#minor 7th

[blaisespectre]

Made a chord chart for ukulele because the ones I found online didn’t have any flat or sharp chords, except it ONLY had Bb chords for some reason. It is designed to fit on a single piece of printer paper in landscape format, and print in black and white. The top right cluster of letters is the most common tuning, I threw the others on there in case it’s useful. I am a beginner at ukulele and originally just made this for myself but I thought I’d share in case someone might find it useful.

[cervinae-canine]

one must imagine their f/o in a playboy bunny suit.. for the occasion..

[shanxing-wu]

summary:

March, I don’t know what to do.

They died in that crash. What am I supposed to do?

An unsent letter addressed to March 7th.

(Or: a missing scene from the 3.2 story quest.)

a quick drabble based on my headcanon that after losing contact with the express, dan heng & trailblazer, along with taking pictures, wrote letters to march 7th to update her on their amphoreus adventures. 

this is a more experimental form of writing for me, and i hope to make more of these and write a little series! if you read this and enjoyed, thank you!!

[gracesmusings]

Dragon Slayer

part 1

Charlie Weasley x F!Reader (no y/n)

MC: 7th year, 19 years old, Slytherin, death eater family, best friend Lucian Bole, goblet of fire. Triggers: unfinished, death eater family, stereotypes, trust issues, angst with eventual happy ending (more to come...maybe)

my first post in a while. trying to write again.

The first snowfall happened on a Tuesday, in between divinations and herbology. She pulls the hood of her cloak over her head. The wind blows bitter cold against the exposed skin. By the time she reaches the back side of the castle, she is ready to cry. Her nose burns from the bitter cold and the unrelenting wind. The mist feels like icicles pricking at her face. 

Reaching the green house, she pauses and relishes in the brief warmth of the sun. Looking up, her eyes catch on a cloud that looks like a dragon and her heart sinks to the pit of her stomach. Eyes fluttering closed, she takes a deep breath. Something small and delicate falls on her nose. 

Opening her eyes, she watches in amazement as the mist turns into small flutters. Her gloved hand up to the sky. An intricate snowflake landed on her palm before melting away – it was momentary, it was beautiful, it was gone. “Ghastly weather,” Lucian Bole scowls. Turning to greet her fellow quidditch player, she puts on her best smile. 

“How was your summer?” Bole’s unpleasant attitude melts away at her words. “Probably the same as yours.” Bole looks around. Once he's satisfied there are no prying ears, he takes a step closer to her. To the approaching sixth and seventh years, they look like two friends seeking comfort in a hug. “Mum and dad were running around like muggles without their heads. Preparing for Him.” 

Her eyes close once more, taking comfort in the little warmth that Bole offers. “They are acting as if he might walk in and sit at our table any moment,” he continues. She breathes out a shaky breath. Lucian’s arms wrap tightly around her middle. Burying her cold nose into his shoulder, she steadies her breathing. “You still have one more year. We will figure something out.” “I hope that's–”

“What do we have here?” Bole stiffens. He turns and blocks the twins' view, allowing a small window for her to wipe the stray tear off her cheek. “He bullyin’ you?” Fred asks. George steps forward and so does Lucian. “Bole,” she reaches for his arm, just as Professor Sprout shouts. “Time for class!” Bole’s cold demeanor returns—any remnant of warmth long gone. Yanking his arm away from her, he storms down to the greenhouse. 

“Hello, dear friend.” Fred says. Joy erupts across his face. George finally relaxes when Bole disappears inside the greenhouse. Walking down the hill, Fred gives Sprout a smile. “You must have missed us terribly.” George whispers when you find your spots around the room. “Most horrible company you found.” Fred says a little too loudly on your right. Across from you, Lucian scowls. 

“I did miss you, all of you.'' The voices of past conversations flood her mind. “Some of us more than others, right?” Fred goes to pick something up off the table. “Do not touch, Mr. Weasley! This is Greenhouse Three not Greenhouse One! One wrong move in here and I’ll be writing your mother another unfortunate letter.”

Snickers erupt around the room, but the twins ignore the chance to be the center of attention in favor of making their favorite Slytherin blush. “Especially Charlie,” George whispers. “Charlie?” Fred sighs. “I was talking about me, but I guess I have to come second to Charlie.” Fred narrows his eyes on her. “I am second, right?” “Bollocks. At best, you are third,” George argues.”But realistically you are fourth. Ginny beats us both by a landslide.” 

For the remainder of class, she tries her best to pay attention to Professor Sprout, but a certain redhead taints her thoughts. 

Charlie Weasley had been gone all summer to Egypt, and she had not received a single letter from him. The absolute audacity of that man. When they returned, she expected him to reach out, but he didn't. She only heard of his safe return through Potter. 

She was used to long periods of time where she did not see the handsome red-head, but the quiet was quite unusual, disturbing, and wildly irritating. 

Albeit, they had not left on the best of terms. They had exchanged words that she has tried to erase from her mind, but it seems they are carved quite deep into her heart. His departure and their harsh words only made what happened over the summer all the more unbearable. 

–

Tossing the quill on the desk, she crumbles up yet another piece of parchment. “Writer’s block?” Bole asks. Her eyes cut to her friend, who has decided to plop himself on top of her bed.

“Do you have to be an ass?”

“I’m assuming you are talking about my interaction with the weasels rather than my current actions?” He rolls his eyes and flips over onto his back. “I just don’t care for them.” 

“Well, I do and it wouldn’t hurt for you to show them an ounce of kindness. I am sick of everyone hating on Slytherin because a few of us decide to be knobheads!” 

“Hey,” Lucian rolls off the bed and pulls her away from the desk. The air has shifted, like he knew – knew that she was two seconds away from breaking. Her lips part and the words stubble out without thought. “I’m  not–we’re not evil.” Her eyes gloss over, causing Lucian’s heart to constrict. “No, you’re not. Where is this—” Lucian squeezes his hands into a tight fist. “I’ll try to keep it on the field, okay?” Lucian places a hand on the back of her chair and grounds himself. He focuses on the imperfections of the wood.. “Is this about Charlie?” His eyes on the crumpled parchment. “Come on, love, I know you better than that. You think you could hide a boyfriend from me.” Lucian’s eyes narrows and he feels the wood push into his hand hardly.. “Did he tell you that all Syltherin’s are death eaters?” 

When she doesn't answer Lucian turns her chair to face him.. His towering figure makes her lean back, he drops lower. “A stór,” darling. His eyes darken and she swears she can see a storm brewing in his green eyes. 

“No,” She  looks down. “It’s just kind of how he made me feel.” Looking at the bottom of his shirt, she pauses as she wonders how much she would share. She and Charlie had been in a secret relationship for a little over a year now. At first it was just because they wanted to stay away from prying eyes, but then it felt like instead of sharing their love between them that they were hiding it from the world. 

“I got mad at him before he left. I accused him of things that weren’t true–but it's how I felt. I said horrible things, Luc. And he said horrible things. Things that we didn't really mean. And then..” Looking up at the ceiling, she closes her eyes, trapping the tears. 

“And then you left home.” Lucian finishes. 

“Then I left home,” she agrees. 

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now... there is more. If you are interested, please let me know. I'm tring to get back into writing.

My inbox and comments are always open for suggestions/requests. (actually would really love them <3)

As always thank you for reading,

grace

[rowanthestrange]

I’ve got another too-fancy-for-my-kind shindig coming up, and did you know there are Thirteenth Doctor Who themed bow-ties?

Props for Belfast Bow Company doing basically a one-day turn around and managing to make and ship the thing across the country in literally less than 24 hours. “We cater to bow-tie emergencies” indeed.

[cheapsh0tz]

You’re telling me you don’t want to finger March 7th? Her juices soaking your fingers, her hands shaking and trying to push yours away because “it’s too much, I can’t take it anymore”. The room filled with the sounds of her cute little moans and the slick sound of you fingering her cunt? Wack.

[umesakus]

my new a/c sometimes creates these very subtle pitches that sorta sound like… stereotypical desert/egyptian type music LOL like the shit they always put in movies or games and it trips me out because i’ll just be sitting here on my phone but with the vibes of wandering through an endless ocean of sand with no water

[ghostisredacted]

the energy drink ban is fucking stupid because the average magyar teen knows at least someone, or they themselves are, alcoholic by the age of 14 and know at least one place where they give out alcohol without ID-ing. or cigarettes. like do you think thatll stop kids from putting their paws on energy drinks

[bluecodexs]

some advice from her papa

[solace-seekers]

screaming into the void <3

[stuffedeggplants]

Filoni repeatedly ignoring other artists' established work when it suits him aside, I don't think it's necessarily a huge issue that Morgan Elsbeth originates the earliest concept of what eventually becomes the TIE Defender program. There's a lot of blank space in her story during which she can take an interest in engineering and ship design, and if she's been watching/paying attention to the Imperial military for a long time, maybe it's not completely unreasonable that she could have identified a space that could be better filled by something like the Defender. That doesn't contradict Thrawn advocating for such a program, getting it, and pulling together all the people and resources he needs to turn Elsbeth's PowerPoint slides into reality. Thrawn doesn't need to be an engineer for this; he just needs to bring engineers together and enable them however he can to make things happen.

[cinthgarden]

artblock kicked my ass sorry anyway here’s march. Meow 7th if you will

[zapsoda]

wip

[atopvisenyashill]

the thing is that i read a series wherein one of the main romances was between a teenage boy and his best friend's kid sister, and they had a five year gap which turned incredibly fucking weird when she hit like 11 and started Noticing Boys and all of a sudden the relationship that was just a very special, intimate sort of friendship became wildly inappropriate, and he's trying to put up boundaries while she's just getting her feelings hurt because she doesn't understand why he is insistent she stop calling him at all hours and cuddling with him and getting jealous of his girlfriends, which culminated in this scene that rearranged the brain chemistry in my 11 year old mind where she gets herself in trouble and calls him at uni and he abandons his girlfriend and their party just to calm her down and she gets cagey about what it is he says that calms her down and of course you find out he basically tells her he's in love with her and then things kind of settle because she's riding high that he loves her and he has just kinda shrugged and been like "well there's an ocean between us right now so i can simply deal with this issue later" and completely ignores the change in this dynamic.

anyway this is the dynamic i picture gendrya having lmao.

[roakkaliha]

i have a severe case of baby face irl (to the point where ive been mistaken for a 14 year old boy multiple times within my 20s), but even so ive never been asked for IDs when getting a tattoo. which is simultaneously very surprising and not at all surprising.

[iamthemaestro]

love when a piece ends on an absolutely delicious dissonance... nooo don't resolve your so sexy aha