that is what marble is for

LOL what makes you guys think Taylor is gone?

Were you not here for the drought of 2016?

The flower wall of 2017?


anonymous asked:

what does Belle see in Handprint Gold? it seems she was attracted to him before she had even met him and i'm curious why?

So, this is the first time Belle sees Gold. Don’t kill me for this not being their date. I think it’s good to finally have some Belle POV out there, even if it’s just a tiny taste. So, uh, in case it’s not clear, imagine this Gold looking like Lachlan from California Solo and I think it’s pretty goddamn obvious why Belle is attracted to him. ;) The gentle woobieness that comes with the total hotness just enhances everything else.

Handprints - Part 8


The glasses clinked on the counter as Belle eased them out of the bubble wrap and set them down. It was a white Cararra marble, wide with an overhang for barstools, and seemed like something that a whole family would use rather than just one person. Her father had insisted on supplementing her rent so that she could live in what he considered an “respectable part of town,” which of course meant rich and not far from his townhouse.

It felt wrong to her, too spacious and new, not at all what she would have picked for herself. She liked older things, houses with the kind of character that didn’t stop at crown moldings and wood floors, but came from the very bones of the building. She wanted character that came with time, with being lived in, with being loved.

Much the same as she wanted for herself.

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anonymous asked:

tell us a scary story

Khamael looked around, and then shrugged. 

“Its not a scary story, but once I came back to the cabin and Bara was out so I thought I’d catch a nap. The hallway was dark, lights were off, and Selaphiel was just standing there with their back to me.

When I asked them what they were doing, Sela turned around, opened their mouth, and let like thirty marbles spill out onto the floor. The only explanation I got was ‘Not edible’.” 

He shivered, “I love Selaphiel, but they are deeply unsettling.”

You Brought Your Dog to the Wrong Neighborhood
glue70, Alex Kralie, and Schrodinger's Rufus
You Brought Your Dog to the Wrong Neighborhood

“You Brought Your Dog to the Wrong Neighborhood”, a mashup between glue70 and the dulcet tones of Alex Kralie. (Soundcloud link) 

Inspired by “You Made Monsters in the Wrong Neighborhood” by sharkbait-tumbles, which is in turn inspired by “You Reposted in the Wrong Neighborhood” by  SHOKK青, which is, in turn, a mashup.

‘Ginny!’ Harry muttered, sprinting to her and dropping to his knees. ‘Ginny! Don’t be dead! Please don’t be dead!’. He flung his wand aside, grabbing Ginny’s shoulders and turned her over. Her face was white as marble, and as cold, yet her eyes were closed, so she wasn’t Petrified. But then she must be…
‘Ginny, please wake up,’ Harry  muttered desperately, shaking her. Ginny’s head lolled hopelessly from side to side.
‘She won’t wake’, said a soft voice.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

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burn through my soul

a  fyre festival au because i have 0 chill, set in the ‘marble hearts collide’ universe bc ria asked for like an 80k companion fic, and because 36 of you seemed to like the idea. basically: it’s half fyre and half ust denial jily and a Big Mess.

for @gxldentrio @petalstofish who asked for more and @fredweasleying who supports james and sirius’ stupidity

most of my info is off the snapchat stories, articles and tweets but i’ve also done a lot of exaggerating, so take all reference to the festival with a bit of salt

It’s Sirius’ idea because, if it involves a stupid waste of money and the promise of celebrity chefs, it will always be his idea. And, because it’s Sirius’ idea, James is in. 

“It’s ridiculous,” Lily says, scrolling through the festival’s instagram. 

“No, it’s luxury,” Sirius says and snatches his phone back, “you wouldn’t understand.”

Remus raises an eyebrow, “she practically lives with you, I think she understands what luxury is.”

“And waste of money,” Peter adds, helpfully. 

“I can’t believe I let any of you into my house, when you’ve just come to insult me!” Sirius pouts, throwing himself dramatically back on the chaise. 

“Criticise your money spending habits,” Remus corrects, and just manages to dodge a throw pillow Sirius launches at him. 

‘What does Potter think, anyway?” Lily asks, looking down at her own phone. 

“Why does Potter’s opinion matter?” Sirius retorts. 

Lily is definitely avoiding eye contact, “It doesn’t.”

There’s a murmur of disbelief, and Lily scowls at her phone, knowing that if she looks up she’ll be accosted by five raised eyebrows, because only Sirius has learnt how to raise both separately. 

“But, seriously, when is Prongs back?”

“Well, Moony, funny you should ask…” Sirius smirks, “he arrived last night.”

Lily’s head shoots up, “but -”

“But what Evans, not happy to see me?” A voice comes from the doorway, and they all turn to see James leaning, not as gracefully as Sirius would have, against the doorjamb with a smirk to match Sirius’ on his face. 

“How long have you guys been planning that?” Peter asks, and he’s not as fast as Remus so a throw pillow hits him in the stomach.

Remus laughs, “probably longer than they’ve been planning this festival bullshit.” 

“Losers,” Lily mutters, finally looking away from James, pretending that her phone screen is more interesting than the bit of chest his loosely tied dressing gown shows. 

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[ aug 26, 2017 ] currently listening to HUMBLE. by kendrick lamar

so guess who’s trying to take down notes for economics even though we aren’t doing that till next year!!! this idiot, that’s who. this week we’re starting to move into our new house (which is right behind our old one,,, what) and my mom got me a super cute hoodie and a huge roll of marble contact paper!!!

ft. ukelele bc i’m trying to learn an instrument for credit and ?!?!?!???!?!?! 8 hrs later and i can play all we know by chainsmokers so 

Prodigy - Teacher AU

“Could you just close the door and come over here? You have no reason to rush out, I didn’t post your grade. I want to discuss it in person.”

You swallowed hard at his words but did as you were told, closing the classroom door and going over to his desk. He was looking through the stack of students’ sketchbooks on his desk, presumably for your own. He pulled one of of the stack and laid it in the middle of his desk, and you froze. 

You could feel all color draining from your face once you noticed which sketchbook he had pulled out of the pile. There was a Hello Kitty sticker stuck to the top right corner of it, indicating it was your sketchbook.

Your personal sketchbook.

word count: 10.1k

genre: fluff & smut (a lot of soft/domestic stuff, concludes w smut)

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