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Harry Potter Aesthetics - Hufflepuff/Gryffindor Friendship

“We are mosaics - pieces of light, love, history, stars - glued together with magic, music, and words.”

— Anita Krizzan 

Dedicated to @ancalimes

sakizm  asked:

writing prompt: fake dating, iv - zutara :) (i have feeling they will be awkward dorks)

 Oooo! Nice one! Prompt:  iv) I won tickets to a couples retreat but I’m not a couple, so…?

“Please, Zuko!” Katara stuck out her bottom lip, giving her best puppy dog face.

It didn’t make a dent in Zuko’s irritated expression. He sighed, faking exasperation, “Why don’t you just ask Sokka? Or Aang? Or I don’t know, anyone else?”

“Sokka has a date with Suki and Aang has a basketball tournament that weekend. Toph has a family reunion. Please, you’re one of my best friends and I really really want to go!” Katara pleaded with him again, bottom lip sticking out impossibly further.

“It’s just the beach. You can go anytime,” Zuko replied turning back to the homework he had out before him.

“But this is free. And a three day two night stay. Room included and everything!” She looked intently at him as if this was that was supposed to make him bend. He held firm though and continued to stare at the text before him.

It took another second before her face fell, and she resettled herself in the seat, hands on the table. “Look. Zuko. I never win anything. So please just go with me?” Her hopeful tone finally drew his eyes up to hers. 

He sighed. I’m not winning this one am I?

“I still don’t see why you can’t just go alone,” Zuko tried again. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go. It wasn’t. He just didn’t know how to spend a weekend with Katara and not… tell her how he felt about her.

“It’s a couples retreat, Zuko,” she said flatly, looking unamused. “I told you that already.”

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I’ve never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other, it feels like I have. It’s like … it’s like there’s only ever been Peter. Like everyone else that came before him, they were all to prepare me for this. I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you. And Peter does. He sees me, and I see him.

(listen)  l  (part two)


when the evening shadows and the stars appear
and there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
to make you feel my love.


Rare Jin Sounds: The bend over and pick up. 


Why haven’t I seen this before pls

Hello; I have this memory whenever I sing that song, where I’m walking down my old road when I’m about eight, and you know when you walk alongside a fence, like with all the bars, and you just ripple your fingers along? I can feel the sensation in my hands so vividly when I’m singing it. It’s so weird. I don’t know why, nothing special happened that day. Like I’d been at the park with my mum. And at the end of our old road was like a dump, like an actual dump where you went to, like, dump stuff you didn’t want, and I remember walking past that and there being a line of traffic of people waiting to like drop old microwaves in and I remember it so vividly.

And then, the one I read over and over: “You look pretty today. I like you in blue.”
I’ve never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other, it feels like I have.

- To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han

anonymous asked:

iwaoi + #45?

firstly, this is v gay. secondly, this got way longer than a drabble so i might do a second part or smth bc i feel like it needs some resolution woops

45 is “tell me a secret” (good prompt A+). here’s the post if anyone wants to send me more prompts. iwaoi stuff under the cut <3

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ya lit meme ten series or books [7/10]: to all the boys i’ve loved before by jenny han

Don’t let it happen to you, Lara Jean. Don’t get too serious to where things can’t go back. Be in love with Peter if you want, but be careful with your heart. Things feel like they’ll be forever, but they aren’t. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.