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someone said renegade could be joe’s pov for taylor back in 2016 and this thing is blowing my mind up

Bookstore Girl: Edmund x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k (holy cow look at me)

Warnings: maybe some language, kinda slow burn maybe?

Summary: You work at a bookshop in Brooklyn and a handsome stranger comes in one Sunday afternoon. 

A/N: welcome new friends!! thank you so much for your love on my last edmund oneshot and I rlly hope you like this one! let me know what you think in the comments and such (also if you get some of the little references i hid in there ;))!! <3

Sunday afternoons were your favorite. The tranquil quiet of the street was in stark contrast to Saturdays when tourists would filter into the shop, talking and laughing as they checked out the crowded shelves and warmed up on their way to one attraction or another. 

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THE SCENE WHERE FRED AND GEORGE ARE CHEERING UP A YOUNGER STUDENT AFTER DEALING WITH UMBRIDGE IS UNDERAPPRECIATED

At breakfast table

Ravenclaw: I need someone to borrow their homework for me to copy

Gryffindor: You? Homework? I'm confused why haven't you done yours?

Ravenclaw: I got busy last night with a research on the European monarchs and tracked their families down until 1576 or so and forgot the homework

Hufflepuff: Why on Earth would you -

Slytherin: Don't you dare to get them started. *hands over the homework*

One real benefit of reading I rarely hear anybody mention is how much more interesting life becomes when you read a lot. It depends what you’re reading, of course, but most (good) books will teach you something you didn’t already know, and even if you have to give the book back to the library, you get to take that much with you. A lot of people talk about things they wish they’d studied in school–I’ve done it, too–but it’s a nice consolation prize that you can always pick up a book and learn something new. And as that library in your brain collects more volumes, everything around you gains new resonances, new context, and new connections which make your lived experience richer. In quarantine alone I’ve read about religion and politics and history and evolution and computer science and astrophysics without even leaving my house and it’s already a more interesting world. 

“I, emotionally, was really struck by the first time I heard it just the way she talks about how anxiety and fear get in the way of loving someone or create an inability for someone to love. And I think it's incredibly relatable, but it’s expressed in the context of this fairly experimental sound world. The way it came together as a song it just really I think sums up the whole the Big Red Machine record.”

— Aaron Dessner to Zane Lowe on Renegade (x)

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Butterfly Repopulation Station in Portland

Free seeds, information and also a patch of milkweed for Monarch Butterflies

Modern!Making a Gingerbread House Would Include...

A/N: i’m posting twice today to make up for not posting yesterday lmao, so uh day 2 of christmas (even though it’s day 3)

Both you and Edmund attempt to make gingerbread houses every year

It’s one of your favourite traditions during the Christmas season with Edmund

A few days before you two go shopping, you two would go online and look at inspiration for your decorations

“Oh, look at this one Edmund!”

“Y/N, I love that you believe that we’re this talented with gingerbread house making but we aren’t.”

Once you two settled on a theme, you would go out to the store and get a gingerbread house starter

Once you were home, you would play christmas music while Edmund unboxed it and looked at the directions

You and Edmund being somewhat clumsy putting the base together

“Careful love.”

“I’m trying, my hands are shaky.”

Once the base was together, you both would start decorating

“Okay, you do the roof and I’ll start the front.”

You humming to the christmas songs while making the windows

edmund being lowkey good at decorating

“Why are the windows... lopsided?”

“Uh... A for effort?”

Edmund eating the gumdrops once the icing was on

“Stop eating the decorations!”

“But it’s good!”

The gum drops and other candies kept slowly slipping off

“We need more icing.”

Edmund applying more icing

By the end of finishing the gingerbread house, you two would wash your hands

“You know, I think this might be the best gingerbread house we’ve made.”

“Even with the lopsided windows?”

“Especially with the lopsided windows.”

You would laugh at Edmund’s encouraging teasing and you’d pull him into a kiss

Suddenly you two would hear a crack and something falling apart

When you guys would turn around you would see the ‘best gingerbread house so far’ in pieces

Both you and Edmund would glance at each other before laughing at your failed attempt