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Demons within an angel
With tears streaming down her face, she grips my shirt with the last of her strength. In that moment, I had never seen eyes that looked so tired, so devoid of hope. “I can’t keep doing this… I don’t have it in me to keep going on” she whispers, crying into my chest. All of time seemed to slow to a near stand still while I tried to keep the one thing that gave me purpose from giving up on herself. “Fix me. Please don’t let me stay broken. Fix me. I don’t want to be broken. Fix me. Fix me” she repeated like a mantra, almost like it was the only way she kept her sanity. I held her, trying to soothe and silence the demons within this angel. Nothing could be heard by my ears except her now painfully quiet sobs and the screaming voice begging to be heard. The voice that stood alone, screaming at the top of its lungs. Only a single voice that howled, “I’m broken too”.
Probably not taking prompts anymore but can we tall about Victor Krum who was famous the world over for flying a broom and who ended that game on hos terms but got pushed into more glory by the cup who saw more in him than a wronski feint, who wanted to be known for more. Who fell for Hermione when he could have anyone, who saw her way before Ron did, and still lost her to him, watched her apparate away and waited for news and heard nothing until after it was all over. Sorry. But yeah. Krum.
Let’s talk about Krum, who danced with a young Ginny at her brother’s wedding, the beginning (I like to think) of a long friendship between two souls who come from dark places and love to fly; Krum, who finally connects with Ron not over loving Hermione or respecting Harry or over their mirrored war stories, but because as children they both went to bed hungry.
After Bill and Fleur’s wedding, when the war really started, I like to think he stayed. Krum was a message runner. He was a smuggler, flying beyond the enemy lines, with quick wit and eyes that can spot a Snitch from hundreds of feet in the air. He risked his life and what he got for it was hard stares.
In the war, in the little resistance movements listening to Fred/George/Lee Jordan radio around blue-bottle fires, they looked at Krum the way they looked at Lupin the night before full moons (and, honestly, all the other nights too). They looked at him the way they would have looked at Ginny if anyone had ever thought about exactly what she had been through and what exactly had lived in her bones.
They looked at Lupin with pity, with fear, with disgust and, on bad days, with a little bit of hate. Krum got all those parts, too, everything but the pity: suspicious looks in the hallways from people who were fighting the same war he was, from people who didn’t understand that this stocky frame with his accent and his careful speech saw more than anyone they would ever meet.
Let’s talk about how he and Lupin would have gotten along well: both quieter, both kind, both a bit outcast with their unasked-for darknesses hanging over their heads. They both understood what it was like to be the kind of people who have to hold their worth bright in their own chest, because everyone else will lie to them about it, or not see it at all.
Because this was a story about sight, isn’t it? Krum was the Seeker, the best eyes and the swiftest flight. People saw the stocky frame, the fame, but he saw the bright center of the bushy haired girl in the library, and she looked back. Quidditch wasn’t Hermione’s game, but she could see the strength of flight (by broomstick, by thought, by strength of character) in those heavy bones.
It was about words, too, though, accents and care, names pronounced slowly— Her-my-oh-knee. Did they say Viktor right? All those announcers, all those people who wanted his name scrawled on their playing cards but not to listen to him stumblingly speak?
Yes, let’s talk about Krum, who expected nothing from Hermione or Harry or anyone else, who flew and lived and loved on his own terms. Let’s talk about Krum, about names, about how English was his second language, and how he fell in love with a girl in love with words.
Happy National Dog day!! 🐕
It’s okay, I didn’t know how to love you right either. The only difference is that while you gave up, I never wanted to stop trying to learn how.
My doggo Kasey really likes popsicles - @fairypock
Renegades
Shit I’ve Heard High Schoolers Say
Why stop at capitalism? Destroy everything.
Guys it’s been three weeks since I’ve eaten a vegetable
At least we have memes to dull the pain of existence
An AP student: Oh my god I thought seven was less than six
(while filling the cap of their water bottle with water) SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS
friend one: If all your friends jumped off a bridge wou- friend two: probably
I’M GONNA GO HOME AND DRINK A WHOLE GLASS OF WEED
If cows ruled the world would they drink human milk?
student: my calculator is broken teacher: your calculator isn’t broken, you’re broken
no actually I think you have to be of age to be considered a cougar
(during math class on the second floor) student 1: so like how far do you think the distance is from that window to the ground? student 2: enough
teacher: has anyone ever been to New Orleans? Student: does Popeyes count?
my word count on this paper isn’t very high but I certainly am
we’re in adult limbo. I’m not a teen and I’m not an adult. I’M SUFFERING, THAT’S WHAT I AM!
Look at my… (swings leg up to show shorts) not pants
i’m using rebecca’s cats again
i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.
Mother cat with kittens came to meet an old friend.
Always.
Black Cat Appreciation Day | 17 August
10 Reasons Why Black Cats Should Be Appreciated Today and Every Other Day of the Year
1. Black Cats are less likely to be adopted from animal shelters for a variety of reasons.
2. They have beautiful eyes. Black cats have high melanin levels causing their eyes to be golden in colour.
3. In Japan, it is believed that a woman who owns a black cat will have many suitors.
4. They always look silky and clean as dirt is camouflaged.
5. Contrary to popular belief, in many countries black cats are considered good luck.
6. They match with everything!
7. They’re fantastic hunters so your rat population will always be under control.
8. They’re just like Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon.
9. Black kittens are adorable!
10. They absolutely deserve to be loved just as much as the next cat!
Scorpius: Dad! Albus and I went to the library today and-
Scorpius: Albus and I
Scorprius: My best (Boy)friend Albus-
Scorprius: Albus-
Scorprius: We both did this together
Scorprius: Remember when we-
Draco: Jesus he never stops talking about Potter's kid why is he like this?!
Lucius: ....Seriously?
Draco: ???
Lucius: Karma is a fucking bitch get rekt son, you were worse.
I like messy people; people who don’t fit in a box or stay between the lines, but whose integrity is greater than any rule book and whose loyalty is stronger than blood.
Jim Wern (via observando)
omg she’s only two weeks old and is just learning to play omg omg
You only came back to me because you were alone with no one else and I think the worst part is I almost said yes
3:01 a.m
“No one can help me,” said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. “I can’t do it… I can’t. It won’t work… and unless I do it soon… he says he’ll kill me…”
PSA for everyone Pokemon Go! Spread the word. Help homeless dogs!
Being a girl in this world is honestly so strange like do u know how much we miss out on because we are scared? How much of the night We don’t get to see because walking around alone is too dangerous? Do u notice the way girls walk at night, and does your heart hurt when U see them quicken their pace and lower their gaze when men walk past? Mine does
“You were just worried about me.“ An exhale, relieved that I had understood. "Yeah.” I turned. “Because you think I’m worth it?” He put his fingers under my chin. “I absolutely think you’re worth it.” “But you don’t think you are.” His mouth opened. Shut. “That’s what this is about, Derek. You won’t let us worry about you because you don’t think you’re worth it. But I do. I absolutely do.”
Derek & Chloe (The Reckoning by Kelley Armstrong)