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My younger sister announced she was going to marry Tom Holland when she grew up.

When you have an international friend so you stay up late so you can talk to them

IVE BEEN WAITINF FOREVER

AS ALWAYS MY LOVELIES, THIS:/ MEANS PARAGRAPH BREAK! TADA

Eyeing the prefect nervously, Libby walked down the stairs into the rather dim dungeons./ “Why are we down here?” Libby whispered to Maggie, who smiled brightly./ “Our common room is down here, I read all about it!”/ the prefect waved at a green robed boy who eyes the Hufflepuffs with a raised eyebrow and a smirk./ “Why does he look at us like that?” Libby asked, skidding away from the boy./ The prefect turned the corner and they passed a portrait with a pear, a banana, and a apple. The chattering behind them made Libby turn around and stare nervously at the group of green robed teenagers watching them walk./ “He’s Slytherin, how should I know?” Maggie winked at the Slytherin boy and he mock bowed, his lip curling in a even more ridiculing smirk./ The common room was warm with fire and yellow and black walls, comfy beanbags and large sofas crowded around the rather large fire place./ Libby loved it immediately. She inched her way up to the front of the line when the prefect called that first years should follow her. There was a brightly lit hallway leading away from all the rest of the chattering Hufflepuffs that lounged in the common room./ “My name is Hecate, your wonderful and lovely prefect!” Announced the girl as she flipped her hair and beckoned the shivering first years closer. “The head boy and girl will be in shortly, and meanwhile I will hand out your robes and journaling notebook.”/ Hecate spoke in a brisk tone, like Mcgonagall. And like Mcgonagall, it had an underlying warmth that made Libby comfortable in her presence./ As the robes and journals went around Libby was jostled away from Maggie and was shoved a robe, tie, and sparkly notebook. It had a color changin wand holster, a wand warmer, and a black and yellow pen./ Just then the head boy walked in, followed by the head girl. The head girl had black hair that shone in the light and dark skin that blazed in the fire. The head boy had narrowed ice blue eyes and the most tousled blonde hair Libby had ever seen./ “Why do you guys look so scared? We won’t bite?” The head boy exclaimed as he raked his eyes over them all./ “I’m Merci Billons and that’s Joseph Jameson. We are your head boy and head girl, not necessarily in that order, and, we are here to explain the rules.” Merci clapped and everyone silenced./ Libby shifted her weight and caught her wand holster from slipping./ Joseph began to speak but Merci stopped him by putting an arm across his chest./ “These are the rules, take notes, and fast. Rule number one! Do not listen to the Gryffindor we are not all weak pushovers!,” Her arms extended and hate flashed in her eyes as they narrowed into smoking cauldrons of burning destruction./ Libby blinked and opened her notebook, sweaty hands shaking and trying to get the pen to right./ “Rule number two! Do not listen to the Ravenclaws, we are not all dumb!”/ The boy interceded, hands clenched into fists by his side as he stiffened, the obvious memory of being called just that being recalled./ Libby placed her things on the ground and kneeled, not minding the awkward position she could be in, she wrote fast and furious, cursing in her mind as the ink blurred. Curse her left handed sweatiness./ “And rule number 3!” Hecate stood and tilted her head, gesturing to the way we had come, where we had seen the green robed teens, “Get very close to the Slytherins because they love us and will do whatever we want!”/ Libby stood and gathered her stuff, smiling nervously at the three older kids and shuffling backwards. At the sight of them all the other Hufflepuffs cheered and applauded them./ “Tomorrow we go visit the Slytherins, ey?” Yelled a boy from the back of the class./ His response was from Merci, “Shut up, you Canadian!”

Photography at the park!

This:/ means that it’s a paragraph change❣️/“Well, this is a change in scenery.”/ “What the hell, Harry we’re in the dungeons.”/ Harry rolls his eyes and leans his head against the damp, slimy walls. “I was being sarcastic, Draco.”/ Draco let out a humph and moved his feet to keep the rats off. “This all could’ve been avoided if you didn’t want to sneak into the fucking High Castle of Atlantis.” Draco snarled, sharp grey eyes focusing on Harry’s almost relaxed face./ “They had good jewels. They do have good jewels. You had the idea to sneak into the Crown Room!” Harry said, eyes flashing in the darkness./ “Well, your father is going to murder us.” Draco said, kicking a rat away./ “Not if these Atlantis people do first.”/ “Harry!”/ “Sorry, but it’s true.” Harry smirked and shifted, trying to get comfortable on the stone floor that hurt his bottom./ “Think about Lady Ginerva. When you don’t come home-.” Draco started, eyes narrowing at Harry’s insolence. Some days, Draco didn’t know why he followed him./ “We all know Lady Ginerva would be happier with Zabini. Have you seen the way she looks at him?” Harry snarled, clenching his chained fists./ “She’s still engaged to you. My so called engagement woman died a year ago, be happy you still have Ginerva.” Draco turned his head to the floor and saw the red eyes of rats flashing in the darkness. At least they weren’t alone, he thought grimly./“Fucking hell.” Draco cursed, as the dungeon doors opened./“Language, thief.”

Part Two coming soon!

My cousins daughter found a heart on their school playground!

Babysitting my little niece, she’s such a model!

You see???

Just a moment of rest

“Hopelessnes attacks her victims with the sharp tip of a knife, drawing slowly, torturing like, over their skin, until finally plunging into their heart. She works with depression, the ugly monster under my bed”- PoeticInjustice

It really is awkward to be the third wheel to people who like each other and have nothing to say to you

ive always thought it was weird how the common rooms of each hogwarts house was supposed to be this mystery for the other houses but harry and ron could still find the slytherin dorms pretty easily in book two. I mean, everyone has a general idea of where the other houses are located (gryffindor and ravenclaw in a tower, hufflepuff in the basement etc) and that might be fine for the other houses but do you hinestly think slytherin - the most cunning and untrusting house of all would be okay with having their common rooms so easily disclosible. NO way. I think the slytherin common rooms that harry and ron go to in chamber of secrets is a fake room to distract anyone who is trying to snoop in on the slytherins. Thats why its all dark and inhospitable and evil aura types because thats what the other houses think of slytherin. So if anyone finds this fake common room, they won’t doubt its authenticity. And meanwhile, the slytherins actually have a really luxurious and comfortable hideout in a completely different part of the castle funded by their rich pureblood parents   and thats why the common rooms you saw in book two are so ugly while in reality slytherin common rooms- the house full of spoiled rich pureblood prats -  should be the most extravagant and over the top thing in the whole school 

“Something’s crawling in my house. It slithers on my floors and smirks in my walls, it reaches out and scars me at night. It’s depression, and it won’t go away.”- PoeticInjustice

“My nails clench at the walls, scratching them. I scream but the wind covers it, I kill, but my innocence hides it. They don’t understand I’m a wild monster ready to be released, ready to kill, ready to destroy. Instead I sit primly and wait for this to be over.”- PoeticInjustice

“The wind howling at my back, I command it. The sun blazing on the ground, it obeys me. And you, hellfire soul, will bow to me.”- PoeticInjustice

“You underestimated me, and so when I struck, you let me devour your flesh like a monster, blood dripping from my mouth, and you called out witch, and I said ‘no, survivor.’”- PoeticInjustice

“We write about Persephone and her life, but what of her mother, who was raped and kept was overprotective, simply because she didn’t want her daughter to end up with her fate. I like how we write about Persephone, and her beautiful looks, how she makes the flowers in the underworld bloom, yet we forget Demeter, chased by Zeus, her heart pounding, as she tripped and fell, turned into a snake, and there Zeus found her. And that wasn’t her only rape, Poseidon raped her too, and we ignore it. ‘0h, she’s the overprotective mother that tried to hide her daughter from the world.’ No, she’s that woman whose suffered and tried too keep it under, smiling brightly at her daughter when she wakes up, hugs and kisses, but seriousness when talking to her nymphs. ‘Watch her, don’t take your eyes off of her.’ She’s the smiling face with pain that smiles at her loved one when she comes home from work, she’s somebody whose suffered and is overlooked. And I rage for it.” - PoeticInjustice

“The burn from your harsh kisses is worse than the coolness of solitude.”-PoeticInjustice

“If I can’t find a path, I will carve one out from stone to get where I want to go.”- PoeticInjustice

Harry Potter as things me and my family and my friends have said

Harry Potter: I’m the victim, not the villain.

Ron Weasley: if I agree to be my friend I get to have free food at your house for the rest of your life.

Hermione Granger: Don’t bother me while I’m reading, I could be reading ‘how to murder annoying people’

Ginny Weasley: stop being rude, he could love me one day!

Fred and George Weasley: we’ll let you in on the prank, just give us 20 bucks

Percy Weasley: my sanity is more important than social interaction.

Charlie Weasley: CAN YOU HEAR IT, THE CALL OF THE WILD!!!! *me and my friends in the background to my friend that said this- ‘go home, your drunk!’*

Bill Weasley: my girlfriend is beautiful, and she’s French on her second aunt twice removed’s side!

Molly Weasley: I’m going to wrap you up in blankets and put you so close to the fire you’ll burn*sorry, it’s the only one I could find*

Arthur Weasley: I don’t have an obsession, I’m only interested in it more than other people

Great Aunt Muriel: SHUT IT. I’m trying to sleep, you guys went to sleep at 2:00 AM.

Albus Dumbledore: listen to the peaceful chirping of the crickets! They sound like me drunk!

Minerva Mcgonagall: dont joke about this, you could fall and die!

Profesor Trelawney: I see death and misfortune in your future, idiot

Percy Jackson as things my friends have said

Percy Jackson: Did you bring waffles? If not, good bye, and leave a message at the tone.*phone call*

Annabeth Chase: You know I’ll never fail you because I’ve never failed a test.

Hazel Levesque: If you smile you confuse people

Frank Zhang: I’m going to be a panda when I grow up

Leo Valdez: Is it hot out here? Oh yeah, that’s because I’m out here, lol.

Piper McLean: Don’t judge me, sometimes I need to be in the bathroom for an hour, that doesn’t mean I won’t murder you and hide your body in my closet.

Nico di Angelo: if you touch me I will drag you down to hell myself, DONT YOU DARE!!!!

Grover Underwood: I snorted tree bark!

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: Fight me, I have the power of the future on my side!

Coach Hedge: Lets play baseball! Your head can be the ball, and I’ll wack you with my bat!

Jasón Grace: I once choked on Peanut Butter*staples*

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano: I’m not violent. I merely use my dark side more than others.

Luke Castello: I’ve been possessed by the spirit of time! I’m going super slow now!

Saw this post on Pinterest, just so you know, and don’t think I’m copyrighting. Now ima make a short story about this, excuse me, for about a few minutes... maybe an hour lol

Wake me up

When the storm is over

So I won’t have to live

A darkened night

Let me sleep

Until clouds of grey

Retreat into the

Horizon

Please wake me up

When the waves are calm

Don’t let me sink

Into their froth.

Redesigned Book Covers - Percy Jackson And The Olympians

August 18th 2016 // Happy 23rd Birthday to Percy Jackson, the only boy that has made such a profound impact on my life. Percy has always been there for me since I was 12 years old, and his stories have changed the last 10 years of my life immensely. I cannot even begin to express how many times Percy Jackson has helped me out of terrible times, and how much I relate this series as a lifeline to my childhood, how much I see this as a window into happier fantasies. I’ve made friends over these books, and is the only only series other than Harry Potter that I will cherish until I die. This is my comfort series. It may sound ridiculous, but Percy is more than just some fictional character. Thank you, Rick Riordan, for giving me and millions of other children out there a friend in Percy Jackson. (legit tearing up writing this omg)

Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Home for the abandoned, the orphan, the abused, the longing, the loner. Behind its Golden gates and Silver walls lie communities of wizards and witches. Nymphs coaxed into protecting its trees that line the outer wall are constantly on the watch for any danger, and the river flowing through it is clear and cold. Meadows and forests lie inside it, a refuge for the lost. The school is in the middle, where are pathways lead. There’s 5 houses, and 10 prefects, and 5 heads of houses and 5 headmasters/heamistresses. It’s a complete diplomacy, voting is always the answer. Someone got into a fight, you vote, someone lost a sheep, you vote. Unless there is means for harm intentionally and with evil intentions, then the 10 judges are called in. You start the school at age 9, and end at 19. Then, you are legal. Marriage is legal at 21, if you choose to stay inside Salem’s safe haven walls. Salem was founded by a runaway witch during the Salem Witch Trials. She was alone most of her life, until she met Samuel Johnson. He made her laugh, he made Maeve Salem laugh. That’s what she hated. He was a muggle, knew nothing about magic. Maeve was a neglected orphan who knew only pain. So when she let him know she was a witch and his warm eyes grew cold and his lips straightened, her heart broke. He left soon after. She was pregnant with his child. It turned out to be a boy, Jonathan. He was born in Salem, and went to Ilvermorny for education, as Salem was not a school. When he came back disappointed, Maeve was angry at the school that did not fulfill her child’s dream. So she opened Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Maeve left it in charge of Jonathan and his wife, Peggy, and went to San Francisco. There, she established the Magical Foundation of the West. She helped run it for a while before she grew bored of being restrained at her post, so she ran off in the middle of the night to Las Vegas, where she established another magic foundation, the Maeve Magical Association of the West. Maeve ran back to San Francisco and introduced the leaders. They then became partners in working the West. Meanwhile back in New York the Magical Congress of the United States of America grew angry. There was a great battle between MACUSA and the Western Wizarding Congress which was located in Texas. It’s referred to by muggles as the Civil War. The WWC(Western Wizarding Congress) shut down after the war and Maeve begged them to open once more, for they were the real law setters. They refused. She turned to Nicaragua, the only country willing to talk to her, and asked them to help. El Congreso de Magia de America Central(the Congress of Magic in Central America) agreed to help. It sent over Aurors and helped establish the Western Leadership Corporation. Maeve died during battle and a statue of her was erected on MMW(Magical Foudation of the West), MMAW(Maeve Magical Association of the West), and WLC property. There is an ongoing feud between them as to who claims the money left behind by Jonathan’s family, which vanished from the globe soon after Maeve’s death. Some say that Maeve never really died, but traveled around the globe for several years later. Why? Because Maeve was descended from a Poseidon lineage, and the sea does not like to be restrained.

character portraits >> percy jackson + annabeth chase

Even though Percy had a similar description to Harry Potter, with the messy black hair and green eyes, I’ve never imagined him to look anything like Harry. Annabeth could easily be mistaken as weak if you’re the kind of person to stereotype blonde haired light eyed girls as weak, just like people think of Fleur Delacour (which I disagree!) But to me, both of them are the fiercest in every thing they do, whether it’s love or war. I tried to find the right pictures that captured that intensity, ferocity and vulnerability that comes with having the world on your shoulders. Twice. In my opinion, the eyes say everything.

hazel + frank / jason + piper / leo + reyna

havfrue | a type of mermaid in scandinavian folklore known for prophecy and for the somber atmosphere around them

“supernatural creatures” as we call them, weren’t once considered supernatural. long before history was written they existed and their blood still flows within us, humans, as we do the things we like and excel at.

you can see mermaids in the ways professional swimmers keep their breath for a long time underwater. you can see it in the little girl who constantly wants to go to the pool. you can see them in teenagers who you find surfing on the beach. you can sense them in the way their body gracefully moves on their own.

you can see werewolves in the way some people look at the moon. you can see them in the way they eat more meat than the rest of your friends. you can see them in the way they always sense and know what’s wrong without someone telling them. you can spot them making walks in the darkness of the night.

you can see elves in the way they admire nature. you can see them in the people who love taking walks through the forests. you can see it in the way how they’re faster, more agile, and taller than your average person. you can see them in the little kids who always climb trees. you can see them in the old people who prefer to live in cottages in the woods instead of the big cities.

you can see dragons in the way some people long to the summer. how your little brother wants to visit hot places. you can see them in the people who always had a love for money. you can see it in the way some people always want to know more. you can spot them feeling at ease with their hair in the wind.

you can see faeries in the way your neighbour’s daughter takes flowers with her. you can see it in the young boy who made his own spot in the forest. you can see them in the people who remember the smallest details you told them. you can sense them in the way they use body languages. how their eyes speak.

What Type Of Mermaid Are You?

Pearl Scavenger → Aquarius. (January 20 - February 18) Deep Sea Mermaid → Pisces. (February 19 - March 20) Siren → Aries. (March 21 - April 19) Coral Reef Mermaid → Taurus. (April 20 - May 20) Freshwater Mermaid → Gemini. (May 21 - June 20) Seahorse Trainer → Cancer. (June 21 - July 22) Shapeshifter → Leo. (July 23 - August 22) Mermaid Princess → Virgo. (August 23 - September 22) Shipsaver → Libra. (September 23 - October 22) Mermaid Queen → Scorpio. (October 23 - November 21) Seawitch → Sagittarius. (November 22 - December 21) Arctic Mermaid → Capricorn. (December 22 - January 19)

types of girls: supernatural beings

angel: silky white clothing, daylight, candles, long wavy hair, soft wind, sad smiles, old soul, warm hugs, choral singing somewhere far away, sun shining through big windows and flowy chiffon curtains, gentle and loving touch.

demon: heavy makeup, high heels, cigarette smoke, contagious laughter, club’s bathrooms, neon signs, big cities, chokers, sharing secrets, passionate kisses, living in the moment, big smile but sad eyes, inside jokes.

fairy: green summer forests, flowy dresses, dancing with your eyes closed, walking barefoot, braided hair, picnics, lambs, hugging trees, harmless pranks, happiness for no reason, old fairy tales, flower crowns, soft giggles.

goblin: collecting shiny things, unusual hair colour, tons of accessories, a thousand exiting stories to tell, frogs and bugs, silly dance moves, messy hair, really old colorful clothing, holding hands, moss, childlike excitement.

mermaid: casualy flirting, pearls and sea shells, innocent looking yet seductive, whispers, beautiful singing, Renaissance paintings, pastel colours, mysterious smile, hairclips, sleeveless dresses, carousels, moonlight, glitter, undefined feeling of nostalgia.

vampire: red lipstick, dark eyes, resting bitch face, black-and-white films, cloudy night sky, dark forests, history, antique mirrors, scary stories, black silk, perfect manners, big old libraries, silver rings, vine bottles, skulls, hiding your feelings deep deep inside.

Freshwater 🌱 Merfolk

The ancestors of these merfolk risked the journey into the freshwaters. They now make their homes in the major rivers, lakes, and ponds of the world. Their appearance varies as much as the local fauna but they tend to be duller in coloration than their marine cousins.

 Freshwater Merfolk love the independence and solace that fresh water brings. Most build their own homes and are very friendly with the neighboring wildlife. They can make some of the best dishes from the wide array of plants and algae they are surrounded by, some have even been known to makes sturdy fabrics and bake their foods in the sun. Unfortunately due to recent droughts and pollution, many have been forced to abandon their homes and seek refuge along coastal areas.

~Merfolk Types~

{Tropical} {Subtropic} {Open Ocean} {Temperate} {Polar} {Deep Sea} {Freshwater}