I remember reading something on here a long time ago where a person said Scorpios don’t let their partner win when they play games together (like Mario Kart for example, those kinds of games) and it’s true because my boyfriend has not let me win in Scrabble. He’s currently on like an 11-game winning streak and won’t go easy on me AT ALL, like he never gets tired of winning omfg and it’s an intense combination because my tenacious Cancer Sun/Aries Moon energy won’t allow me to give up, like we both have that drive to win and it gets so competitive I love it

Smol doodle dump featuring mostly Splotsh and her interactions with some of my characters \o/ Her and Brennan are friends, but they also kissed twice (albeit she only remembers one of those times lol) and Yanna is her older sister, who likes to, once in a blue moon, rustle Splotsh in the depths of her closet lol Anyways, Sploosh belongs to @tyriansaladbar, who is rad as heck friend, and I don’t deserve him, man ;A;


I’m a homebody. I love to stay in at night, light a fire, have a whiskey and watch a movie or read a good book. People forget about books. They’re always just turning on the television, but reading a good book is the most nourishing thing you can do. (x)


And here it was, beside the lake, reflected in the dark waters. The white marble tomb, an unnecessary blot on the familiar landscape. He felt again that rush of controlled euphoria, that heady sense of purpose in destruction. He raised the old yew wand: How fitting that this would be its last great act.
The tomb split open from head to foot. The shrouded figure was as long as thin as it had been in life. He raised the wand again. The wrappings fell open. The face was translucent, pale, sunken, yet almost perfectly preserved. They had left his spectacles on the crooked nose: He felt amused derision. Dumbledore’s hands were folded upon his chest, and there it lay, clutched beneath them, buried with him.
Had the old fool imagined that marble or death would protect the wand? Had he thought that the Dark Lord would be scared to violate his tomb? The spiderlike hand swooped and pulled the wand from Dumbledore’s grasp, and as he took it, a shower of sparks flew from its tip, sparkling over the corpse of its last owner, ready to serve a new master at last.