#but I promise

[kaz2y5-imagines]

If it weren’t so heartbreaking, you might have laughed at how many expressions crossed Sam’s face in so little a time. As you stood from where you’d just been splayed out on the ground, having been taken down by a demon with a nasty blade, you watched Sam’s face go from defeated, to surprised, to something like fear, and then a shocked numbness. 

“Y/N,” he said, choking out your name. “You were...”

“Dead?” you finished for him. He nodded, eyes wide as they took you in. 

“But I did the silver test on you months ago when we met. The holy water, the...” he paused, brow furrowing. “What are you?”

You held your hand out to him, pulling him up as you heard another group of demons running your way.

“Maybe we can talk about this later,” you said, but you felt Sam’s shocked eyes on you as you headed back to the fight together, and you felt something between you shift.

x

[skywerse]

I finished the feywild part of the animatic— here's a few frames :3

(so that leaves me with eps82-99 to cover)(and then the ending sequence that's halfway done)(I MIGHT MAKE IT UNTIL CHRISTMAS GUYS)(REJOICE)

[irishwolf-and-slytherinstar]

Setting Things Right

Dumbledore looked up in mild surprise as the door to his office slammed open revealing a very irate Minerva McGonagall on the other side. "Well good evening to you too Minerva, was there something I could help you with?” He greeted before returning his attention to the parchment in front of him.

"Oh, you will help alright Albus, because if you don't I will be leaving this school." Minerva seethed, her magic prickling through the air. "I just went and checked on Harry, he is getting pulled out of the Dursleys home tonight and you are going down to the Ministry to provide evidence that Sirius was not the Potter's secret keeper.”

Setting his quill to the side Dumbledore gave Minerva his full attention. “We’ve talked about this before. It will be useful to have Harry safe with family, and the only way to do that is to make sure Sirius cannot step in and activate his rights as his magical guardian.”

“Those lines you fed me two years ago when we handed a baby over to the muggles won’t fly any longer, Albus!” Minerva snapped before taking a breath to calm her magic. “His loving family is keeping a three-year-old starving and in a closet barely big enough for a pair of shoes, much less a living child.”

Albus had the grace to look ashamed in the face of Minerva’s anger, but he did not change his stance. “I feared something like that may happen. From what I remember of Vernon and Petunia they were very anti-magic the one time I got to meet them. Still, there are protections he gets from being around his family that he cannot get any other way.”

Pulling a sheath of papers from inside her robes, Minerva walked over and dropped the scrolls in front of Albus. “Those are requests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang for me to join their staff in the fall. If you don’t fix this tonight Albus then I will and it will be the last thing I do before I leave your company for good.”

“Now Minerva, I’m sure we can discuss this like adults.” Dumbledore pressed quietly.

“No Albus, I’m done talking. Either you make a Wizards Oath to fix this tonight or I’m leaving.”

Dumbledore studied the woman in front of him for a moment before nodding solemnly and picking up his wand. “I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, swear on my magic to go to the Minister tonight and start the proceedings to get Sirius freed from Azkaban so Harry can be returned to his rightful place in Sirius’ home.”

Minerva watched Albus’ magic flare around his hand before settling in a faint shimmering band around his wrist. Once that was done she nodded coldly at him, “I’m glad you made the right choice. Now I am going to collect Harry from those awful muggles and take him home to stay with me and Lucile until Sirius can come to collect him. And while I’m at it I will send Remus an owl inviting him for tea, he deserves to hear the full story before it gets out through other sources.”

“That is probably for the best.” Dumbledore sighed, taking off his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. “I will send an owl over once I have finished at the Ministry.”

Without another word to Albus Minerva nodded and spun on her heel to step into the fireplace, tossing a handful of floo powder in front of her as she shouted Loch Loyal Manor and disappeared.

{{part 1 of 5 | part 2}}

[goldenpixels]

me: im gonna let my legacy kids roll their own genetics

also me: plans their story, face, hair, style, background all before theyre even conceived

[plasticflowering]

ONEUS Relay Dance - Favorite Moments

[terribleincorrectdr-archive]

Akane: Listen, have i ever put you in an unsafe situation?

Hajime: All the time!

Akane: Then you should be used to it!

[lunarian-sim]

EPISODE 1 - “Anata no Kokoro no Kodō” - PART 3

Previous — Beginning  —  Next

-          Do not chase anything with your eyes closed. All dreams have a potential of becoming detrimental.

A number of such bits of advice I get could potentially fill the supply of fortune cookies for at least upcoming fifty years if not more. I sigh in acknowledgment that everything she says is correct in at least 11 cases out of 10.

-          In other words, you are telling me to give up eventually?

-         Only if it is necessary. Though, since it is you we are talking about, I am certain that one day, somewhere and somehow you shall find the language you long for.

She smiles. Not with the corners of her mouth, but she smiles with her eyes that suddenly reflect a faint glister of light, probably from the dim morning sunlight coming in through the window. My eyes trace the source of it a slightly bit irritated, but still willing to stare at the moving landscape as the train steadily approaches our final destination. Good things come to those willing to wait, or however that saying goes.

-          Hm, I wonder how much more until that happens?

-          Perhaps that language already exists as the beat of your heart.

-          The beat of my heart?

-          Yes. It is the language your heart beats in. Anata no kokoro no kodō.

The sound that my heart makes? What an unusual and idealistic thing coming out from her mouth. But.. but that means she wouldn‘t understand that language. After all, Alt’s heart doesn‘t exactly beat, does it? We wouldn‘t be able to talk in a language of a beating heart. And I still want to talk to her.

I take one of the open books in my hands and read a random word on page 459. One. Just one word of the day. “Won“ is for a reluctance on a person‘s part to let go of an illusion.

[redlance]

Not gonna lie, knowing the next chapter already has 8000 words in it makes me REALLY HAPPY and excited, even if it still takes awhile for us to read it!! We all know it'll be well worth the wait! Can we maybe get another little sneak peak of it, though? I mean, I know technically we already got one, when it was still number 51, but... Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Can't blame a girl for trying, haha. Either way, thank you! And did I mention, I'm REALLY HAPPY? :D

Hahaha, I’m so excited that you’re happy! Now hopefully I can actually finish and deliver the chapter.

Until then, since you asked so nicely....

~*~

They’d been halfway to the couch when Beca had stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the thing long and hard, before pivoting on a heel and heading for the stairs, instead. Ignoring the blush heating her face as well as the sound of Chloe’s laughter as she turned to follow. 

The couch, evidently, was now considered a danger zone in Beca’s mind. As if Chloe’s room is any different.

It shouldn’t be, really. Should be worse, in fact, but that’s where they end up anyway. Sat next to each other with their backs to Chloe’s headboard and a YouTube playlist filled with music videos that are at least ten years old, most older playing on Beca’s laptop in front of them. Beca knows the songs, doesn’t care for a lot of them, but she knows Chloe does and that’s why she’d picked this particular list. 

With plates that have been empty for well over an hour balanced on their legs and wine glasses that keep refilling in hand, they make fun of clothing choices while wondering aloud what fashion faux pas they’ll be judged on in twenty years time.

It’s nice. It’s comfortable, familiar. 

It’s kind of perfect for their last night.

~*~

[anjanana]

diy balayage hair color from a box! cus my friend turnt hairstylist abandoned me and he cant do my hair over skype and i have severe trust issues with anyone else 

[ottostrider-blog]

Considering my usual form, anything in public would be nice.

Maybe I'd go see a movie.

[dakotaforpresident]

[tosahobi-if]

do the other ro's have collages?....can we see? 👀

a different anon asked for yul so here's a peek at xst^^

[demidorks]

'' CINDERELLA AU WITH JASON AS CINDERELLA '' You simply can not tell me this and leave me with nothing, not when I need this so badly in my life now and thanks to you.

I’M SO SORRY DJFBGJDFHMBJFDMBHJFGJ 

I promise that I will write this for the Jason Grace week, because before doing anything I need to watch Cinderella again KSGJDSBGJDFHMBJDFMH

[greycaverly-blog]

“Can you...talk quieter? Just a touch. I promise I’m not deaf.”

[liebegott]

hi!

i decided to take a semi-hiatus off of tumblr for a lil while; mostly because i haven’t had any inspiration to write my fics, and i wanted to completely throw myself into my writing and creating other things that make me happy.

i’ll continue to be posting updates of the art of forgiveness, as well as any requests i may finish. all of my posts are queued as well so i don’t know if a semi-hiatus would make any difference tbh but i don’t want anyone to think i’ve been ignoring them or anything!

soooo if anyone wants to talk or anything, send me an ask for my discord/twitter where i’m ever so slightly more active.

thanks and wish me luck! 🤞🏼🤍

[maxmayfieldswalkman]

*screeches like a pterodactyl*