Fumble their words the more they’ve thought about them. The sentence seems perfect in their head, but when they go to speak it aloud, the previous versions get mixed in.
hufflepuff: terracotta pots, wooden stepladders and shelves, stacks of cards from friends, sunlight filtering through vines and glass, spooning honey into warm milk, big straw hats with satin ribbons, honeycomb-printed walls
ravenclaw: stars in a watercolour sky, brass knockers on old oak doors, purple mist covering the world, stained glass fragments, biscuits on an old porcelain plate, capturing memories in a copper jar, fireflies in a dark field
slytherin: ice on a green lake, heavy curtains, exhaling translucent clouds into cool air, tall ferns in a wintry plain, considering the future at night, peppermint plants, shaking and rolling dice, carpets of emerald moss
gryffindor: velvet banners, spinning golden coins, carving initials into dark oak tables, freshly baked pastry and tart fruit, wind whipping limestone cliffs, meeting at midnight, candles burning through the night, baskets of picked cherries
Here we are! Our first release as a scanlation group of AidaIro’s brilliant debut one-shot, Dear My Living Dead. It’s kind of a predecessor of the main Toilet Bound Hanako-kun series, so it’s interesting to see the thematic links between the two works. Everyone in our team has been working very hard on it - I’m incredibly proud to see how far we’ve come! We hope you all enjoy reading DMLD and look forward to our future scanlations~ Wormokke signing off! ^^
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When Byron said, The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain and when Shelley said, Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought and when Keats said, Touch has a memory
classic academia: beige trench coats, wool sweaters. plaid skirts. think femme fatale, but educated. sobbing in bed late at night over the secret history or dead poets society. tea with milk and sugar. subsequent tea stains.
darkest academia: running through the rain, dimly lit by streetlights. brown tweed jackets, dress shoes. cold fingers and colder gazes. french-pressed black coffee, piping hot. dark, candlelit rooms with ancient wood floors/walls.
light academia: white cable-knit sweaters, sparkly eyes and foggy glasses. going to art museums and falling in love with every portrait, every sculpture. caressing the petals of a rose, hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot.
witchy academia: burning candles while reading or doing homework. black turtlenecks, velvet skirts. walking through the forest in autumn. passing a graveyard and feeling a greyish presence. waiting anxiously for samhain.
romantic academia: writing flowery poetry about someone you’ll never speak to (guilty oops). a cozy alizarin sweater, pleated skirts. slow dancing around your room to the beatles. curling up with warm, pallid cups of tea and a book.
scholarly academia: impeccable notes in class. leather bound bags crammed with textbooks and pens. lots of coffee with scones, and even more late nights. a wide vocabulary (that people constantly comment on). lives in the library.
theatre academia: shakespeare, all the time - quoting, reading, praying for a school production of a midsummer nights dream. or the crucible. memorizing lines in the wings. taking on your character’s traits, even outside the theater.
gryffindor: haunted houses, pranks, drunk on sugar, face paint, dresses up as the knight in shining armour, pro at halloween games, ‘ghostbusters’, halloween pranks.
hufflepuff: baking treats, pumpkin picking, cute costumes, vanilla candles and pumpkin spice, fairy lights, lanterns, ‘hocus pocus’, campfires, movies under blankets.
ravenclaw: most creative costume, random facts about halloween, ‘buzzfeed unsolved’, pumpkin carving, gothic novels, witches and spells, board games, black cats, halloween puns.
slytherin: midnight trick or treating, graveyards, horror movies, dresses up as dracula, ghosts, fake blood, ‘the shining’, jumpscares.
when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit
what really struck me as a realization was when dostoyevsky said “A normal man, it is true, hardly exists. Among dozens – perhaps hundreds of thousands–hardly one is to be met with.” the idea of collective normalcy shattered right here.
academic brain wants to study and read and do shit but chemically imbalanced brain only knows lay in bed, procrastinate, and think about doing shit
have we gotten to the point where we can accept that dark academia tumblr is just the classic lit fandom or are we not ready for that yet