#regulusblxcks

[stargal]

wintery sound for those winter roadtrips, or just for that wintery, cozy feeling when you’re staying inside [listen]

[diablocodys]

Hermione/Daphne non-magical AU

 to no one in particular, i just love my girls. 

657 words

Sometimes Hermione thought it was utterly stupid to fall in love. Then again, it seemed these days she was inclined to do stupid things. Why not just dive right in?

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It was decidedly freezing out on this dark Autumn morning, so cold that Hermione’s breath formed little clouds as she hurried down the street. Cursing out quite loudly after stepping in a puddle, sufficiently soaking all the way through her boot that was supposed to be waterproof, she wondered if this day could get any worse.

Her hair, which she had had no time to tame this morning after her alarm failed to go off, now proceeded to be nothing but an annoyance. She decided that after this day was over, if she was still alive after the initial mortification, she would chop it off.

Checking her watch, Hermione groaned, she was officially an hour late to her first day of work. Walking through the building of her-what might be by this point former-workplace, she couldn’t help but think she had set that damn alarm three times and checked it ever more before finally going to bed.

She did not miss the judging look the secretary sent her when she checked in, though he didn’t say a word.

“Floor 7,” he said.

She barely managed to get a thank you out before she was rushing over to the elevators.

Pushing the seventh-floor button, she nearly shrieked when an arm stopped the doors from closing.

“Sorry,” said the woman who was now leaning against the side of the elevator. Her blonde hair was in a strict looking bun and Hermione found herself avoiding the woman’s piercing blue eyes.

Hermione’s never been the best at small talk, finding that it becomes quite awkward quite fast when she runs out of things to say.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” the woman says.

It takes Hermione a moment to reply, finding herself choking on her own words around her, “I’m new.” Hermione left out the part that she might not be seeing her around here again after today.

“Well, I truly do adore the look you’ve got going today….” She says.

“Hermione,” the frizzy haired girl finishes for her, ignoring the woman’s comment.

“Daphne,” the woman says back, a smirk on her pretty face.

The elevator finally dings. And the door opens.

Hermione finds herself slightly disappointed Daphne hadn’t stepped out with her.

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Hermione survived the day. A feat in of itself. Her boss, after many, many assurances that this would not be a common occurrence, finally let her get to work. Leaving her with the warning he would not be so lenient next time.

Her eyes were blurry and her hand was cramping so badly she would be surprised if she could move it enough tonight to crack open a celebratory glass of wine, but she was happy all the same.

‘To survival,’ she could already see herself toasting. Not alone of course, she had her cat whom she loved dearly.

Packing up the rest of her things, she made her way back to the elevator. The chaos from the morning already seeming so far behind her.

Well, it did feel like that until the elevator doors opened revealing a still perfect looking Daphne.

Hermione let out a sigh stepping in.

“Still alive I see,” Daphne states.

Hermione raises her brows, “Alive indeed.”

“Not to sound forward,” she sounded quite forward, “but would you like to go out for a glass of wine with me.”

Hermione felt a blush creep up on her cheeks.

It didn’t take long for Hermione to say yes, as her other option sounded pitiful, to say the least. Go out with a beautiful woman, to a no doubt classy bar, or stay at home and watch television with a cat that leaves her as soon as it is fed.

“I would like that, yes.”

Daphne smile was blinding, Hermione would soon note.

[nxrcissamxlfoy]

Okay but...just the overall fall aesthetic? Like? I love fall as a ~concept~ because the colors are so pretty and maroon is a vibe but also everything is cozy and I can watch all the spoopy nonsense without judgment. It’s an important time (tumblr fucked with me but also how could you not tell that was me)

I ACTUALLY S2G THOUGHT IT WAS AT FIRST BUT I WAS LIKE??? WHY ANON??? 

corpse bride / rocky horror picture show / hocus pocus / halloween / beetlejuice / the addams family / the nightmare before christmas

witch / ghost / zombie / vampire / skeleton / werewolf / demon

black cat / spider / bat / raven / wolf

pumpkin patch / graveyard / haunted house / corn maze / vampire’s mansion

dracula / frankenstein / the tell-tale heart / dr jekyll and mr hyde / carmilla / the picture of dorian gray / the shining

it’s almost halloween / this is halloween / ghostbusters / season of the witch / thriller / heads will roll /somebody’s watching me

halloween blogrates!

[annbeth]

hp moodboard → Luna Lovegood

[lady-of-innisfree]

ana: *is making interactive graphics for funsies*

ana: That moment when you should've done art all along but you accidentally said once that medicine might be interesting

me: between your design skills and your bio background, you're a public health wet-dream

[teddylupni-blog]

moodboard: slytherin (harry potter)

ravenclaw / hufflepuff / gryffindor

[whitneyhoustn]

Peeps check out my friend’s photography blog if you want to know Paris better 💕 @hamzabtr

[banana-themed-url]

♀ HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY!!! ♀ send this to the women you admire and list five things that make you proud to be a woman today and always

FUCK YEAH INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY

1) It is socially acceptable for me to not wear pants in public because dresses exist my peeps (although anyone can rock a dress if they want fuck gendered clothing)

2) The Nicki Minaj verse in “Monster” is truly iconic

3) When I do better in math classes than my male friends, I give a metaphorical finger to all the people who say my brain isn’t suited for it

4) Hypermasculinity doesn’t cause me to avoid certain things because they smell nice or not learn emotional intelligence

5) I’ve learned how to yell louder than anyone who doesn’t believe in me

[regulusblacksquad]

REGULUS BLACK APPRECIATION SQUAD ♡

Are you sad and tired of people neglecting Regulus? Are you always ready to defend him no matter what? This is the ideal place for you! So come and join us in honouring and appreciating the underrated, Slytherin unsung hero! *:･ﾟ✧

R U L E S

must be following Regulus’ trash: ams , rosario & the network blog

reblog this post (likes are only to keep a track of the horcrux)

entries open from 22nd Jan to 20th Feb Est

fill this form, you can be sure we’ll check (no house elves involved in the process, ofc)

10 (or more depend on entries) members will be chosen and informed on the 25th

check the tag #REGULUSBLACKSQUAD for updates

must reach atleast 40 notes or regulus will cry away in anguish

L O O K I N G   F O R

people that love and adore Regulus fervently as a character

positive and organized blogs with at least 60% HP content

wonderful, creative and supportive bright stars

able to use kik! (to keep this madness alive)

wiling to post original content at least once a month

able to use the tagging system provided when posting/reblogging to the network

B E N E F I T S

new awesome potterhead followers friends

follows from all the network members

personal spot on the members page on the network blog

safe space to express your love & appreciation to our little regulus

a friendly and supportive environment to share your creations

fun squad activities to keep the blog & love for regulus alive!

and that’s all! we hope you’ll join this network and if you have any questions, feel free to ask either of us :) Thank you for applying and good luck! ♥ (keep reading for additional infos about the network)

+ I N F O S

p/s: below are some infos to keep in mind for you to do when you’re selected.

we’ll post an announcement on the network blog so keep a look out

need to make sure your ask box is open so we can inform you when you’re chosen

you need to submit a link of a square icon and a short description or quote

come join and spread the love for our under-appreciated slytherin hero

this is a regulus friendly blog so all posts are pro-regulus & must be about him

note: we also track the general tag #regulusblack so, keep tagging to be featured!

[nothisisrebecca]

♀ HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY!!! ♀ send this to the women you admire and list five things that make you proud to be a woman today and always

STOP! I DON’T DESERVE THIS!

Okay so I love being a woman in the sciences. I especially love that my psychology department is dominated by women. I love that the office that I am working in is all women. I love that my friends are amazing women as well. Also I love being me.

[mxrcusflint]

hey! i voted for make me choose edits and my name is ana!

thank you for voting!!

ana: dropping water on sugar and watching it congeal, writing on your hands with pen, the first feeling of walking into a museum, apple pie

[stargal]

sleepy

for those late nights. for when to calm down. for sleep.

[listen]

[m1nyard]

Regulusblxcks, remuz, potterworld

@regulusblxcks

Do they follow me: Yes | No

Do I follow them: Yes | No | Now

What I think about their blog: i really like her blog, she has amazing content and a really pretty theme!!

@remuz

Do they follow me: Yes | No

Do I follow them: Yes | No | Now

What I think about their blog: everything about this blog is fab, really like her username!!

@potterworld

Do they follow me: Yes | No

Do I follow them: Yes | No | Now

What I think about their blog: theme isn’t really my style but username and post are great!!

send me a url anonymously and i’ll tell you

[nxrcissamxlfoy]

capsized

ron x pansy for the @hprarepairnet​ & @slytherdornet love song challenge | capsized,  you+me 

we were two ships in the night / passing by in the pale moonlight and capsized we were two ships in the night / hellbent on trying to survive and capsized 

his lips light a fire wherever they land, leaving blossoms of heat to radiate from her jaw, her neck, her clavicle. 

his hands, large and rough, grip at her hips, his dirty fingernails trying to get at her bones as he pulls her closer. 

he smells like earth and spice, liquor and smoke. 

she keeps her eyes shut tight, knowing that if she opens them she’ll see that treacherous flash of ginger hair and those all telling freckles splattered across his shoulders and she’ll lose her nerve. 

she can’t even remember how she’d gotten here, to this point, to straddling him of all people, feeling him pressing into her thigh even through his jeans, to being excited by it. 

it started like any other night, tucking herself away in some nondescript muggle bar and relishing in the fact that no one knew her or what she’d done. and suddenly he’s there, sitting on the stool next to her left, pretending not to notice her, polishing off one drink after another. 

and somehow it end in his dingy flat, on his hideous plaid sofa.

his arms wrap around her, holding her closer to him, tighter, so he can lift her into the air with out breaking from kiss and walk them across the room to his bed. 

his lips move further down, leaving a wildfire spreading through her stomach. 

without warning he pulls at her stockings, ripping them from their fasteners and down her legs and she can’t stop the mortifying gasp from escaping her throat

she feels him pause and finally looks down at him only to find wide, devilish smile spreading across his face and a hunger in his eyes. 

“fuck you, weasley,” she says, but instead of venom all that comes out is a breathy hiss of a whisper. 

his eyebrows quirk. “oh you’re gonna.” his hands grasp at the back of her knees and pull her further down the bed, closer to him as he dips his head.

seconds later and she can’t even keep herself propped up on her elbows. she sinks into the bed, her back arching, her head tilting farther back until she’s staring at the painting above his bed. 

a ship in a storm with the wind whipping at its sails. the sea lashing at its sides soon syncs up with the waves of pleasure that crash onto her, a pulsating warmth washing over her as her body goes slack.

she only faintly hears his belt, then his zipper. his buckle hits the floor and there’s a pressure on the bed between her legs as he kneels over her. 

a second wave, now adrenaline as her pride kicks in and she realizes she needs the upper hand again. she slips out from under him, spinning him down on to the bed, ignoring his chuckle of surprise and the excitement in his eyes. 

she straddles him, positions herself as he sits up and wraps his arms around her, kissing her wherever he can, nipping here and there. 

her focus stays on the painting as she lets the waves help her find the rhythm.

the night continues on in a blur, a hurricane of ecstasy and battling emotions with that stormy ship at the eye. by the end of it all they’re somehow on the floor, panting and sweating and barely even awake and yet she can’t help but stare at the painting.

she feels like the ship, lost at sea in a terrible storm, not knowing what’s going to happen next. and she looks over to him, hand resting on his heaving chest, eyes closed, and can’t help but ask. 

“why do you even have that painting?” 

he looks confused for a second, then lifts his head to look at the spot above his bed. “oh,” he sighs, his head hitting the floor. “it was just a gift,” he says but she has a feeling it’s not the truth. “was that what you were thinking about this whole time?” there’s no wounded ego or hurt feelings in his question, just self depreciation and humor.

she rolls her eyes but doesn’t answer. he’s quiet for a second and then, “there’s another ship, way in the back. i like to think they help each other out of the storm.” 

she’s taken aback, looks at him. he’s staring, searching for something in her, as if he knows there’s more to her than what she puts out.

and she can’t stand it.

“or they’re fools and both capsized anyway.” 

[annbeth]

banaue rice terraces, the philippines

[lady-of-innisfree]

when you're cleaning out old notebooks and find that time you dragged a kid in your notes