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The National Gallery of London, Feb 2025
#london#art gallery#museum#national gallery#artwork#painting#history#historical art#lady jane grey#famous paintings
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portobello market, london, feb 2025
#london#books#street market#traveling#aesthetic#flower shop#cafe#travel#bookstore#daunt books#notting hill
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[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]
Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)
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i love you fairy tales i love you folklore i love you myths i love you stories as old as humanity itself i love you oral traditions i love you characters carried through time on my ancestors’ tongues i love you story i’ve seen a million ways and want to see a million more i love you archetypes i love—
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The thought of your absence has destroyed me so much that the actual absence of you, is nothing but a mere relief.
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everything i wrote and am writing on ao3! :
WIPS:
i knew you once: The war continues on in the Wizarding World but James, Lily, and Harry have all escaped to the Muggle World, trying to live a life of obscurity and keep their family safe. No one knows they are alive and they are entirely alone until James walks into a cafe and sees a familiar face. Only, that face was reported to be dead a few years ago. Regulus doesn’t know his name nor remember him, but James can’t forget. What happened to Regulus and how can James get him back?
bloodstained and besotted: Harry defeated Voldemort using the Killing Curse and instead of relief, all he felt was hunger. All-consuming hunger that urged him to keep killing off death eaters just to feel the euphoria of black magic coursing through him. He was succeeding, until one day the Aurors ask Harry to help them catch the killer and he’s forced to clean up after his own mess. It would’ve been easy had Malfoy not also been the Auror assigned to his case making it his mission to find him and love him all at once.
COMPLETED WORKS:
fighting the inevitable: After a dark confrontation, Regulus is forced to confront his fear of water in the form of swimming lessons in the Black Lake with James as his instructor. Their relationship beings to unfold from there and while they're faced against a world that seems hellbent on breaking them apart, Regulus will soon learn that it’s no use fighting the inevitable, not when James potter is involved.
where are you (my lion): Where one moment James and Lily are facing Voldemort on October 31st 1981 and the next they end up in Harry's living room two years after the war ended with no memory of what happened. How did they survive? How did Harry?
A story in which James and Lily get their second chance at life with Harry but are forced to face the horrors and losses of the second war and all that they had missed in between and as they navigate their new lives together, they just might manage to change the fate of others as well.
ONE SHOTS:
skirts and trousers: James made an announcement to everyone crowding into the classroom. “I propose we do a little revolution of sorts.”
“What are you saying?” Mary asked, grinning eagerly.
“I say that we all switch clothes tomorrow. Boys in the girls uniform and vice versa. If we all do it, there’s no way they can dress code all of us,”
For a moment, everyone was quiet as they considered it until, “James Potter you bloody genius, I’m in!”
my patronus: When James signs up for Flitwicks’ course in Patronus’, he thought he might walk out with a shimmering stag and bragging rights but when he spots a doe in the corner of the room he's blindsighted- he has to discover who it belongs to he's forced to face feelings that he's been hiding for years and can only hope he doesn't ruin this opportunity he'd been waiting for
#fanfic#marauders#marauders fanfiction#archive of our own#ao3 fanfic#jegulus#harry potter#drarry#regulus black#james potter
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they should invent a january that doesn’t make you go through every emotion known to mankind every day
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in many ways being alive is about getting to have a little coffee every morning
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cloudy weather, books, and jelly cats
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But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
Circe//Madeline Miller
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everything is more vibrant in the east
August 2024, KPK
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