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sher-ee · 23 days
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A picture is worth a thousand words.
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doodlesndots · 5 months
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I've been on a spree.
Drawing that is, here's another one. This one is of my first, favs and forever otp.
(Glob save) The queen's. Sugar and spice grinding in the bowl 🤙
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sliebman10 · 1 year
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Feeble
Where's Moony?" James asked, looking up at Harry and Sirius.
"He's not feeling well, James. It'll just be us playing today." Sirius said.
"But I want to see him." James informed him. Harry met Sirius's eye above James' head and Sirius nodded, almost imperceptibly.
"Tell you what, mate…I'll go see if he's awake and if it's ok to come up. Wait with Dad, ok?" Sirius said earnestly. The little boy nodded and took Harry's hand.
"Let's have a story." Harry said, settling James on his lap.
Sirius went upstairs to their bedroom, where Remus was curled up in bed. His eyes fluttered open when Sirius sat down next to him. "How are you feeling, love?" Remus shrugged. "Harry's here with James…is it ok if James comes to say hi?"
"Does he know why I'm…you know, like this?" Remus asked.
"I don't think so." Sirius said thoughtfully.
"Maybe we don't tell him I'm a werewolf, yet…"
"No, of course. Just that you're…you know." Sirius gestured toward him.
"He can come up." Remus said, trying to sit up in an effort not to look quite so feeble.
Sirius left and came back with Harry and James a few minutes later.
"Moony?" James said, letting go of Harry's hand.
"Be gentle." Harry reminded him.
"I want to read this book." James said, holding the book out to Remus, who took it from him.
"I don't know, James…Moony needs to rest." Harry said.
"I know. I'm going to read to him." James said, settling himself on the bed.
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath
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tomazsantl · 1 year
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Matic Flajs/ Ljubljana/ 2022
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batbitesthebat · 3 months
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Feeble, Sheeble, Keeble
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tenth-sentence · 1 month
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Guilds, professions and universities excluded women so that the feeblest male candidate might get the plum jobs.
"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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paracosmofstars · 1 year
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for @wolfstarmicrofic Nov 13th, Feeble
Sirius looked down at the guitar pick in his hands. He’d been smoothing his thumb over the flat side of it, flipping it between his fingers, until finally settling on just placing it on the small table in front of him. His eyes scanned the floor until they fell on a pair of doc martens that were attached to a pair of jeans, attached to a very worn sweater, which was worn by a boy who refused to look at him.
Watching Remus in full now, Sirius’ eyes caught the way his jaw clenched when one of his fingers didn’t press down on a string of his bass just right. The way he sat somewhat hunched over the instrument propped up on his thigh. Sirius wanted him to feel his eyes on him. Wanted it to make Remus turn his head over his shoulder slightly so that those amber eyes would meet Sirius’ own stormy gray ones. But it was going on two days now since the last time they did.
Sirius wasn’t even sure what had started it this time. He’d gone over everything before Remus turned cold and came up with nothing every time. The more his mind spent searching, the more he could feel the other boy slipping away. But if he couldn’t find anything wrong, then why hell was he acting this way?
He picked up the guitar pick from the table and threw it at the side of Remus’ head. The plucking of the bass strings came to a halt, but neither one of them moved. Sirius cleared his throat and hated the feeble shake in his voice, “What did I do?”
Sirius could hear the breath Remus let out, could almost feel the weight it carried. Then finally, his head turned and Sirius got to see those amber eyes look at him again. They said nothing as they looked at each other, eyes locked and not once looking away. Well, until Remus turned his head and looked back down at his bass. Sirius was about to stand up and leave, tired of this silence, but stopped before he could move at all as Remus spoke.
“I’m just tired.”
Another short silence hung in the air between them, interrupted by the sound of Remus moving the bass from his lap to the empty couch cushion beside him. He fully turned towards Sirius and held his hands out, palm up. “I’m sorry, this isn’t easy for me. I’ve never done this before,” Remus motioned between himself and Sirius, “and I feel like I’m always messing it up. I’m scared that I’ll mess it up so badly that I’ll lose your friendship in the end as well.”
Sirius moved forward until he was perched on the edge of his seat, close enough to grab both of Remus’ hands. He gave the boy a tentative smile and a small squeeze to his hands. “Remus, we’ve been friends for a long time now. This thing happening between us isn’t going to change that.” His thumb instinctively brushed along a small scar on Remus’ hand.
Remus stared at their hands and now it was his turn for his voice to shake as he spoke. “I just don’t want to lose you, Pads.”
That slight break was all Sirius needed to surge forward and wrap his arms around Remus’ neck. Instantly feeling relieved when Remus’ arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
“You’ll never lose me, Moonshine. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for life.”
The sound of Remus’ soft laugh made a grin stretch across Sirius’ face. They stayed like that for a long time until Remus leaned back and arched a brow at him. “Did you really throw a guitar pick at me?”
“Shhh, we’re hugging.”
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on-it · 2 months
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fonkeloog · 1 year
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Feeble
The fifth year that they shared
Turned their bond into a feeble thread
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Because words were spoken
And his heart got broken
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Maybe that was the beginning, of the end
When their trust got broken, by someone they saw as a friend
@wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Feeble
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oneshotsideshow · 5 months
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plutos134340 · 10 months
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I love just knowing and using random big words when i could easily use normal ones, and whenever i get a new interest i steal words from it
So basically, chonny jashs songs have given me all the vocabulary words i could ever dream of
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itramonti · 1 year
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Sham Battle 2023 . . . . . #Hawaii #Feeble #Aswang #STAY #KanackAttackRecords #DIY (at Battle House) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqOIg5RJBX3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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cittythekitten · 1 year
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I got bored earlier and decided to draw my OCs. There are a lot of them.
Doomflake, Snowflake, Ripper, Cutthroat, Stranger, BH!Snowflake, Stormflake, Jay, Forest, Darky, Unknown, Darky, Fin, Dhole, Sabi, Saber, Mask, Assassin, Sam the Thylacine & Snowflake's Imaginary Friend by me
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There can be no faith so feeble that Christ does not respond to it.
Alexander MacLaren
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