#( c: Amos )

[dancingwithghcsts]

@disastri​

“Quit whining,” Pallas said, her voice a low mutter directed at herself. She stuck her thumb in her mouth to stop the bleeding -- she’d been repairing a torn shirt for a friend, one of the few he had that still fit. Having tucked her small frame on a stack of moldering crates, which held her weight just enough to give her a height advantage and hide her from any Peacekeepers. She was working under the faint glow of a streetlamp, and as she held up her injured thumb to the light, she lost her balance, the crates crumbling beneath her. She gave a little squeak as she toppled to the ground. Fortunately, it wasn’t far, though the breath was knocked out of her. Laying on her back, looking up, she saw a familiar -- albeit upside-down -- face looming over hers. “Hi,” she wheezed, rolling over onto her side to get up. “You didn’t see that, did you?” So embarrassing.

[lbfrank]

Out on a husbandly duty to get some things for dessert for when his wife got home after a long shift, Frank was visiting his third shop of the day. It wasn’t as though they needed so many things, yet it had been a while since they’d had a chance to share quality time without Ministry or Order obligations. On the other hand, the wizard has as much of a sweet tooth as his wife did, so he took this little domestic mission quite seriously.

Sugar Quills on a bowl caught his attention, not only did they look good, the colours quite attractive, but they also tasted like pure magic— which he knew from experience as this particular kind of sweets were his personal favourite. The brunette extended his hand towards them just as the bowl was pulled away from his reach. Frank looked up confused to find a familiar face staring back, grabbing at the bowl with a greedy yet childish expression on his face. Not able to hold back a light chuckle, he waved a hand dismissively. “It wouldn’t be a fair fight, my dear Amos.” He teased lightheartedly. “But would you really mind sparing just a few Sugar Quills? They’re for Alice.”

WHO : amos diggory & anyone. WHERE : sugarplum's sweet shop, diagon alley. WHEN : late afternoon.

With Cedric momentarily distracted by a kid floating around after chewing on some Fizzing Whizzbees, Amos was taking his chances by loading his Sugarplum's basket full of treats. The kids on the Little League team he coached had reached the semi-finals today — and they were expecting a reward. While he wondered how much of this could be put down under 'equipment costs budget', Amos spotted the gold mine — a bowl full of discounted Sugar Quills. "Dibs!" He called, just as he grabbed the bowl right before the next person trying to reach for it, looking (and feeling) particularly childish. "Sorry, it's a Sugar Quill emergency — if you want any, you're going to have to fight me for them."

[carolinasof1a]

[ktzart]

a strange sort of intimacy

[ludobxmxn]

"cause you've got bludgers kissing you left and right," ludo continues in jest, standing up and grabbing the paper with him as he makes his way over to amos. "are you asking me to the ball?" he asks with amusement as he throws the paper back across the table, sitting across from the gryffindor. "because if you're shy, you know, i'm quite nice and approachable. you don't have to throw paper at me." he continues on with a smirk, reaching over and grabbing more bread from the table and picking at it roughly. "unfortauntely, mate, it's gonna be no. not that you're not handsome," he shakes his head truthfully, "just, y'know. there's lots of fresh fish coming in next week, with the other school, and all. i don't want you cramping my style." @diggoryxamos

Okay so the paper aeroplane didn't end up where it needed to, but arguably this could be more interesting anyway. Amos loved banter, aside from flirting it was one of his favourite forms of communication. He laughed at Ludo's comment. "I don't hear people saying that on the quidditch pitch mate" he jested "maybe your big head just got in the way of it's path." He shrugged throwing the boy a cheeky grin. "Least you can do is send it back, there's top secret communication on there i'll have you know, real v.i.p stuff." Amos was lying, the actual message he had written was along of the lines of 'please help, i'm dying of boredom.' But honestly where was the fun in admitting that. This conversation was already helping with the boredom anyway.

@ludobxmxn

[kissdeficiency]

hearing stolas giggle and have a fun time healed me, actually 💖💖

[sublecturas]

"Pocopán", de María Elena Walsh en la #LíneaC

[scribledon]

So uh… this post I made 2 years ago has almost 100 notes and is still getting them which is pretty cool….. but it sucks so I redrew it. This time the characters are directly from the movie rather than a mix of the broadway revival and the movie. (I’m sorry Joel Grey I love you)

[derangedrhythms]

can't forget the things you never said

Tori Amos, Blood Roses

[ntl-vngs]

Llegué a la conclusión de que estoy profundamente enamorada de ti.

Te podría dar mil y un razones por las cuales me enamoré de ti... Puede ser porque te buscaba sin darme cuenta, por lo simple y tranquilo que era pasar el tiempo juntos, quizá por todos nuestros "cafés" en la Universidad, que al final solo era una excusa para poder hablar y olvidar todo lo malo de la semana.

Quizá me enamoré de ti por como me mirabas, por como me sentía contigo, por nuestros temas de conversación, por esas salidas en donde nos hacíamos tanto bien y en donde las miradas decían todo lo necesario.

Solo sé que me enamoré de ti, sin remedio, sin vuelta atrás... Solo sé que adoro cuando llegan los días viernes, porque significa que podré dormir nuevamente entre tus brazos, pero también sé que odio los días lunes o martes, en donde ya no duermo entre tus brazos y nuevamente debo contar los días para volver a ti... mi hogar.

Llevamos ya 6 meses juntos, en donde definitivamente no ha sido nada de fácil, hemos conocido lo mejor y lo peor del otro, nos hemos amado con todas las fuerzas y hemos tenido roces como todas las parejas.

Sé que no soy la persona más fácil del mundo, pero lo estamos intentando, aprendiendo a cuidarnos, limando esos pequeños detalles, avanzando en lo que tanto soñamos vida mía.

Te quiero recordar que si podremos, que cada día es una nueva oportunidad de mejorar y lograr todo lo que deseamos.

También te quiero dar las gracias por el hogar que me das, por dejarme entrar a tu vida, a tu casa, por permitirme y ayudarme a tener menos vergüenza, por lo mucho que me haces querer a tu familia, por llenarme de deseos de armar el arbolito, de pasar Navidad, año nuevo y mi cumpleaños contigo.

Gracias por ser tú, por tratarme como tu niña, por cuidarme de la forma tan especial que lo haces, por permitirme cuidarte, darte todo lo que te mereces y más, gracias por amarme, gracias por todo mi niño.

Te amo hoy, mañana y siempre ojitos bonitos ❤

[el-chico-perdido]

Y dijiste que abandone el barco, Pero yo me estaba ahogando junto con el...

[joxdrayton]

closed starter for @amosdeleon

location: wrightville beach

Ever since she could remember herself, Jo loved the beach. Especially on the long summer days when the heat anywhere else was unbearable but here, the cool breeze pulled the loose strands of her hair in a wild dance across her face and tickled the base of her neck. Tennis was something her father had insisted on when she was a kid; a sport he admired but she only attended lessons for a couple of years before quitting. Still, it held a dear place in her heart, especially after his death, so it was no wonder she decided to join the beach tennis tournament hosted by a dear friend of hers. "So, a little birdy has told me you're finally quitting the big game?" She leaned towards the man, keeping her voice down.

[carolinasof1a]

[hedlundholbrookhunnam]

[marcmorrigan]

artfight revenge on @waterloggedsoliloquy!!!