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Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws are very happy that their dormitory is in a tower. Most of the windows can be climbed out of and they pull themselves onto the roof. They don’t do it like the Gryffindors do, for bravery, but for solitude. There is an unspoken rule that if a Ravenclaw sees another Ravenclaw on the roof, they don’t talk. On the roof or afterwards. It’s a safe space. Sometimes it’s where Ravenclaws be the teenagers they are and smoke, while sometimes it’s a peaceful place to just read. If a Ravenclaw is sitting on the roof crying, any other Ravenclaw, friend or not, will go and sit on the roof with them until they calm down. And another unspoken rule is that if someone sat on the roof and cried more than twice in a week, they have to talk to someone about it, a friend, a professor, or Madam Pomfrey. This is what once led a third year Ravenclaw to march a first year Gryffindor, who had somehow made his way on the roof of Ravenclaw Tower, to Professor McGonagall. He thought he was in trouble, but became very confused when he was simply asked how he felt.

anonymous asked:

I'm really upset about the interview. Louis sounds so sad and stressed out, and he's hurting himself with all that smoking 😕He's the one who always defended the band and now he's paying the consequences of angering people in the business while still not being recognized for his talents. It's just unfair, I hate it.

Hi, anon.

I’m not going to lie, I think it’s an upsetting interview, too.

How he was abused and mistreated since the XFactor and the effect that had on his self-esteem and his confidence is something that he’s mentioned before, and which one could imagine.

And it was obvious how difficult losing his mum, who was also his number one fan and best friend, must have been for him, given their close bond. As well as the fact that him standing up for the band and for all of them has carried such a high price for him.

But there’s knowing and knowing, and having him address it like this is very painful. (The Jay bits in particular are heartbreaking.) And I agree it’s dreadfully unfair.

However, I will say that Louis still has many people who love him and support him, including his devoted fanbase. And he’s incredibly brave and, I believe, the type of person to find joy even in the worst of situations.

And that’s missing in the article. Because, remember, this is an interview with an angle. And though I feel like it’s true, and reveals a very vulnerable part of him that he hasn’t expressed that often, there’s also happiness and love in his life, and accomplishments that I am sure he is proud of, like his songwriting credits, for instance.

I’m not one of those bloggers who will tell you to chill out and that everything is fine, because I don’t believe everything is fine.

This is the starting point, now we see where we go from here. What kind of promo. What happens to his stunts.

And we continue to support him as we can; probably raging and weeping and rejoicing by turns. And we continue to hope that the universe will be kinder to him and that, even in hardship, Louis remains loved and able to find joy in his life.

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Post-split Panic! At The Disco + memories

as (kind of) requested by @andrewminyarrr - I hope you like it, and congrats again on winning <3


Behind Renee Walker’s characteristic smile is a world of patience and practiced determination. It was what she needed to set the world on fire, and it’s what she needs now to tame that fire inside of herself.

She’s been waiting since she first met Andrew to get him to talk to her about the things that matter. She waited because she didn’t know if it would ever happen. She waited because she wasn’t sure it was worth it. She waited because she might not be the right person for the task.

But there’s a familiar fire behind Andrew’s eyes and she’s waited too long. There comes a time when determination must take what patience cannot earn.

Renee follows Andrew after they spar one day, and he lets her. He doesn’t acknowledge her presence until they both sit down under the angry clouds, when he says, “So, it’s time, then.” His voice holds no clues as to his feelings on the discussion they’ll have. But then, it never did.

“It’s time,” Renee says, and does not smile.

“You know what happened,” Andrew says.

“A bit.”

Andrew recounts the trauma of his childhood years with a clinical detachment, almost as though he were reading a case file. This isn’t a surprise. Renee would recount her worst years in a similar fashion, if it weren’t for her years spent trying to be in touch with her emotions. Still her emotions feel rehearsed, however. She’s not always sure her method is better than Andrew’s.

Andrew’s story doesn’t begin with Drake. That’s not a surprise either.

“We’re not about to be veteran buddies trading stories of our similar but different wars,” Andrew says as though it’s the end of his story.

“No,” Renee agrees. “And I won’t push you to tell me any more than you want to.”

“Yet this conversation isn’t over.”

“No,” Renee says again. “Andrew. It’s over.”

Andrew blinks slowly, and Renee knows that’s the only acknowledgement she’ll get.

In Renee’s story, the war ended but she kept trying to fight. She didn’t want it to be over. She didn’t deserve to be part of the normal world, not after what she’d done, and she didn’t want to be part of it after what had been done to her. Neither side was safe, but on one side she could fight back. If she convinced herself she didn’t care.

So she doesn’t expect Andrew to give his knives up yet.

But she never said she wasn’t selfish. She wants to talk to someone who won’t flinch, but she doesn’t want to drive the knife further in.

“Sometimes I still don’t feel clean. I all but bathed in his blood and I still think I’ll wake up to him beside me. I’m never sure I’ll actually be over it.” Renee says every word, meeting Andrew’s intense eyes, “And I’m not sure I want to be.”

Andrew lights a cigarette.

The truth doesn’t change the world. But - as confession is supposed to do - it makes Renee’s soul feel a little cleaner.

anonymous asked:

Are Parisians really that bad? I was thinking of working as an au pair there 😕

well if u go there at least don’t have some optimistic expectations of paris being romantic and dreamy because while the architecture is actually worth the trip parisians will manage to get on your nerves quite quickly lmao the younger ones are ok i guess or maybe i’m just used to them bc there’s so many of them in my city but if u order a coffee and the waiter doesn’t almost throw it to ur face then congrats! i’d rather be an au pair in another french city i think ur experience would be a LOT more enjoyable. but that being said some ppl love it there! i just don’t like ppl glaring at me like im responsible for their misery AND their dog’s death just bc i chuckled in the metro. if u fell in the street they’d probably step over ur dying body aljfdljgjkdflkjggjkf

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for such a pretty face // quotes meme

there’s nothing in my purse but a bloody knife and some cigarettes and my heels sound like staccato gunshots as i walk up the street

- witchydarling

| cover one | two | listen |

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You sat in this cold, dank room for several hours and you have spoken to a couple of assholes! (x)

so ive been planing on doing a ladyworld animatic but idk how i want the boys’ ship to look and its bugging me

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Honestly I’m never going to finish this so I’d rather u guys have it unfinished than not at all

Novice rounds
Greaser AU - Hair

Haha I’m nowhere near the final designs I want for them but at least I have the hair now 8>’ (Ignore the clothes for now I just drew something)

i fuck with calum drinking honestly… i want to see him clutching a sweating glass in his hand in the dark of a club and I want to watch his eyes darken as he throws it back, alcohol burning his throat. i want him to lick every last drop off his lips and and watch them pull back into a smirk, before he slams the now empty glass onto the bar. he leans his elbows back on the bar for a second, letting the alcohol make it’s way down, surveying the room, and groans out, “fuck… I need a cigarette.”

Here be drug references. No one’s doing cocaine off countertops but like, if you’re super against drug use you should turn around now. Dumb teenagers do dumb things.
(I hate being so old in this fandom.)

She coughed wildly, setting the piece back down on the log between them. Water. Where the fuck was her nalgene? Across from her, the asshole with the grin passed her his canteen, which she accepted with a glare.

“Aren’t you ‘popular’ kids supposed to be familiar with the drug scene?”

“Get me a bottle of whisky and I can drink you under the table, Pines.” Her throat was still burning from the hit and her words tasted like ash. “Weed reeks; there’s no way I’m getting it around my parents.”

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