deserved it,   after all.   might be immortal,   but he’s under her care now,   and nothing bad would ever happen again—   even if it was merely a case of the chills.   nods firmly in self agreement,          “     i think you should definitely have the option to change if you want it!   m-hmm.     ” 

#lazarushours #dani dennison tbt. #re: thackery binx + dani dennison. #LOOK JUST SOMETHING SMALL #cause we are both new to these characters #and i needa start small #and we NEED something that doesn't escalate within like two responses ahjslks #anyway they are cute and i love them

[witchedhours]

* (  CHARMED /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

❛ She has no regard for her life, or anyone else’s. ❜

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜

❛ So, how scary was I? ❜

❛ With everything that happens in our lives, love just feels like an invitation for more pain.❜

❛ It’s my first war wound, think I’ll wear it with pride. ❜

❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

❛ I smell something witchy. ❜

❛ Look at me. I look like a drowned rat! I need my blow dryer. ❜

❛ I hate camping. ❜

❛ What the hell happened here? ❜

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

❛ Let go of me so I can blow him up. I’m gonna blow you up! ❜

❛ Let go of me! I have to save them! ❜

❛ It was my fault. It was my fault. ❜

❛ Magic’s always been inside of you. ❜

❛ If you’ll put your nose any deeper into that coffee cup, you’re gonna need a snorkel. ❜

❛ You wanted a normal life, remember? ❜

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

❛ I was just trying to help. ❜

❛ I love you. ❜

❛ I don’t understand why magic can’t fix this. ❜

❛ It’s not like we haven’t cheated death before. I don’t understand why this time isn’t any different. ❜

❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜

❛ How am I? Are you kidding? ❜

❛ But if there’s one thing you learned over the last three years it’s that there’s always a reason for everything. ❜

❛ What the hell is the matter with you?! ❜

❛ I’m not angry. I am pissed off!  ❜

❛ You were trying to get yourself killed, which is what this family does best is get killed. ❜

❛ And I thought my family was screwed up. ❜

❛ I didn’t even have time to change. ❜

❛ Don’t you think you’re being a little paranoid? ❜

❛ It’s okay to be angry. ❜

❛ I’ll play the bitch, you play the witch, ok? ❜

❛ I just want to find out the truth. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s just a graze. ❜

❛ I’m not doing this anymore. I give up. I quit. ❜

#these r juicy. #it’s about time i posted some memes. #(these are for you heretic ily) #memes. #i.

[witchedhours]

⁽   ⅋.   ⁾     steve rogers.

               he does not like to fight,  he does what is right but he only fights if it is needed,  there is no pleasure to be found in conflicts.  it’s worse with tony,  the man having a knack when it comes to pinpointing one’s weakness,  sore spots.  steve feels bruised all over under brown eyes,  knowing himself to be riddled with mistakes and regrets,  everything a sore sport,  a perfect victim to tony’s cruelty.  it does not miss,  a sigh out of frustration though he remains unsurprised,  tony unable to admit mistakes,  to admit defeat.       ❛  i could have helped in new york,  tony.  ❜      it is said without anger,  just something that needs to be said,  unable to stomach baseless accusations though always ready to shoulder responsibilities.  but tony’s anger is a living  &.  breathing thing,  it burns always,  it rarely warms and steve has felt cold,  he’s been feeling cold since they thawed him out,  stole him from the peace he had crashed into.  but the cold has been insidious,  seeping through pores and cracks alike,  seizing him until he felt stiff and unfeeling.      ❛  could have texted,  tony.  just send me the address.  i meant what i said,  i’ll always be there if you need it.  ❜      it had been a mess,  buck and tony on each side,  a choice had to be made,  things he could not stand for   :    ross and his plans,  imprisoning wanda,  scott,  sam,  it was not right and it had to be stopped.      ❛  i couldn’t stay,  couldn’t agree to the accords,  couldn’t let them all rot under the ocean.  i had to do something and if i had to become what they call a traitor then so be it.  ❜       it seems that,  no matter the time,  you don’t always reap rewards from being good.

sometimes i wonder which is the real me...   this splendid metal skin i’ve created—   or the frail thing of flesh wearing it.    stark rolls his eyes in common fashion,   a single haggard breath releases.   in the end it was a dark and personal argument branching ‘tween two sides of the same coin;   in the end it wasn’t concerning the accords.   tony himself admitted as much,   accounted for possible mistakes conjured in the heat of scattered moments.   oftentimes he wishes he didn’t go out seeking rogers in the merciless snow,   wished he’d never sought the location,   wished he’d never stood witness to...   newly found evidence.   sometimes ignorance is indeed bliss.   regret and desire nests itself uncomfortably,   but then again it usually does,   and he’s learned quite practically to move forward.          

＂   yeah,   believe it or not—   i get it.   alright?   i get it.   we all did what we did,   protected those we thought needed it the most.   ＂          fuck,   his head is pounding.   ironically he could really use a drink or two.          ＂   but hey,   everyone’s gone now,   so what was it all even for.  ＂          bitterly remarks,   tone rattling off in a slight mumble,   unusual for a man of so many words.   index finger presses roughly against temple,   pressing for just a few seconds,   eyes closed momentarily before returning.          ＂   and now...   now we get to sit around on our asses and bask in the fact that everything we did,   didn’t do a damn thing anyway.   ＂          motions fuelled by adrenaline,   always have been,   perhaps always will.   to wash away thoughts of pain for only a short time was almost a fantasy never bound to happen.   facetiousness hardly enough for him to subsist on.   compared to some...   he got lucky.   tony didn’t take that for granted:   came home to pepper’s embrace,   reasons to continue trudging forth—   albeit there’s still those lost in the wind.   forever unattainable.   he questions coolly,          ＂   you got something to do about this too,   then?    [𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒,   𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽.   𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾,   𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.   𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌:]    ‘cause...   ‘cause i got nothing.   ＂

#fraegiles #* ⅋. tony stark‚ a man who has everything… and nothing. #re: steve rogers + tony stark / threads.