Well, hell what a description I made. I'm a bookworm and a shipwhore. Get over it.
Mave | Bemma | Jamanna | Rude | Tily| Halzar (Helga/Salzar) | Dramione | Romione | Mary/Matthew | James P./Lily E.
• what i learned in the past weeks
- the people you trust over the internet?
- they’re all bitches
(Source: lawyerupasshole, via not-my-three-patch-problem)
Straight Lines, Dawn Landes
(song played during the ‘When Harry Left Hogwarts’ end montage)
(Source: ameliaponds)
There’s no way back - the story of Aveline Seer || requested by @queenofrandom15
I must have been around six or seven by the time I first penetrated my own imaginary world. My father was reading me The Lord of the Rings trilogy. That night he read me the first chapter; I could easily picture the landscapes and the hobbits and as I was drowning in my sleep, I realized they were more than just pictures: I was in Hobbiton, or at least something that was my own interpretation of how it should have looked like. I wasn’t lost or scared, it was easy for me to find some nice Hobbits to help me with some food and a warm place to sleep. It was incredible: they barely knew me, yet they came to help me as fast as they could. I liked it in there, although there was no Frodo, no Bilbo, there wasn’t even a ring of power. It was just the Middle Earth at a peaceful state. It was strange: when I was waking up in the real life, I was going to sleep in my imaginary one. As fast as I could, I ran with my seven year old legs to recall to my parents the adventures I had. However, they laughed, kissed me on my forehead and left for their work. In that moment I knew I couldn’t relate to them, they would never believe me, for they have forgotten how it is like to truthfully believe in something. So I lived my years hiding my secret away from them, enjoying myself in my own world, which over the time grew bigger and bigger along with the lists of books I’ve read. In my world, I could do anything I wanted to do, I could be whoever I wanted to do, but although there were no villains to harm me, I could easily harm myself. One night, I fell in The Black Lake, near Hogwarts. During the fall, I cut my leg in some sort of a broken glass. I woke up hastily, soaking wet, stained of blood, screaming at the top of my lungs. My parents were staring at me, paralyzed in shock. They drove me as fast as they could to a doctor. After that I met like half of the doctors in the country. After years, at the age of 12, I have been diagnosed as suffering of the Harbson Syndrome. I wasn’t allowed to go to school anymore, because there was the probability that I would fall asleep during classes (they were very dull and boring anyway) and it would be strange, if I would suddenly get soaking wet during class. So I’ve been tutored home, by someone who the doctor said was “especially trained for special cases such as me.” I doubt he thought I was special. To him I was the equal to a psychopath. But I knew I was special. Whatever they were telling me, that I had to break the thread between me and my world, I wouldn’t listen. I couldn’t obey to the rules they were forcing me to follow. I knew that once asleep, they couldn’t change anything anymore, so I tried to stay asleep as much as I could. And one day, I succeeded. I succeeded escaping the real life forever. I was alone, in my perfect world. Without any of them. I wasn’t the plain girl with red hair and a boring, common name, I was Aveline Seer and that is how I wanna be remembered. As Aveline Seer, the girl who escaped reality.
• Changed
Lena Turner x Ramon Gunpowder AU ficlet - during World War I
London, 1916Last time she’d seen her brother was exactly a month ago. It felt like more, but since she counted the days, she knew her calculations were right. Daniel Turner was somewhere fighting in France, while she had to be stuck in a hospital in London. Lena was glad she could help at least like that - healing the fallen warriors, or at least attempting to. She shared a small apartment in London with Emily and some other nurses she didn’t bother to talk to neither during work, nor while she was at her presumed home. It felt nothing like home, there was nothing warm and familiar about the flat, but then again, neither were the times. Sighing, she took the stack of freshly dried clothes for the patients and moved along the hall, every of her steps reverberating through the deserted halls. Along the way she saluted Emily, who was hesitantly marching over to the doctor’s office, and it was clear as day to Lena why she was acting like that - she was afraid someone could bring her terrible news about Daniel. “He’s alright”, Lena said soothingly, trying to calm Emily down. She was tougher than she looked, yet she cared for Dan more than anything in the world. “I suppose so. They didn’t inform you of anything, so everything is alright with him.”, Emily coughed, regaining control over herself. “And he will return as soon as possible”, Lena added, managing to plaster a smile on her pale face.
Truth was, war changed them all. She hadn’t had a talk with her family in a while, she didn’t even know if they were all alright, especially with Aunt Alice being somewhere in France. The brunette shook her head, pushing the sad thoughts at the back of her mind. They were exepecting new fallen warriors today and by the time the young woman entered the hospital room, it was already filled with new people. “Leave those to me. Go take care of the injured.”, a nurse told her, taking the burden off her hands. Lena hurried to the injured men, helping them rest on a bed and quietly listening to their war stories. In the months of working so hard in the hospital she learned how to treat every each of the veterans. “Nurse Marlene”, someone called out for her. Lena turned around, her turqoise eyes scrutinizing the distance. “Yes?” “Go over to the bed nr. 56. There’s someone who claims to know you and he requested a meeting with you. Be patient, he might be delusional.” The woman nodded, excusing herself as she abandoned one of the patients in order to meet the one she’d been sent to. The path to the bed 56 was crowded, but she made her way through the nursian throng. On the bed was sitting a man, dressed in the usual pyjamas, sipping out of his tea. She didn’t recognize him at first, she had yet to sit down and watch him closely for a while to remember the face. “Marlene Turner”, he excalimed joyfully as soon as he saw her. “It seems as if time and didn’t left their imprints on you! You look the same”, the man said in a much quieter voice this time, his eyes fixed on her delicate features. Lena, on the other hand, was staring at him surprised. “Ramon Gunpowder!” “You seem very excited to see me again”, he joked, putting his tea aside. “Oh, believe me or not, Mr. Gunpowder, the moment we left school I was so happy that I shall never see your face again. It seems like fate disagreed.”, she breathed a sigh, the corner of her lips forming a smile. “I, on the other hand, Miss Turner, I hoped I shall see you again. It seems like the so-called fate was happy to help me. Well, I never thought you shall see me in such a state.” It was only then when Lena remembered where they were. She looked him up and down, but he seemed alright. “What brings you here? I can’t even believe you fought in the war, but looks can be deceiving.” “You have a rather poor opinion of me, Marlene.”, he laughed. “Well you weren’t one to picture as a braveheart!”, Lena protested, still curious of what his injury was. “Looks can be deceiving.”, Ramon quoted her, smiling sadly, as if the idea that she never pictured him as a warrior and rather as a coward saddened him. “I’m paralyzed”, he finally said, pointing at his feet. “For life. I shall never walk again.”, he shrugged in a careless manner. “But with the new technologies. I will have a wheelchair of my own.”
Lena wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying anymore, her thoughts focused on the terrible things that happened outside the hospital. She knew Ramon since he was a boy, a proud, loathsome, cocky boy, yet a young boy. Never had she believed he will end up like this - a paralyzed man. “Marlene? Are you listening?” “I’m sorry. For everything. I’ve treated you bad. I shouldn’t h-” “So did I, Miss Turner. I’m sorry for making your life a nightmare in school.” Lena nodded accepting his apologise, for no other reason but because she didn’t know what you could tell a man you once hated so much.
“I don’t know if it’s appropriate, but would you like to share a lemon pie with me?”, Ramon asked, a stupid smile imprinted on his face. Lena rose her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed. “I can’t decline such a tempting offer, yet-” “Yet, I am still the son of a Lord. If I request lemon, I shall get some. Can you please help me get in my wheelchair?” Tje woman did not move for at least five seconds, after which she shook her head, chuckling a little. “Seems like the war didn’t took away your pride.” “What is a lion without his pride?”
The nurse rolled her eyes as she drove him past the hallways to the kitchens. “Since when are you here?”, she asked. “One week, maybe more.”, he replied. “How come I didn’t see you?” “But I’ve seen you. Every day.” She stopped walking for a second, looking down at him. There was something else in his tone, something that didn’t exist the last time she’d seen him. “And what did you see?” It took him a while until he spoke again. “A young, beautiful woman, staining her hands, trying to teach hopeless man how to be brave in front of death and darkness. I’ve seen someone who deserves a lot of respect, Miss Turner”, he said, reaching out for her hand, giving it a soft squeeze. She stood there behind him, little teardrops forming in her eyes. “Why didn’t you call for me earlier?”, she asked, keeping control over her voice. “I feared your feelings towards me were unchanged. I’m still not sure whether you are acting politely or if you have changed your opinion of me.” “My feelings are changed.”, Lena said, realizing only then she was still holding onto his hand, but she didn’t let it go.
i just can’t wait until i’m famous and everyone makes beautiful 9-picture collages of me with inspirational quotes that i have said beneath the photo in italics
(Source: monica-geller, via gredandforge-weasley)
when i download an album and it has the album art + everything is named and labelled correctly i start to believe that god really does exist
(via c-hemsworth)
