#meadows writes

[ohmeadows]

this is a meandering post as i'm slowly trying to pin down my feelings on how healing is used as a sledgehammer in fandom yet never manages to say anything; but... demanding that others write and re-write to cater to your healing needs is exhausting. the idea that healing is always soft and tender flattens the process too, which in my experience is often ugly as hell and demanding beyond compare. it takes strength and it takes delving into ugly things and sometimes it's extremely unfulfilling when you realize there's nothing left that you can do except throw dirt on it and move on.

steamrolling all healing into some tenderness and softness is... it's not to say that isn't a good part of it, but i don't think it is everything there should be. there's so much to healing, such as what is keeping the healing from happening right now to this character? is it their environment, is it who they are with, is it their loneliness, is it repressed pasts? is it themselves? if you escape the immediate zone of danger, how does your body react? what bubbles up?

one form of media critique that i keep seeing is the... "it didn't heal me personally therefore bad therefore this must happen instead" and the person is just describing a fanfic idea! that they should be writing!

in the fandoms i'm active in, healing is this... amorphous blob people keep saying they want but they can't name it or conceptualize how it'd work for those characters. "i want them happy :(" great. what is happiness to them? what would be required to get there? is being with another person truly the solution? and so on, and so on.

and beyond that, there's the reader's own process of going through the story, of finding catharsis in whichever particular genre they feel drawn to: for me, that's tragedy and doomed narratives and crawling through the trenches while having everything you believe in ripped away and questioned to the pits. that, also, isn't for everyone. i don't think everyone finds the healing i write healing in their definition, and that's fine.

i'm overthinking this from a writing perspective, in the end, thinking about the mechanics and motions necessary to get such a journey instigated and moving, if it's even one the character has interest in going on or has to be dragged through.

anyway. cents thrown into a well. there's doubtless more to say on healing but not every conflict written about in a story will be healed. there's room to sit with what that means and what the story is trying to say with that, what rooms it allows you to enter into.

[marauders-bs]

It's that Potter-Black thing

"Hol-y shit," Marlene said, stifling a laugh. "You really are your father's son, aren't you?"

"Don't make fun of the kid, Mar," Sirius said, nudging her ghostly arm with his.

"But he's in love with a Slytherin boy, Sirius. Your nephew."

"Fleamont, James, Harry," Lily said, ticking the names off on her finger. "Alphard, Reg, this Draco boy. The Potters and their Black boys, I guess."

Harry looked around. The ghost of his parents and their friends had shown up not long after his fifteenth birthday and had never left. Now he was sixteen, and Sirius had joined them.

"Wait," Harry said, Lily's words sinking in. "You were in love with Regulus?"

James put his head in his hands as the others laughed. "Ask McGonagal about us at some point, Haz," Dorcas said, a slight smile on her face. "Madam Pompfrey, too. I'm sure you'll get some great stories.'

"Especially Remus," Mary said.

"That fourth-year transition when he got so hot?"

"Ew, Marlene, don't be straight."

Harry smiled a little as his parents' friends laughed and joked together. Sure, they were all dead, and he was a little over five years away from being older than some of them, but that was okay.

[addsalwayssick]

@rosekillermicrofic || prompt: domestic || word count: 665

Barty collapsed onto the floor from Evan’s bed, fake sobbing onto the ground. “What do you mean you won’t go to Hogsmeade with me?” He gasped in between over exaggerated sobs.

Evan gave him a look from where he was sat at the desk in the corner. “You know why,” he told Barty. “I’ve got a date with that one bird.”

Barty immediately sobered up. “So she’s more important than your best friend now?” Barty asked sarcastically.

Evan sighed. “Don’t be like that.”

“Be like what?” Barty grumbled.

Evan side eyed him, turning back to his homework. “I’ll go with you next weekend,” He murmured as he wrote on his paper.

“That’s what you said last weekend,” Barty reminded him, packing his things.

“Well it just came up, Bee. She wanted to go and I couldn’t refuse,” Evan said as he pondered the next question.

“Yeah sure, break your promises to your best friend so that you can make your little girlfriend happy. Whatever, Evan,” Barty said, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Evan asked, turning around to look at Barty.

“To go get your girlfriend to keep you company since you obviously don’t need me anymore.” Barty said in a false cheery tone.

“Don’t say things you know aren’t true.” Evan glowered.

Barty shrugged. “You’ve shown what I mean to you as soon as you get someone you love more than me,” He smiled casually, though it was fake.

“I don’t love her more than you,�� Evan said before he can stop himself.

Barty scoffed. “Whatever. See you later.” Barty started to walk towards the door.

“Barty,” Evan tried, getting up.

Barty just shook his head and stepped out of the dorm room.

Evan sat on the place where he had been, where the warmth was still there. He looks to his side, where the hoodie that Barty left was still there. Evan pulled the hoodie over his head and smelled it.

“We’ve got to break up,” Evan said, cringing internally. “It’s not working anymore.”

“What do you mean?” His girlfriend asked, her voice breaking.

“Look, you’re just not-“

“Barty. Yeah I know. I should’ve fucking seen it.” She said, her eyes filling with tears.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Evan asked, grimacing.

“Why shouldn’t I?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

“I haven’t told him,” Evan said softly.

She just rolled her eyes and stormed away, leaving Evan in the halls.

The rumor spread fast, like the plague. Speaking of the plague, Barty was avoiding him like it.

Or at least he was until Barty came into his dorm with red eyes. “Is it true?” He choked out.

“Is what true?” Evan asked, already fearing what’s to come.

“You know what,” Barty hissed.

“I didn’t know you were like your father,” Evan spat, fight or flight kicking in. “Constantly assuming things,”

Barty’s face hardened. “So it was a joke. Knew you were as bad as the rest of them. Tease the fucking gay kid,” Barty choked on his own bile as tears spilled down his face. “I thought you accepted me?”

Evan’s face softened. “Bee what are you talking about?”

Barty’s face sported a confused expression. “You pretending to like me?”

“Why would that make you sad?” Evan asked.

Barty furrowed his eyebrows. “Because I like you? And you’re pretending,” Barty laughed humorously. “Man I thought you were smarter than that.”

“You like me?” Evan inquired, his eyebrows shooting up. “Fuck, Barty i’m not pretending.”

“What?”

“I’m not pretending.” Evan said, getting up.

“You’re not? You like me? You’re gay? What?” Barty breathed.

Evan took him by his tie and pulled him in, pressing his lips to Barty’s. Barty immediately put his hands under Evan’s shirt.

They heard the door open and a few scoffs. They heard Pandora whisper “Gotcha,” And Dorcas say, “Fuck,” With a few coins clattering.

But the thing that made them laugh the most was, “God, you guys need to be domesticated” from Regulus.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Meadow

beautiful words with "meadow" for your next poem/story

Meadowbrook - a dark to grayish green that is bluer and slightly lighter than marine green

Meadowed - having meadows; consisting of meadowland

Meadowfoam - any of a genus (Limnanthes) of annual herbs of the Pacific coast of North America having white or yellow flowers and including some grown for their seeds which yield an oil used chiefly as an industrial lubricant and in cosmetics

Meadowing - meadowland

Meadowland - land that is or is used for meadow

Meadowlark - any of several American songbirds (genus Sturnella) that are streaked brown above and in northernmost forms have a yellow breast marked with a black crescent

Meadowless - lacking meadows or meadowland

Meadowsweet - any of several spireas i.e., any of a genus (Spiraea) of deciduous shrubs of the rose family with small usually white or pink flowers in dense racemes, corymbs, cymes, or panicles

Meadowwink - bobolink i.e., an American migratory songbird (Dolichonyx oryzivorus) with the breeding male chiefly black

If any of these words inspire your writing, do tag me or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

More: Word Lists

[asmo-d3us]

Marauders Era characters as Teachers

Professor (James) Potter - P.E. Teacher

Is definitely the type of PE teacher who pushes the boys to their limits and goes gentle with the girls.

This is until Regulus tells him to stop this habit and treat them the same way bc it isn’t fair.

The girls + Sirius, Barty, and Remus all voice their opinions on this and tell James he’s being an idiot and he’s being sexist and this seems to snap him back into reality.

He’s so gullible and it’s so easy for everyone to lie to him. If it’s time to run, you can approach him and say that you’re on your period and he’d immediately allow you to sit down.

He’d offer you pads, comfort, heating blanket, etc. (he has these things for Regulus). It’s kind of funny because you can literally be a man and still use a period as an excuse and he would still believe you because he’d think you’re trans or smth.

When he’s walking through the halls, he’s usually always accompanied by one of his friends, or Regulus. Students find him hot bc of his figure since he is a PE teacher.

Professor (Sirius) Lupin - Foreign Language (French) Teacher

He likes teaching this because he’s fluent in French and it means he doesn’t have to do shit he just lounges around all day in his desk, calling Professor Lupin whenever he pleases.

Is the type of teacher to start talking, realize no one is listening, and sit down on top of a desk and cross his arms like, “Alright! I’ll wait!”

When he speaks French he sounds hot so the girls (and some boys) in the class start giggling amongst themselves.

Will ignore students he doesn’t like if they raise their hand. Will also always welcome teachers in to his classroom on the daily; Remus, Lily, Regulus, James, etc. shit, even barty and evan.

Wears rings and jewelry, shows off his tattoos, and wears very seductive clothes like see-through shirts with a scratchy material, yk? Students giggle often times bc Remus usually spits out his coffee when Mr. Sirius Lupin enters his classroom oh-so suddenly.

Professor (Remus) Lupin - The Science Teacher

This man teaches physics, biology, chemistry, botany, physical science, geology, you name it.

Students flirt with him and he's just fucking oblivious and thinks they're just being kind. Sirius witnesses this one time and he death glares at the child, who then starts crying.

The type of teacher that offers tutoring after school even though Sirius planned a date with him. Sometimes it feels like he values teaching more than Siri and instead of being upset about it, it just makes Sirius love him more.

He has a slim figure and veiny yet also big hands and people ogle at him without shame in the halls. Sirius growls at them so they look away and Remus just thinks he’s acting weird like always.

The type of teacher to take away your phone if he sees you using it during class. Sirius doesn’t do this cause he’s chill, and James wants to do it but he’s scared to do it, lmao.

Professor Pettigrew - Home Economics Teacher

He’s the short, chubby and single home ec teacher and it’s just perfect.

He’s amazing at cooking and his class is usually a class for queer people and making people who are ‘different’ feel like they belong there.

Some students (usually those who aren’t in home ec) don’t like him and make fun of him because of his weight and him being single and always left out, and it always gets to his head and he starts lashing out and distancing himself from his friends because of it.

Will not take away anyone’s phone, nor will he tell them to put it away. This is home economics, there are no rules! (Other than reading instructions obviously..)

When walking in the halls, he catches the eyes of many students that either love him or hate him, no in-between. Some students wonder why any one of the teachers hangs out with him and it affects him really badly.

Professor (Lily) Macdonald - World/Popular Literature (English) Teacher

Her and Regulus are best buds. They always make their classes do projects together just so they hang out.

Has a section of the room that has things kids might not have at home like pads, tampons, deodorant, socks, etc.

She runs the library alongside Pandora, and occasionally Remus + Regulus.

Some students ship her and James together. That is until they find out Regulus is actually married to James and Lily’s last name is actually Evans before she married Mary.

She’s the teacher that students approach during passing period just to talk to her cause she’s badass and cool. She’s kind of like the counselor of the school, she’s always there for free therapy.

Professor (Mary) Macdonald - Business Law/Management Teacher

Idk she just seems like she’d be a smart ass abt the topic.

Would feel like she’s Einstein and she’s teaching kids smth amazing but none of them give a shit or they’re just crying silently in the corner bc wtf.

Always wears suits to school so she seems very formal and modest and Lily is on her knees every damn time.

The type of teacher to take your phone away and send it to the principles office on the first warning.

Always visits Lily’s classroom to give her her lunch so she eats and isn’t tired and pale by the end of the day.

When seen in the halls, students admire her bc they want to be like her or bc she’s drop dead beautiful.

Professor (Marlene) Meadows - (Computer Science) Animation & Video Game Development Teacher

I feel like she’d just enjoy the fact that it has games included in the job, and bc it’s technology.

She would act like she’s teaching but she’s actually bullying little kids on Roblox.

Every single student knows that Dorcas is married to her bc they aren’t ashamed to show their love for each other. The students actually look up to their love and value their worth so much to the point where they don’t fall for horrible people (I think some of us need that).

She doesn’t take phones away and if she does, she always gives it back and gives them a second chance.

When seen in the hallways, she usually receives high-fives and fist bumps from the students. She thinks it’s because she’s an amazing teacher but it’s actually bc she’s so absorbed in her video games during class that she doesn’t notice the kids on their phones and AirPods.

Professor (Dorcas) Meadows - She actually teaches two different types of classes: all types of Visual Arts, and multiple types of Vocational Education

She has so much knowledge about art and wood making and design so you know for a fact that her outfits devour every damn day.

The ‘cool’ and ‘chill’ teacher.

Gives the best advice to students, alongside Pandora ofc.

Explains everything strictly yet with a matching side of fun, and the students either enjoy her classes or don’t mind it bc it’s easily taught and it’s not hard to understand.

When seen in the halls or around school, the students usually ask her for advice on smth or abt class and she’s always there to help. She’s usually always followed around by Marlene at these times so it’s quite cute to see.

Professor Black - The Performing Arts (Music Theory & Piano) teacher, accompanied by The Math (Statistics & Calculus) Teacher

This suits so perfectly omg wait I’m having a fangirling moment-

Whenever he teaches the piano he sometimes gets carried away and starts inventing his own music?? Many students always tell him to write his own songs and he always bashfully declines.

Him being the math teacher can sometimes be overwhelming but if he notices that you are struggling pretty badly to the point where you might have a mental breakdown, he’ll give you some tutoring or some advice that really helps.

Always brings snacks to school for James since he forgets to eat.

Is always around Professors Barty and Evan. Is never seen without one of those two.

Students don’t really approach him in the halls since they’re kind of intimidated?..but some of them wave and say hi! One brave soul gave Reg a fist bump and he didn’t react at all to it so people began doing it to him 😭.

Professor (Barty) Rosier - The Dance Teacher & sometimes joins Professor James during PE..

Oh lord..💀

This man teaches any and every dance. Ballet? Yes! Hip-hop? Of course! Latin? Sure! (He also has a side job of a stripper! Evan both loves this and hates it.)

When he assists James during PE, it’s always just him flirting with the fellow Professor and James just being an embarrassed and flustered dude.

Evan sometimes watches Barty dance and teach students because he looks so passionate and free when doing so, and it’s really the only time he ever shows affection to other kids (other than their own)

When girls see him in the halls they faint, and when boys see them in the halls they’re filled with awe.

Professor (Evan) Rosier - Teaches AP classes + English (Poetry & World Literature)

He’s just a smartass. Being a smartass is his (and regulus’) favorite thing.

He’s the only teacher who teaches AP classes in the whole marauders era.

Him and Pandora are VERY intelligent and capable of going SO far.

When teaching AP, he is serious and strict. When teaching English, he is humorous and playful.

Always visits Barty in passing periods/free periods and just admires him if he has class (when students see this they always melt from the affection), or walks with him around the garden the school has.

The kids usually give him fist bumps and high-fives, some of them ask for hugs. He’s not a big fan of hugs but ever since having kids and being friends with the marauders, things have…changed.

Professor (Pandora) Lovegood - Teaches Chemistry & Social Studies (Psychology, Cultural Anthropology, Sociology, and Women’s Studies).

She’s so amazing. I love her.

The chemistry one is obvious I mean it’s literally her cause of death.

She teaches Social Studies bc she claims it’s the other half of Evan since he teaches English and it just..works.

Their classrooms are right next to each other so the door between both is always open and they always teach both classes together, it’s so fun. Evan effortlessly continues Pandora’s Social Studies/Chemistry lesson if she’s using the bathroom and vice versa.

She always gives out crystals and spiritual items to her students (if they’re okay with it), usually when she senses bad energy or negative vibes.

Also the type of teacher that students approach during passing period and stuff bc she’s so nice and adorable and the best to talk to.

She runs the library with Lily, and occasionally Reg + Remus. She also gets mixed up quite often with her twin brother. The only thing different between them being Evan’s short hair, and Pandora’s motherly voice.

[myers-meadow]

Chance meetings: Tommy Shelby x reader

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader.

Summary: As you attend a wedding of the family, you meet an interesting man. He keeps popping up in your life. Maybe there's something there, something between you? AKA You share a kiss in the stables. This is firmly set in season 1.

Part two here.

Warnings: none. Safe for work.

Word count: over 2k

This is my first time writing for Tommy and the Peaky Blinders! English is not my native language, I hope I did ok! Feedback, comments and reblogs are very welcome <3. Dividers by @saradika-graphics (thank u for all u do for fandom <3)

You may not have known who John Shelby was, but when you were invited for the wedding through your best friend, you didn't hesitate to go. A wedding was a wedding, after all, and you loved them. The getting pretty, the dress, the vows, the ceremony of the mingling blood, the food, the dancing... Oh, the dancing!

You were more jaded than your sisters by far, as you were the oldest, and still unwed in your twenties, but that didn't deter you from the topic of love. When you saw the looks the couple gave each other during the ceremony, and the tension in the air was tight-strung, it was easy to deduce this wasn't a marriage of love. But it could be, you told yourself. There is all the time in the world for love to blossom. Weddings were so beautiful, and you watched as the ceremony turned into the party. Helping the other women with serving drinks and food, the time flew by.

"I just love weddings," sighed one of the Shelby's to you, a young woman, as you handed her a drink.

"Me too," you responded, politely, not expecting further conversation. The way she looked at you made you halt.

"Are you married? I see no ring." Before you could answer, she downed the drink in one go, and continued. "I am. We got married in secret. He said I looked like an angel..."

"He's lucky to have you, in secret or not," you responded.

A worried frown crossed her face. "My brothers hate him. Or; they'd rather have him not be part of the family."

"Why is that?"

She shook her head, refilled her own glass and took a good drink. "And now they're marrying John off to solve some political dispute I'm sure. They never tell us women anything, do they?"

She needed to vent, you let her speak.

"I wore the most beautiful dress... Matching white lacquered shoes... It was-" She interrupted herself to finish her drink.

As she went for the bottle, you stopped her. "Love, not so quick. Maybe have a dance, first. If your love ain't here, there's a dozen handsome men willing to stand in, I'm sure."

Her eyes turned fierce as you held onto the bottle, not handing it over to her. "You can't refuse me. Do you know who I am? I'm a Shelby."

A man stepped closer, hands in his pockets. "I thought you were a Thorne, now."

That was how you met Thomas Shelby.

Just like Ada, her brother Thomas was used to getting what he wanted. A little later on in the evening, the sun had set, you topped off his glass. He stopped you from moving on to the next empty glass, with the flick of his fingers, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. The smoke from his cigarette curled upwards, to the bare night sky.

"Sit. Join me." His words were spoken softly, but with an authoritative edge that made you do as he said, more curious than anything.

"Mr. Shelby, right?" you asked, with an eyebrow raised.

He set his glass down on the table, took the bottle of whiskey from him, plucked an empty glass from the table, and poured it neatly half full. He handed it to you. The drink was cold against your palm. "A toast. To the newlyweds." He didn't even really smile, but you clinked your glass against his and took a sip.

"To the newlyweds, may their union be one blessed with joy and laughter."

Thomas brought the cigarette to his lips, and the two of you simply sat, staring at the other. It felt like he noticed a great deal about you, from the way you wore your hair, how you fidgeted with your lace cardigan, to how you suppressed your wince at the sharpness of the drink. He was breathtaking in the flickering light of the campfire nearby, it danced over his face, highlighting the sharpness of his features. Yet his lips were plump, and you tore your eyes away before you could get any ideas.

"Cigarette?" he asked, already finding the case in his jacket pocket. He lit your cigarette for you like a gentleman and the drag you took was perhaps the first time you breathed properly in his company. "You're not a Lee I know. Are you a friend of the family? Recently married into it?"

"A friend, as of yet unmarried," you say, eyes dancing over his handsome face. Laughter sounds as the music takes a more upbeat turn. "If I'm no longer doing the whiskey rounds, I'd like to dance. It's a wedding after all. Will you join me, Mr. Shelby?"

He laughed softly, rubbing his face with his free hand. "Well, why don't we, hm?" And he stood up to follow after you.

You hadn't expected to see Thomas again, not at all. It felt like a magical night, one of few in your life. One you had to make count, somehow. That's why you dared press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before making off to your wagon at the edge of the Lees territory. Yet you did, as you followed your brother into an unsuspecting pub in Birmingham. It was by a street with factories, and workers did their work. It smelt of burnt coal and ashes.

The pub was a welcome change in temperature, as it was cold outside. Your brother, Edwin, was here on some business or the other, and you came with him purely to have a change of scenery. Or rather, that is what you'd tell anyone who asked. Rather, as the oldest, you felt you needed to keep an eye on him, to make sure he didn't get in any trouble he couldn't handle. He was rather prone to that after dad died, but it was no matter to consider, as the two of you entered the pub. It smelled of smoke, stale drink, and of wood varnish. It was after dinner, so the pub was gradually filling up with patrons, their chatter a comforting sound.

"Thank you for coming. In here," said the man you were meeting, Arthur, and he lead you to a room to the side, shutting the door behind you. Another younger man was already seated, a toothpick pressed between his lips. Another man stood to the side, leaning against the wall, and you startled as recognition hit you.

"Mr. Shelby," you greeted, nodding. "Pleasure to run into you again."

Edwin sent you a look, one that meant 'we will discuss this later', so you immediately straightened your attitude to betray no memory of that night. Thomas sent you a fond nod, and you quickly averted your eyes to avoid staring. Yet your heart leapt in your chest - what a chance to see the intruiging man from the wedding again!

"Have a seat," Arthur said, as he sat down himself. Edwin and you took a booth seat. You nodded politely to the younger one. A barmaid, blonde, came in and set down glasses in front of each of you, and left a bottle on the table. Arthur rubbed his hands. "Let's talk business, then. About those prize horses..."

Their talk and their deal went well, but you found your mind wandering off, your gaze drawn by Thomas' chiselled features. He looked harsher today, in this light, more serious. Perhaps he was softened by the wedding, by being off the clock, last time. Yet, the weight of his gaze bore down on you as the meeting went on.

When the hands were shaken, and the deal was made, his smooth voice shook you from your thoughts.

"Let me get you a drink," he mumbled, too low for your brother who was still talking with Arthur, to hear. He lead you to the bar, where a barman with a white tea towel over his shoulder was wiping glasses clean. The young women from before tended tables. "Whiskey?"

At this point, you'd agree to anything, so you nod. He ordered for you, and he clinked his glass against yours much like that first time.

"What are we toasting to?" you asked.

He looked around, leading you to a quieter corner of the pub with a hand on the small of your back, half a smile tugging at his lips. "Those beautiful racing horses you're selling to us."

"Family business," you grimace as the whiskey burns its way down your throat. Tommy nodded, deft fingers finding the cigarette case in his jacket pocket, he offered you one, before pressing one between his own lips. The flame from the match sizzles as he struck it, and you inhale sharply.

"So, this is Birmingham." you concluded, a bit of a tease. "The factories seem busy, is it like that every day?"

He nodded, regarding you with the patience of a large cat. "Every day. I like the noise, keeps the mind silent. And you, what do you do? Sell horses?"

"I take care of the horses. Edwin sells them." You fiddled with the cigarette, tapping off the ashes. "Sometimes he lets me come along to vet if the people will take good care of them. Just based on feeling, though. I'll only see the stables when we bring them over."

Tommy put the matchbox back in his pocket, leaning forward. "You wanna see the stables? Come on, I'll show you."

In hindsight, you weren't sure what made you follow him unquestioningly - out of the pub, with as little as a wave to Edwin. Your brother grabbed your arm.

"Where d'you think you're headed, girl?"

Tommy answered for you. "I'm showing 'er the horses, so she can rest easy knowing we take good care of 'em."

A short silence fell, the authoritative stare Tommy gave Edwin hung like tension in the air. It felt like he was challenging him, and Edwin didn't protest again when Tommy led you out of the pub.

It was a bit of a walk, and Tommy kept a steady pace. You two chatted idly, about the city, about growing up Roma, about how John and his new wife were doing. Then, you arrived just outside the city, where the stables were, right next to the train tracks.

"Do the trains not startle the horses?" you question, as you look around the place. It all seemed pretty good. The smell of hay and of horse hits your nose, a familiar and comforting smell. Stepping inside of the stables, a large black horse (a Frisian?) greeted the pair of you. "What a beauty," you say breathlessly.

"Trains're only in twice a day. Horses get used to it fast. They're smart beasts." He reached out to pet the nose of the animal. "This one is Monaghan Boy. Quite the race winner."

He seemed proud and something swelled in your chest. "He's so big."

"Wanna ride him?" 

You shook your head. "Not today," you laughed, and he smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m not winning any races today,” you joke. As you reached out your hand to let the horse smell you, another man entered the barn.

"Tommy, what are you doin' out here?" He said gruffly, before he noticed you. His voice softened. "Oh, and a young lady, hello."

"Uncle Charlie," Tommy said, jovially, "This is y/n, her and her brother are selling us some horses. She wanted to make sure they'll be well taken care off. Y/n, this is the man who takes care of the horses for us."

Charlie smiled. His face was drawn by years of hard work in the open air, and perhaps by war, you thought as you shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Charlie. I look forward to a good partnership from now on."

"Then I'll leave you two it," he said, with another look between the two of you. Monaghan Boy neighed in agreement. He left, leaving the two of you alone again.

"What are you thinking? Up to your standards?" Tommy asked, teasing undertone resting in his deep voice. He walks closer, until he's next to you, next to the big beast. His cologne smells delightful.

You nodded. "Better than I expected, especially for the city. I mean, look at this one," you say full of awe, as Monoghan Boy allows you to slide your hand over his mane. Thomas mimicked your movement, letting his hand rest on yours, intertwining your fingers. 

You turned to him, finding him caging you in against Monaghan Boy's flank.

"Perhaps there's something else you'd rather do than ride a horse, out here?" he whispered, just before his lips touch yours.

“I can think of a thing or two,” and you wrap your arms around his neck.

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

There was no doubt about it that Evan Rosier was beautiful. Girls whispered as he passed in the halls, boys winked at him at parties, beckoning him to the dark corners of the common rooms where they could remain undiscovered.

Yes, there was no doubt that Evan was beautiful, but he didn’t feel pretty.

He wasn’t sure when the word had become significant, it was as if the word beautiful was superficial, as if he was superficial. He supposed the meaning had started to sound different when he listened to them come from Dorcas’ mouth. The way she described Marlene, as if words could only pale in comparison, Shakespeare himself would be threatened by the pure emotion that dripped from Dorcas’ words, so much so that the word pretty made Marlene sound like the greatest treasure ever to grace the earth.

Fucking lesbians.

Evan had never felt like a treasure, as an heir he was worth something, but that was a job, his birthright.

He had never once believed that there were soulmates, someone who could mirror even the darkest most broken parts of his soul, someone who would accept every flaw, every scar, every wall that his mind put up. But watching his friends with their partners?

Watching them made him believe that someone could truly love him unconditionally, like they needed him like air, as if the sun couldn’t rise without him. He believed there was a chance, but that didn’t mean he was deserving of it. He could hope, maybe even pray, but at the end of the day he couldn’t imagine even a soul as broken as his could have once come in a matching pair.

That was until, of course, he met Barty Crouch Jr.

And by Merlin and Morgana alike did that boy make his soul sing.

[petiteredthinker]

Feeling a little better today, better than yesterday.

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[hyperfocuscentre]

Lily Evans is..

strawberry themed picnics under the sun, a light breeze brushing through auburn curls.

autumn walks in the park, swaddled in scarves, hats and gloves. Picking conkers up from the grass and shoving them into already bulging pockets.

reading under dim lights, manicured fingers tracing the pages of books and knitted blankets piled over shoulders.

cuddles with cats, soft fur tickling the palms of your hands.

[ohmeadows]

28 kafhime?

kafhime, kiss as a lie.

//

A warm breath nestles against Himeko's neck, stirring her from a deep sleep. She burrows deeper in the plush hotel pillow without opening her eyes, recognizing the perfume immediately.

"You've been sleeping in for hours," Kafka murmurs against her skin. "Dreams too good?"

"Something like that." Himeko sighs, letting Kafka's mouth stray down her back, brushing away her mussed hair as she goes. "Why are you here?"

"Couldn't let you have all the fun alone."

Himeko sighs, rolling over in bed to glare up at Kafka. The power of it wilts a little. It's so easy to cling on to the anger and frustration of her when she's light-years away, when the stops between their paths crossing rack up, when the edges of her face begins fading. It's harder when she is above Himeko, her eyes softer than she likes to remember.

Space between them has this impossible quality, expanding and contracting in the blink of an eye, fast enough to make her dizzy.

"I know you don't have to be here," she says, stroking Kafka's cheek. "So what is the reason, really?"

"Firefly sent out a distress signal. I felt... Compelled." She shrugs. "Arrived just in the nick of time, so really, did you want me to stay away? Come now, I know what you want even when you don't want to say it."

Himeko hooks a finger in Kafka's leather harness, testing the strap. "If you know me so well, why don't you tell me?" It's getting harder to meet Kafka's gaze.

Kafka smiles. "You know, Elio's given me a break while he's working on some script changes. Why don't we work out what it is you want while I travel with you for a stop or two?"

"Sounds perfect." Himeko tugs at the harness, pulling Kafka down on top of her. So perfect. Too perfect.

She wants to treasure the moment, at least a little. It's all false, she knows as much, has known in her gut since she woke up. Stealing a kiss in a dream, what harm can it do, even when it's nothing but a lie?

Their lips meet and it feels so real it makes Himeko ache, wrapping her arms around Kafka to pull her closer and hold her there until she's breathless. The dream must break. The illusion must die. And she has to leave.

"I can't stay," she whispers between kisses, feeling the distant rumble of a collapsing dream fast approaching. "I can't stay... I can't..."

She screws her eyes shut tight, savoring the taste of Kafka for the precious few moments she has left before waking up.

[marauders-bs]

tw: alcohol use, this is a tad bit suggestive, suicide mention BUT HE'S JOKING IT'S BECAUSE THEYRE DANCING

Sirius had quite a few regrets in his life.

Leaving Regulus behind in their parents' house for a month knowing that they'd take their anger out on Reg. Almost killing the bitch boy when he was fifteen. Dating Marlene.

But he was pretty sure that introducing James and Regulus was the worst idea he could ever have had.

Take now, for instance: they're dancing together out on the floor of whatever club Barty's bartending for now. James has his hands running over Sirius's little brother, Regulus's hands on James's back and shoulders and they haven't even kissed. Sirius is pretty sure he'd go into cardiac arrest if that happened.

"Black, you look like you're about to kill yourself," Evan says, appearing with two drinks and handing one to Sirius.

"I just might," Sirius says, accepting the drink.

"You know," Dorcas says, sidling up to the two of them, "i don't think I've ever seen those two kiss. I don't think they're dating."

Sirius blinks rapidly. "I don't think I have either."

"They're not dating," Evan says, somehow taking an angry sip of his whiskey. "Regulus has told me that many, many times."

"Well, damn," Sirius says, looking away from his best friend dancing with his brother to face the floor dramatically. "I don't know whether I want them to start dating or not, if this is how they are now."

"I don't think any of us know that," Evan says, chuckling a bit as he goes to drag his sister away from the ginger bartender.

[rhaesquill]

Anyone interested in marauders in the maze runner timeline/setting? Wherein Regulus is in charge of medics in the glade while James is the newfound greenie who has too much curiousty on his plate. And literally gets wounds and all kinds of horrible scratches on his legs even though he's been in the glade for no more than a week. And James absolutely falls in love the moment Regulus tells him

"You need to start taking care of yourself or I'll have to drag your ass everywhere to keep you from getting hurt" because well James really thought it was Regulus saying that he cares but in reality Regulus is just stopping James from using all their medication in the glade.

Because I may have started writing it out of the blue.......

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

dorlene fic recs!!!

all on ao3

there's beauty in the tragedy - badhotdog03

scar tissue - twiggyisnotdead

invisible string - a1phab3tsoup

no strings attached - allthedeadgays

ever the loved - mytinyoceans

miss americana and the heartbreak princess - moonsandcrying

the hand that feeds - rollercoasterwords

underground gladiators - bizarrestars

seasons in desire - dykesiriusblack

fairy-tale sweets - thebibutterfly

honey honey - aeoneskova

lavender haze - marlenemckinnonss

sweet nothing - rabidlittlestrawberry

be mine - missamericanbi

bumblebees in the fall - thelizbian

thank you for the venom - arakhnee

[padfootsaphrodite]

"Mary and Regulus wouldn't work" how about Regulus survives and Mary obliviates (if i misspelled no I did not) herself and their paths somehow cross and eventually they find comfort in one another and their relationship grows from there? Anything can work if you let it.

[asmo-d3us]

Muggle AU: Dorcas is a tattoo artist and offers this amazing idea for new tattoos with her friends. They ask her what the design is, and she pulls up a sketch design of something she calls ‘the dark mark’.

Regulus is secretly impressed, Barty is grinning like a madman, Evan is shaking his head with a grin at the idea, and Pandora is the one who told Dorcas about the idea in the first place.

When Regulus shows James, he’s a little startled because it seems like the tattoo is moving which is not possible! Barty and Evan are so happy that they’re matching now and they have something that’ll keep them connected forever, and when Dorcas shows Marlene, she gets a bit confused at what it means, especially when she finds out they labeled it ‘The Dark Mark’.

Peter approaches Dorcas in secret, and says he also wants one. Dorcas is hesitant, and asks him if he’s sure because his friends clearly don’t like the tattoos and the idea of them, and he nods his head yes.