#serendipitous

[nmpositive]

Tumblr Serendipity (Sexy Edition)

@fuzzyghost @fatmagic

[imaginalstudio]

[shitouttabuck]

screaming went to check something and

[serendipitoussydney]

"attachment issues" and its just someone wanting the bare minimum

[girlbugboy]

just let the first bug out of our new place.. a beautiful huge moth!!

[dndtreasury]

Serendipitous Satchel

[wutheringheights78]

went to the library to get a rimbaud collection and then picked up a joan of arc book at random and there was a rimbaud quote on the first page

[galactic-potterhead]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┄ Harry Potter x Female Original Character (platonic), Draco Malfoy x Female Original Character ⋮ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ┄ Harry Potter

𝟎𝟎:𝟏𝟐

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

Note || I don’t know what I just wrote but the tears wont stop. Im in love. (Not to be narcissistic or anything-) It Was In Me by Avril Lavigne was the vibe for this chapter. Please let me know if I missed any warnings because I will happily add them!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

After facing the wrath of her mother, Avalon finds herself under the stars with the-boy-who-lived and their bond begins to form.

𝐂𝐖: This chapter will contain mentions of poverty, child abuse & neglect, character death, childhood trauma, fluffy Harry and Ava moments, anxiety.

Word count: 1.1K

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The night sky twinkled above like a hoard of fireflies, displaying every ounce of hope that filled Avalon. She adored the stars as much as Orpheus treasured Eurydice. To her, each star carried a dream belonging to every single person in the world, placed up in the sky to showcase that everyone has aspirations.

Avalon was definitely a dreamer. She was a wild spirit that carried her mother’s heart in every step. The subjects that she looked forward to most at Hogwarts, were Astronomy and Care of Magical Creatures. Avalon loved hearing all about Charlie’s dragon reserve, and she kept every single one of her mother’s astronomy stories in the back of her mind.

If someone were to ask her to choose between the two, she’d probably short-circuit.

— Harry’s voice cut into her peaceful silence, and she couldn’t help but jump. “Avalon? What are you doing out here?”

She shifted her head in his direction, only to see that he was still dressed in his day clothes.

“I’ve been sneaking out to look up at the stars since I was five.” She claimed, smiling slightly at the memories of her childhood.

He didn’t say anything as his figure approached. Instead, he simply sat beside her and peered up at the sky. “Mum used to tell me that every star above is a lost soul sent to look after their loved ones.” She paused for a moment, sparing the curious boy a small glance. “I like to think that as long as those stars gleam, there is always hope.”

“I think that’s a wonderful way of thinking about them. Me personally, I can’t see the stars back with the Dursleys.” Harry says, glancing her way briefly.

“Can I ask you something, Harry?” She asked, shifting to face him, her side slightly inching from the grass scratching into her skin.

“Go on,” he encouraged, shifting to face her as well.

Her eyes beamed with a light that represented something he hadn’t felt since his first time arriving at Hogwarts.

“Does Hogwarts change you? I promised dad that I wouldn’t change.” Her words seemed to hit deep, because for a moment, he just stared at her.

She felt that anxiety from before slowly seep up from its hiding place, but refused to let it control her before he could answer.

“Yes. Hogwarts does change you. Sometimes, for the better. Other times. . .” He explored truthfully, his eyes softening with every word.

Avalon swallowed back the anxiety and nodded lightly. “I can choose whether it changes me for better or worse, right?” Her question was so innocent, and for the first time in years, it felt like someone understood her.

He smiled softly, turning back onto his spine. “Of course! Hogwarts is a place for opportunity. Only you can choose what to do with the changes being presented to you.”

His words calmed her heart, so she rolled onto her back and looked up at the stars, weight instantly lifted from her chest.

“Punch me if this is insensitive, but, do you remember anything about your parents?” She felt his body tense beside her, but the shooting star captured her attention.

“I see glimpses.” He mumbled, causing her head to roll in his direction, curiously sparking her.

“Sometimes in my dreams, I see her green eyes, her cooking apron, and even her red hair. She was beautiful. I didn’t need a photo album to know that.” He says, a warm smile stretching across his face.

Harry’s loving smile caused a chain reaction, setting off a smile of her own. “I’m sure she was,” she commented.

“And with my dad, I saw his glasses. There was always a part of me that felt like I resembled him. A photograph proved my theory to be correct.” Harry continued, shifting one of his arms under his head to get comfortable.

“Even the dishevelled black hair?” She asked, playfully, receiving a small laugh in return which told her all she needed to know.

“What subject are you looking forward to at Hogwarts?” He asked, after a moment of silence.

“Astronomy and Care of Magical Creatures. Though, I reckon Potions wouldn’t be too bad either.” She responded, yawning quietly.

“I wouldn’t count on enjoyment being part of potions. The potions master has some vendetta against children. A total muppet, that one.” He snorted, causing her brows to furrow.

“Really? That’s a shame. He probably has deep-seated family issues.” She commented, sympathy for a man she hardly knows immediately filled her.

“He has deep-seated issues alright…” Harry muttered, exhaling deeply.

There were more moments of peaceful silence, until Harry caught sight of something on her temple. “Hey, how’d you get that?” He asked, aiming a figure at the scar she acquired years ago.

“Oh, I hit my head on a rock after getting swept by the river current. Charlie, — who im sure, Ron has told you about, — wanted to teach me how to swim.” She began, her nimble fingers picking at her sleeves. “He hadn’t anticipated the river to be as wild as it was, and his back was turned, only for a moment.”

“How old were you?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Six. Mum nearly croaked when Charlie brought me home, his shirt pressed against my head.” She says, a simper pulling the corners of her lips.

“I used to tell the other kids in school that I got my scar from an actual lightning bolt.” Harry ventured with a small chuckle.

An overly amused grin spread out over her face. “There’s no bloody way they believed that!” She exclaimed lightly, disbelief overwhelming her senses.

Harry laughed, nodding frantically. “No! They actually did! Even claimed that I’d have super powers because of it.”

The pair broke out in fits of laughter, unable to stop. It was as if all the worries had been suctioned from the atmosphere.

And if they had eyes in the back of their heads, they would have seen a dishevelled, Molly Weasley, standing in the centre of the kitchen. Her worry slipping away at the sight of the two.

The scene in front of her was truly a heartwarming moment and she planned on cherishing it for the rest of her life. With one last smile, the mother left the two children under the stars and returned to her sleeping quarters.

For the next few weeks, Harry and Avalon laid under the stars, talking about anything and everything under the sun. It became the new normal for them; a tradition, if you will.

One that Avalon hoped to continue until every star crumbled into stardust.

Because Avalon could count on Harry being there to collect each speck in order to fabricate stars of their own.

|| Taglist ||

@alwayssnivellus

[corancoranthemagicalman]

[surrealthotz]

29.12.2022

I took a photo of my hot chocolate cuz there was a heart in the middle. The universe speaking out to me. Always when I need it :)

Serendipitous photography.

More on my instagram page @surreal_lens and @surreal__thoughtz

[ezamevolni]

Random coincidences

I was browsing Spotify through my followed artists and suddenly came upon this song called Moon, 12:04am which immediately triggered all bells.

Because Moon...12:04...the album title is Boy. 1204 being Jin's birthday, Moon the title of his solo song on MOTS:7 and Boy...em I guess he is one. He acts like one.

Usually at this time, you’re asleep But right now,  You are walking with me It won’t be a dream right, no it’s not We’re together, be with me today

While we look at the moon that is in the sky We swam through countless amount of nights Our heartbeats are too loud The birds that were sleeping have flown away

I feel like I’m flying over the moon Moon moon Sing this song with me oh oh Like woo like ah

The moon in the sky is like my heart Our love Sparkles like the fireworks in the sky

The moon in the sky is like my heart Our love Sparkles like the fireworks in the sky

translated by @colde0channel

And this being such a light and romantic song, I'm squealing at this gem! How his love is finally by his side tonight and he's feeling over the moon? Dear god man, you are killing me with the feels.

And it's the seventh track with 7 mil listens currently. Coincidences.

I haven't listened to the full album but now I'm going to. Previously, I liked offonoff's Overthinking, in the car and Dance. Seems like offonoff was a duo project which haven't released any new music since this album in 2017. Luckily, I see that the singer of the duo is now releasing now songs as soloist Colde, a name which sounds really familiar too. I have new music to explore now, yay!

Seems like the coincidences don't just end at Jin. I read this interview Colde did last year on 11.11 on their official (?) tumblr.

His love for dawn,

“I would say I lived the day waiting for the dawn. I would watch the world go around as I took a walk, and returning home, I’d put it into music. Most of the songs I have released until now were inspired from this time of the day.” cr. @colde0channel

Which immediately made me think of 4 O'Clock by RM and V. Seems like waiting for the dawn gave both Colde and V similar feelings, and inspired them to make music based on the atmosphere of that time of the day.

And another superficial-ish connection: Colde expressed that he would like to work with TXT, and how he resonates with how they tell a story through their music.

Colde, Sir if you would, I highly recommend looking for user thv or jungkook.97 for your next collab. For some reason, I sense something amazing there.

[brittle-bold]

my friend got us tickets to see stop making sense exactly one week after im getting my this must be the place tattoo :’)

[gatraz]

I used the McDonald's app to place a drive thru order because today was double-vax day and I feel like my soul is sloughing off. I get there, they tell me they are BEREFT of my pumpkin and cream pie.

I ask for an apple as a meager replacement and tribute to sate my rage.

They are out of apple pies.

I ask for some cookies. Please, just cookie me.

The cashier asks how many cookies.

This man looks me in my face and asks how many cookies he should give me for REPEATED lack of pie.

My good bitch, that is not my decision. You're the ones who can't manage your pie economics. YOU tell ME how many cookies your soul is worth.

I get 2.

I get home and LO AND BEHOLD YE FAITHFUL FLOCK there's a pumpkin and cream pie in the bag. Plus 2 cookies.

Sweet, free cookies from our beclownified overlord.

BUT WAIT, KNAVES!

Midnight rolls up and I get an email from Ronnie McD. Does he want his cookies back? Does he want to know who gave me the goods?

No.

They can't process my order. I'm being refunded for the food. That I ate like 4 hours ago. Free everything and secret bonus cookies.

TLRD; Monopoly Card style bank error in my favor, collect free bad fast food cause I feel like my bones want out.

[snazzyruin]

I'm on mobile, sorry, but...look at this.

[ultrameganicolaokay]

if you're ever sad, just remember the world is 4.543 billion years old and you somehow managed to exist at the same time as Korra

[rachel-sez]

Standing in a checkout line, when an older man asks me about my Goncharov t-shirt. I say "It's a movie, " when the person behind me chimes in, "Oh, yes, Scorsese."

The original gentleman goes on to tell me about the author Goncharov, his favorite of his novels, and a famous character from one of the novels. The three of us discuss whether the main character in the movie is intentionally named after the author, referencing that character, or whether it just sounded good to the film maker. We discuss how steeped the movie is in symbology.

Two of us are having a very different conversation than the third.