Your Existence Is Greatly Appreciated. That’s Not Because Of Any Contributions, But Because You As

what most people think hufflepuffs are like

hufflepuff: friends! happiness! cuddles!

what hufflepuffs are actually like

hufflepuff: yeah i had like 3 mental break downs last night, but it washed all my makeup off so i’m kinda thriving

i’m in the process of making playlists for a:tla characters and i have a pressing question -

which song from harry styles gives off more aang vibes/sounds like something aang would listen to:

sweet creature or ever since new york?

somebody HELP i cannot stop imagining HL characters in phantom of the opera

• sebastian as the phantom (for obvious reasons, sorry queen)

• f!MC as christine (sing for me, baby)

• not sure if i prefer ominis or garreth as raoul, i love ominis but i’m not certain i want to put that sweet boy through any more trauma

• IMAGINE natty as meg, and prof. onai as madam giry

i could probably go on but i won’t for now :)

I DONT WANNA PAY BILLS I WANNA USE MY MONEY FOR FOOD AND LIL GIFTS FOR MYSELF AND MY LOVED ONES

reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.

reblog if you think

sign language should be taught as

a language in schools.

the fake scenarios in my head keep me going

hogwarts legacy // incorrect quotes ft. my mc 🐍

Another Love - tasm!peter parker x f!reader (1/3)

a/n: here is part one of three for my April Au.

warnings: historical inaccuracies abound. views mimic those of the time to the best of my ability. those being the need for an heir. but medieval king!peter is a feminist. i swear by it.

cross posted on ao3.

NEXT CHAPTER

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“i wanna take you somewhere so you know i care, 

but it’s so cold and i don’t know where.”

- another love; tom odell.

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You didn’t know how you got here, and yet a part of you had prepared for it all your life. As you stared out at the crowd in the beautiful hall, your wrist tied to King Peter’s, you fully realized the immensity of your situation. A Queen to a country not your own—married to a man who barely looked at you during the vow exchange. The priest standing beside you on the dais spoke so many words, but none of them reached your ears. You could only focus on the way your hand bleeding hand presently tied to King Peter’s throbbed like a beating heart, echoing the way your mind screamed at you to be anywhere but there. 

Bound to a man who barely acknowledged your presence as he swore fealty to you. Promised to love and cherish you as your husband. To never venture from your bed chamber—to provide the kingdom with an heir. Created with love, or at least the people of the court hoped for that. 

You knew this was only an arrangement. A marriage bartered like mere goods at a market. Your country intended to supply Ayelandia with goods to sustain them through another brutal winter after a time of war. Mere politics, disguised by a charade of a wedding for the people to fawn over. 

As if anyone cared. 

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