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[a-study-in-bullshit]

"I love you , I'm glad we're friends"

[pityroad]

IN THE DARK TIMES, WILL THERE ALSO BE SINGING?

from Lady Chatterley's Lover, D.H. Lawrence (via)

“Grief will come to you. Grip and cling all you want, It makes no difference. Catastrophe? It’s just waiting to happen. Loss? You can be certain of it. Flow and swirl of the world. Carried along as if by a dark current. All you can do is keep swimming; All you can do is keep singing.”

from How Beautiful the Beloved, Gregory Orr (via)

Lev St. Valentine (via)

letter to Gustave Flaubert, 27 June 1870, George Sand

from Collected Poems; Horses at Midnight Without a Moon, Jack Gilbert (via)

from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong (via)

Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken (via)

YES, THERE WILL ALSO BE SINGING. ABOUT THE DARK TIMES.

[sweetsouldhavernas]

we all deserve to belong somewhere | STAR TREK: PRODIGY

[unorcadox]

try not to remember

[sincerely-sofie]

I'm coining a new ship dynamic.

Toxic shared redemption arc.

"You tried to drag me to hell with you, to make me lose myself and all of my virtue that made me into who I am. You wanted to laugh at my tears. You wanted me to suffer like you do. All of that, and like a fool, I loved you still. You nearly got what you dreamed of, but I resisted. I fought. I gnawed through the strings attached to my heart. I clawed my way back up and seized happiness in my teeth, drank it up like a man lost in a desert, and I'll never let you take it from me. I'll never look back. I'm happy now. Yet like a fool, I miss the familiar anger, the sorrow, the hate. Like a fool, I miss you. Like a fool, I love you still."

VS.

"You were the one who got away, and yet I'm happy you're gone. You were so easy to manipulate I almost felt guilty (I didn't feel guilty. I don't feel guilty. I never will. You can't make me). You were so fun to play with and laugh at your tears that I found myself crying with something other than mirth. But you were the one who got away, and now you're back, wreathed in gold and light and halos, descended to hell in all your glory, and you want to take me home with you. You tell me I'm more than what I am (I know I'm nothing. Stop making me think otherwise). You tell me I'm worth something more than dust underfoot (I know I'm less than worthless. Stop making me hope otherwise). You tell me you forgive me (I don't feel guilty. Don't make me feel guilty). I hate you. I always hated you. Stop making me realize I never hated you and only ever despised what I saw in the mirror."

[lupine-trees]

everywhere, everything.

[ boys having tea & fixing broken house magic, etc. for the @drarrymicrofic march prompt: ubiquitous. ]

drarry | word count: ~880 | rating: g | warnings: n/a

_ _ _

The Floo line had been tetchy, dropping calls and, occasionally, sending visitors to the jeweler’s down the street. Harry’d let it be, unbothered, or not bothered enough, until Hermione was deposited into a neighbor’s spare bedroom— at which point, it was no longer really his choice.

She’d asked a colleague who’d asked a friend who’d asked a cousin who’d made the recommendation.

That was how Draco Malfoy came to be standing in Harry’s foyer.

“It’s nice,” he said, doing a cursory spin, glance skipping over Harry’s home, briefcase in hand, cloak still on.

“Can I take that?” Harry offered, gesturing to the coat rack, the thing moody from disuse.

“No need,” Draco answered. “The Floo?”

Harry showed him to the living room, the main fireplace.

“Do you know the year the house was built?”

“I— no. It’s 18th-century, but—”

Draco cut him off, a smile that betrayed an amused impatience curling small over his lips.

“Yes, I was rather hoping for specifics. I know it’s 18th-century, given the—” and he gestured then, vaguely, to the house, to nothing in particular, “but the Floo coding legislation underwent several revisions, new statutes and such, in the latter decades. Depending on the build date, it could help identify the particulars of the problem.”

“Ah,” Harry answered eloquently. “I could send a note to Ms. Aldrich? I’m a tenant, technically, so I’m not really up to date on the history, but I think she’d know. I think it was a family home for a good while, something like three generations, maybe. I mean, I don’t know that they owned it all the way back, but—”

Harry paused, feeling the babble spilling out of him. “Anyway, it— I could send an owl. If you like.”

Draco shook his head, deftly folding his cloak over the nearby sofa and placing his briefcase on the coffee table, unlatching it, rolling up his sleeves.

“Diagnostic spells and magitachometer will do us nearly as well. Just might require a bit more patience.” He withdrew the device, began adjusting a series of dials and switches along the side.

He glanced up. “You’re welcome to observe, of course, but it isn’t strictly necessary. If you have other things to do…”

He let the implication linger, and Harry could take a hint.

“Yeah, sure. Few letters to respond to, if you don’t mind.”

Draco hummed, and Harry departed for the stairs, ascending to his bedroom, his desk, the quiet awareness of Draco’s presence following and lingering like a fog.

_ _ _

“Tea?” Harry offered a bit past an hour later, cup already in hand.

Draco pushed his hair from his forehead, rose from his kneel in front of the hearth. “Alright,” he said, accepting the saucer, sitting on the chaise, summoning Harry’s sugar from the kitchen without waiting for invitation.

Harry, sat in his favorite chair, jacquard and overstuffed, nodded at the shaker. “How did you know I’d have sugar?”

“Because, in spite of your many faults, Potter, you’re not a monster.” He took a magnanimous sip, eyes alight.

Harry scoffed a sound like a laugh.

“And,” Draco offered eventually, “Weasley takes sugar in his tea, too. An ungodly amount, I might mention. So.”

“You notice things like that,” Harry said, eyes trailing from the shaker to Draco’s hands, fiddling with his teaspoon.

“A lot worth noticing,” Draco responded, deferring. “It’s served me well, anyway. Helps with the job, to be sure.”

“Yeah?” Harry answered, not reading too far in.

Draco placed his cup with a clink on the low oak table. “Here,” he said, a quick flourish and careful twist of his wand.

Suddenly threads of gold and green and blue shot across Harry’s living room, woven together, looping, delicately intertwined, then veering off along the walls into various corners and crannies.

Harry reached out for a string, and his fingers passed through it, thrumming, the feeling of it racing up his arm and pinging tenderly at the base of his skull, in his teeth.

“Oh,” he said, fingers drawing to the nape of his neck, chasing the odd sensation, but it was there and gone like that. “How did you do that?”

“Just an illumination charm,” Draco replied, a funny, fond look in his eyes.

“This is the web of house magic. Mostly. A bit of it’s yours. But you’ve got your wards, climate charms, Floo network, of course, some summoning enhancements, expansion work. Some personality, too,” he said, tracing a tangled line of gold.

Harry’s eyes followed it up, outwards, where it curled across the ceilings, reaching up into the second story. “And it’s just here?” he asked, quiet. “Always?”

Draco hummed, his own eyes falling on Harry’s face, following his gaze. “It’s sort of omnipresent like that.”

“Everywhere,” Harry said. Then, a bit breathless as he plucked at a braided strand: “Everything.”

Draco fell silent, a beat of it passing between them, before he shook his head, as if to clear it, and rose from the chaise. “Let me finish with your Floo, Potter. Shouldn’t be long now.”

“Would you show me?” Harry asked abruptly, not wanting to retreat again into his room. Not wanting to go.

Draco eyed him, his thumb tracing thoughtful, thoughtless circles over the hilt of his wand.

“Alright,” he said, at last. “I’ll show you.”

[swan2swan]

Portrait of a Girl Named Sydney

[theinfinitedivides]

interview with the vampire, s2, amc, 2024 / only skin, joanna newsom, 2006

original gif sources for stills (full gifs not reposted out of courtesy to creators): s1 ep 7, ep 6 — @danlous misc. 1 — @blairpfaff ep 6 & 8 — @ayo-edebiri

[pasdetrois]

Marina Dyachenko and Sergey Dyachenko, Vita Nostra (tr. Julia Meitov Hersey) • Mircea Suciu, Camouflage (2) • Agostino Arrivabene, Immutatio • Matthias Claudius, "Der Tod und Das Mädchen" • Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare • Dragan Bibin, Pull (edited) • Maria Kreyn, Angel's Back • Franz Wimmer, Death and the Maiden • Mel Chin, Bat and Dove • Ana Sanchez, Death and the Maiden

[creativesparkz]

who here remembers my dhmis era ???? anyway i redid my recolor trio interpretation for shits and giggles 😊

[sunlit-mess]

Out of interest what does multimedia arts teach? Also I LOVE UR ART AND AUS I HOPE U GET BETTER

The name itself, more than 1 medium from both traditional and digital, but mainly digital (whether it'd be visuals, audio, etc.) 😂

A little bit of everything with the goal to give purpose/meaning, communication (in most senses; visual, auditory, tactile, etc.), and solutions through innovative and creative ways...

[wisdom-devotee]

Athena, the Patron of Heroes

Melissa Broder “Problem Area” // Perseus, Athena, and Medusa // Homeric Gods by Walter F Otto // The Iliad // Greek Religion by Walter Burkert // Athena and Diomedes // Athena guiding Odysseus to Ithaca // Warrior of the Mind from Epic: the Musical // Athena holding a laurel wreath // Anna de Noailles // Athena given Erechtheus // Elizabeth Abott, A History of Celibacy: From Athena to Elizabeth I // Start a War by Klergy and Valerie Broussard

[sicksicksixx]

[mossterunderthebed]

[drmikhailov]

Subject: Servitors (REAL BEINGS) Will sell BEINGS Different ages and stages of development. Will sell or give away to a new master into good hands.

Each being possesses

SIGIL ACT OF CREATION PHYSICAL RESIDENCY LOGBOOK

Ps Please do not contact me if you didn't understand what you've read. It's important for me that m beings will be well taken care of an loved! Despite my big graditude I am unable to give them as much attention anymore.

Some beings possess big achievements… Write what you need a being for and I'll try to help!