it has that new book smell


The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

The IMPLUSIVENESS of a middle schooler’s first kiss.
The FLEXIBILITY of a professional gymnast, constantly flipping and turning 360 degrees at a time.
The TALKATIVENESS of a child who just learned how to talk. You want to ignore them, but you can’t because they’re just so gosh darn cute. 

The CARE a teenager has towards their new phone for the first week of owning it.
The PASSIVENESS of someone who is always unaware of their surroundings, but for some reason always knows what’s happening around them.
The GENTLENESS of a shiny glass cup, one mistake and they can be broken right before your eyes.

The DRAMATICNESS of an episode of pretty much every teen drama that has been on the air for way too long.
The EGO of celebrities, always inflated and is constantly validated by others, either negatively or positively.
The GENEROSITY of a teacher that decides to give the class another day to work on a tough homework assignment. 

The PERFECTION of opening a new book and smelling that new book smell.
The INDEPENDENCE of a tall and beautiful flower blooming in field full of dull grass and dirt.
The CRITICALNESS of a Gordon Ramsay that spends his life roasting people on twitter.

The CHARISMA that Aries wishes they could have and 34 shades of more charisma on top of that. Loads of charisma.
The INDECISIVENESS of someone who really wants to text someone that they like, but doesn’t want to come across as desperate.
The PEACEFULNESS of feeling that everything is okay in life and being able to finally get a good night’s sleep.

The EVILNESS of a villain that just wants to be understood in this complicated world.
The PARANOIA of someone that’s been hurt way too many times in another life and just came out the womb guarded.
The WIT of someone who just mastered the art of sarcasm and refuses to talk any other way.

The CURIOSITY of a child wanting to know where babies come from and will not stop until they get answer.
The HONESTY of a mom that always wants to make sure that her children look as good as she does when leaving the house.
The INTERESTINGNESS of that one strange toy from 5 years ago that you found while cleaning your room the other day.

The AMBITION of a grandmother making food for her starving grandchildren on a Sunday afternoon.
The MATURITY of an adult who finally understands the concept of adulting and is pretty gosh darn good job at it.
The INTELLIGENCE of Einstein, but it may not always be used. Trust me though, it’s there. 

The STRANGENESS of your cousin that everyone thought was going to be successful, but is now a professional hipster.
The REBELLIOUSNESS of a suburban teen who just discovered rap music times one hundred.
The DETACHEDNESS of someone who has not been able to find someone that they can fully trust yet.

The CREATIVITY of doubt and security dancing together in a flame of inspiration.
The INTUITIVENESS of a good friend that always knows when you’re upset and how to cheer you up.
The COMPASSION of sweet child who just wants to make sure that everyone around them is happy.

anonymous asked:

I'm probably gonna kill myself. I don't know what else to do.

don’t kill yourself now, tomorrow, tonight, or in anytime because you are worth living with thousands of reasons to be happy, i feel bad for you in what you’ve been through but trust me these thoughts are going to fade away sooner, i love you, people around you loves you and they do appreciate you no matter what. please stay strong because there are plenty reasons to live and i’ll just list you as many as i can okay?

  • you have forever to be dead
  • for that comforting feeling when a cat finally allows you to pick them up and sticks by your side
  • life can be beautiful
  • everything will balance out
  • new music
  • books you can’t put down
  • theres still so much to discover
  • you are needed
  • sleep food
  • a hot cup of tea
  • how awesome it feels when class gets cancelled
  • kittens
  • hearing a song that has been stuck in your head all day
  • the smell of cookies in the oven
  • when your parents are proud of you
  • when your favourite song comes on the radio
  • there are beautiful places to see
  • bucket lists to complete
  • rules to break
  • art to see & create
  • to fade your scars
  • to find something you believe in
  • to help someone
  • falling asleep to rain
  • smiling at strangers
  • 7 billion people you haven’t met yet
AU where Dumbledore’s Army uses the Chamber of Secrets instead of the Room of Requirement
  • Ultimate security as Harry is the only one capable of opening it. 
  • Myrtle proudly spending her time acting as a guard/lookout. 

  • Later, Harry diligently teaching Ron, Hermione, and a few choice others, like Neville, how to mimic parseltongue so that they can open it too. 

  • Muggleborns experiencing vicious satisfaction that they’re using this chamber as a place of education and defense, reclaiming the very space Slytherin built to rid the school of their presence. 

  • Hermione methodically dismantling the basilisk’s corpse, covertly selling the priceless ingredients to potion masters, using the funds to continue their work - buying books and battle robes and new wands for those who can’t afford it. 

  • (Hermione saving a portion of those ingredients for her own research, straightening in triumph when she learns what basilisk venom does to horcruxes, knowing she has vials of it hidden up in her room). 

  • Harry reverently adding the Chamber of Secrets to the Marauder’s Map, proudly continuing his family’s work and reveling in the difference they’re making. 

  • These students - these kids - choosing to train in a dark, horrifying place that was never meant for them. Learning spells amongst shadows, growing stronger in inches of murky water, the smell of a decomposing corpse in their noses, memories of all that had happened here haunting them. They know this is what war is really like and it helps to push them forward.  
Dating Reggie Mantle would include....

Originally posted by riverdale-slut

  • Your BFF Betty not liking that you two are dating
    • You don’t care because he makes you happy
    • The rest of the gang being okay with it because they see the way he looks at you
  • Learning about the play book and getting mad because Reggie’s name is in it next to some random girl
    • Him assuring you he has changed and he only has eyes for you
  • Kevin calling you “The new Bey & Jay of Riverdale High”
  • Stealing his letterman jacket
    • Giving his jacket back after it no longer smells like him just so that he can wear it before you take it again
    • Supporting him at his football games
  • Having a special rock at Sweetwater River where you to go and just chill and sometimes more ;)
  • Reggie being big on PDA
    • make out sessions in the locker room
    • and empty classrooms
    • and the students lounge
    • and… well, everywhere else
  • Reggie pissing you off and then telling you how much he loves you
    • “I love you too, you fucker.”
  • Lots of teasing
    • Especially about your height compared to him
    • Him being very overprotective
    • Lots of cuddles
    • Hugs from behind
  • Trying to keep Reggie from picking on Jughead and failing (sometimes)
  • Him being a sweetheart to you despite being a “tough” jock
  • There would be so many pictures of each of you on the other’s phones


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What The Signs Are Made Of?

The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

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Unique AU Settings for Your Consideration

- a really sketchy thrift shop that you can only access from the alleyway 

- a submarine (bonus points: a submarine that functions as a hotel)

- A Truck Stop in Georgia

- Flower shop that is actually a drug front, but, like, also has rlly good bouquets

- A print shop that smells like ink, strawberries and doughnuts

- A haunted mansion that has been converted into a new and used bookstore. The ghosts give good book recommendations

- An abandoned office supply store

- A cottage that was was given to you by a mysterious benefactor, cottage also comes with a baby goat named Earl

- a high school auditorium at night complete with a costume attic

- A lighthouse during the apocalypse 

- A pretentious tea shop with brews that no one can pronounce

- A butterfly sanctuary

I don’t think about Harry Potter a whole lot, typically, but today I saw a video that featured Harry wearing some cool shades and I started wondering: what if Voldemort’s killing curse had struck Harry just a little lower? What if, on the first of November, 1981, the Dursleys had discovered on the doorstep their infant nephew - not with a conspicuous jagged scar, but instead with eyes the colour of electricity? How would blind Harry Potter’s life differ from the story we already know?

The first divergences are small and predictable. On his eleventh birthday, Harry’s letter from Hogwarts is written in delicate braille and the signature of Minerva McGonagall is elegantly embossed. At the Hut-on-the-Rock, the newly-revealed wizard boy is impressed not by Hagrid’s size but by the unusual depth of his voice.

Arriving at Hogwarts, we get no description of Draco Malfoy’s appearance, but instead learn the self-important scuffing sound of his footsteps, plus the fact that Crabbe and Goyle smell of old oatmeal, too much candy, and something that reminds Harry of grumpy toads.

Instead of learning “Lumos”, our blind Harry learns spells like “Oros” - which makes books and letters whisper their contents to him in their papery voices - as well as “Divinus”, which causes his wand to hum like a tuning fork the closer it gets to the object he’s thinking of.

One very notable thing has changed, however. In this world, no-one will ever tell Harry that he has his mother’s eyes. It’s hard to tell how much this changes Harry’s story; perhaps, without Lily’s eyes to stir up such emotion, Professor Snape won’t inflict Harry with the sadistic cruelty of a jealous lover - though he still treats the Potter boy with the same distance and hostility he felt towards Harry’s father, James (this, plus the acrid fumes and addling, humid vapours of the potions classrooms, continues to make the subject one of Harry’s least favourite).

With eyes that mark him as “The Boy who Lived” he may not be able to see the reflection of his desires in the Mirror of Erised, but upon placing his hand on the mirror’s cool surface Harry’s head is filled with the murmurs of familiar and comforting voices - his uncles, grandmothers, great-aunts and second cousins - and he is taken by an overwhelming sense of belonging, of being home.

Our sighted Harry always relied on the help of his friends to overcome challenges, and this remains true through the challenges to reach the Philosopher’s Stone. Hermione will still fend off the devil’s snare and solve the potion riddle, while Ron’s command over the chess board will still get the trio through the fourth chamber. Unable to see, Harry may yet be able to capture the winged key in the third chamber; instead of chasing the key like a daring snitch-seeker, he rises cautiously on his broom into the middle of the whirling, fluttering cloud and waits patiently until his keen ears distinguish the slow and clumsy flapping of the injured old key, grabbing it cleanly out of the air as it lumbers past him.

In his second year, Harry’s blindness is if anything an advantage in the fight against the basilisk, making him immune to the serpent’s petrifying gaze as he follows the sound of Fawkes’ voice to rend it through its head. (Incidentally, the repercussions of Dobby’s meddling this year will be slightly lessened, as who could blame a blind twelve-year-old for knocking over a sugared violet pudding - although the Dursleys will try - or bumping into a wall at Central Cross station?)

Professor Trelawney’s classes in third year could only be incredibly tedious for Harry, being unable to read tea leaves or see into crystal balls. What’s more, the Divination professor makes near-constant references to “blind prophets” and “third eyes”, which Harry can’t help but feel is somewhat offensive. Hermione will be very patient with Harry when they sit down to practice their astrology readings and Harry has to ask “Where are the stars, Hermione? The stars? Is Mars in the house of Jove right now? What’s the moon doing?”

With all the talk of The Grim this year, all Harry notices is the lingering ‘shaggy dog smell’ that seems to follow him around whenever he’s outside the castle.

Will a blind boy be allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Of course he will! Wizards don’t understand ‘safety’. Our Harry may not be a confident flyer, but he still has command of the Accio charm, as well as an entire stash of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products under his bed in his dormitory. Even a Hungarian Horntail can’t see you through Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, not can it smell you once you’ve detonated a few dung bombs. After being tricked into devouring an entire case of Skiving Snackboxes, any dragon is going to feel like taking the day off.

Harry doesn’t recognise Hermione at first when she attends the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum: her improved posture changes the sound of her footsteps, and her voice has taken on a new lilt and clarity after Madam Pomfrey shrunk her teeth to undo Malfoy’s hex. Masking her characteristic smells of library books and toothpaste, she carries with her the flowery scent of the cosmetic potion she put in her hair.

Harry will be incapable of seeing thestrals, even at the start of his fifth year; after hearing the clopping of hooves from his carriage and remarking that “regular, horse-drawn transport seems rather mundane for Hogwarts”, he will be drawn into a very awkward and illuminating conversation with Luna Lovegood about the nature of death.

Umbrige will be described to us not as “toad-like”, but in terms of her voice “like an indignant budgerigar stuck in an expensive vase”. Her classroom smells strongly to Harry of talcum powder and too-sweet tea, with an undertone of vinegar and hints of nightshade.

With a fragment of Tom Riddle’s soul trapped within his eyes, Harry’s visions of Voldemort are stronger than ever, and he rushes as always to confront the Death Eaters - a group of determined friends by his side - at the Ministry of Magic.

Of course this Harry will succeed in hunting down the remaining Horcruxes and tracing the paths of the Deathly Hallows. How could he not, with his magical talents, his powerful capacity for empathy and love, and the endless help of his his allies and friends?

Coming to in a spectral representation of King’s Cross Station, Harry recoils from the whimpering fragment of Voldemort’s should before being greeted by the figure of Albus Dumbledore, whom Harry recognises from his distinguished voice - like a grand old oak tree, its branches bowed under the weight of a thousand stars. Harry’s figment of Dumbledore smells like soap and gold wire, like ink, polished wood and lemon sherbets, and very faintly of kind and humble tears. Occasional wisps of the old man’s expansive beard brush past.

Harry has the same conversation with Dumbledore about life and death, about his own plans and foils, and about Voldemort. Harry is offered the same choice: to go back to the land of the living or to board a train into the beyond. Harry still chooses to return to Voldemort’s camp in the Forbidden Forest, for the sake of his friends, whom he knows and loves by sound and smell and touch.

Harry - The Boy Who Lived - the boy with eyes like lightning, duels Voldemort without ever seeing his snake-like features or the contempt and malice in his red-ringed pupils, and defeats the dark lord just as he does in the original story, because the sum of one’s strength is more than any one sense, just like a community’s strength is greater than that of any one person. Beside the skinny boy with the dark glasses held together by Spell-o-tape stand a frizzy-haired muggle girl who has read every book, two of redhead siblings from a huge and loving family, a forgetful boy raised by grandmother, a girl who still carries around a battered pair of Spectre Specs, and countless other witches and wizards who know that love, acceptance and cooperation are the most powerful magics of all.

House Aesthetics, as Written by House Members

Gryffindor [by Olga]:

Gryffindor is laughing at your jokes and not caring what others think. Gryffindor is falling in love with life every day when you wake up when the sun touches your face. Gryffindor is emptying a water bottle over your head on a hot day and not changing your wet clothes. Gryffindor is always telling the truth even if it hurts. Gryffindor is knowing that brave doesn’t mean not being afraid but doing something despite experiencing fear. Gryffindor is kissing strangers at a party. Gryffindor is blasting music and singing the lyrics wrong. Gryffindor is the strong wind playing with your hair as you’re leaning out of the window. Gryffindor is crying with the rain and screaming with the thunder. Gryffindor is the friend who takes you by the hand when you need them to. Gryffindor is staring at fireworks with wide-opened eyes. Gryffindor is stargazing with that one person and feeling eternity. Gryffindor is the smirk you give someone right before you punch them in the face. Gryffindor is the one person you’ll always remember for being loud and strong yet always there when you needed them. Gryffindor are the memories of your youth that never fade. Gryffindor is the song stuck in your head that you associate with something that happened to you when you heard it for the first time. Gryffindor is slipping into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and not getting out of them for the whole day. Gryffindor is the red and yellow leaves in Fall that rustle beneath your feet. Gryffindor is the river flowing so fast and reckless taking everything with it. Gryffindor is dancing around a fire and singing songs from old days. Gryffindor is staying up all night to talk. Gryffindor is belonging to no one and everyone at the same time. Gryffindor is running so fast that your legs hurt. Gryffindor doing without thinking and living with the consequences.

Slytherin [by Tory]:

Slytherin is hanging an old diploma that belonged to a long-deceased family member you’ve never met in a place of honor in your house. Slytherin is clutching smoke and loving the feeling of it slipping through your fingers. Slytherin is turning off all the lights in your house and letting the last glints of the setting sun peek in through your window. Slytherin is smiling and laughing and never letting on that you secretly want to hit the person you’re talking to over the head. Slytherin is weaving in and out of traffic. Slytherin is the sunlight that ripples down onto the floor below you when you’re submerged in a pool. Slytherin is sometimes lying to others, but never to yourself. Slytherin is playing up the shadows and contrast when you’re editing a picture. Slytherin is dressing up on your days off. Slytherin is expecting the very best from those around you, and yet also turning the other cheek when the ones you love hurt you. Slytherin is missing the school bus and, instead of calling a friend or family member for a ride, walking home instead. Slytherin is falling in love with historical figures. Slytherin is skimming through photo albums by the light of a fire at Christmas time. Slytherin is wanting the freedom to change your mind whenever you want, but not actually doing so. Slytherin is a Venetian mask. Slytherin is a velvet curtain on a stage. Slytherin is an instrumental music track that pulls at your heartstrings. Slytherin is a piece of refreshing mint gum. Slytherin is the pair of eyes that says much more than a mouth ever could. 

Hufflepuff [by Jinxy]:  

Hufflepuff is sweaters with fraying sleeves and fading covers. It’s skipping stones sending up ripples as they sink in a lake. It’s the last dandelion seed clinging to the stem and a half-written letter. Hufflepuff is hair escaping a braid. It’s extra buttons collected in a jar on the bookshelf. Hufflepuff is empty birdhouses and open windows. It’s a garden of sunflowers reaching for the sun. Hufflepuff is the moment of anticipation right before something exciting happens. It’s trumpet music and untied shoelaces. Hufflepuff is old, flowery wallpaper. It’s singing along to a song, but only knowing the words to the chorus. It’s waiting, but not giving up hope. Hufflepuff is the nostalgia of entering a childhood home. It’s thunderstorms. Hufflepuff is forgetting a word mid-sentence. It’s a smile hiding tears, blurred family photographs, and the kitchen in wake of cooking. Hufflepuff is glasses clinking together in toast and friends reuniting after too long apart. It’s a long exhale and the first step into a new adventure.

Ravenclaw [by Abigail]:  

Ravenclaw is the quiet patter of rain at night, leaves falling in fall, finding a geode, converse, hair falling onto the floor after being cut.  Ravenclaw is purple flower petals blowing in the wind, glitter, the smell of hot chocolate in the winter, the sound of water flowing over rocks in the creek, trying new ice cream flavors, stupid puns, new sheet music, the seat heater in the car. Ravenclaw is scribbling with a brand new pen, quiet giggles at a campfire, spinning in a dress, the new book smell, space, lavender, newly painted nails, fluffing a pillow right before bed, making a fresh cup of tea, Ravenclaw is the moment you get something perfect after working hard on it, snowflakes falling on your nose, petting a dog after a long day, a half smile, water dripping on your nose after a shower, a perfectly baked treat. Ravenclaw is catching fireflies once the night has gone completely dark, the wind in your face and hair while walking, dark lipstick, a new pair of heels, curly hair. Ravenclaw is staring up at the stars on a summer night with a friend, the feeling you get after learning something new, crazy socks, perfecting the messy bun. Ravenclaw is standing on the beach as the waves come up and hit your knees, the sound of a clock ticking, the feeling of when you just jump in without thinking. 

College Boy Part Three

Prompt: Harry wants a shot at a normal life so he attends Northeastern University, but it’s harder than he thinks. The friends he made just want fame, and the other hardly look at him. But then he meets her, Y/N, and she wants nothing to do with the a-list celebrity.

Word Count: 5532

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

You can find part one and part two below :)

Part One Part Two

Y/N was never great at opening up to anyone-not even her family. She had learned to keep to herself, that way no one could leave her, no one could take a spot in her heart only to rip it away later. All through middle school and high school she had no friends, no birthday parties, no graduation party, no sleepovers, no late night drives with anyone. At first she was upset, and she started to open up in high school, but she quickly stops when she couldn’t make any friends. It was too late, she was labeled as the weird one, the only friends she had were on Facebook.

When college first begin she promised herself it would be different, that she would try to make friends, and she did, she tried. The first week she found a nice group of people, but as the month went on she found the group chat dying and none of them ever spoke again. They waved, they smiled at each other, but none of them responded to her texts, and no one bothered to ask her to hang out. Her roommate was different, the two never bonded. Jessica went out with her friends, and when she had friends over none of them ever spoke to her. Y/N slowly learned that she was invisible, but she wasn’t invisible to him.

Okay well, at first she was invisible to him. But when Harry noticed her, he couldn’t stop noticing her. Harry found himself going to the gym at the same time as her, he would run next to her, telling her about his day. Y/N would nod, hum every once and a while to let him know she heard him, but she never really talked back. Harry would ask her questions and she would answer them but other than that she never really spoke, keeping it short and simple, and he couldn’t tell if she was still upset with him.

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imaginary friend // h.s

author’s note: A quick shoutout to @iloveyouhaz because I submitted a part of this story to her and she was kind enough to read it and give me feedback! Hope y’all enjoy! P.S: I had the song ‘Sick of Losing Soulmates’ by Dodie Clark on repeat while writing this, so give it a listen while you read! You can find it here.

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summary: Harry has an imaginary friend called Y/N

Even as a child, Harry was introverted. While the other children his age would be out and about playing, he preferred to stay in the comfort of his bedroom, spending time with his imaginary friend Y/N.

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bts members as the best little things in life

not really a reaction/scenario, just a cute lil idea i had, i hope you enjoy! -admin june


Originally posted by jjilljj

  • sitting in front of the fire on a cold day 
  • homecooked meals
  • the smell of vanilla
  • hot tea with milk
  • a really good nap
  • holding hands
  • stepping on crunchy leaves in fall
  • seeing an old friend after a long time 
  • waking up feeling refreshed
  • the perfect hug


Originally posted by notjustaphase

  • the smell and sound of rain
  • coffee made exactly the way you like it 
  • making someone smile
  • being freshly showered 
  • the silence outside the day after it snows
  • singing in the car at the top of your lungs 
  • finally understanding something in class after struggling with it
  • good dreams
  • being able to open up to someone
  • seeing a friend doing what they love


Originally posted by jhope-ah

  • sunny weather
  • dogs
  • ice cold water on a hot day
  • when someone has a nice laugh 
  • the smell of lemongrass
  • watching fireworks
  • finding a really good movie
  • that song you always have on repeat
  • juicy peaches
  • the perfect high-five


Originally posted by seokjins-wings

  • your favorite book 
  • finishing all the work you needed to get done for the day
  • laughing hysterically at small, stupid things
  • the smell of fresh linens 
  • the sound of the ocean
  • late-night heart-to-hearts 
  • the feeling after doing a good deed 
  • new pens and markers
  • art museums
  • coming home and unwinding after a long day 


Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

  • feeling your stress melt away after a long time
  • bubble baths
  • orange juice in the morning
  • cinnamon 
  • unplanned adventures 
  • impromptu photoshoots
  • trees and flowers in bloom
  • being proud of something you made
  • watching butterflies fly past
  • the stars


Originally posted by 4cyphers

  • inside jokes
  • driving with the windows down
  • sunsets
  • nostalgia
  • the smell of cookies baking in the oven
  • seeing a rainbow outside
  • crying when you need to and feeling better afterwards
  • exploring new places in your city
  • putting on pajamas
  • cuddling


Originally posted by yourpinkpill

  • dancing like nobody’s watching
  • seeing your hard work pay off
  • becoming instant friends with someone
  • waking up late on the weekend 
  • sun pouring through the windows
  • honey
  • thunderstorms
  • wishing on dandelions 
  • seeing someone’s eyes sparkle
  • friendships that never fade
The Signs As Books

Aries: Dystopian teen novel, most likely a trilogy, almost completely Hunger Games based

Taurus: Teen spy story, about 6-7 books, popular with kids aged 12-14

Gemini: Cute story about animals, quite childish

Cancer: Totally badass action novel with three movie adaptations

Leo: Sexy, dark thriller with generic characters, trilogy with a prologue

Virgo: Mythological elements set in modern day, think Percy Jackson

Libra: Coffee shop dramatic novel, aesthetic, has that new book smell

Scorpio: Thriller drama with a not-so-happy-ending

Sagittarius: Sad love story, maybe 2 books, set in a small, often remote town

Capricorn: Psychological slice of life novel, cliffhanger ending with no further sequels

Aquarius: Awfully well written Fantasy with iconic characters, the first of its time

Pisces: Not very well known slice of life story, but once read is always a favourite

,neptune in the 1st house: she has hair the colour of the ocean with starfish threaded through. her eyes are a mirror and she seams magically into every environment like a translucent liquid chameleon
neptune in the 2nd house: her hair is a waterfall and the freckles on her neck sparkle like diamonds. she is wearing a crystal around her neck and feathers on her earrings. she carries money to give to charity
neptune in the 3rd house: her eyelids are screens that play sequences of vivid fantasy. she is lost in a daze with a fringe in her eyes and a book falling out of her hands. her mind has an umbilical cord connecting it to heaven
neptune in the 4th house: she is porcelain and seems to have fractures, alone and feeling abandoned, a wanderer and roaming temple. she is barefoot and quiet, mesmerised in hypnosis and memory. her home is a sacred sanctuary
neptune in the 5th house: her eyeshadow is mist mixed with purple milkshake, and she is dressed in dazzling purple, petticoat and strawberry rouge. she sings with the birds and plays like a baby. she is walking artwork
neptune in the 6th house: her nurses uniform is blue and her heart radiates a golden glow. she is mesmerized by her coffee and wears her watch back to front. her hair smells like organic cocoa bean and her glasses are cool and quirky
neptune in the 7th house: her hair is purple and her lips are baby lavender, she blows a bubble of musky haze and allures with a bewitching moonlight. she seems captivated by the bursts of colour she can see emanating from your soul. her locket holds the whole ocean, it holds the picture of the divine
neptune in the 8th house: she holds a crystal ball in her hand and clouds of indigo analgesia crackle from her fingertips. her hair is long and black and her eyes change colours with the night sky. her phone has a reception to the underworld
neptune in the 9th house: she carries a book under her arm and a meditation mat in the other. her house smells of incense and the pages of scriptures and new age gurus. she has an accent and disappears to go on a pilgrimage
neptune in the 10th house: she floats on a cloud of fog and hallucination, she wears the cross of the savior and the wings of an angel. she is a photograph, a hologram, an idealised image, an indefinable vision
neptune in the 11th house: her halo is a radio signal that connects her to a UFO. she carries a book on astrology and wears constellations on her shirts. she has bracelets shaped like saturn rings and friends from other galaxies
neptune in the 12th house: she swims instead of walks, in a bubble with a purple mermaid tail. the contours of her body leak into the air and she soaks in and evaporates with every frequency and emotional wave. her eyes are purple and her home is ocean side

I took my parents to my favourite bookshop on thursday and as is our nature we all went a little book crazy. Among our purchase of half the bookstore’s contents was this little leather celtic sketchbook/journal that they got me for my upcoming birthday! its small and hand-bound and has textured pages and smells like a saddleshop and I’m in love with it.  

dolokhovisgay  asked:

okay so i see you're a dps fan from your about section and as u may have noticed from my url, so am i. hit me with a few anderperry headcanons for sleepover saturday? also anything else about the other characters that you want to talk about :)


  • Todd writes poetry, Neil performs it - usually with just the two of them, though
  • they often exchange jumpers, and not just for romantic reasons. their jumpers somehow fit the other better and both of them think the other smells nicer
  • the “flying desk set” becomes a tradition, sometimes they invite the others too
  • surprisingly, Knox is the first who notices their intimacy. he doesn’t tell, but his knowing smiles when he looks at the couple gives it away to the rest of the poets
  • Neil gets headaches a lot, usually because of his loud and boisterous behavior, and Todd sneaks into Welton’s kitchens and somehow manages to make the best hot chocolate and sneak it out without anyone noticing. it’s a mystery how he does it, really.
  • they leave each other small sweet notes on the typewriter
  • for example: “i hate your stupid face and can’t wait to kiss it after classes”
  • when they sleep together, Neil falls asleep first - and clings so hard that Todd has to wake him up if ever he needs the toilet
  • Todd hates all flowers apart from daisies, and Neil always makes sure to get one on his way to school from the theater
  • Neil annoys Todd when the boy is reading/studying so Todd starts writing on his face to shut him up
  • the writings usually say things like “i am annoying”
  • Neil pretends to hate them but keeps from washing that area on his skin for as longs as he can
  • they don’t kiss or have sex a lot. usually they just enjoy each other’s silent company, and it feels comfortable and they have grown into being unable to imagine themselves alone alone
  • Neil never dies

A random headcanon for each of the boys bc why not:

  • Knox is actually very good at poetry once he gets over Chris and starts writing about about better things like the cave and a certain boy named Nuwanda
  • Cameron loves chocolate. And while the boys pretend to hate him, he knows that the random chocolate bars in his pockets and bags and on his bed don’t appear out of nowhere
  • The saxophone isn’t the only instrument Charlie’s good at. He can play pretty much every string instrument known to mankind, and some occasional woodwinds here and there
  • Pitts accidentally creates a new staple snack for the boys: the nutella jam cake, which was never meant to be edible
  • Meeks actually is not good at everything, and has to take English lessons from Todd
  • Todd always lets his coffee go cold and then crashes on his books, Neil has to carry him to bed
  • Everyone thinks Neil is a natural at Latin, when in fact he stays up late just going through his books again again because he just loves the subject so much. Neil also smells of cardboard, for some reason

(also non-binary charlie dalton???? yes. canon.)

5th House - Hobbies

If the signs on your 5th House cusp is…

Aries: You are likely to enjoy anything that gives you adrenaline. Racing or any type of sport that requires a lot of energy if not any type of game that is about cars or guns. Think NFS, GTA.

Taurus: Watching movies, staying at home with your partner, shopping for pretty but practical items, probably enjoys candles or anything that smells good. 

Gemini: Very diverse interests, reading books, watching top 10 videos on youtube, learning new facts, going to social events, partying and meeting new people

Cancer: Anything that a cute grandma would do.Baking cookies, babysitting, staying at home, sewing patches or just any type of D.I.Y, the type to enjoy cuddling with 5 blankets

Leo: Likely to be in an acting class or go to singing lessons or musical instrument lessons, enjoys making art and decorating their home, loves social events and partying, probably has an interest in fashion

Virgo: They love having an organized and clean home or a work place, type to write their plans in a notebook a month ahead, usually obsessed with living a healthy lifestyle. Might work even in their free time.

Libra: Spends a lot of money on beauty products or clothes in order to look good. Likes to party. Loves fashion magazines and dressing games. The type to have the most beautiful garden as a grandma/housewife. 

Scorpio: Serial killer documentaries, listening to horror stories, browsing the Deep web(don’t do it though), Usually don’t enjoy partying but when they do, they do it hard. Love researching about forbidden topics.

Sagittarius: Travels in their free time, also likes to party and meet new people, they like to have fun and like Aries they are likely to enjoy hobbies that give them adrenaline. 

Capricorn: Free time means work, they don’t like to waste their time. The type to watch TED talks or any type of self-improvement videos or articles, Enjoy reading books or going to antique stores, love purchasing quality items.

Aquarius: Likes documentaries about anything that is a myth or a theory, are the kind of people that like to read too, want to try many dangerous things. Usually purchase anything that looks strange or the complete opposite of what is tendy right now.

Pisces: Most likely to do drugs out of all of the signs if afflicted. Otherwise are the type to stay at home, love sleepovers and inviting their friends over, .Makes art or enjoys going to galleries or museums. Have an interest in the outer-worldly.

Reasons to stay alive by Matthew Gray Gubler

-You have forever to be dead
-For that comforting feeling when a cat finally allows you to pick them up and sticks by your side
-Life can be beautiful
-Everything will balance out
-New fun album
-There’s still so much to discover
-You’re needed
-Books you can’t put down
-A hot cup of tea
-How awesome it feels when class gets canceled
-Hearing a song that has being stuck in your head all day
-The smell of cookies in the oven
-When your parents are proud of you
-When your favorite song comes on the radio
-There are beautiful places to see
-Bucket list to complete
-Rules to break
-Art to see & creat
-Lies to kiss
-To overcome more obstacles
-To fade your scars
-To find something to believe in
-To help someone
-Falling asleep to rain
-Smiling at stragers
-The sky is a beautiful vibrant color, naturally
-Baby Laughter
-7 billion people you haven’t met

arkhamhollow  asked:

Do you think the Rogues have favorite scents, like amortentia from Harry Potter?

This has been in my askbox for awhile and I finally finished my answer.


Jonathan Crane:
-Freshly baked pie
-Cigar smoke
-Old books

Edward Nygma:
-Hot chocolate
-Printer ink
-New car smell

Jervis Tetch:
-Earl grey tea

Harvey Dent:
-Hot coffee
-Clean linen
-General cooking smells

Harley Quinn:
-Hair dye

Pamela Isley:

Selina Kyle:
-Dryer sheets
-Nail polish

Waylon Jones:
-Lemon jam
-D e a t h

Oswald Cobblepot:
-Expensive cigarettes
-Salt water
-Crisp air

-Cotton candy

Aroace + Astrology Signs
  • Aquarius: rollercoaster aroace. Weekends at a theme park during summer vacation. Running from ride to ride. Laughter bright and happy filling the air. High speed rollercoasters that leave them dizzy and spinning and wanting more. Cotton candy and hotdogs and a hot summer day.
  • Pisces: rainy day aroace. Waking up and watching the raindrops against the window. Listening to the calming sound of thunder as it softly vibrates the air. Huddling under a cozy and warm blanket and just letting the noises of an early morning rainstorm wash over the world.
  • Aries: Concert aroace. Loud music filling the air. Defining in intensity. Vibration the air in waves. The pushing and pulling of a large crowd. Dancing in the middle of a mosh pit. Screaming and cheering and clapping. Light shows and lasers filling the night air.
  • Taurus: Kitchen aroace. A pot of herbs on the windowsill. The warmth of a kitchen in the middle of fall. Flower and salt and sugar spilt slightly over a kitchen counter. A rolling pin dusted and gliding over dough. A large pot of stew boiling on the stove filling the air with its rich fragrance.
  • Gemini: internet aroace. Social media and glossy magazines. Keeping up with all the latest gossip. Planned trips that are too expensive to ever go on. Big extravagant dreams that are unlikely to come true but bring joy anyway. Day dreaming at 3am and 3pm. random Accumulated knowledge that is both useless and excited. Static.
  • Cancer: arts-and-crafts aroace. The feeling of yarn between fingers. The sun pouring through an open wonder, a slight breeze ruffling the curtains. Comforting silence and the soft clink of knitting needles. Quarts stones upon a table and light reflected in a million directions spelling out a million possibilities as the world goes by.
  • Leo: Pool party aroace. Canon balls and sword fights with pool noodles. The hottest day of the year being enjoyed at the edge of a pool. Laying on a pool chair in the heat of the sun, burning because of forgotten sun screen. Jumping right into the pool to cool down and the smell of Alo afterwards with no regrets.
  • Virgo: Library aroace. The quiet corner in a library that's always free and always seems to be waiting. The smell of old books and new books. Exploring row after row of shelves to find the perfect book to read. Exploring row after row of books and grabbing any that sound even a little interesting. Sitting and reading to the soft sounds of pages turning until the sun has set.
  • Libra: Night-on-the-town aroace. Large cities and bright lights. Stumbling laughter and knowing the nights just started. Partying until 3am with half-strangers. Rich food and amazing drinks. Food trucks and food carts. Hopping from one amazing location to the next. Meeting new and interesting people along the way.
  • Scorpio: Sunset aroace. Careful and slow passing days with long sunsets. The soft warmth of the last days of summer turning into fall. Crickets and cicadas and fireflies singing and dancing through the air. A golden and bright sunset filling the sky and painting the world in orange and yellows. The comforting familiarity of home.
  • Sagittarius: Roadtrip aroace. Long drives through bright sunny days down unknown and long forgotten routes. Stopping at small hotels for afternoon naps when the sun is highest and driving through the night to watch the stars. Open roads and desert highways and a warm comforting feeling of being free. Soft music playing from the radio mostly going ignored.
  • Capricorn: Camping aroace. Driving out to the middle of the forest and pitching a tent. Hiking long distances up steep rocks just to find the best view from the top of a cliff. The sound of small streams tricking over rocks. A small campfire and roasting marshmallows to make s'mores that drip chocolate down fingers. Counting the stars.

i think that, when they’re older, when they have to spend weeks or months apart - maybe because even has to travel to shoot a film, or isak wants to go to school outside oslo - isak and even will develop a routine. even takes pictures, texts them to isak with “this reminds me of you.” a pigeon that’s trying to fly but can’t because it’s eaten too much of the birdseed that this one weird lady in a raincoat has been throwing around. a donut shaped like a dick. the sun shining through the dark clouds on a rainy day. even chooses these pictures deliberately to make isak laugh when he’s feeling down or to make him blush as he’s reminded that he’s loved, even when they’re miles apart, but honestly, every mundane thing reminds even of isak, from the gum on the bottom of his shoe to the fresh smell of a new book. it’s like he can’t get isak out of his head, no matter where he goes. isak doesn’t respond much - he shows his love more quietly, and it’s more fun to tease even about being a slave to metaphor anyway - but he can’t help smiling every time. i like to think that no matter how far they are, they’ll find their way back to each other, because there’s no other option when your home is a person who’s opened their doors so you’ll always have a place to stay.