#chovchang

[ladystrks]

percy jackson - son of poseidon

[sprigday-remade]

album tracklist: wings by bts (2016) pt. 1

[annbeth]

the marauders + instagram:

peter pettigrew

[perfectblackthorns]

“Ronan looked at him. That look, Blue thought. Ronan Lynch would do anything for Gansey. I probably would, too, she thought. It was impossible for her to understand how he managed to pull off such an effect in that polo shirt.”

Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream 

[arimendoza]

first year: tentative glances, shy smiles. robes that are slightly too big,  scars as prominent as the quiet laughter in his eyes. four boys, one compartment, their words drowned out by  the whistle of the train, the squeaking wheels of a trolley. friendship, real and fierce. 

second year:  full moons, half-hearted lies, pranks and hexes and youthful folly blossom into questions without answers, climax into a revelation. he prepares for the inevitable, feels his scars burn, lets the ashes of his secret spill from him in shame. but the blow never came. third year: usual shenanigans and stolen glances, warm bodies next to him now on his infirmary bed, soothing words recited into his hair like a mantra.  but now he finds himself with a bias on whose body is directly next to his, whose warmth he wants to feel, mantras he wants to etch into his being. he did not know whether the feeling, should elate or unnerve. 

fourth year: a wanted, constant presence.  a yearning. he feels it in his bones now, striking him with every laugh and smile and everything in between. it was somewhere around this time when he found himself falling in love.

fifth year:  he hides his secret with all his might, keeps it in the back of his mind, fights off the flush in his expression, the flutter in his chest. here, he is no longer alone during his runs,  finds himself happier than he’s been in years. he stays in this bubble, relishes the feeling. a year of maps and celebration and what should have been confession. instead he finds it tainted with betrayal.

sixth year:  a time of runaways and broken friendships. most importantly, a season of forgiveness. but the forgiveness, like broken friendships and unlike the path of runaways,  is quiet.  it starts with willingly returned glances, the brushing of pinkies and shoulders the occasional dialogue, and ends with  tears, an overwhelming feeling of relief, is sealed with a kiss. 

seventh year: laughter and love and friendship all around him, promise after promise unfolding. he prays to the gods, to anyone listening in the skies or the ground or the droplets of rain, that if they cannot give, cannot keep promises without tragedy and blood, of happiness and hope and love, at least sear this memory into him, let him wear these years, burn them into his mind, bind his and these people’s souls to one another’s for eternity. please, he thinks. please please please. take everything, promise nothing, at least let him have this.

-  d.c & v.d.c

[tlnagoldsteln]

@hpminorcharnet get to know the members challenge gaby : favorite minor characters - cho chang

“She was a popular student at Hogwarts, with a large group of friends and many boys who admired her for her extreme beauty. She was also loyal and brave...”

[skywllker]

Impressive, ladies. But let me ask you both an important question. Why do you dance?

[astoriagrxxngrass]

[trajedies]

in the morning, everything will be better.

seven word story // b.x. // (via @mcgonnagal)

[ladystrks]

annabeth chase aes:

I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain

[saintdrarry]

Zabini gave a tiny little cough that was clearly supposed to indicate amused scepticism.

[annbeth]

he couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "to harry potter - the boy who lived!”

happy birthday harry james potter (31/07/1980)

[vanillasweet]

‘I’ve thought about leaving, about getting the fuck out of the town. I’ve spent nights awake, thinking about the places I’ll go, the people I’ll meet,’ she said, staring wistfully up at the sky. ‘But what about the people you’ll leave behind?’ he wondered, ’ won’t you miss them?’ She turned to look at him, her eyes forlorn. 'The true question is: will they miss me?’

the story of a girl who doesn’t know her worth

[qveenaelin]

i love this blog, but it got a bit of a hassle to maintain, and therefore i am moving to @fjtzwilliamdarcy

well, i made the move a couple weeks ago, but i wanted to set the blog up before letting you guys know that that’s where you will be able to find me from now on.

i won’t be deleting this blog, but i can’t see myself updating it anytime soon

[macbcth]

hopeless fountain kingdom moodboards: alone

You know that everywhere I go I got a million different people tryna' kick it But I'm still alone in my mind

[poseidcn]

now or never, halsey

❝draw the line up. don't take no more time up, baby, you gotta decide something. let me know; baby, gon' love me now.❞