I Feel This So Hard And It Breaks My Heart

Dear Mr. Black by @languagelessonswolfstar ❄️🌟

This fic got me through Christmas, New Years, and January 20. It was the most beautiful, lovely, and cozy Christmas story. It felt like a warm blanket. The bind is fully inspired by Sirius's cookbook. This is my very first time making a unconventional-sized bind and it took too much brain power to figure it out because me dummy 😭 But I'm so happy with how it turned out. This might be one of my most favorite typesets I've done to date, so this is kind of a typeset appreciate post?

Portrait of the magnificent Chef Sirius Black was done by the most talented @blackthornwine 🥹🥹

The bind is now in its new home at @moonysbookshelves who adores this story as much as I do. Thank you for all the yaps dude 🫶🏻

When the world is basically on fire right now, you can find a perfect escape in Dear Mr. Black. It can be read for free on AO3. Enjoy the meal! 🍽️

For his birthday padfoot is giving out little kisses to his friends

If there is one thing I could plant in your heart, it’s that you matter, you’ll always matter.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Girl buried with a crown of ceramic flowers. Patras, 300-400 B.C. From the Museum of Patras.

This is hauntingly pretty...

where do I get one?

"Why didn't they just communicate?? They're so stupid!" Have you considered that communicating with someone you love and value and don't want to hurt is scary and that vulnerability takes practice and that perfect characters with perfect words make the most boring stories of all

Eye of a Rosier

"This cannot be messed around with, Pandora, it is not a toy chéri” her mother says in her smooth as silk voice, gently stroking circles into her cheek with her thumb, the long nail at the end of it poking her in the ear every now and then. Pandora's legs are tucked into her chest, covered by her nightgown. Her hair keeps falling in front of her eyes but it isn’t like she can see what is really here right now. Pandora is rocking backwards and forwards, trying not to crumble.

Don’t Panic is a command easier said than done, Pandora can feel the calm touch of her mother, the soothing voice to go along with it. But no matter how much she talks she cannot stop seeing the way in which her mother will die.

OR ; There is a curse running through the Rosier family, having been dormant for decades Pandora finds herself afflicted with the ability to see the death of whoever touches her.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63501622/chapters/162720847

this was written as part of the HP femininomenon fest lead by @messrsrarchives !! huge thank you to robyn and the mods @badhairred @radla @middleagedenragedmama @kelpforestfire @heartsoncovers @lemonlans

Devastating to have more evidence that done IS better than perfect

you know a fic is good when it has this

aaaaahh!

oh…oh my god.. that was savage