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B E A U T Y Altar S E T U P

How to set up a Beauty Altar

A Beauty Altar is a good way to bring positive and pure energy into your space and display your craft items. Aphrodite devotees can also include a statue or representation of Aphrodite.

What to put on your Altar:

✨ Gemstones and crystals like Rose Quartz, Clear Quartz, Amethyst, Aquamarine, Green Calcite, Aventurine, Jade and Opalite.

✨ White Feathers

✨Flowers such as roses, lavender and hibiscus

✨ Herbs like rosemary, thyme and sage

✨ Your favorite jewelry and enchanted jewelry.

✨Sea shells and pearls to remind you of Aphrodite

✨ Candles in one corner to represent fire

✨ Moon Water in one corner to represent Water

✨ A shell in one corner to represent Earth

✨ A shell in one corner to represent the Air you hear when you put it to your ear

✨ A trinket box to house your jewelry

✨ A pitcher or container of sea water

✨A bowl for flowers, crystals or important items

✨ Beauty products or potions you’ve made yourself

✨ Your favorite scent or perfume

Color schemes that are good to work with is pinks, blues, silvers, golds and soft greens. An altar cloth in one of these colors or silver platter makes a good base.

Make some magic!

🦋💧Aphroditiful💧🦋

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Thorin must have found out about your feelings for him from Fili, as you had confided in Fili a week earlier, explaining that you had been in love with the Dwarf King now since just after you had joined his Company to re-take Erebor. They had found you wondering on the Road just before reaching Beorn’s house. But your past was something, for the most part, you had kept to yourself. You were a human woman, and that was all you wanted any of them to know. 

You had been welcomed with open arms into the kingdom of Erebor once Thorin had been crowned, and took on cooking and cleaning duties. However, your close friendships with Fili and Kill meant that sometimes your work did not take precedence as it should have and you found yourself under fire by the main cook. 

One afternoon and Thorin summoned you to the main council chamber where he had just finished a series of meetings for the day. He smiled as you knocked on the door and let yourself in. “Good afternoon,” he said, pulling out a seat for you just across the table from himself. 

You felt fluttering in your stomach at the sight of him, that form you had been attracted to strongly since you first met. His blue gaze met yours and you couldn’t help but look down, feeling inferior to him. 

“I feel that I must address something which has come to my attention,” Thorin told you. “Fili has let it known you that you…have feelings for me. Is this true?” 

Damn Fili! You knew it was him. You had even asked him to promise to keep your feelings secret. 

“I wished he had of not said anything,” you replied, feeling a surge of heat hit your cheeks. 

He whispered your name, wanting you to look up at him. “You are chasing after something that I cannot give you. I am much…older than you, and my duties take priority at the moment with re-building, and my heart…would not be in it.” 

“You don’t have to go any further,” you told him, putting your hand up for emphasis. The room seemed to have suddenly become so much smaller, threatening to consume you. “I understand.” You couldn’t bear to here any more from him; he didn’t love you and his status of King would always mean more to him than you. 

“I am sorry,” he replied. 

“No, you’re not,” you spat impulsively. 

Thorin remained silent as you shot out of the door, breaking your heart as you raced down the hallway to your bed chamber. The door was slammed behind you as you got there, and you remained inside for two days. All you did was cry, sleep and look at yourself in the mirror, wondering what you could do to make yourself more worthy of Thorin. Maybe you needed to lose weight, be prettier, be funnier. Surely he would take a Queen at some point, and you would be forced to watch it unfold before your eyes, seeing the man you loved in the arms of another. 

After a further three days, you came back to your room after your duties to find a piece of parchment on the floor of your chamber. You opened the folded paper which had been slid under your door, only to see the beautiful handwriting of Thorin. 

My dear one, 

I ask that you will join me for dinner in my bed chamber at night fall. I must explain myself to you. I cannot allow things to remain the way they are between us. I eagerly await your arrival. 

Thorin

Dear one? How dare he call you that! You wanted to tear the parchment up and throw it in his face at the sheer cheek for calling you such a name. Your heart was shattered and you found it hard to breathe, knowing that you would never be in his arms. 

But you did as requested and went along to his chambers anyway, waiting with baited breath to see what he had to explain. Probably more rubbish which just shadowed the fact that he didn’t love you and never would. 

You knocked on the door, and waited for him to answer. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and then the lock slid across the door with a loud thud. He was so magnificent standing before you; those piercing eyes, that raven hair which had silver strands running through it, his heavenly lips which were slightly hidden beneath a well trimmed beard. 

You walked inside, keeping your hands locked together in front of you and took a brief look around the room at the many tapestries on the walls and the fur covered four-poster bed that you would never share with him. Thorin pulled one of two chairs out from beneath a finely carved table. On the table were trays of hot food and tumblers of wine and ales. 

“Why have you called me here, Thorin? You made it clear…” you argued, not even sitting down. 

“No, I did not make myself clear,” he snapped. “I need to be honest with you. Please sit.” You responded to his request with a sigh, wanting to appear angry in front of him to cover your hurt. 

Thorin looked down, ashamed. Then he looked back up at you. “I should have told you the truth and not tried to hide behind the most painful lie I have ever had to tell. I have been in agony these last days, knowing that I was denying my feelings. Dwarves are led by their hearts and their instincts, and I was forcing myself to go against that. And it was crippling.” Thorin’s hand slipped across the table and rested around yours, picking it up gently. Tears welled in the King’s eyes. “I have not been able to live with myself.” 

Your floodgates opened and you let your fingers lock around Thorin’s and he gripped your hand tighter, putting it to his face. 

“But we cannot be, my love,” he said, closing his eyes. “You deserve someone who will be young for you, able to…”

“I don’t want anyone else, Thorin,” you told him. 

He looked at you, tears falling down his cheeks. “You need someone like my nephews. Fili would be a better match for you…”

“I don’t want Fili!” you argued. “Maybe you don’t want me enough…I should just leave Erebor. I can’t stay.”

“Do you think I would rest? Knowing you are out in the wild by yourself?”“But I won’t be by myself. I’ll live in Dale and help with rebuilding." 

"I would need to have word every day that you are safe and happy." 

"There is only one future that would make me truly happy. What would you have me do? I can’t stay here and be tortured by these feelings of not having you, but knowing you feel the same.” You began to sob “I can’t stay here…let me go.”

“I cannot let you out of my sight. If we bind ourselves together there is no turning back. Once I have given myself to you, and you to me, we are sealed as one. I do not want you to regret your choice in me.” 

You got up from the chair, never taking your eyes from Thorin’s and straddled him. He groaned as you placed yourself on his lap. “Regret would never, ever be a part of this. I don’t want you so I can take your money or have power. You being King doesn’t hold sway over my feelings. I would love you as much if you had no title.“ Your voice was insistent as you argued your feelings. 

Thorin smiled. "That I am certain, my love. I know our love is pure. But you deserve someone who is young, and who will help you enjoy life. Are you sure this is what you want?” 

Your gaze never broke from his and you leaned forward. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” 

You kissed, your bodies sinking into each other. And that night you bound your bodies together, making love passionately. It was slow, deep, tender and intense. Thorin kept telling you he loved you as he kissed down your body and his tongue delved into all the right places. Your bodies rocked together in a rhythm, synced, and kept on going way into the night.

svt as autumn things
  • s.coups: tfw u think ur brave enough for a haunted house only to leave with shaking legs
  • jeonghan: finally being able to drink hot beverages only to have them burn ur tongue;;; A+ flavor tho :^D
  • joshua: sweater weather man yessss every pattern every knit but not super thick yet
  • jun: those windy nights and days that literally blow u away hehehehe :^)
  • hoshi: crackling fires!!! jumping and leaping finding every piece of wood so it can grow bigger and bigger
  • wonwoo: long, heavy rainstorms that make you stay inside but they help you refresh your mind and calm your soul
  • woozi: leaves changing colors from green to red, orange, yellow and falling gracefully to the ground
  • dk: festive music and food being hyped way too early in the season but honestly it's not thattt much of a bad thing
  • mingyu: accidentally stepping in a puddle n ruining ur fave socks :^(( dw the washing machine saved them!!
  • the8: morning fog!! everything look mystical and surreal a definite mood maker for the early hours
  • seungkwan: remembering to finally bring an umbrella with you on a very rainy day
  • vernon: the weird fall obsession with pumpkins??? i really;;; don't know why this squash in particular
  • chan: stepping on every crunchy leaf on the street every leaf you miss is a lost opportunity!!

A person/your loved one collapses and lays convulsing on the ground…

  • Any time wasted in praying for them…delays the time that first responders can arrive and start medical procedures…and increases the chances that they will die…

Because you pray daily for your loved one’s divine protection…you are ignorant of/oblivious to/foolishly disregard…early symptoms of melanoma…

  • Praying for them…gives you complacency/a false sense of security…to the point you delay seeking professional advice…and the early start of medical procedures…and so increases the chances that they will die…

Because you prayed for you and your house to be spared the destruction of nearby forest fires/hurricanes/flooding…and you were (randomly) spared (in no way connected to you praying, as others who similarly prayed, were not spared)…you ignorantly conclude that some god is specially protecting you…and so do nothing to pressure government to reduce greenhouse emissions…and completely disregard the early symptoms of destructive/worsening climate change…

  • Praying…gives you complacency/a false sense of security…to the point you delay following the consensus of professional advice…and do not follow the recommended remedies…and so increase the chances that you will be destroyed by destructive climate incidents…some time in the near future…

Because you prayed for your nation’s divine protection…and superstitiously relied on “in god we trust” printed on your currency…you foolishly cheered on your crazy leaders when they blustered and threatened others of nuclear annihilation…oblivious to your own country’s vulnerabilities…because you ignorantly conclude that some god was specially protecting you…

  • Praying…gives a believer complacency/a false sense of security…to the point religious government leaders avoid professional national security briefings/advice…or follow their informed strategies…and so increases the chances that we will all be destroyed by nuclear fallout…some time in the near future…
ASK AWAY

1. What is you middle name?
2. How old are you?
3. When is your birthday?
4. What is your zodiac sign?
5. What is your favorite color?
6. What’s your lucky number?
7. Do you have any pets?
8. Where are you from?
9. How tall are you?
10. What shoe size are you?
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
12. What was your last dream about?
13. What talents do you have?
14. Are you psychic in any way?
15. Favorite song?
16. Favorite movie?
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
18. Do you want children?
19. Do you want a church wedding?
20. Are you religious?
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
24. Baths or showers?
25. What color socks are you wearing?
26. Have you ever been famous?
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
28. What type of music do you like?
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
32. How big is your house?
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
35. Have you ever tried archery?
36. Favorite clean word?
37. Favorite swear word?
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
39. Do you have any scars?
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
41. Are you a good liar?
42. Are you a good judge of character?
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
44. Do you have a strong accent?
45. What is your favorite accent?
46. What is your personality type?
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
48. Can you curl your tongue?
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
50. Left or right handed?
51. Are you scared of spiders?
52. Favorite food?
53. Favorite foreign food?
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
55. Most used phrased?
56. Most used word?
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
58. Do you have much of an ego?
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
60. Do you talk to yourself?
61. Do you sing to yourself?
62. Are you a good singer?
63. Biggest Fear?
64. Are you a gossip?
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
66. Do you like long or short hair?
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
68. Favorite school subject?
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
71. What makes you nervous?
72. Are you scared of the dark?
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
74. Are you ticklish?
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
77. Have you ever drank underage?
78. Have you ever done drugs?
79. Who was your first real crush?
80. How many piercings do you have?
81. Can you roll your Rs?“
82. How fast can you type?
83. How fast can you run?
84. What color is your hair?
85. What color is your eyes?
86. What are you allergic to?
87. Do you keep a journal?
88. What do your parents do?
89. Do you like your age?
90. What makes you angry?
91. Do you like your own name?
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
94. What are you strengths?
95. What are your weaknesses?
96. How did you get your name?
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
98. Do you have any scars?
99. Color of your bedspread?
100. Color of your room?

When Witches Watch Ghost Shows

“That’s…That’s not how Ouija boards work. And the apps are not a reliable indicator of activity because their shit is randomly generated.”

“Why are you ASKING the tiny mysterious child to come in and play? Are you fucking stupid?”

“Why is it white people? Why do these shows almost always feature random white middle-America fluffheads without the sense God gave a goose? Is it because they do dumb shit more often or because POC families are quicker to recognize spirit bullshit and move the hell out?“

“-blink- Lady, that is NOT the 91st Psalm.”

“Wait, so you saw random geometric symbols doodled in a closet and you automatically thought OMG SATANIC? What kind of ignorant jackass….”

“RECREATIONAL TAROT CARD READING DOES NOT RANDOMLY SUMMON SPIRITS, YOU USELESS CARDBOARD SUBMARINE!”

“Since when is divination the same as spirit-summoning? What is this bullshit? Read a goddamn book, people, holy crap.”

“No no no, you can’t just set herbs on fire and think that’s it. You have to put some oomph behind it and claim your space. Holy shit, if you can’t use the sage properly, put it the fuck down.”

“You moved into a house that the realtor was literally afraid to walk around in, did you think there was no REASON for that!?”

“Oh you ignored your wife and kids being terrified cause you’re skeptical of spirits, mister big tough man? How’d that work out for ya? Thrown down the stairs you say? Gee, that’s rough.”

“Why does NOBODY listen to their kids when they say they see weird shit!?”

-the second anybody mentions Zozo- “OH MY GOD. OH. MY. GOD. OH MY. GOD OH MY GOD. OHHHH MY GOD.”

“Ohhh yes, there was a witch who lived in the house once. Totally the cause of your haunting because we all know that the only thing witches do is sit around and summon evil spirits. Much wicked. Very scare. Wow.”

“Yanno, witches aren’t automatically evil and hauntings can be nasty without being demonic. Your fundie financial backers are showing.”

“Listen, numb nuts, surfing the internet to find out what’s clomping around your house at night is kind of like going to WebMD to figure out why you have a stomachache. The answer you find is always going to be way more dire than what’s actually going on. Sheesh.”

“Oh my fuckin life….I need more wine.”

Saturn in Fire signs
People with their Saturn in a Fire sign (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) might have a fear of self-expression and assertion. What we see in people with their Saturn in a Fire sign is that they may hold back from showing their spontaneity and energy. But what Saturn does is help the individual use their energy for good and not for recklessness. People with their Saturn in a Fire sign must learn to not doubt themselves because Saturn isn’t here to restrict them, but to help them step back and realize that their actions indeed do have consequences.

Saturn in Earth signs
People with their Saturn in an Earth sign (Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn) might have a fear of change and letting go. What we see in those who have Saturn in an Earth sign is that they are too grounded and too hard headed to accept change. These people usually understand the pain of letting go and so they fear experiencing that pain, maybe chaos, all over again. People with their Saturn in an Earth sign must learn to realize that life is ever-changing and nothing stays the same. They must learn to accept transformation all the while still remaining calm, grounded and secure.

Saturn in Air signs
People with their Saturn in an Air sign (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius) might have a fear of being made a fool of. What we see with people who have Saturn in an Air sign is that they may be a little awkward and tongue-tied at social settings. Feelings of insecurity, isolation and possibly loneliness can stem from these Saturn signs, but one thing they refuse to be seen as: dumb. People with their Saturn in an Air sign must learn how to think and communicate without thinking so negatively of themselves and to stop doubting themselves because they have so much to offer.

Saturn in Water signs
People with their Saturn in a Water sign (Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces) might have a fear of showing a raw side of them; usually emotions. What we see with people who have Saturn in a Water sign is that maybe once they were emotional, a little too emotional and were scolded or shut down because of it. They start to hold back from truly expressing themselves or showing empathy or any kind of sentiment. People with their Saturn in a Water sign must learn that showing emotions, being able to really express yourself is completely normal and it frees you.

Ask Me...

1. What is you middle name?
2. How old are you?
3. When is your birthday?
4. What is your zodiac sign?
5. What is your favorite color?
6. What’s your lucky number?
7. Do you have any pets?
8. Where are you from?
9. How tall are you?
10. What shoe size are you?
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
12. What was your last dream about?
13. What talents do you have?
14. Are you psychic in any way?
15. Favorite song?
16. Favorite movie?
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
18. Do you want children?
19. Do you want a church wedding?
20. Are you religious?
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
24. Baths or showers?
25. What color socks are you wearing?
26. Have you ever been famous?
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
28. What type of music do you like?
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
32. How big is your house?
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
35. Have you ever tried archery?
36. Favorite clean word?
37. Favorite swear word?
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
39. Do you have any scars?
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
41. Are you a good liar?
42. Are you a good judge of character?
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
44. Do you have a strong accent?
45. What is your favorite accent?
46. What is your personality type?
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
48. Can you curl your tongue?
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
50. Left or right handed?
51. Are you scared of spiders?
52. Favorite food?
53. Favorite foreign food?
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
55. Most used phrased?
56. Most used word?
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
58. Do you have much of an ego?
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
60. Do you talk to yourself?
61. Do you sing to yourself?
62. Are you a good singer?
63. Biggest Fear?
64. Are you a gossip?
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
66. Do you like long or short hair?
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
68. Favorite school subject?
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
71. What makes you nervous?
72. Are you scared of the dark?
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
74. Are you ticklish?
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
77. Have you ever drank underage?
78. Have you ever done drugs?
79. Who was your first real crush?
80. How many piercings do you have?
81. Can you roll your Rs?“
82. How fast can you type?
83. How fast can you run?
84. What color is your hair?
85. What color is your eyes?
86. What are you allergic to?
87. Do you keep a journal?
88. What do your parents do?
89. Do you like your age?
90. What makes you angry?
91. Do you like your own name?
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
94. What are you strengths?
95. What are your weaknesses?
96. How did you get your name?
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
98. Do you have any scars?
99. Color of your bedspread?
100. Color of your room?

Landlord is jealous of my income, raises my rent $500. I screw him years later for $20k.

All names have been changed. Long story:

In the late ‘90s wife and I were just married, just getting started, and we decided to DINK (“double income, no kids”) it for a few years to save up for a down payment on a house.

The dotcom bubble was still rising and I was a newly minted software developer. I had an entry-level job for a while and then got recruited to a new city and a new job that paid 3x what I was making before. It was an offer too good to pass up. I ran the numbers and it was a no-brainer: by living frugally and saving my entire salary, living off just her income, we would easily have enough in a year to put 20% down payment on a new house.

We rented an apartment in the new city that was listed for $950/mo. The landlord was a real estate agent who owned a two-bedroom condo as an investment property. Let’s call him “Hank Wazowski”. Hank was a thin, gray, no-nonsense guy. He was pleasant enough, but perfunctory, dry, and had no sense of humor. He made a point of explaining that under no circumstances was he responsible for maintaining the garbage disposal and that it was NOT included in the rental agreement and he would not be responsible for fixing it were it to break. Um, ok.

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Shit my wife has said to the cat, part 5

- I was going to say “a plight upon your house,” Miss Kitty, but then I realized I am your house.

- I swear Miss Kitty you get five feet within my sphere you little shit fuck, guardian spirits will come and rip you apart.

- OH MY GOD. Fire. Brimstone! That’s what’s coming to sinners like you, you’re so fucking cute, fuck! I’m LASHING OUT.

- There’s my fat boy!!!! HOLD UP! We’ve got a situation here. (goes to get treats)

- I’m not going to pet you very long because you’re a sociopath. You lure them in with charm and then you slaughter them with nails. Sharp nails.

- What’s this one? Chicken Dinner in gravy! And the ‘in gravy’ is italicized so you know it’s gourmet, you little shit!

- No, no. You’re going to sit your ass down on this floor and we are going to play with this motherfucking bell ball, you bastard.

- Miss Kitty, are you aware that you are a cat? (to me) She’s absorbing the news. (thoughtful pause). There, you’re coming to grips with it now, aren’t you, Miss Kitty?

- You were made by a great, dark, wizard dollmaker, back in Mother Russia. And he called you… “Russian Blue.” And one day, you may find that your clockwork heart– oh no…. (looks at me) she’s typing this.

- You gotta do something about your face, buddy. It’s like… 95 percent on-party.

- You’re on your own now, you barbarian.

- Don’t look at me with that cute face! Don’t flash it around like a VIP ticket to my side of the bed!

- WHY do you always hold your paws as if you’re holding an opera fan? “Oh dear! I’ve got the vapors!” (sees me typing). No, they can’t see his paws. They don’t know he’s the queen of the opera, singing his song to the rafters. He does not know that the audience has long since left him…

- LIE BACK DOWN I MADE YOU AN OPERA FAN.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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When Jon asked Melisandre to not resurrect him, because he would come back into a world, where Sansa is no longer alive, where she killed herself, because he failed her.

↳ “I am ordering you not to bring me back.“

“ACTORS DO THIS KIND OF STUFF WITHOUT GETTING TURNED ON, THIS SHOWS HOW PROFESSIONAL THEY ARE”

Bullshit, are you kidding me? I’m pretty sure that friction between their bodies, and how close their intimates parts were woke up a lot of things…for real i’m still wondering how they can manage to do this without feeling a single nerve sending you pleasure/excitation to your whole body and when the director says “cut” just pretend that nothing happened, yeah, sure jan. After looking at the second gif for the 100th time now (i’m not a pervert i just can’t believe this happened) I can’t stop thinking how real this looks… I’m maybe wrong but OH MY GOD you just have to look at these gifs of boatsex for a long time to realize that this goes beyond of just “acting”.

Gif Credit

This idea was stuck in my head for a long time… Like, for a year? I mean, I still didn’t find the best way to pull it off, but I felt a sudden urge to roughly color the sketch and complete the drawing… They say, go with the flow, right?
FYI it makes a veeeeery nice wallpaper (๑꒪▿꒪)*

mum

Sirius Black had always traveled to King’s Cross with incredible joy in his heart knowing that he wouldn’t have to return to Grimmauld Place, 12 for several months and that he wouldn’t see his family for a very long time. This was the first time Sirius had trouble getting out of his bed on 1st of September. He didn’t know how to explain it but it felt like a hippogriff was sitting on his chest making it hard to breathe.

“Padfoot,” sighed James. “If you make me miss the train, I will steal all of Remus’ chocolate and blame it on you and he will believe me.”

“Idunwanowunintmmawf,” said Sirius into his pillow. 

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I don’t want to run into my mother,” he replied sitting up realising he didn’t have the strength to deal with James Potter at the moment. 

“We will move quickly and we won’t see even a string of her hair,” smiled James. “That’s a promise, Pads.”

“But she will see us Prongs,” mumbled Sirius looking like a lost puppy. “That bitch has her ways, she always finds me and Regulus in the crowd.”

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous and get out of the bed” ordered James in return as he attempted carrying his trunk down the stairs for a second. “MUUUUUM can I locomotor my trunk dooooownn?”

“NO,” said Euphemia sternly from downstairs. “You’ll carry it down James and so will Sirius.”

“But muuuum-”

“James, dear, you are sixteen years old,” explained his mum like she was talking to a small child to make sure he doesn’t set the house on fire. “Stop acting like you are four or that girl you like so much won’t even look your way let alone like you. Independent women like grown men, not needy children.”

Euphemia Potter had a way with her son, she knew where all of his buttons were and how to push them just right because James Potter and his trunk were downstairs the Muggle way in a minute after the pep talk she had given. 

The breakfast was calmer than usual with Fleamont being at work and Sirius acting like he is half dead. When they were completely ready to floo themselves to the train station, Euphemia put her hand softly on Sirius’ shoulder, a kind of touch he wasn’t still used to after almost two months.

“Sirius,” began Euphemia. “What’s wrong? You know you can talk to me.”

“I just really don’t want to run into my mother,” confessed Sirius. “I’m scared of what she might do to you.”

James shook his head in disbelief, he found it hard to understand the irrational fear Sirius had. He knew Walburga was one disturbed woman but he also knew his mother shouldn’t be underestimated.

“Walburga should be scared of running into me,” said Euphemia half jokingly but James knew what would happen if they were to run into that woman. “I can handle him dear.”

Sirius nodded as convincingly as he could before he grabbed floo powder from the porcelain bowl standing next to the marble fireplace.

“King’s Cross,” he said clearly and he was gone with the green flames in seconds.

It didn’t take long for James and his mum to come with the flames. They hurried towards the Platform 9 ¾ with their trolleys and James ran face first into the wall just to disappear into thin air and then Euphemia and Sirius ran to the other side of the wall as well. 

Hogwarts Express was standing with all it’s crimson glory waiting for the students to get in to take them to Hogwarts. The three of them walked hastily to where the Marauders’ compartment was. They stood in front of the door to say their goodbyes.

“Be good,” said Euphemia. “I don’t want any letters from Minerva this year James.”

“Mum, you know I can’t promise anything.”

“Where did I go wrong while raising you?” she asked curiously. “Don’t answer that.”

“Sirius, write to me whenever you feel like it,” she reminded. “I’ll be expecting you home for Christmas, alright?”

“Yes, mum,” said Sirius and choked on his words almost instantly as a warm smile formed on Euphemia’s lips and James’ eyes lit up like they were fairy lights.

“Tsk tsk, Sirius,” came Walburga’s cold voice behind them. “We shouldn’t call blood traitors who didn’t give birth to us ‘mum’.”

It seemed like Sirius had shrunk in size as Euphemia stepped in front of him protectively.

“Tsk tsk Walburga,” she repeated. “We shouldn’t eavesdrop on conversations that aren’t ours and give opinions that no one asked for. He can call me ‘mum’ whenever he wants to, seeing that his actual mother is not available at the moment.”

Walburga made an attempt to grab Sirius by the wrist but Euphemia was agile for her age and she was holding onto Sirius’ wrist like he would die if she let go.

“You won’t touch my son and I’m not talking about James.”

“I suggest you stay out of this Euphemia, this is none of your business.”

“Oh, you made it my business when this boy showed up in my living room, barely breathing,” shot back Euphemia with all the rage that had been building up in her. Sirius was hiding behind her, careful not to catch Walburga’s piercing eyes.

“You are exaggerating,” she replied. “Nothing wrong with a little tough love.”

“I know an Unforgivable Curse when I see one Walburga,” she hissed just loud enough for people around them to hear, Walburga was turning purple with anger. “If I could, I would take Regulus from you, too, before he ends up dead from your tough love.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?”

“The same way you dare torture your children Walburga,” she said without blinking. “Now let go of my wrist and stay away from my sons.”

Sirius was trembling behind Euphemia who was standing like she was the queen of the universe, she didn’t move until Walburga Black turned around and left. 

“I told you I could handle her,” she said with a reassuring smile and caressed Sirius’ cheek softly. Sirius noticed the marks on Euphemia’s wrist then, burn marks like the long boney fingers of his mother. “As long as you got me, she can never come close to you and know that there’s nothing wrong with you calling me mum. Anyone would be proud to have you as a son and I am, too.”

“I- I can heal that if y-you want m-mum,” said Sirius, his voice shaking with the weight he was feeling on his shoulders. “I’ve- I’ve gotten pretty g-good with h-healing charms.”

“No Sirius, I can fix it. You forget you are not allowed to practice magic outside of Hogwarts,” she reminded and laughed a little. “It’s funny that a woman of her age is unable to control her magic like a toddler.”

Sirius’ eyes were still fixed on Euphemia’s thin wrist, his eyes filling up with the anger and sadness he was feeling. He lifted his eyes just a little to give a guilty look to James and saw his best friend smiling warmly down at him, he didn’t hide his pity but he didn’t have to. James always found it rather unlucky that Sirius ended up in such a messy family and never lied about how he felt about that situation, his pity was because he cared.

“Mum’s a big girl mate,” he said like he knew Sirius was about to spiral down and he needed someone to say something, anything. “She can take care of herself.”

“He is right, love,” nodded Euphemia. “Now, off you go, we don’t want you to miss the train because of something as unimportant and miserable as Walburga.”

“Just call her a bitch, mum.”

“James Fleamont Potter,” began Euphemia as she jokingly flicked her son’s arm. “You kiss me with that mouth and you will stop saying that word, even though some people deserve it, or so help me Merlin I’ll ground you until the end of time.”

“Okay, okay,” surrendered James. “I’ll just call her a goblin.”

“That’s my boy,” she replied and the spark came back to Sirius’ grey eyes. Euphemia hugged both of them and gave them loud kisses before she pushed them towards the train. “Don’t forget to write to me when you get there.”

“Sure, mum,” said Sirius with a grin before he was dragged away by an over eager James.

concept playlists

all your work is due tomorrow and you put on flip flops, leaving the house, walking around the street just to get away from your looming deadlines, you stand on the fire hydrant, you hit the street signs, just anything so that the weekend won’t be over and you don’t have to walk back inside where you feel the strain of the past being gone

your dad is driving you to the lego store on a strangely humid night just because he can, when you look in the rear view mirror the headlights look like wolves’s eyes and you can feel them chasing you

you’re a mermaid sitting on the bottom of the ocean, watching sea green jelly seep out from the cuts on your skin as you cry air tears and choke on the salty water you breathe, the world seems to move in waves

you’re in sixth or seventh grade and you can feel your childhood come to an end as you run around behind your gymnastics building, there’s another two hours before you can leave but the sky is getting dark and you can’t breathe from running so much, your muscles ache and you aren’t wearing shoes on the gravel and woodchips, it’s not going to stay like this because you feel like you’ve been here forever, every wednesday afternoon spent waiting for the wednesday afternoons where it’s warm enough you don’t have to face fog’s bite as you run

trying to catch a bus and having to run past a burger king that plays classical music to scare away homeless people, seeing a familiar perfume ad up in the air, the size of the commercial buildings on the ground, catching your bus next to an empty theater, trying to recover from losing a hit musical to LA, and now you’ll get home 20 minutes later

15 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,299

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as mental health deterioration & grief, smut, injury recovery, violence, death, blood & gore and dead bodies

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