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The angara are the only known sentient species local to the Heleus cluster. Oral histories describe how ancient angara were tribal and nomadic before settling in cities. Many of them still live in large, tight-knit families and workplaces have a guild-like organizational structure. Spirituality has a role in angaran daily life, with their calendar making space for the religious holidays of many different faiths.

Complice

Originally posted by apgujeon

Park Jimin. Hogwarts!au. 7k words. Fluff. 

↠ Unraveling the reasons to Park Jimin’s assortment into Slytherin.


Park Jimin, for lack of a better word, is magnetic. An eye catching grandeur. A brilliant meteor cutting through the dead of the night. A glitter of gold and silver. It is no exaggeration when you say you would find yourself singling him out of many other ground-swept robes, clicking heels, wand wielders. It’s not the hair, no –not the locks of fireplace or charcoal ashes, it isn’t also the distinct pitch weaving through buzzing chatters nor is it the recurring dark smoke filling the air at the back row in charms. Thinking of the reason alone sends a pang of melancholy through your veins as your mind tries to block out the patches of defiled memories almost instinctively. But the unavoidable fact of the matter is, Jimin was once your world.

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I work at a colonial era living history farm and one of our big, long-term projects has been processing the wool we sheared from our sheep back in the spring.  We had to wash, card, spin and dye the wool and now we’re finally ready to knit!  One of my coworkers made a very cozy hat using some of the different colors we were able to create from dyes like black walnut and acorn.  

Instagram: @the_artisan_bell

Socks finished! Also my new needles have arrived, the only thing I don’t like is the plastic case the come in.
I will be leaving socks aside for a while, I’m planning some new beanies and mittens designs… 

More flowers

Part 1


Today was another long and hard day. Draco isn’t exactly in a bad mood, but it could be better. When he steps into the living room, he knits his brows together on purpose, though. This is another thing Draco would never admit out loud, but this isn’t the first time he acts a little more grumpy than he actually is, to get more flowers. Merlin, is Draco Malfoy turning soft?

When Harry simply announces that dinner is ready, Draco frowns at him for real. When Harry doesn’t jump up right after dinner either, Draco glowers at him.

“Where are my flowers, Potter? You’re slacking!”

Harry snickers at that and leans back in his chair.

“Don’t get your wand in a knot. They’re already in the bedroom,” he winks.

“What?” Draco says, wide-eyed. Harry beams at him, obviously anticipating this reaction. He probably saw through Draco all those times he practically begged for flowers, with his little charade, as well.

Today, Draco doesn’t care. He heads straight into the bedroom, wondering what kind of flowers Harry got him this time. But the sight before him, when he enters the bedroom, isn’t at all what he expected. There’s no bouquet on his bedside table, but a sea of rose petals, all over the floor, on the bed… Draco doesn’t know what to say… except…

“Merlin, what were you thinking, making such a mess?”

“Oh come on, Draco! It’s romantic,” Harry says, although he does sound a little unsure. Draco snorts, to which Harry just snickers again.

“You are such a sap,” Draco mutters, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Only for you,” Harry murmurs back as he pulls Draco in an embrace and buries his face in the crook of his neck.

Draco can’t help but roll his eyes while he wraps his arms around Harry as well.

“You’re an idiot,” he mumbles into Harry’s hair.

“A lovable idiot?”

Draco barks out a laugh and pulls Harry closer.

“Unfortunately, yes. I don’t think I would be able to ever stay away from you again, even if I tried.”

“Then don’t,” Harry says, lifting his head and staring into Draco’s eyes.

“I’m not planning to,” Draco replies, wondering about the strange tone in Harry’s voice.

“Then marry m-”

Draco slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth before he can finish.

“Oh no, you don’t! What are you doing? Wait, is that what the rose petals are all about? You must be joking!”

“I’m not,” Harry mumbles against Draco’s hand.

“Ugh!” Draco withdraws his hand and steps away from Harry.

“So… you don’t want to?”

Draco can hear Harry’s disappointment loud and clear.

“You really thought being cheesy was the way to go here?” Draco asks, gesturing around the room.  

“Well…” Harry knots his hands together and bites his lip. He bows his head, clearly not wanting Draco to see how disappointed he is.

Draco rolls his eyes at his boyfriend. As much as he dislikes cheesy gestures like this, he can’t help but notice his heart is beating a lot faster all of a sudden, which makes him smile. Damn Harry and his sweet gestures.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“You better be getting me flowers as my husband as well!”

hogwarts houses & christmas asethetics

gryffindor ; slipping into coffee shops to keep out of the cold, big cozy parkas, snow ball fights - no - snow ball wars, flannel, doc martens, board games by the fire, building excessive snow forts, ugly christmas sweaters, big knit mittens, living in leggings or skinny jeans despite the cold, eating all the christmas oranges and all the baking before anyone else can, watching arthur christmas, putting up the tree on december 1st, trying to stay up all night christmas eve

ravenclaw ; reading under heavy blankets, braving the cold to take pictures of the trees when they’re perfectly dusted with snow, cashmere turtlenecks, always holding a cup of steaming tea, reading robert frost, burning candles to stay warm, mom jeans and big woolly socks, baking cinnamon buns, putting up all the fairy lights, building igloos, making paper snowflakes, watching the polar express, always cold and sleepy

hufflepuff ; oversized woolly scarves, chatting and reading by the fire, hot cocoa with heaps of whipped cream, bean boots, walks through fields of snow, baking sugar cookies, making snow angels, walking around the house with a blanket wrapped around them, always smelling like a warm vanilla candle, knitting everything, picking out christmas trees, always in holiday pyjamas, making christmas puns, planting poinsettias, watching elf over and over and over  

slytherin ; still walking around in heels like the snow and ice don’t exist, slim fitting woolen overcoats, all black everything, apparently never cold, beanies with a fur pom pom, watching the snow fall late at night, leather gloves, decorating with ivy and mistletoe, building snowmen and ice sculptures, berry lipstick stains on red starbucks cups, watching the holiday, waking up way too early christmas morning and getting up anyways

Healing

Originally posted by jishooua

Living in a close knit community has always been both a blessing and a curse. There is always someone to lean on should you ever need them and there is never a community event where you are left alone for lack of acquaintances but it seems that everyone knows absolutely everything about you, your family, and your life history. For every concerned neighbor and helping hand, there is also a prying eye and an open ear.

Another thing that could be considered both a blessing and a curse is be the community gatherings. Having such a close knit community means that block parties, holiday parties, and birthday parties are nearly weekly occurrences and always mean a large turnout. They also mean that you have no choice but to show up or your family will face the constant questions about your whereabouts.

When you left for college, you thought that you could leave these parties behind. You don’t hate them, they’re fine, but you’ve never been fond of large crowds and noise. Unfortunately, these community events always consist of both. You thought that because you were hours away, living your life and studying, you would have a reasonable enough excuse to miss them.

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  • Other zombie media: The world is a dark and ugly place. Not much hope left. Can't even trust your own family. We're all murdering and cannibalizing each other. Humanity is doomed.
  • Zombies, Run!: We built a safe town on a little farm in the U.K.! :) Everyone who works hard is welcome to live here. :) Knitting club is on Wednesdays and sometimes we have parties! Our friendly neighbors who live in a nearby castle have art therapy and creative writing classes to deal with their trauma. Sure, things are bad sometimes and people die occasionally, but we can get through anything if we stick together! But if you mess with us in any way, you will seriously suffer. :) :) :) I'm sure you won't mess with us. Who wants to play Demons and Darkness?!