#why do I keep doing this to myself?

[mishoarts]

going to sleep hoping I'd wake up on some fresh angst

[crookshanksagentofowca]

Healing

@microficmay Day 18

Bellatrix had never had much interest in healing spells, always preferring the opposite. When she became a Death Eater, she had learned enough to keep herself alive in an emergency but no more. That all changed the day the Dark Lord arrived outside her window covered in burns and cuts. Once she got him inside, she lowered him on to her bed and asked, “My Lord, what happened?” “I found Iridessa Futhark,” he said weakly. “That Wizenagamot judge who’s been making all those speeches against us? Why didn’t you tell me?” “I thought it would be quick. All our intel said she lived alone; that she was too paranoid to accept Ministry protection but when I arrived, there was a whole squad of Aurors waiting for me.”

Bellatrix tried not to groan too loudly. She and the Dark Lord made a great team and had taken down countless opponents together but every once in a while, he got stubborn and insisted on doing things on his own. Why someone as incredible as him still felt such a desperate need to prove himself she couldn’t fully fathom, but it frustrated her. And now he had been injured because of it. “They’re all dead now,” he continued. “The Aurors and Futhark. But it was a close fight.” “We need to get you to a Healer!” Bellatrix was already reaching for a traveling cloak as the Dark Lord shook his head “No. I don’t trust anyone else.” Simultaneously, her heart melted and her brain flew into a panic. “My Lord, I’m no expert—” “Please, Bella. I can’t let anyone else see me in this state. They might…take advantage.”

Hesitantly, she agreed. She removed his robes as gently as she could, but he still flinched several times and she internally cursed herself for hurting him. A distant part of her mind noted that she would have normally been much happier to be disrobing him but most of her focus was on just how battered his body was. She pulled out her wand and cast a spell that would scan him and tell her how badly he was hurt. Luckily, the damage was almost entirely superficial so she then began moving the tip of her wand, which was usually used to slash, hurt, and kill, across his skin, rapidly muttering a litany of spells that would heal it. Spells to stop bleeding, spells to repair damaged flesh, spells to cool burns. She had only ever performed them a handful of times on herself, but the Dark Lord seemed to relax a bit more with each one. When she ran out of spells, she fetched Blood-Replenishing Potion, Essence of Dittany and Burn-Healing Paste from her bathroom cabinet and had him drink the first while she rubbed the other two into his skin. When she was finished, he collapsed back onto the pillows and closed his eyes.

“Thank you, Bella,” he mumbled in exhaustion. “Of course, my Lord. Anything for you.” She pulled a quilt over him and turned to leave, thinking perhaps the library might contain books on healing that would tell her if there was anything else she should be doing but he started to sit up, reaching out, and cried, “No, don’t leave me!” So she had climbed into bed with him and taken his hand, not wanting to wrap her arms around his body in case he was still fragile. He drifted off to sleep almost immediately but she lay awake for hours, worried that she hadn’t done enough and horrified by the thought of what might have happened if she’d been even less prepared. Fortunately, the Dark Lord recovered quickly and after that she began to take healing magic much more seriously; reading every book she could find on the subject and practicing injuring and healing victims over and over until she was sure she had it right.

It didn’t happen often, as the Dark Lord was careful, but every once in a while, he found himself sick or injured and came to her for help, which she now felt prepared to give. And when she was the one to get hurt, he always returned the favor.

[ellsieee]

Is everyone ready to sad again? Someone overlayed the original version of Don't Play With Fire (as heard at the wrap party) and BinJiong's original voices from some of the behind the scenes onto the actual car accident scene.

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This hits even harder now. 😭 I'm trying to work but now I'm just silently ugly crying in my cube.

[purple-possibilities]

tfw you unintentionally spoil yourself bc you can’t wait to read the fanfiction

[deathlessathanasia]

"They left in high spirits, chatting easily about their communal hatred of most of the Olympian gods. Artemis agreed with Medusa that Athena was a scheming bitch who should burn in Tartarus and that Poseidon was one of the good ones." - Hecate: The Wronged by JJ King

Jfc, it's unfortunate that I don't own a physical copy of this book so I could throw it away in offended outrage. Look, it is already silly enough to pretend that the Olympians can be divided into good guys and bad guys, but doing so in a way that places Poseidon in the "good ones" camp in comparison to Athena is positively hilarious. Putting those words in Artemis' mouth crosses into "are you fucking kidding me?" territory

[silvercaptain24]

I’m an idiot

[eldritchgray]

My advice that I need to use myself: STAY OUT OF THE COMMENT SECTION STAY OUT OF THE COMMENT SECTION STAY OUT OF THE COMMENT SECTION STAY OUT OF THE-

[eowyn35-blog]

So, today's brilliant idea was to write one thing I want to accomplish on little sticky flags. I could toss it out once I finish it. This would keep me from having to rewrite my to-to list, which is really more long-term tasks. I now have more than 10 little sticky flags in my planner for today. This is on top of my running to-do list.

[elegyofthemoon]

It's still surprising to see people say that when they see the upcoming strike post I made that this is the first time they're hearing about it, especially because I've seen several posts now talking about the same strike.

That being said: regardless of what kind of blog you are, please spread the news about the genocide, the strikes, boycotts, etc.

Even if you are a small blog, spreading word allows for more people to know what's going on and also do their part in protests and strikes, and maybe even the right people will be able to do more than what you're able to do.

And reminder: there is an upcoming strike on February 18th-25th. Prepare accordingly, protest, boycott, call your reps, and spread the word so more people are aware.

[onboardsorasora]

bought a +44 tshirt becasuse the long sleeve I wanted was sold out for a sec and now I used a VPN and theres stock for the long sleeve I wanted.....I need to not buy it...I'm still on vacation and totes plan to go shopping tomorrow lmao

[finethingswellworn]

Whatever you do… Don’t listen to liability by Lorde and think about Crowley and Ed 

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[nadiajustbe]

One of my favorite parts about the writing of Howl's Moving Castle is how easy it is to write off all the things from our world at first as him just being a weird wizard™ (also thanks to bestie @jutenium for spotting this I wouldn't put it like that without you!!/pos). Sure, Sophie uses weird descriptions, but readers have every reason to believe them because of the way Howl is presented as a character. When Sophie says he wrote with a quill that doesn't need an ink, you wouldn't think it was actually a ballpoint pen, you would think Howl had just enchanted his quill so that it wouldn't need ink! When she adds that she can't make out a single word, you think he has matchingly terrible handwriting, but in fact Sophie has simply never seen a pen writing. When she sees the mysterious labels on his books, you think he's keeping a lot of obscure magical literature, but it's really just an encyclopedia and a guide like "Top 10 Rugby Tips." When Sophie notices the bottles in Howl's bathtub, you think they're some kind of magical jars where he keeps girl's hearts, but I'm almost certain that they're just 'Dove' and 'Head and Shoulders' that he's enhanced with his spells and put silly labels on. When you read Calicifer singing a song in a language Sophie doesn't understand, you think it's some kind of ancient cipher or code, but it's actually just a rugby song in Welsh that Howl sings when he's drunk. And finally, when you see the terrifying black door, which is completely shrouded in darkness, you imagine a passage to an eerie, mythical place, similar to what Miyazaki showed us - but it's just fucking Wales.

[egophiliac]

I DID IT I GOT MY PINK HAYATE now I am never doing that again!

(at least until they give me, like, a frilly unicorn Kamui or something)