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sapphireshorelines · 2 years

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Second of September, I ate the last berry of summer, the sun still dreaming it's July twenty-first

also, I love it so here, and have so little relaxed time to saturate myself with the minor pleasures and daily epiphanies of life that I may just stay at the apartment into the middle of september to cook and read at widener and observe the plethora of vivid details of life which I generally have to ignore for the sake of economy of time

when summer turned to ash / from Ventimiglia to Salerno / and nothing else was left / and we were free / to run away, to play dumb or cry / one September night.

Do not faint in September/ or you will wake up in a dead city

I had a terror—since September—I could tell to none, and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground—because I am afraid.

Another day; another Friday; another twentieth of March, January, or September. Another general awakening.

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Ethan Gilsdorf, The Imprint Of September Second / Joe Brainard, I remember, Three Pansies / Anne Carson, The Glass Essay / Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary / Sylvia Plath, letter to Gordon Lameyer / Robert David Cohen, September / Frank W. Benson, Autumn (1895) / Franco Fortini, One September Night / Anne Sexton, The Sermon of the Twelve Acknowledgement / Emily Dickinson, letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson / Virginia Woolf, The Waves / Jackson Pollock, Autumn Rhythm (Number 30)

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magiclostinfantasy · 4 months

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Blind Date || Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: swearing, Draco trying to play matchmaker Summary: Y/N and Theo's friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they've secretly been dating. <><><><><><><><><> The dim glow of Madam Pudifoot's teashop enveloped the small, intricately decorated table where Theodore Nott and Y/N L/N found themselves seated. The atmosphere was filled with the scent of freshly baked pastries and the soft murmur of whispered conversations. It was a setup, a blind date orchestrated by their well-meaning, yet slightly misguided friends.

Unbeknownst to them, the couple in question had been keeping a secret for the past year. A secret that bound them together in a well concealed relationship, away from the prying eyes of their fellow students. As Theo sipped his tea, his eyes met Y/N's, and a burst of laughter escaped them both. The absurdity of the situation hit them like a spell gone awry, and the tension that typically accompanied blind dates dissipated into the air.

The teashop patrons looked over at the unexpected outburst, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Theo and Y/N, however, couldn't contain their laughter. Theo wiped away a tear that had formed in the corner of his eye, and Y/N's smile widened, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes.

"Fucking hell, this is not what I expected," Y/N shook her head in amusement.

"Neither did I, love." Theo agreed, his laughter subsiding into a warm smile.

"Clearly, those idiots don't know us as well as they think they do," Y/N replied, chuckling. "But it's kind of sweet, in a mischievous sort of way."

Theo nodded, his eyes gleaming. "How about we head somewhere more… comfortable?"

Y/N smirked, playfully raising an eyebrow. "I know just the place."

Leaving Madam Pudifoot's behind, the two Slytherins strolled through the dimly lit streets of Hogsmeade, the cool night air turning their cheeks a deeper red. As they approached the warm glow of the Three Broomsticks, Theo couldn't help but press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. He recalled stolen moments and shared laughter that had been kept a secret from their friends.

Finding a cozy corner booth in the Three Broomsticks, Theo and Y/N settled in. The atmosphere was lively, with the sounds of clinking glasses and cheerful banter filling the air. They ordered butterbeer and raised their glasses in a silent toast to the peculiar turn of events that had brought them to the popular wizarding pub.

Meanwhile, their friends back at Madam Puddifoot's had realized the unintended consequences of their matchmaking adventures. Draco Malfoy, the mastermind behind the blind date scheme, furrowed his brow in confusion as he watched Theo and Y/N leave the teashop together.

"Shit, did we miss something?" Pansy asked, glancing around at the other friends who were equally perplexed.

Blaise shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Seems like our Slytherin lovebirds have their own plans."

Back at the Three Broomsticks, as Theo and Y/N continued to enjoy each other's company, a group of familiar faces burst through the door. The Slytherins looked around, spotting the couple in the corner booth. The surprise on their faces quickly morphed into amusement.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here," Mattheo teased, a sly grin playing on his face. "Our little Slytherin lovebirds on a secret rendezvous."

Theo and Y/N exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter once again. It seemed their friends had unwittingly orchestrated a reunion rather than a blind date.

"We've been dating for a year you fucking idiots." Theo exclaimed, wrapping his arm around a giggling Y/N.

Draco raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "Well, we might need to brush up on our matchmaking skills."

Pansy raised a brow at him. “Bitch, you mean you need to brush up on your matchmaking skills.”

The group rolled their eyes as Draco and Pansy continued bickering. Squeezing in, they all joined the couple in their booth and The Three Broomsticks became a backdrop for the Slytherins.

Amidst the shared laughter and clinking of glasses, Enzo raised his butterbeer in a toast. "To unexpected surprises and these two lovey-dovey pieces of shit!" He winked at them.

The sentiment was met with cheers and smiles from the group. Theo and Y/N exchanged a glance, their hearts swelling up.

As the night drew to a close, the group left the Three Broomsticks. Theo and Y/N walked side by side, their fingers entwined, grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had brought their hidden relationship into the open.

The moon hung high in the sky as they made their way back to Hogwarts, the castle standing tall against the night. Theo squeezed Y/N's hand, and they exchanged a silent understanding that their secret was now a shared treasure among their friends.

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jillraggett · 5 months

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Plant of the Day

Wednesday 6 December 2023

Viola cultivars (heart's ease, black eye, cat's faces, come-and-cuddle-me, constancy, Cupid's flower, flower of thought, Jack-jump-up-and-kiss-me, kiss-me-at-the-garden-gate, little faces, love-in-idleness, pansy, pretty face, three faces under a hood, tickle-my-fancy, none-so-pretty) are perfect for winter containers before the bulbs appear. Here they have their own display shelves similar to an Auricula theatre.

Jill Raggett

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haunted4ever · 1 year

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i have chibified him (and he is on my redbubble)

#frank iero #mcr #mcr fanart #mcr art #my chemical romance #pansy #three cheers for sweet revenge #art #digital art #my-art

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rubbish78 · 1 year

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blurry, bratty babe Frank Iero performing ‘You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us In Prison’ live from MTV2 $2 Bill 2005 (x)

#what a little punk #yeah BRAT #frank iero #bye #mcr #my chemical romance #three cheers for sweet revenge era #tw: flashing lights #rubbish78gifs #my gifs #alliteration #feral frank #PANSY

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rose-lunaire · 6 months

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blaise zabini | halloween special

slytherin halloween masterlist

pairing: blaise zabini x gn!reader, implied mattheo riddle x gn!reader, pansy parkinson x gn!reader (platonic)

warnings: haunted objects, graphic language

“old people freak me out” crabbe let out a hysterical laugh. “what?” hearing blaise’s response, draco and goyle join in on the joke. “oh no, so that’s why you’ve been skipping transfiguration lately, huh?” the comment sparked another wave of snickering. “says the one who nearly shit his pants while speaking beside dumbledore’s office” “it was literally first grade” “yeah, yeah, whatever lets you sleep at night, mate”

“wait, is this about the granny we saw in hogsmead on sunday?” your cheeks reddened as the room fell silent. it was no secret that you and blaise have been making circles around each other since the start of the school year. stares that lasted a spilt second too long to be friendly. mock duels that ended with both of you panting on the floor, giggling between snarky remarks about the spells you used. everyone could feel the tension, including you.

so when you finally decided to act upon it, you did it in secret. there is some truth in the stereotype that slytherin are jealous and vindictive. blaise wanted to spare you the judgemental glances of gryffindors and snide remarks from your friends. they could joke all they wanted, but as long as they had no proof of your relationship, the rumours were bound to die down as quickly as they gained traction.

well, that plan was no longer available.

“oh my god, y/n, is that what think it is?” pansy gushed and hugged you tightly. “n-no, please, it’s not-“ she shushed you and whispered “oh you don’t need to explain yourself to me, i totally understand” you looked her in the eyes, searching for any trace of sarcasm or dishonesty. to your surprise, there were none. “i’ve seen the way you look at mattheo, don’t worry, i got your back honey” she winked and smiled devilishly. what have you gotten yourself into.

“so, what about her, blaise?”the boy tensed up at the way pansy articulated his name. he stared at you for a second too long, looking for an explanation. you nudged him playfully. “you know, the one selling the trinkets opposite to three broomsticks” he coughed up before answering “yeah, there’s something weird about her, i’ve never seen anyone ever buying from her” draco let out a teasing chuckle. “that’s great, let’s find out why. right boys?” crabbe and goyle grinned in a way that made your stomach twist.

saturday was wet and foggy. roads smelled of rotting leaves and tipsy hogwarts students, empty and full of life at the same time. the whole way to the village you kept looking over your shoulder, finding only four pairs of eyes staring at you teasingly. you tightened the knot on your scarf.

"yo, she's not here, buddy" mattheo gave blaise a bored look. "haven't you heard the story? locals say she never stays at the same spot. let's go search some more" pansy was getting impatient "maybe she decided to sit this one out, can't blame her, this weather is horrible" "seriously, if we don't find her in the next ten minutes, let's just go for butterbeer and come back" you suggested, your tone careless, but heart trembling.

pansy was right. if it wasn't for this stupid joke you would gladly stay at the library, inhaling the atmosphere of overcaffeinated pupils and catching up on some potions essay. on a second thought, anything would be better than hanging out outside.

you felt a sudden pain in your arm. "hey, we're here, stop daydreaming" your friend whisper-shouted. "that doesn't give you the permission to hit me" you groaned, rubbing the aching spot. "you're right, but i'm doing you a big favour, so it doesn't matter"

the past few days have been a pain in the ass, all because pansy deluded herself that you're hopelessly infatuated with mattheo. gushing everytime you passed him in the corridor, giggling when snape gave you an assignment together. but at the same time, you were relieved she was no longer bothering you about blaise.

"um, mornin' m'am" blaise was visibly distressed, pushed out by draco in the accompaniment of goyle’s snickering. you couldn’t do anything, you were standing on the crossroad with everyone and helping him out would result in months of teasing, which you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. the lady didn’t seem to notice his presence until he took a step back from the stand. “your sweetheart would like to receive this” the colour drained from his face. he quickly nodded, payed and wobbly walked your way. mattheo run up to him just in time. blaise whispered few words, scrunched his face and fell to his knees.

the teddy bear has been staring at your for hours. whether you slept, studied or ate you could feel its eyes on you. at any other occasion you would find it romantic: a gift from your boyfriend that can keep you company when he can’t. but the glass beads sown into the warm fabric were weird. never reflected the rays of the sun. they were crystal clear but you couldn’t seem to find your reflection in them. they seemed… dead.

at first it kept sitting on your nightstand, patiently waiting for your return from class. the next day you would find it in your school bag or sitting on your desk, giving you judgemental glances as if you were late to an important meeting. but the worst part about this situation was that it but a strain on your relationship with blaise. as your secret spot became infested with the teddy bear’s presence you couldn’t even talk in peace.

hell, you couldn’t even sleep properly. you could swear you saw its eyes glowing at night, but maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you. because it wasn’t any of your roommates. everyone was scared shitless of this toy. even draco told explicitly to “keep this crap out of his sight”

it was bad, really bad.

but the real nightmare started when the plushie started to appear in your dreams. telling you the darkest thoughts of your friends. describing the smell of decomposing corpses of cholera patients. making up next creative ways how to get rid of your loved ones. placing the ugliest of curses in their lips. making them into the people you knew they weren’t. but the longer it went on, the more you started to doubt your own thoughts.

the final straw was when you yelled at flitwick during an exam. one moment you were sitting down, quietly writing down your answers, trying to remember all the things you studied the day before. but something wasn’t right. you kept on scratching your arms, every single a different itchy spot. your moves became agitated, hair falling all over the place, grunting at every irritation your nails created on your skin.

it was probably one of the weasley twins playing tricks on you. or some wicked way mattheo’s fangirl was getting her revenge. or this dirty nerd sitting in front of you never fucking showers and has just transferred some bug onto your precious skin. before you knew it someone was caressing your arm, trying to get you to stop moving. but it only fuelled you anger: you wanted to scratch out every eyeball that dared observe your agony in peace. you fantasised about the way their blood would drip down your arms, covering you in crimson liquid.

oh, how nice it would feel! how their sacrifice would make the flame on your skin die slowly and painfully. how their screams and dread would drown out all your painful thoughts. maybe the way the veins would splatter on the floor would stop you from scratching your brains out just to let go of these painful desires.

you were panting. “miss greengrass, would you mind escorting our y/n to madame’s-“ the anxious notes in the professors voice made you laugh groggily. “don’t you fucking dare disturb my work ever again” you hissed before picking up your quill and resuming the assignment.

“okay, i’ve had enough” blaise sat you down at the common room. everyone was there sitting in a circle, the plushie thrown in the middle. it looked almost pitiful: abandoned by the person who was supposed to love and cherish it. but you didn’t care. you slumped beside pansy, your eyes barely open, swollen from all the times you cried today. the silence was deafening, making you regret even coming here in the first place. you were all exhausted and had to do something with it.

a few ideas were thrown around, with not much of a response. everything seemed so blank, so helpless in comparison to the power sleeping inside of that teddy bear. finally nott articulated what crossed your minds. “we have to kill it” he whispered. goyle coughed nervously. it was the only way your desperate minds could understand.

someone brought a knife. you were staring at it impatiently, waiting for the surge of anger so common these days. but it never came. instead there was emptiness. deep sadness and no hope in sight. you had no power over this thing. but it had all the power over you. so you grabbed the plushie. threw it against the wall, stomped on it, jumped repeatedly, until there was no energy left in your body. you couldn’t do anything towards it. you just could force yourself to hurt it.

so blaise stood up and took it from your hands. tore the fabric apart with a single motion, full of tears and unexpressed fear. he dropped the two parts to the floor. as your got lost in each others arms, there was a lingering sound of stabbing. each of your friends had a knife now: boring the blades deep into the bears cozy filling. and they didn’t stop until a single thread was intact in this toy.

harry potter masterlist

#halloween special #slytherin boys #slytherin gang #blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader #reader insert #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #blaise x reader #x reader #haunted #halloween #rose-lunaire #hogsmeade #three broomsticks

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unrighteousbooks · 1 year

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Old books are simply beautiful.

#beautiful books #vintage books #booklr #book photography #three people by pansy #Isabella MacDonald Alden

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lqtraintracks · 1 year

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NYE Ficlets

So Firewhiskey Fic held a get together tonight (it’s still going if you want to join, but I am old and tired and have bowed out), and I wrote three comment fics for it, so I thought I’d post them on ye olde AO3 and link them here for anyone interested! Also, it just so happens that the third one marks my 300th fic on AO3! Like... whoa.

Kiss to the Third Power Harry/Teddy/Draco Mature 425 words Summary: Harry bakes. Teddy brought the champagne (and his dick). Draco is, of all things, happy. Middle Finger Sirius/Harry Explicit 400 words Summary: They’ve driven up onto a hilltop to see the New Year’s fireworks. Ostensibly. *warning for underage, and just nastyhotness Bubble Narcissa/Pansy Mature 520 words Summary: It had started for the money. For the sheer size and depth of the Malfoy vaults and the jewelry Narcissa gifted her on the sly. For the heady secret… that she was bedded several nights a week by Lucius Malfoy’s wife. That she’d been chosen. *warning for infidelity, but Lucius is a dick so... whatever I hope everyone has a very Harry New Year and a wonderful start to 2023! Much love to you all! (Okay that ‘Harry’ was just my fingers doing their thing lol; I’m going to leave it in! :D But also have a HAPPY New Year. You get it.)

#three new ficlets #harry x teddy x draco #sirius x harry #narcissa x pansy #happy new year

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keiizume · 2 years

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frank iero - revenge era

[ in honor of revenge's 18th bday, here's one of my fav photos of revenge frank !! personally my favorite era + album ! he is so gender 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ]

#frank iero #my chem #my chemical romance #three cheers for sweet revenge #revenge #revenge era #mikey way #gerard way #ray toro #guitar #concert #2000's music #emo #rock #pansy #pencey #pencey prep #leathermouth

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unfathomable-understanding · 1 year

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Finishing off @magicaltrans ‘s Magical Trans Fest 2022 with Amalthea (Draco) and Peter (Pansy) dancing in their living room, just the two of them. Because spending time with people like you, who know you and will never judge you for what you’re wearing, is an incredible experience (especially during holidays most people spend with family) I will use the name I chose for them in the image description.

ID: a digital drawing of Amalthea (Draco) and Peter (Pansy). They’re facing each other, Peter’s hands on Amalthea’s waist and hers on his shoulder. Amalthea is wearing a long, pale blue dress with bell sleeves that end at her elbows as well as a dark green corset. She has her hair in a braid, and is smiling at Peter. Peter is wearing a dark green suit with a pale blue, large belt and shoulder pads. He has wide legged pants in the same green, as well as a short cape. His hair is short and pushed back. He’s looking at Amalthea and smiling. Behind them is a lit fireplace, with a big sign reading ‘Amalthea & Peter’. There’s a Christmas crown on the wall and two armchairs off screen. End ID]

#magical trans fest #Amalthea is a moon of Jupiter and the name of the surface of large craters and mountains #and it’s SO PRETTY #it’s the last that will be posted but I’m making the post on November 29th and it’s the first of the three I’m making. this is confusing #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #trans hp #transfemme #transmasc #magical trans fest 2022 #trans draco malfoy #trans Pansy Parkinson

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