school satchels

anonymous asked:

hi! do you think you could maybe possible perhaps write a soulmate!au? pretty pretty please?? (if you do - thanks, and if you don't - thanks for all of your other fics)

i heard you were looking like the moon

a/n: i decided to go with the ‘you don’t see colour until your soulmate touches you’ au. thank you so much for this anon, and i hope you enjoy it

She’s seven when she decides that the colour she’s most excited to see is purple. She’s watching a documentary with Petunia, sprawled on the carpet in their mediocre, three-bedroom house, watching the TV, enthralled. There are a pair of pretty people, holding hands, gravitational, lovely, and utterly in love. They are describing colour with a glistening film swept across their eyes, tainted by disdain, this supercilious disposition that colour is some kind of buried treasure, open only to those who are a part of some exclusive club where partners and couples clutch at each others’ hands like an anchor dropped in a bed of sand. The delight of love in someone else. It makes her heart race. But it is not this that upsets her. It is Ethel, the near 70-year-old lady on the screen, who lost her husband. She had spent 50 years with colour. And then it was lost.

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Photographer David Corio recalls, “This was the first hard rock concert I had ever been to. It was quite a shock as lead singer Bon Scott’s voice was piercing and the whole band played at such a high volume it was almost unbearable. Within 3 months Scott was to die after a heavy bout of drinking.”

“When taking photos from the side of the stage I will often find my head is alongside the huge PA speakers and you have to grit your teeth very hard to stop your eardrums vibrating. Ear-plugs have very little effect as the decibel level is so high. I saw one fan in the audience with blood pouring from one of his ears - his ear-drum had been ruptured by the volume! I’ve seen this happen one other time at a Ted Nugent show at the same venue.”

“AC/DC’s guitarist Angus Young is a great musician but very difficult to photograph as he moves non-stop all over the stage for the entirety of the show. He still plays the Gibson SG guitar and wears the distinctive school blazer, shorts and satchel even though he is now well over 50 years old!”

Attraction

Simple Self Confidence and Attraction Spell by saltwater-phoenix

Witch Attraction Powder by recreationalwitchcraft

Confidence

Confidence and Beauty Spell by urbanwitchery

Confidence Mirror Spell (Minor Glamour Type) by taurotrickster

“Salute” Spell by just-a-little-witchy

Sweet Speech Lip Balm by funnylittlewitchgirl

Motivation

“Do The Thing” Bottle by calefacientcatalyst

Dy’s “Get Shit Done” Bottle by dythetiern

Motivation Charm Bag by recreationalwitchcraft

Motivation Spell by swampseer

Squirrel’s Autumn Harvest Spell by booksandtails

School

End of Term School Success Spell by witchhallow

Knowledge Spell by stereotypicalwitch

Personal Productivity Spell by wanderedlust

School Spell Satchel by enlitenwitch

Spell to Gain Focus by Dorothy Morrison

Spell for Good Grades by nimzamona

Spell to Stop Procrastination adapted by natural-magics

Witch Tea: Going to Class by honeycoyote

Another school spell masterpost: [x]

A Contradiction of Love (Part 3)

Anonymous: Hey I just wanted to tell you that I love your writing and wanted to ask if you know when are you going to post contradiction of love p3. Lots of love 😙

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MASTERLIST

It had been 4 months since we signed the papers and I had hardly seen (Y/N). Apart from her collecting her stuff, visits were rare. Texts were even rarer. 

So when I got a call from (Y/N) saying she had to speak to me urgently, I couldn’t find the courage to reply back. I sat with my hand over my mouth as I stared at the phone. 

Maybe it was just to catch up? Or she was regretting her choice? Or maybe it was something simple like she forgot a bag?

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Title: Pink and Purple

Pairing: Julerose (Juleka x Rose)

Dedicated to: @aslan-altan It isn’t quite the prombt you requested but I hope you like this instead φ(^ω^)ノ !

Ao3

With a red face, Juleka entered the classroom quietly and moved directly to her seat. Her heart was racing and this feeling in her stomach, which she usually got when riding a roller coaster, just wouldn’t go away.

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All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
—  Jaques (As You Like It, Act II scene vii)
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There are early moments in that long period of doing an animated film “where you kind of go kicking and screaming into the booth for the 350th time,” says Cumberbatch, 38.

“At first you think, ‘Why? This is such a waste of everybody’s time and effort and money,’ and actually it is genuinely really enjoyable. Soon you shed the schoolboy sulk dragging your satchel to school, and once you’re there, it’s great.”

Malkovich also had issues at first as well as a little bit of a crisis of confidence after a multitude of takes.

“It got to the point where I’d kinda be like, 'I’ve done now 87,000 variations of this line 'Dave’ in 16 countries. Am I not good or is there something that’s not happening?’ ” says the 60-year-old actor. “Sometimes that was frustrating, but mostly one is challenged by it.

"It’s a lot like a play, which is what Benedict grew up doing and what I grew up doing. You revisit the same thing over and over and over. But that’s only partially bad news.”

Penguins executive producer Tom McGrath, who co-wrote the movie and stars as the birds’ military-ish leader Skipper, found that Cumberbatch and Malkovich’s theater background helped them find their new characters — in one case, through over-the-top means.

“When you see John Malkovich being an octopus behind the mike and he’s throwing his arms over his head and he’s allowed to be physical, it’s really funny,” McGrath says. “That physicality is perfect for animation.”“

Cumberbatch played many roles in the time he was perfecting his secret-agent wolf — including voicing Necromancer and Smaug the dragon in two The Hobbit movies, Khan in Star Trek Into Darkness and famed British codebreaker Alan Turing in the upcoming The Imitation Game (out Nov. 21).

He thinks of it as a repertory ensemble of characters, though some have rubbed off on Classified.

"There’s a tinge of Sherlock in the sense he’s arrogant and he gets his comeuppance by having to admit he needs help,” Cumberbatch says. “He’s a Bond figure who thinks he’s got it all sorted and it’s all about squaring everything away and looking cool. Sherlock has a bit of that — he’s not as much of a poseur as Agent Classified.

"While I do jump from one character to another, they’re so different I don’t fear the bleed.” [x] - [x]

School Success Satchel

I wanted to be able to keep the ingredients from my last spell on me through the end of the term, so I decided to make a satchel.

I got a brown piece of felt and turned the herbs out of my cauldron and into it. Then I added the smallest stones I used and pulled the melted wax off the candles. Finally, I tied the whole things up with brown string. While I was making it I chanted: “I will do well, I will get good grades; I will do well, I will get all As.”

I’ll keep this under my pillow and in my backpack so I can charge it every day.

Alternate Outcome - Morning (part 2)

(part 1) (Part 2 on AO3)

Thanks to this and this post that got me thinking about Ladybug/Adrien interactions. 

Thanks to @ash-is-boss, @hugtheghoulinthebluehoodie, and @magical-awesome-kid whose comments inspired me to write a second part! 

Class started in an hour, and Adrien was still in bed. He’d been lying on his back with his arms over the cover for twenty minutes. Adrien’s sheets were flat across his body, but he felt like they were being pushed onto him. His bed, spotlessly clean, was supposed to be comforting, but he felt more uncomfortable than anywhere else in it. His eyes flicked around the ceiling, feeling like he was a stranger to the white walls. He squinted his eyes, trying to imagine that responsibility (and heartache) didn’t exist. 

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Benedict Cumberbatch beautifully recites “Seven Ages of Man” in conjunction with BBC One’s Original British Drama campaign. Features scenes from great BBC series including The Hollow Crown!

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

   - As You Like It (Act 2, Scene 7)