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"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

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YESYESYES FUCKING FINALLY SOMEONE THIS IS THE SIRIUS I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT

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obsessed with sirius being effortlessly intelligent and getting top marks without even skimming through his notes, his essays always longer than they needed to be. obsessed with sirius being effortlessly handsome and clever, a witty remark always on the tip of his tongue. obsessed with sirius being loyal through the end and loving like a dog, never expecting anything in return. obsessed with sirius being alluring yet vulnerable around those he truly loves, because only then can he let his guard down and be himself. obsessed with quiet sirius, who gives a smirk or an eye roll for an answer, yet there are some people he can’t help but ramble around, because there’s always something to talk about to with the boy with glasses and unruly hair. obsessed with the mischievous glint in sirius’ eyes when they come up with yet another brilliant idea and with his resilience. obsessed with sirius and the ambition he has in himself, the determination he has when he wants to achieve something. obsessed with sirius finding comfort and a home and being more than those he loves and those he left behind, in his past. obsessed with sirius black.

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After this, Sirius was jealous to be dethroned as the first James fan.

So he contre-attaked

But in the end, they teamed for a better result!

This chaser can't loose with such a incredible cheerleader team.

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“And if I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you marry, boy?” He gestured at the four girls. “Pick one.” Prince Lucerys could only blush. “My lord, I am not free to marry,” he replied. “I am betrothed to my cousin Rhaena.”

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Jin vs kids 💀 [Run Jin] EP.3

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sorry i’m just thinking again about kaz brekker, perpetual cynic, and his surprisingly optimistic view of fathers and sons. just. kaz knowing that the one thing that would ruin pekka rollins, the man he hates more than anything, who he couldn’t think less of, would be to threaten the safety of his son. kaz telling jesper that his father cares more about him than any farm. kaz saying “call me sentimental, but i didn’t believe a father could be so callous.” kaz’s fatal misunderstanding of van eck being that he couldn’t conceive of a world in which fathers don’t love their sons. thinking about what all this says about kaz’s own father, and everything he lost before he and jordie ever stepped foot in ketterdam.

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There’s something very unsettling about Tom Riddle.

Cedric can’t put a finger on it. Whether it’s the way he moves, all long limbs and eerie fluidity, the dissecting gaze he follows them with, or the way he speaks, with an accent that doesn’t match his manners. Maybe it’s how he drinks in Harry’s presence like a religious zealot, or how his eyes wander over Harry’s body as if he’s seen the skin and flesh underneath before.

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Yoongi and army💜

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If it isn't a spoiler somehow, can you give us a snippet what would of happened if Hardian had gone to Tom instead of Raina?

Oh, it would have been a very different story if Hadrian had gone to Riddle, darling. This is a very, very rough draft, and I wrote it in like, ten minutes, but you can have this little AU of an AU. 

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He sent the house-elves away the moment he felt Hadrian’s magic flare on the edge of the wards.

It was late. Hadrian should have been happily reunited with his darling mother hours ago. That he was not, that he was back, told Voldemort everything.

He rose and went to the door, knowing that this was something that would require his rather unique touch.

He opened the door before he heard the knock, and the sight of Hadrian standing on the other side filled him with roaring triumph and glee. Then the boy looked up with desperate eyes and a reddened cheek, and fury choked him, along with the burning need to find Lily Potter and tear her insides from her gut and string her up by them.

He had known that the woman did not deserve her son - his loyalty, his love - but to see the evidence of her carelessness firsthand made him want to snarl. She was a spiteful woman, and the only good thing she had done was provide a womb for Hadrian to be born from. 

None of those thoughts reached his voice, however, and the clever quip that he had been preparing was replaced by instinctively by, “What happened, Hadrian?”

The boy’s expression creased briefly, eyes fluttering closed, before his mask fell back into place. It was ineffective. Voldemort could still see the strain and the heartbreak creeping in through the cracks. 

“I - ” the boy wet his lips, “she called me broken.” Was all he said, but it was enough. 

Voldemort’s hand tightened around the door frame, his mind instantly filled with the red haze of revenge, before he reigned the reaction in. Instead, he reached out - not hesitant but slow enough so that the boy could see it coming - and touched the mark on his cheek.

Hadrian flinched away, and the movement was so wrong. 

No one should ever make Hadrian, this magnificent, cunning, ruthless boy, flinch. 

“I’ll kill her.” He hissed in the language of his ancestors, pressing his fingers in harder, thinking for a moment that he could erase the lingering touch of Hadrian’s mother with his own. “No one can touch you but me.” He continued, just as soft.

Finally - finally - something sparked in Hadrian’s eyes, the boy tilting his head enough to escape the brush of Voldemort’s fingers, but this time with deliberate intent instead of fear.

Good. 

“I’m not yours.” Hadrian told him, voice still unsteady, but brimming with familiar anger.

Yes. 

Sorrow and lost were not meant to mar Hadrian’s face. Anger, pleasure, satisfaction, were all much more suited to him. If he needed a push to remember that, Voldemort was all too happy to oblige. 

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so many years i had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. but he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

— madeline miller, circe (x)

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I like when people mention “The Rains of Castamere” in their hotd fanfics cause I like to think the very alive Reynes of Castamere are sat in the corner of the feast going

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- kaz brekker; the deadliest boy in ketterdam. (listen)

“there was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.” - six of crows, leigh bardugo

i. blood // water - grandson // ii. brick by brick - arctic monkey // iii. hustler  - zayde wølf // arsonist’s lullaby - hozier // iv. i’m a wanted man - royal deluxe // v. glory and gore - lorde // vi. achilles come down - gang of youths // vii. r.i.p. 2 my youth - the neighbourhood // viii. the devil you know -  x ambassadors // ix. cutthroat - imagine dragons // x. monsters  - ruelle. and more.