#hs code for silver

[mohamedaadhil22]

Navigating Customs Made Easy: A Guide for UK Retailers Importing from Thailand

Importing silver jewelry from Thailand offers incredible opportunities for UK retailers looking to boost profits and expand their product range. Thailand is home to some of the world’s most skilled silver wholesale jewelry manufacturers, known for craftsmanship, quality, and competitive pricing. However, customs clearance and shipping logistics can be complex.

In this article, we’ll explore how to simplify the process of importing silver jewelry from Thailand, what challenges to expect, and how a trusted supplier like Glorietta Jewels can support seamless deliveries and high-quality wholesale solutions.

Why UK Retailers Prefer Thai Silver Jewelry Manufacturers

Thailand has long been a hub for silver jewelry manufacturing. UK retailers prefer Thai suppliers due to:

Superior craftsmanship

Affordable wholesale prices

Diverse designs and customization options

Reliable quality standards

When you partner with a top silver wholesale jewelry manufacturer in Thailand, you gain access to a consistent supply of unique designs crafted from high-grade 925 sterling silver.

The Customs Clearance Challenge

One of the biggest pain points UK retailers face is customs clearance. Importing silver jewelry from Thailand requires compliance with:

UK customs documentation

Tariff codes and duties

VAT registration and import declarations

Restrictions on precious metals

These issues can lead to delays, additional charges, or even seizure of goods if not handled properly.

How to Simplify Imports from Thailand to the UK

1. Choose a Trusted Wholesale Silver Manufacturer

Working with experienced suppliers like Glorietta Jewels ensures your goods are packaged and documented according to UK import requirements. With deep knowledge of shipping protocols, they help avoid delays and reduce risks.

2. Understand Tariff Codes and Duties

Ensure your supplier declares the correct HS codes (e.g., 7113.11.00 for silver jewelry). This avoids misclassification, which can result in fines or higher taxes.

3. Use a Freight Forwarder or Customs Broker

Partner with a UK-based customs agent who specializes in jewelry imports. They will handle the paperwork, taxes, and customs submissions on your behalf.

4. Ensure Accurate Invoicing and Labeling

Your silver jewelry shipments must include accurate invoices, product descriptions, country of origin, and metal content. Reliable silver jewelry wholesale suppliers will support you with compliant documentation.

Why Work with Glorietta Jewels?

Glorietta Jewels is a leading silver jewelry wholesale supplier and manufacturer based in Thailand. Here’s how they help UK retailers succeed:

Bulk wholesale silver jewelry at factory prices

Custom jewelry manufacturing with your own designs

Compliance with UK and EU import regulations

Timely delivery with trusted international logistics partners

Quality assurance on all sterling silver pieces

Whether you’re sourcing rings, necklaces, earrings, or bracelets, Glorietta Jewels ensures a smooth import process from Thailand to your UK business.

Final Thoughts

Importing silver jewelry from Thailand doesn’t have to be complicated. By choosing the right silver wholesale jewelry manufacturer and working with logistics professionals, UK retailers can streamline customs clearance and enjoy the benefits of global sourcing.

Glorietta Jewels combines exceptional craftsmanship with export expertise—making it the perfect partner for UK silver jewelry businesses. 

[valuexim]

International Shipping Services: Key Considerations for Exporting Handicrafts

Exporting handicrafts from India to the world is a beautiful blend of culture and commerce. Whether the intricate Madhubani paintings from Bihar or elegant Stone Handicrafts from Rajasthan, India’s rich heritage has a global fan base. However, bringing these treasures to international customers involves more than just great craftsmanship. One of the biggest challenges startups face is navigating international shipping services.

If you’re a growing exporter like ValuExim, here’s what you need to know to make your global shipments smooth, efficient, and successful.

1. Understand Your Product – It Matters More Than You Think

Handicrafts vary widely in terms of material, size, fragility, and weight. These attributes directly affect packaging, handling, and shipping costs. A blanket camel wool item, for example, needs a completely different approach than shipping silver jewellery or imitation jewellery. Classify your product correctly with HS codes to ensure compliance and avoid delays at customs.

For traditional exports like camel wool products or delicate artworks like Madhubani paintings, you’ll need to work with shippers who understand the sensitivity and cultural value of such items.

2. Choosing the Right International Shipping Partner

Not all international shipping services are created equal. When selecting a logistics partner things to be considered includes:

Their experience with exporting handicrafts

Door-to-door delivery options

Tracking capabilities

Pricing and hidden charges

Reputation and reliability

At ValuExim, we prioritize shipping solutions that blend efficiency and cost effectiveness. The goal is simple ensure your customer receives the product in perfect condition and on time.

3. Packaging: First Line of Defense

Fragile items like Stone Handicrafts or painted canvases need extra care in packaging. Use bubble wrap, corrugated boxes, foam padding, and moisture-resistant materials. For example, a camel wool fabric item should be packed in breathable but water-resistant material to retain its texture and quality.

Label your packages clearly, with the product name, material and handling instructions. “Handle with Care” isn’t just a sticker it’s a message to everyone who comes in contact with your shipment.

4. Customs Clearance: Know the Rules

Exporting means your product will go through customs in both the origin and destination countries. Understanding documentation requirements is crucial. Common documents include:

Commercial Invoice

Packing List

Certificate of Origin

Bill of Lading or Airway Bill

Export License (if required)

Mistakes in paperwork can cause costly delays. For startups, it’s smart to work with customs brokers or international shipping services providers who offer customs assistance.

5. Cost Management and Duties

Handicraft exports can sometimes involve high duties, especially for luxury items like silver jewelry or niche goods like processed foods or dried fruits and nuts. Be upfront with your buyers about any import duties they may have to pay.

Also, don’t forget to account for shipping insurance it’s a small price to pay to protect your goods in case of damage or loss in transit.

6. Shipping Options: Air vs. Sea

Choosing between air and sea shipping depends on your product type, urgency, and budget.

Air Freight: Ideal for lightweight, high-value items like imitation jewelry or urgent samples.

Sea Freight: More economical for bulkier items like blanket camel wool or large Stone Handicrafts, though it takes longer.

ValuExim often uses a combination, depending on the order size and client preference. The key is to balance speed with cost.

7. Tracking and Customer Communication

In today’s ecommerce world, customers expect to know where their product is at all times. Ensure your shipping solutions offer tracking and notify your buyers about the shipment progress.

Clear communication builds trust and happy, returning customers.

8. Sustainable Shipping Practices

The world is moving towards sustainability, and so should your shipping process. Use eco-friendly packaging, consolidate shipments to reduce carbon emissions, and choose carriers with green policies.

Especially when shipping eco-conscious products like camel wool products, this commitment to sustainability adds value to your brand.

Making Every Shipment Count

Exporting handicrafts is not just about selling a product it’s about sharing a story, a tradition, a piece of art. At ValuExim, we believe in celebrating Indian craftsmanship by connecting it to the world through reliable international shipping services.

Whether you’re sending Madhubani paintings, camel wool fabric, or Stone Handicrafts, remember that your product’s journey is just as important as its creation. With the right shipping solutions, you can ensure that each handcrafted piece reaches its new home safely and gracefully.

Need help shipping your handmade treasures across the globe?At ValuExim, we’ve got you covered with expert export services and tailored logistics support for Indian handicrafts. Reach out to us today and let’s take your art worldwide!

[mcrizzystardust]

mangle is just so mr potato head coded and i lpve that for them 🤭

THAT HEADCANON IS SO FUCKING CUTE. thats so real of u

im trying to convince my audhd brain to watch matpat but have not yet succeeded 😭 wish me luck 🫡

that reminds me of this story!!!

back before i dropped out of highschool, the hs i went to had this kid who was notorious for wearing the same pokemon merch every single day. everyone called him pokemon kid, he was an icon. no one really knew much about him, he didnt really have many close friends, so he was a mystery to everyone. all my memories from around this time are fuzzy around the edges for reasons we wont get into 😭 , and for some reason one day i was spending lunch hour in the library with him. he had a usb stick with games on it, and somehow hacked the school computers to be able to play undertale- which 😭 icon behaviour, it was so real of him (i never got into undertale- but it was still iconic). we ended up being friends after that :) i still think about him sometimes, hope hes doing alright

THATS SO MEAN WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO US :(( thumbs supremacy 🥺

bro i love making clothes!!! it doesnt always have to be sewing, ill send you some tips and tricks :)

eda is actually such a milf (and im not even attracted to women) already, but HARPY EDA? bowing down. worshipping. clawing at the bars of my enclosure.

i havent had my natural hair colour in years 😭 quarantine early 2020 was when i finally convinced my mom to let me fully dye my hair, and ive just kept going since then :P ive had so many colours - in order i think theres been: red, orange, red, a buzzcut around this time so actually it was natural for a bit :P, blue, red (for months and months this time around), then i bleached it for the first time! wont get into details, but it didnt go well. at all. and i was in the hospital (not for the bleached hair 😭) so it was a disaster trying to wash it out and take care of it, so it ended up being like, orange? like ginger 😭. then after i got out of the hospital i dyed it blue, then it was purple, and then after that purple faded out there was a few months of it just being shit- like it wasnt my natural colour, all the previous colours and the purple kinda just shat out and my hair looked gross around that time :P around that time is also when i tried to dye my hair one side pink and the other side blue, but i didnt bleach or anything beforehand so it didnt show up like at all. then i got another buzz cut so it was natural for a month or so, then i bleached it (PROPERLY this time 😭) and was blonde, then i tried to dye it green- istfg the box said GREEN. but it came out like, blue, turquoise? 😭 so. that was around for awhile before i bleached my hair and went blonde again, then it was a hot pink, which i let fade until it was a softer tone, then i dyed it red (this was around halloween 2022, when i was going to go as red-haired gerard way to the halloween party!), and let that fade out as well. then i accidentally cut my hair really really short after a break up 😭 and it looked like shit for a few weeks. i tried to put purple on top, but i didnt bleach beforehand so it didnt really show up and all shat together. but then i bleached my hair, shittily (but on purpose this time), so my hair was short and my roots were blonde but the tips were like pink? ish? and it looked really cool :) it gave me a lot of dysphoria tho, so i dyed it black a few weeks later. i ended up moving out of the place i was staying and moving in with my kokom about a month after that, so i was really busy and like just 😭 not okay for a few months, especially because of some events that had transpired, so my black just faded out and for a long while, like a few months, it was just this weird purple? blue? kinda black, not really? green?? it was weird 😭 then around easter, thats when i bleached my hair again then immediately went silver! i tried to dye it black again, but kokom wouldnt let me because she said black is too boring of a colour LMFKDBSJ. then i did green around late may, then i did red around late june, but i didnt bleach it i just put it on top of the green so it turned out this really hot dark red 🤭 i loved it, i kept it around for a long time. around late september, i finally rebleached my hair and put the rest of the red that i had in my hair, but it was so much lighter that time around. it faded, but i redyed it red around halloween using the little i had left because i was going as lock from nightmare before xmas :) then i forget when, but i dyed it purple/blue awhile ago and thats what ive had since then :P god, that was a mental exercise trying to remember everything 😭

unfortunately, my biomother went thru hair school, so she was always the one to cut my hair and do shit :( i remember the first time i ever went to a proper hair stylist was around earlyish 2019, when my biomom was getting married and didnt wanna have to cut my hair herself. i always dye my hair myself, but every once in a blue moon ill go to a hair salon to get it cut. i prefer doing it myself, even though im very bad at it. gives it character :)

hi key!! i see we have several mutual special interests so i Must Know your favorites!

1. who is your favorite fnaf animatronic (mine’s glamrock chica and the puppet!)

2. do you have a favorite calico critters family (gosh those are so nostalgic for me)

and most importantly

3. who is the best owl house character and why is it hunter

hi bee!!! (omg i just now realized our names rhyme)

okay so, bear with me here. i never got into fnaf as a kid, but after the fnaf movie came out apparently everyone i knew was like "omgggg!!!!" and made me feel like i missed out on a cultural phenomenon. so i bought the first game (and i suck at it 😭), and ive been watching markiplier play through it so i know what to expect and to calm my paranoia etc :). im up to sister location, and shit is getting WILD. i know like, the basics of the lore and what happens but GAWDDAMN. anyways! in what ive seen so far, id have to say either foxy, mangle, or circus baby. yes, yes, shes evil, but a girlboss gotta girlboss /j 😭 (no but fr, i just love her backstory and like her character development and kabfjabdj!!)

i dont actually really know many of the families, but the marshmellow mice and the reindeer twins are so cute!!!!! i have two sets of families, i have the maple cats and the persian cats. my fave calico critters of all time are on instagram, @/emocritters!!! its this person who diys critters to look like various members of my chemical romance from their various eras :)))) theyre SO goddamn cute. @fairylittlebitch said he'd get me one once he has enough money and i am forever worshipping his existence, kissing the ground he stands upon, giving him a big fat (platonic and consensual) smooch.

OMG I LOVE HUNTER. hes so KFNKDBDJFH!!2&(!:$)3&3)4.

okay but also hear me out...... the collector. theyre so.

i just. i need to give him a hug. i need to be his friend. i want to comfort them. im !!/$;$&3@2@/'

[the196thbattalion]

star wars human! high school! au

i’ve seen so many headcanons circling throughout the star wars tumblr about high school au’s, so i wanted to share my bit with all of you :D

anakin skywalker

five words: REBEL CHILD ON A MOTORCYCLE.

he doesn’t like riding the school bus because it makes him feel extremely claustrophobic, so he scrapped and scavenged up parts to make his own customized motorcycle, which he lovingly dubbed artoo.

the blue and silver detailing was the joint effort of ahsoka and obi-wan, because anakin doesn’t know how to paint.

if he can catch up to the bus, he’ll ride alongside it and flip off the students on it before revving on ahead of them. (the freshmen think it’s the funniest thing in the universe)

probably one of the most well-known juniors in the entirety of temple high school (mostly because of his shenanigans but partly because he’s dating padme fuckiNG AMIDALA, PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE DAMN SCHOOL)

he always wears this worn-down leather jacket his mom gave to him before she passed away, and refuses to take it off, even though it’s somehow “a violation of the dress code and should be outlawed.”

his hair alone has seduced eight different students (boys and girls)

sometimes during study hall, ahsoka or padme will get a hold of his hair and style it into little braids or make a super rad ponytail.

he really likes iced coffee with milk and sugar. he puts in the milk to make it nice and light (it’s aesthetically pleasing, obi-wan!), and then like eight tablespoons of sugar to make it actually taste good.

his favorite class is mechanics, taught by kit fisto.

anakin spent months on a mechanical arm project to replace his clunky plastic prosthetic, and he was so freaking happy when it was finished; he almost cried. (he did cry and ahsoka got it on video)

obi-wan kenobi

a mixture of the soft™, pretty™, hippie™, grunge™, vsco™ and nerd™ tropes.

he really likes peppermint tea with lots of honey but takes his coffee black.

he has had too much tea.

someone needs to stop him.

almost all of his classes are ap courses, and if cody hadn’t been watching when obi-wan was making his schedule, all of them would be.

him, cody and padme have ap english with mace windu, and cody knows how much his classes stress him out, so he lets obi-wan sleep during class and sends him the notes

the only ap class obi-wan doesn’t take is mechanics, and he shares that class with anakin.

anakin and obi-wan are super close with each other. kenobi was there when ahsoka was adopted, and anakin was there when kenobi got his cat. (they were like 5 okay)

“NAME IT C3PO OBI-WAN, OR I SWEAR TO FUCK-” “what kind of name is that, and why would i - anAKIN PUT HIM DOWN!?”.

mr. fisto constantly has to split them up for disrupting the class, but it’s almost like they can communicate telepathically, and the teachers have a running bet

mace windu literally bet $50 on these fucking nerds so you know it’s for realsies

in reality, they’ve just gotten super creative with passing notes.

kind of off topic, but he has these brown harry potter glasses that he uses (kinda for reading???? but mostly so he can do that anime pushing up glasses thing)

cody thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

whenever cody is feeling stressed, obi-wan just does the thing™ and BOOM! happiness.

people think he’s a goodie two shoes, and honestly, it’s really easy to think that. if the iconics are trying to do something stupid, he’s usually the voice of reason.

but parties?

…

you know what, just ask anakin for the video footage.

ahsoka tano

this hs!au ahsoka tano turned me bisexual confirmed ✔

okay before i go into her style, which is mainly what made me drool over my computer, can i just put skatergirl!ahsoka out there?

spray painting of the rebellion symbol all over the bottom of her board and on items in a couple of the places where she skates the most (like the back of an abandoned car yard)

her instagram is filled with these super cool vhs-tape recorded skate videos (u know)

lots crackhead 3am visits (starring anakin, rex, kenobi and barris) to a gas station to get slushies and grind the shit out of the curb connecting the store to the parking lot

trying to teach anakin how to skateboard but he just can’t figure it out? uh yes

“try to balance skyguy!” “HOW DO I MOVE? DO I SCOOT? SNIPS THIS ISN’T FUNNY AND I WANT TO GET OFF – GUYS, STOP LAUGHING!”

okay okay okay i’m done

for now

anyway, her style???? is so???? fucking????? cool!!!!!

her genetics gave her a 80% of having vitiligo, so it really wasn’t a surprise when patches of her skin got lighter, but it still freaked her out a little bit.

basically, went like this: “DAD, I’M TURNING WHITE!” “???? oh my gosh ‘soka, no.”

she has long braided dreadlocks she dyed a super bright orange with various colored beads woven into them with the help of anakin and padme. she usually styles them into little space buns atop her head.

her entire clothing wardrobe consists of fishnets, neon bomber jackets, at least 11 bisexual beanies™, handmade patchy jeans, white tank tops, and light-up platform shoes.

she doesn’t give two flying fucks about the dress code, and – IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST BUSY HALLWAY - punched principal sidious over whether or not she “could wear shorts that short” (anakin may or may not have cheered when she broke his nose).

the fetts (chuck have mercy)

*cracks le knuckles* i’ve put it off long enough

we have: fox (24), wolffe (19), cody (17), rex (17), echo (16), fives (16), boil (15), waxer (14), hardcase (13), jesse (12), longshot (8), kix (6), tup (3), gree (2) and boba (9mo)

wolffe is off at college - fox already graduated and moved out, that cheeky little fucking shit - but both still keep in good contact with the fam, and it’s a constant clamor between eleven of the siblings of who gets to talk to them first

fox majored in government/politics, bly is majoring in space/astronomy, and wolffe is majoring in police/law enforcement shit (i don’t know how college works, so sue me)

cody and rex are juniors, and despite their similar looks, the amount of schoolwork each of them completes drastically varies

cody is the honor roll student, valedictorian, whatever you want to call it

rex kinda just either does the work really well or 9/10 times gets distracted by anakin or ahsoka sending him some nice spicy memes

cody tried to tutor rex but it ended up almost landing tup in the hospital

“that’s really simple, actually. if you – vod? rex, are you okay? what are you oH NO TUP DON’T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH-”

fetts on the varsity football team is like a right of passage in the family

right now, only the juniors of the fett family are on the team, but the coach has eyes on fives and echo for next years team

SPEAKING OF

echo, fives and boil are the infamous sophomore trio that pulled the milk bucket prank on the gym teacher, pong krell.

they had to help the janitor (99) clean up afterwards, but they genuinely enjoyed 99’s company, because he’s rad as shit and knows all the secret school passageways.

to be honest, not one person (except maybe sidious) was complaining

that motherfucker makes everyone run like eight laps during gym class

even mr. windu gives them a small smile in the hallways after that

boil says he was blackmailed into it

waxer is a freshman (the poor dude, i’m so sorry), and he always looks out for the nervous freshies

if someone is having a bad day, he’ll give them a lollipop (he carries around a whole bag), a place to sit during lunch, and a shoulder to cry on

all you need to do to find waxer is to locate this long ass line of children

the school counselor, plo koon, sometimes brings his niece numa into school during the day because he can’t find a babysitter, and waxer. fucking. loves. her. PERIOD.

w+n pull these tiny little pranks on teachers, and the staff pretends not to notice, but numa always giggles and gives them away.

boil has a soft spot for numa too, and sneaks her rice krispies.

bonus shit i want to add in but can’t figure out where to put it (or i’m just gonna add it on and shit)

plo koon adopted anakin after his mother died (him and anakin’s mother were good friends), and found ahsoka on the side of the street, shivering like a maniac.

he doesn’t know where ahsoka came from, but he loves her so gOD DAMN MUCH.

he’s the school counselor, and still keeps in touch with a lot of students even after the graduated (he thinks that majoring in law enforcement/police is a bit dangerous for wolffe but he still supports his unofficial but basically son 100%)

yoda is the super old but radically rad english teacher.

his entire point of existence in my mind fic is to troll the shit out of palpatine.

a recent conversation starring yoda and palps: “did you give the students the mountain of extra work i assigned them?” “for the students, that was?” i’m sorry. my bad, that is.” “this is the seventh time, yoda.”

okay but for real

mace windu violently roots for the school football team.

“BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, CODY! YOU TOO...OTHER CODY!”

“THAT’S A HOLDING! THAT’S A HOLDING!”

“REF IF YOU DON’T COUNT THAT TOUCHDOWN THEN I SWEAR TO SAMUEL L. JACKSON I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND BEAT YOUR SORRY PINSTRIPED ASS!”

[charincharge]

I Don’t Want To Wait, three

rowaelin high school bff au  masterlist

Based on the prompts : 

Subtle glances at each other but they don’t notice Everyone else knows how they feel Where one of them subconsciously copies the others movements.... For Rowaelin HS au (of course)

Person A sneaking things into the cart when Person B isn’t looking. I thought of Aelin sneaking some chocolate sweets 😂

“Ace, control yourself.”

Rowan removed the family-sized bag of assorted chocolates from their grocery cart and replaced it with a smaller one. Aelin pouted and widened her eyes, hoping that her puppy dog eyes would distract her best friend, but he remained resolute. He walked a little further down the aisle and placed a bag of trail mix into the cart. Aelin picked it up and frowned.

“Ro, there’s not even chocolate in this!” she whined, and Rowan rolled his eyes. “Who eats trail mix without chocolate? That’s a crime against humanity.”

“Some of us have lacrosse nationals to prep for and might want nutritious snacks.”

“You can have all the carrots and humus you want,” Aelin laughed, grabbing two bags of potato chips and a can of queso.

“You’re never going to make it through this all-nighter if you eat that crap,” Rowan chastised, but Aelin merely flicked him off in return.

“Please. My body runs on grease and sugar and caffeine,” she bragged. “I’ll be fine.”

Rowan’s eyes slowly perused her body, and Aelin resisted tugging at the hem of her cropped hoodie, studiously ignoring Rowan’s pointed gaze.

“It is kind of insane how true that is,” Rowan said, eyes still affixed to the few inches of exposed skin between her jeans and top. “You’re a medical marvel. Doctors should study you.”

“I exercise,” Aelin huffed in response, and Rowan barked out a loud laugh. As a varsity athlete, Rowan’s exercise regiment bordered on extreme – a five mile run every morning, lacrosse practice every afternoon, followed by weight lifting.

“Says the girl who uses cramps to get out of gym every other week, and then the week you actually have your period.”

Aelin snorted loudly. “It’s not my fault that Coach Hammel doesn’t know anything about the female reproductive system.” Aelin frowned. “And by the way, it’s weird that you track my period.”

She watched as Rowan’s ears turned pink, but he rolled his eyes regardless. “It’s for my own protection. I need to know when to steer clear, otherwise you might mistake me for a piece of chocolate and bite my head off,” he said, poking her in the ribs.

Aelin could feel herself heating up, imagining how delicious Rowan might taste with some chocolate on him.

Since Aelin’s birthday, it was as if her hormones were constantly going haywire. Some sort of teenage hormonal glitch, for sure. Her lust for Rowan had blossomed, and she was no longer in control of her thoughts or her body’s flustered reactions to his presence.

Since their weird, too-close slow dance just a few weeks ago, Aelin had kept track of every time Rowan had touched her. Her body was just… hyper aware of him.

It wasn’t as if Rowan hadn’t touched her before – no, the pair of best friends had always been comfortable with each other in their casual physical intimacy. But suddenly, it was driving Aelin insane. To the point of distraction. She’d written down every pinch and tickle and arm slung over her shoulder with a time code into her diary, just to organize how frequently he touched her.

It wasn’t even that the touching was inappropriate. No, it was completely innocent, but she couldn’t stop herself from wondering if it meant something. Like, maybe Rowan wanted to kiss her too?

She mentally clocked another one to add to her diary – Tuesday at 5:12pm: Rowan poked her side in the grocery aisle.

To combat her rising flush, she diverted her attention to their full cart, overflowing with every kind of junk food from frozen pizza to cookies to tubs of icing to energy drinks and every snack food in between. Rowan’s healthy food section was a paltry sampling of baby carrots, hummus and now his gross, chocolate-free trail mix. They had exactly what they needed for a late night of cramming for their world history exam.

As they made their way to the front to pay, Aelin took a quick moment to replace the bag of chocolates with the family sized one. Rowan didn’t notice until she placed it on the conveyer belt to pay, which he noted with a loud sigh.

“You’re a menace to society,” Rowan he said, squeezing her side.

As Aelin paid, Rowan brushed by her again, his fingertips ever so slightly caressing the bare skin of her back, flustering Aelin completely. Her cheeks heated as she fumbled with the credit card in her hand. Gods, she could not get her lust under control today. How many times had she blushed in this shopping trip alone? But also…

Was that necessary?! She wanted to scream at him as he took his place at the end of the belt to help bag groceries. She looked up at the cashier, who was looking at her with a knowing smile on her face.

“Huh?” Aelin asked, not having quite heard the cashier.

“$83.78,” the cashier repeated, glancing quickly at Rowan and then back at Aelin.

“Right,” Aelin mumbled, ignoring the cashier’s pointed look and swiping her dad’s card quickly.

Rowan hoisted the bags onto his broad shoulders and led the way back to his car, completely oblivious to Aelin’s most recent spike of arousal. Luckily, Rowan was unable to touch her over the large center console of his jeep, and Aelin propped her feet up on the dash, giving herself some space to cool down.

But as he put on his driving playlist, her eyes unwittingly slid to him. She couldn’t help herself.  Somewhere over the last six months, he’d grown about four inches and had started filling out his lanky body with actual muscles. She glanced at her best friend’s face, noticing his long blonde lashes and sloped nose and his silver-blonde hair, in desperate need of a haircut, falling ever so slightly into his dark green eyes.

“Why are you staring at me?” Rowan asked, never taking his eyes off the road. He was nothing if not an overly cautious driver.

Aelin leaned forward and poked her thumb against his cheek. She briefly wondered if Rowan was cataloguing every time she touched him, too. She doubted it. Instead of saying anything incriminating, she went with something ridiculous.

“Do you think you’ll ever need to shave, or are you too blonde to grow facial hair?” she asked, causing Rowan to scowl. He leaned his head down and lifted his shoulder, trapping Aelin’s fingers. She laughed loudly, wriggling her fingers, but she didn’t try hard to remove them. Why would she?

“Why, you think I’d look good with a beard?” Rowan asked, and Aelin crinkled her eyes trying to imagine him, even more grown with a full face of stubble. She just couldn’t.

She must have been making quite the disgruntled expression, because Rowan looked immediately offended as he released her hand from its hold and snapped at her free fingers with his bared teeth. Aelin squealed and pulled her hand back into her lap. “Rude,” he said, pulling into Aelin’s driveway.

“Your dad just left,” Elide announced, barely waiting until the jeep was in park to pull the door open. “He said not to burn the house down.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. That was her dad’s sign off every time he left to go to work. Aelin had started one tiny fire while attempting to cook dinner alone one time, and her father had shown up with the entire Orynth Fire Department in full gear, ready to rescue his daughter from certain death. He’d never let her live it down. She was OFD legend.

“What’d you get?” Lysandra asked, rifling through one of the grocery bags. “Oh! Stuffed crust,” she said with a grin. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

Lysandra batted her long lashes at Aelin, slipping her arm around her friend’s waist as Aelin led them all into the house. Another arm tugged at Lysandra, pulling her away, and Aelin laughed at Lysandra’s annoyed squeal with her boyfriend.

“Wes, go help Elide set up our work stations,” Lysandra ordered, and Wesley immediately pouted, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend’s waist even tighter, nibbling at her neck.

“But I’m so hungry,” he complained.

Lysandra pushed his face off her as she narrowed her eyes with warning.

“You get that snack after you help me ace this exam,” Lysandra smirked, and Wesley nuzzled his chin against her shoulder, pulling her closer.

“This is a PDA free night,” Rowan groaned, unloading his healthy snacks. “You promised.” He wagged his finger at the amorous couple, who, since losing their virginities to each other over spring break had been completely inseparable. At the mouth and the groin.

Wesley kissed Lysandra one last time before taking a large step back.

“Just because you’re not getting any,” he grumbled, “Don’t be a killjoy.”

Rowan’s mouth dropped as he continued to plate his carrots. “I could get some… if I wanted…” he mumbled under his breath, causing both Aelin and Lysandra to burst into laughter.

“Sure you could, Buzzard,” Aelin said with an overzealous wink. She grabbed her bags of chips and queso and left a flustered Rowan in the kitchen.

Aelin plopped down onto the couch and groaned at the extensive schedule Elide had written up for them.

“I’ve broken up our schedule into twelve, forty-minute long increments,” Elide explained, tying her dark hair up into a bun. “If we stick to the schedule, we should be fully crammed in… eight hours.”

Aelin pouted as she opened her chips. She knew she was in for a long night, putting Elide in charge of the study schedule. But… eight hours? That meant they’d be studying until two in the morning.

Elide clapped loudly as she started handing out flashcards. “Let’s go, team.”

Six hours later, Aelin was ready to collapse. It was approaching midnight, and they’d made it through nine of the twelve study sections. Only three more to go until freedom. She knew she was supposed to have thoughts of Elirea history swirling through her head, but since Rowan took his place on the floor next to her, she was having a hard time concentrating.

“You know what we need?” Wesley said, twirling one of Lysandra’s chestnut curls around his fingers. Aelin shrugged. “A bowl,” he said. “I always study better when I’m buzzed.”

“You think my dad wouldn’t be able to smell weed as soon as he walked into the house? The man is like a bloodhound for smoke,” Aelin replied, trying to ignore the way Rowan leaned back into her in agreement.

“Gods, I can’t wait to smoke a giant bowl after lacrosse season is over,” Rowan said, resting his chin on top of Aelin’s head.

“Pack it for two, Buzzard,” Aelin said with a laugh, and she could feel Rowan nod against her scalp.

“What about ice cream instead?” Elide suggested. “I think we could all use a sugar bump.”

Lysandra jumped to her feet, moaning loudly as she stretched her arms above her head, her back popping with each subtle movement. Aelin watched as Wesley practically salivated, getting a glimpse of her lacy bra strap. He grabbed at Lysandra’s thigh, and Aelin laughed as she kicked him off gently with a wink.

“Soon, babe.”

Aelin’s filter must have disappeared with her exhaustion because upon looking at her two friends she shouted out, “You two cannot fuck in my house.”

“Please, I’m classier than that.”

“Are you?” Aelin asked, causing Rowan to snort into her hair.

Lysandra blushed but ignored Aelin as she swayed her hips all the way into the kitchen. She reappeared with three pints of ice cream and five spoons.

Aelin immediately grabbed her favorite flavor, Half Baked, and stuck her spoon into it. Her lips wrapped around the cold metal and she couldn’t help but moan loudly at the fudge brownie bite.

She nearly protested as someone else stuck their spoon into her pint, but she stopped herself when she saw it was Rowan.

“Sugar? Really?” she asked. “You must be really tired.”

She watched as Rowan smirked in response, taking a large bite for himself. Aelin’s throat dried as she watched his lips wrap around his spoon, his tongue peeking out and licking the remainder of the ice cream. How was it possible that he made ice cream look pornographic?

“Yum,” he said softly, and took another bite for himself.

There was something weirdly intimate about sharing a pint of ice cream. One pint, two spoons. Aelin completely missed the tenth section of Elide’s schedule because she was too focused on the way Rowan was eating next to her, occasionally knocking his spoon into hers.

When they got to the second to last section, Aelin realized she’d forgotten her notes upstairs. Grateful to have an excuse for some space to cool down, she made her way up to her bedroom to search for her notebook. Even though it was exactly where she’d left it – on her desk, Aelin couldn’t resist the fluffy allure of her bed. She looked at the clock, almost one am. She was so, so tired.

Knowing her friends would absolutely send someone to find her if she didn’t come back downstairs in a few minutes, Aelin risked getting into bed, huddling under the covers for a very quick power nap. Sleep found her quickly, and before she knew it, she was being woken up by soft whispers and laughter.

“Should we wake them?” she could hear Elide ask, and Lysandra’s chuckled reply came quickly after.

“No, don’t wake them.” A long pause. “They’re so cute.”

“And stupid,” Wesley drawled.

Aelin went to roll out of bed, but she found herself pinned down by something heavy. She cracked her eye open and was shocked to realize that Rowan was on top of her comforter, arm flung around her shoulders, deep asleep next to her. His light snores made Aelin smile.

Aelin moved her head over her shoulder, only to see her three friends standing in her doorway, staring at the sleeping friends, wide grins plastered to their faces.

“We sent him to bring you back an hour ago,” Lysandra explained.

Aelin glanced at the clock. Officially 2am. They must have finished Elide’s study schedule. Shit. Well, hopefully Aelin could remember enough of the other topics to do well on this exam. Despite her movement, Rowan didn’t stir once.

“Just leave a note for my dad downstairs that Rowan is here?” Aelin asked, not feeling particularly inclined to move out of his grasp at all.

“Done.” Elide nodded. “Already texted Aunt Maeve, too.”

“Love you,” Aelin mumbled out to her friends, already letting sleep overtake her vision again.

“Love you, too,” Rowan mumbled in his sleep, sticking his nose into Aelin’s hair.

Aelin ignored her friends’ snickering and closed her eyes and burrowed into Rowan’s soft shirt. Inhaling deeply, she was asleep before she even heard the front door close.

~*~*~*~

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[soysaucevictim]

I suddenly felt like pulling one of my first few drawings I ever made digitally with a tablet. I think I was still using Photoshop Elements (or an even more obsolete/obscure art program, Micrografx Picture Publisher).

Yes. I was way more active on dA at the time. Just out of HS, too. Yeah, Mr. Smith was definitely in the same vein of “LOL! SO RANDOM!1!! XD“ kind of stuff... but I’m endeared by it. He was supposed to be... a HS English teacher? How’d he get past the dress code like that? Beats me. Pffft.

(Yes. Tim Burton [or Henry Selick], Jhonen Vasquez, and Butch Hartman [or *cough-* Stephen Silver *-cough*] were big influences for me, growing up.)

First year of college was when I took a course in Photoshop... and basically made all my HW for that class fan art... shhh. But it WAS a great foundation for me, otherwise I think I would’ve had a tougher time to learn to get my bearings by myself.

Been drawing in that program since, basically... so this is like over a decade of progress. (Big year gap, but whatever, man.)

[thiswasinevitableid]

Taste of Home (Indruck)

Prompt for the 13th was: strange harvest

Most days, Duck isn’t too worried about the dirt on his hands or the bits of leaves that stick to his clothes. Most days, he’s not about to meet with a reclusive, wealthy donor to the Kepler Botanical Gardens who has specifically requested Duck be present. 

When he enters the meeting room, Thacker is waiting for him along with a tall, pale-haired man sporting red glasses.

“Ah, here’s Duck now.” Thacker smiles. 

“Sorry, uh, thought we weren’t meeting until-”

“-One. You’re correct, I have a habit of getting a bit, ah, ahead of things t times.” The man offers a wide smile that’s polite but also gives Duck the heebie-jeebies.

“Duck, this here is Mr. Cold. He’s one of the garden’s longest standin supporters. He’s got a project for us, and asked that you be the one in charge of it.”

“I was quite impressed with your work on the native plant section, and I’m told you headed the transplant and maintenance of the tree specimens in the New Zealand section, which is no mean feat.”

“Thanks, I’m real proud of both. What do you have in mind? Is it an exhibit?”

“A private collection. Come, let me show you.” Mr. Cold unrolls a set of plans as Duck shoots a glance at Thacker.

“Didn’t know we did that sort thing.”

“We do for Mr.Cold. Whelp, I gotta go lead a tour. Mr. Cold, I leave you in Duck’s capable hands.”

He joins the taller man in front of the plans; they’re for a garden within a greenhouse, the structure as angular and distinct as the man requesting it. He knows the greenhouse hs Cold’s name above it, is usually used as a teaching space

“I imagine you think me rather selfish for requesting to use your space in such a way.” Mr. Cold doesn’t look up from where he’s making final notes on the paper, as if the answer is a foregone conclusion. 

“Think it’s kinda strange, but I ain’t about to rule on it bein selfish until you tell me what I’m actually doin.”

“I have several species of trees, flowers, and shrubs that I need grown. They are, ah, rather difficult to cultivate anywhere other than their native home, and I am not a skilled gardener at the best of times. Hence my seeking out someone who, I presume, has not killed multiple succulents in the last two months.” The man looks a little ashamed, then clears his throat, “the plants I am asking you to grow are the only specimens of their kind on earth.”

“How’d you get them, then?” Duck tries to keep the suspicion out of his voice, but this feels more and more like some rich guy made an impulse purchase of something that should be in a seed bank or species ark somewhere.

“I brought small specimens over from my home, which is where they grow. But I couldn’t keep them alive, and they were already rare. Last I heard they were all wiped out by an, ah, an illness. I stored seeds from my specimens in hopes of one day regrowing them.”

Duck looks at the diagram closely; the plant’s are actually sketched in, not just noted by name and the number of eraser marks suggest Mr. Cold spent a long time planning out exactly where each one went.

“You’re askin us to do all this because you’re homesick?”

“Yes. I have been away from home for a long, long time. The Kepler gardens have been a refuge for me. Lately I’ve been drawn to the woodland and prairie type sections.”

“I helped with a lot of those.”

Mr. Cold turns to him with a smile, “I know. That is another reason I requested you. But, before we go any further, I must make something clear; these specimens they mean...they are so, so precious to me. And secrecy is a must, for reasons I can only half explain. They would be solely under your care and protection. If that is not a responsibility you wish to take, I understand entirely.”

Behind the red glasses, Duck can just see a glint of hope. 

“Think I’m up to the challenge.”

“Wonderful” Mr. Cold claps his hands together, “in that case, there is not a moment to lose. Here, this is everything you need.” He produces a briefcase, inside which sits ten packets of seeds and three pits, bout the size of an avocado pit.”

“All the information I have on ideal growing conditions is in the attached notebook, and the seeds are labeled. If you have any questions, ny at all, my phone number is in there s well.”

 He pauses, smiles, and murmurs to himself, “it's been awhile since I gave anyone my phone number.”

Duck opts to ignore the stealthy glance at his arms and carefully takes the case, “Thanks, this’ll all be real helpful. 

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He doesn’t see his new patron (as Juno calls Mr. Cold) for a week. When he does, he’s on his belly, checking for any sign of sprouts in the greenhouse. 

“How goes the growing?” Mr. Cold asks from the direction of Duck’s feet. 

The gardener rolls over and sits up, “Not much to report, just trying to keep an eye on ‘em so I don’t miss anythin important.”

Mr. Cold offers his hand, helping Duck up, “I appreciate the care you’re taking, Duck. I hope it isn’t cutting into your other work too badly.”

“Had to move somethings around, but that's just the nature of this kind of work.”

Mr. Cold chuckles, “Pun intended?”

“Uh, I guess.”

“Oh. Your, h, your lunch time is coming up right? I was wondering if you would let me take you to lunch as an, ah, extra thank you?” He’s spinning a small ring on his finger, the shyness almost charming, and Duck felt neutral at best about the sandwich he brought today.

“Sure, thanks.”

Mr. Cold grins, “Oh good. Where would you like to go? I hear the crystal palace has a lovely lunch.”

“The fancy Japanese place? Pretty sure they got a dress code.”

“Brush off the dirt and you look completely respectable.”

Duck raises an eyebrow, “I was talkin about you.”

They both stare down at the classy but still very clear pajama pants Mr. Cold is wearing. 

“Fair point. How do you feel about Indian food?”

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Duck’s stepped into some sort of painting. And here he thought he was just wandering into the birch grove. 

Indrid (“”I really prefer that name”) is laying on his back on a bench. Sun streams between the branches, falling across his face, making it all angle and shadow in ways Duck wants to sit and study. His silver hair is ruffling in the breeze, and his glasses are pushed up his forehead. Eyes shut and hands folded on his stomach, he reminds Duck of the paintings in fairytales of someone waiting for true loves kiss. 

He’s worried he might be the one to give it.

They’re having lunch once a week at least now, the awkwardness of the first time melting away as Duck got going on a tangent about dandelions only to find Indrid, elbows on the table and chin in his hands, listening to him so intently he blushed on reflex. Then he was giggling as Indrid pulled a custom-made curly straw out of a small tin in order to drink his Mango lassi. And then Indrid had laughed at his laugh and it all fell into place, the conversation so easy it’s as if they’d know each other for years. 

Then there were the frequent visits by Indrid to the greenhouse to check on the progress. Which, if Duck does say so himself, if pretty fucking good. The plants are thriving, reaching for the light, and the trees are already flowering in deep blue stars, the speed with which they reached adulthood fascinating to him. Sometimes Indrid just comes to see the gardens, but always seeks Duck out to say hello and smile that increasingly charming smile at him. 

But the biggest change has come with Indrid asking if Duck would be interested in designing a small garden for him 

“Something very simple and manageable. Hardy too.”

“Any plant preferences?”

“No, I trust your judgement entirely, though you may have to help me with their maintenance the first few weeks, if that is alright.”

Duck would have done it even if Indrid wasn't paying him. He liked sitting in the living room, surrounded by strange art and  crumpled papers, showing Indrid how to tend houseplants. And when they sit on the back porch, each dirt-smudged and grass stained, Indrid sipping soda while Duck nursed a single beer, the other man kept beaming at the new, small patch of garden, Duck’s heart wanted to burst from his chest and flutter around. 

Last night, he stayed late for dinner, and as he was checking over the houseplants…

“I’m fond of this one. It’s sturdy and makes me smile, much like you.” Indrid murmurs as he steps beside him. 

Duck slides a smile his way “Dunno, partial to this snake plant we chose; unique and kinda tall, just like you.”

It’s the worlds weakest flirtation, but as Indrid steps away his fingers tease Duck’s lower back, “I wonder if they can cross-pollinate.”

All of this is why Duck decides to leave Indrid be. Because playing prince charming to one of the gardens donors could backfire and shatter his whole career if he reads things wrong. 

The path takes him past Indrid, and he steps lightly. But just as he passes Indrid's head, cool fingers find his own. 

“How is my favorite flora expert today?” Indrid purrs, eyes still shut.

“Good. Uh. Yeah, good. How’d you know-”

“It was you? I have my ways.” Indrid grins, squeezing his hand once before letting go, “are we still on for lunch tomorrow? I can bring you that soup you like.”

“That’d be great.” Duck hesitates, reaches down and ruffles Indrid’s hair. The other man sighs, rubs his face against Ducks palm. 

“I can't wait.”

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It takes him until ten pm to remember he left his phone in the greenhouse. Which would not be a problem, except he’s supposed to take a call early tomorrow from Jane, the first time in months they’ve been able to talk.

Plus, he’s been having an excellent text conversation with Indrid until his last rounds, sending him pictures of the plants in the greenhouse, which all look ready to bloom in the next day, and the strange fruit on the trees; speckled gold and white, and smelling faintly of marshmallow. Indrid’s reply texts were filled with excitement (and a great deal of praise, which Duck is thoroughly enjoying).  He wants to keep that going as soon as he can.

He finds his phone on the workbench, looks up just in time to see glowing red eyes reflected in the glass. 

Something’s in the greenhouse with him. Which should be impossible, because only two people have the keys. 

Turning, he scans the plants and spots a large, dark shape holding very still behind the trees. Which would work better if said trees were not so thin.

“I am aware this is not a good hiding place.”

Duck gasps, not expecting it to talk, then steps back when the creature emerges. It towers over him, antennae twitching and wings rustling slightly. His mind puts all the pieces together, and he understands only half of them. 

“Why the fuck is the mothman breakin into my greenhouse.”

The antenna flatten slightly, “I am not breaking in. Do you see any broken glass?”

“No, but I got one key, and the only other person with one ain’t here. And put those down, they ain’t yours.” Duck reaches for the two fruits, each clasped between a pair of clawed hands, only for Mothman to raise his arms. 

“They are, in fact, mine. If you would stop trying to knock me over I can explain.”

“Uh uh, first you gotta put down Indrid’s things, then you can explain.”

The creature chirrs, annoyed, and points at its neck, “His things? Such as this key perhaps?”

Duck stops moving, staring at the key before rising his gaze to the mothmans face and meeting his eyes for the first time. 

“What the fuck? Indrid, what the fuck?”

A sheepish chirp, “There was not a good way to tell you I am a famous cryptid. At least, I did not feel there was one. I was worried you would be afraid of me if you knew.”

“Feelin a little too confused to be afraid. Did, did I just grow a mothman garden instead of a butterfly garden?”

The laugh is unmistakably Indrid, “In a way. I was telling the truth when I said these were from my home, but my need for them went beyond homesickness. Every twenty five years, my kind are compelled to eat these. It is not fatal if we don’t, but we suffer a very unpleasant illness for several weeks if we do not. I resigned myself to that sickness until I began visiting these gardens, and saw there were people who might be able to help me. My own powers, including foresight, cannot replace a green thumb. Your green thumb went beyond anything I could ever have hoped for. This” he gestures to the trees with their glittering fruit, the flowers blooming in a  rainbow of glowing star-shapes, “Duck I, I haven't seen a sight like this in close to a  hundred years.”

Duck holds his breath as Indrid steps towards him, bending to rest his downy forehead against Ducks.

“Thank you, Duck Newton. Thank you for giving me a taste of home.”

The human reaches up to touch a black, fuzzy cheek, “Does this mean you gotta leave or somethin, now that I know your secret identity?”

“Not unless you are planning to tell everyone you’ve been acting as the Mothman’s personal gardener.”

“Nah, rather tell ‘em about the cute fella I’m takin to dinner tomorrow.”

Indrid blinks, “You...you do not find this alarming?”

“I mean, you’re big and a little terrifyin, but you’re still Indrid. And it means a lot that you actually stayed and told me who you were, instead of just flyin off.”

There’s a deep purr as Indrid says, “In that case, may I invite you to dinner at my house, Duck Newton? I can even share some of this strange harvest with you.”

Duck grins, drawing his fingers long Indrids arm, “That your way of tellin me they’re an aphrodisiac?”

Indrid nuzzles his cheek and pulls him close, “I guess we’ll find out.”

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[headcanonsandmore]

One of the most unforeseen mis-steps Rowling took in a narrative sense, is how she frames the Weasley family’s relationship to Ron. 

(Someone else mentioned this a few days ago in a post, but I couldn’t find their comment anywhere. Please tag them if you do know their URL)

Allow me to explain

Rowling has stated repeatedly in interviews that Ron is incredibly loveable, and that his family genuinely love him with all their hearts. Which is great, until you remember that Rowling gives us virtually nothing in the books to support this. 

Rowling is so firm in her belief that Ron is loved by his family, that she never actually puts much into the books to contribute to this. It goes unmentioned, and is left up to the audience to insert into the text. Because Rowling doesn’t think it even needs to be mentioned; to the reader, it should be taken as read that the Weasleys love Ron. 

But the books don’t do much to support this view of Rowling’s. There is very little time in the series where Ron is showed genuine love and support by his family; most of the times we do see this is when Ron is injured or hurt in some way, and the more everyday circumstances of Ron being shown love by his family seem to only happen in the first three books (when Rowling was still building the character relationships). 

The net result of this narrative mis-step is that we (the readers) rarely -if ever- see Ron being shown genuine love and affection by his family. All we seem to see is an endless stream of teasing, mockery and unintentional neglect. This is true especially of the Twins, but Ginny gets in on this in HBP. Molly only seems to give Ron affection when he’s done something especially brilliant (like getting the prefect badge), but the rest of the time, she’s very limited in her affection for Ron. It’s not emotionally healthy for a teenager (especially one as insecure as Ron) to only receive positive attention when they do something spectacularly brilliant. Especially in the later half of the series, Molly’s interactions with Ron seem to revolve mainly around Molly getting angry at Ron when he expresses an opinion on something (dress robes, Fred and George’s shop, etc.) that she doesn’t agree with. This isn’t intentional on Molly’s part; she’s obviously a loving and caring mother. But we never really see her interacting with Ron in a supportive way; we just see her getting angry at him on the rare occasions he does stand up for himself. 

Quite possibly the worst end-result of this is in ‘The Silver Doe’ chapter in the last book. The Horcrux tries to argue that Ron isn’t loved by Hermione, which is a complete lie that the Horcrux created out of the insecurities in Ron’s head. Fairly obvious. It’s been repeatedly shown in the books that Harry and Hermione both prefer Ron to each-other, and that the two Hs consider each other to be their surrogate-sibling. The sheer ludicrousness of the lie is highlighted by Harry and Hermione’s interactions throughout the entire series; they never fancied each other and always viewed the other in a sibling-coded way. 

But a lot of the other insecurities the Horcrux verbalised aren’t so easily written off. 

“Least loved by the mother who craved a daughter”. 

“Always eternally overshadowed”. 

After what we’ve seen of Ron’s interactions with his family throughout most of the series, this doesn’t seem purely a lie like the insecurity about Hermione not loving Ron. Not by any stretch. After seven books worth of Ron’s family ignoring, belittling and mocking him with no real relief, this doesn’t come across as just another baseless insecurity. 

It comes across as fact. 

And all caused by Rowling being so confident in the fact that Ron’s family loved him that she never really showed him getting some genuine affection from them. 

[ofsylvias-blog]

SYLVIA PRESTON — twenty. political science major. the bibliophile. 

hi everyone ! i’m meredith, i’m eighteen, and i never learned how to fucking read i’m from the est. i use they/them pronouns, am about to be a freshman in college ( let’s hope no one disappears ahjdkks ) and ... there’s not a lot interesting about me. i have a cute cat, tho. i play sylvia ... duh. you can find some more information about her under the cut. i’m meredith#3445 so slide into those dms 2 plot xoxo ! 

have you seen [ SYLVIA PRESTON ] since the storm? some say they look like [ SYDNEY SWEENEY ] but they’re [ 20 ] & go by [ THE BIBLIOPHILE ]. [ SHE ] lived in halloway for [ 8YEARS ] & they are originally from [ NEW YORK CITY ]. before the town vanished they were studying [ POLITICAL SCIENCE ] and lived at [ UNI BLVD ]. most people knew the [ CISFEMALE ] as [ DEDICATED ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ SELF-IMPORTANT ]. for some reason, they feel [ UNEASY ] about the town’s disappearance.

QUICK INFO: 

Name: Sylvia Elizabeth Preston

DOB / Age: January 6th, 1999. Twenty. 

Zodiac: Capricorn sun, Virgo moon. 

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw.

MBTI: ESTJ.

Positive traits: Strong-willed, intelligent, organized. 

Negative traits: Stubborn, judgemental, hypercritical. 

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Main Inspo: Betty Cooper, Nancy Wheeler, Michaela Pratt. 

BIOGRAPHY: 

Despite the fact that she had a white-picket fence ( not literally, of course, as for the first twelve years of her life she lived in an apartment ) upbringing, with a wealthy father who could have given her everything she wanted ... Sylvia has always had to work for what she wanted. Of course, she was privileged: pretty and blonde and attending the best private schools, with the best tutors and healthy lunches prepared by her nanny, but Sylvia wasn’t spoiled. She didn’t have the walls of toys her friends with parents that had the same income did, she didn’t have the vacations around the world. Her father was determined to teach her the merits of hard work — no matter how young she was. Flashcards every morning over breakfast, only getting her dolls and trains out of the locked toy chest when she came home with an A on her spelling test, no dinner if her room wasn’t entirely pristine. She’s always been neurotic, and a perfectionist, from when she set up her toys in perfectly neat lines to when she corrected the grammar of a love note she got when she was eight. Her hair was always brushed neatly, her skirts without a crease in them. Presentable is perfect, her mother would say, through breath that always smelled like red wine. And only perfect is presentable, she would echo back, whether it be through the lisp she carried as a young girl ( speech therapy squandered that quickly ) or the braces she got at ten, the second her last adult tooth grew in. 

Her father was transferred to Concord in the middle of her sixth grade year, and her family settled neatly into Halloway after that. Of course, just because the clean, modern furniture and city skylines of their old were replaced with a big front porch and a bigger backyard didn’t mean anything — it didn’t mean the Prestons expected anything less. When she was fourteen, her mom’s belly was swollen with another baby ( a little girl to be born three months later, called Beatrice ) and while some older children had the expectations shift off of them with new arrivals, thus was not the case for Sylvia. She was expected to be an example. She joined the cheerleading squad in the seventh grade, and carried on to the high school team. She joined the debate team, and was on the student council, even volunteering for the mayor’s office — she fell in love with politics, and decided then and there that she was going to be the first female president. 

Straight As in five AP classes, every extracurricular under the sun, volunteer work on weekends ... Sylvia was perfect in high school, and she’s perfect in college. Acing every course, the same volunteer and internship opportunities ... she went to parties, of course, and hooked up with people, of course, but she always calculated mathematically just the amount of drinks she needed to feel a buzz but still be in control — and not get a hangover in the morning — and using every form of birth control possible. She’s still a cheerleader, of course, though now it’s for the Halloway University team instead of the high school. She’s never been really drunk, never been in a relationship ... she’s not a sociopath or anything, but the social scene is more of a transaction for her than anything. She’s as kind as she can be because it’s the right thing to do ... but she makes connections because they could help her down the line. She’s always been a bit of a loner on the inside, but she does crave real affection instead of just attention. Her real connections are very limited.

TL;DR — Sylvia is the perfect girl with the perfect life, a straight A student popular at parties and a cheerleader. She moved from NYC when she was twelve, and was also a cheerleader in HS and on the debate team, as well as being involved in student govt. An unpaid internship / volunteer work  at the mayor’s office sparked an even bigger interest in politics, and she wants to be the first female president. Her nuclear family is equally perfect, though they exert pressure on her, and she loves her little sister Beatrice, who’s six, more than anything in the world. She’s a severe perfectionist that is perfectly calculated socially, but doesn’t really have a lot of fun, despite appearances. 

PERSONALITY / UNI LIFE / FUN FACTS: 

Again, Sylvia goes to parties all the time, and drinks enough to get buzzed while remaining in full control. That’s also the sole reason she doesn’t do drugs, because she can’t stand the idea of not being operating at full awareness. She’s hooked up with plenty of guys and gals, but has never had a relationship either in high school or college. 

Sylvia wakes up at least two hours before classes every morning to perfectly do her hair and makeup, and curate an outfit. She’s never really fallen into the sweatpants and makeup free to class thing, and is always looking like she’s ready to impress. 

She’s a cheerleader, and incredibly involved in classes. She’s a bit of a teacher’s pet, and knows all of her professors and almost always goes to office hours. 

She’s a cheerleader, involved in Women in Leadership, and Future Politicians as her extracurriculars. Sylvia also 100% runs a studyblr and whatever the Instagram equivalent is.

Everything in Sylvia’s life is in her planner. Birthdays, assignments, passwords written down in the back, sticky notes advertising different inspirational quotes ... all from female politicians, of course. Each page is perfectly crafted in even more perfect penmanship, and color coded. She wears the key for it around her neck, and the tiny silver lock has never budged at anyone else’s hands. 

Sylvia loves vintage and classic romance movies. Anything from Casablanca to John Hughes or cheesy Netflix flicks, and she’s seen it. She’s a romantic at heart, despite her own lack of experience. Not for lack of trying on other people’s parts, but she’s after success, not a relationship. She’s always thought, secretly, that if she wasn’t so focused on success and politics, she’d love to be an actress or a producer or something in Hollywood. 

Sylvia is ridiculously nosy. She makes note of things she overhears, of things people tell her, she knows how to ask a good question, and isn’t a stranger to picking a lock, which she learned from the pile of Nancy Drew books in her childhood bedroom. Not that anyone knows this, of course, but information is always good to have. Maybe she should be a reporter instead. I’d predict she’d be very interested in solving the mystery of what’s going on, and trying to figure everything out. 

Pinterest. Spotify. 

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Best of Marvel: Week of June 20th, 2019

Best of this Week: Guardians of the Galaxy #6 (Legacy #156) - Donny Cates, Geoff Shaw, David Curiel and Cory Petit

Talk about an explosive end to the first arc, huh?

Battered and bruised from their fight with Hela and the Black Order, Quill and the rest of the Guardians are pissed off and ready for round two. With Lockjaw's help, they teleport to Knowhere, taking the fight directly to villains.

Geoff Shaw takes this story to its absolute peak with his amazing art. Propelled by a psychic dragon construct created by Moondragon, Beta Ray Bill sends his Stormbreaker hammer into Hela, taking her out of the fight. The sight is awesome, but unfortunately the only teamwork really seen here. The dragon looks ferocious and rightfully takes Hela out, or else the fight would have been very one sided again.

Shots are far and mostly wide, showcasing the various means of attack as the Guardians tear through Thanos' alien creatures, mostly with Gladiator shooting everything in sight with his laser eyes. Shaw makes things look grand in scale, even when things are focused on one character such as Phyla-Vell after taking Proxima Midnight out of the fight with rays from her hands.

Things get even more tense as Peter confronts Cosmic Ghost Rider, who betrayed the Guardians in the last issue because of Hela's control of the dead. He falls apart as Hela's control over him fades and it's actually pretty sad, mostly thanks to Petit's lettering making The Riders apology even more melancholic.

Quill catches up to Gamora, who went to stop Thanos from being resurrected, and tries to convince her against killing her Uncle Eros, aka Starfox. Starfox had been the main antagonist of this Guardians book, thinking that Thanos would use Gamora's body to house his consciousness when it turned out to be his Brother, the only other Titan left. Gamora rationalizes that if it had indeed been her that Thanos took over and she were in Peter’s shoes, she would have killed the possessed body in an instant, stabbing Eros through the heart and preventing Thanos from being resurrected.

That one panel was absolutely beautiful, if a bit marred by the lettering covering the exit wound. Eros snaps out of his trance and looks like he’s gasping in pain. Gamora is resolute in her decision, much like she was when she killed Thanos in the beginning of Infinity Wars (2018). She apologizes to her Uncle who muses that the plot was miserably predictable. It’s heart wrenching, especially knowing how light hearted and heroic Eros was before all of this started, seeing him fall as low as he did, almost killing Gamora before the gambit was discovered.

Suddenly, Thanos�� body erupts awake, though his mind not fully intact due to the transfer not being completed.Hela returns and in her anger, fires a black hole missile at Gamora, but it gets deflected back at the Incomplete Thanos, causing him to become the center of the black hole. The Guardians escape as Hela and presumably everyone else gets sucked into the black hole.

Setting up the Death of Rocket arc at the end, I really enjoyed this issue. Not only was it action packed, it also subverted my expectations about its outcome. I absolutely thought that Thanos would come back in full force in the final pages of the story and while he may in the future, it was great to see that it won’t be a YEAR after he was killed in the first place. I had some initial bad feelings about this team of Guardians, but they meld together very well. The power of Beta Ray Bill, Phyla-Vell and Moondragon combined with the skill of Star Lord, Groot and Gamora makes for an absolutely interesting and banterful team. Also because I’m a huge Phyla-Dragon fan and I can’t wait to see more of them. High recommend!

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There’s a lot to be said for how greed changes a man.

Runner Up: Iron Man #13 (Legacy #613) War of the Realms tie-in - Gail Simone, Paolo Villanelli, Edgar Delgado and Joe Caramagna

Tony Stark, eccentric, billionaire tech mogul, loved by millions across the world definitely had his flaws. He used to be a terrible alcoholic who sold weapons of war to the highest bidder until his failings led him down the path of heroism. His is a very heartwarming story and it’s intriguing to see what he used to be reflected back to him in the form of a greedy, magic leaking dragon as the War of the Realms reaches his front door.

With Tony’s armor being transformed due to being infected after his first encounter with Sadurang, he has to contend with one of the few things he tends to avoid like a plague: Magic. As a man of science and technology, it makes sense that Tony is averse to such things, taking a more structured approach to fighting people like Doctor Doom. He figures that it has to function similarly to coding and does his best to figure things out as lives are in danger.

Hs thoughts immediately drift to Saduran and how similar they are. Sadurang, the All-Consuming is a gold hungry dragon, sometimes in the form of a man, whose appetite causes him to destroy everything that will be a profit to him. Tony used to be much the same and claims that while he was changed, his time in the eScape let him hit the bottle again and he hasn’t managed to tell his new girlfriend, Janet van Dyne aka. The Wasp. To me, this seems like the next step to a destructive end after Rhodey manages to stop him from walking into a bar in the last issue. He’s not dealing with his problem by telling her and only seems to be pulled further in as Sadurang mocks him for his weakness.

With Janet and Rhodey’s help, they manage to take down Sadurang by distraction and utilizing an improved Mk. I armor. Villanelli’s art shined throughout this issue. I have a weakness for stipple shading and this issue is full of it, almost giving it sort of Pop Art feel that really helps with the gleans and reflections of Tony’s armor. Delgado’s coloring accentuates this by making everything much brighter. Tony’s red and gold stand out amongst the beautiful purple magic effects and Sadurang is beautiful in a similar shade of red. Wasps yellow makes her look downright angelic as she zips around before the bright silver of the Mk. I armor steals the show.

With the upcoming Ultron Agenda being teased by Mike Deodato Jr. and Marvel a few days ago and the secrets that Tony is keeping from Janet, this book is a high recommend from me because of the story possibilities that are likely to follow from this. Tony has an awful habit of pushing the women he loves away and as Ultron returns, will his secrets spill out then? Who knows, but buy this book!

[don-lichterman]

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