*when You Stay Up All Night Reading Fluffy Fics*

Natalia Alianovna Romanova “I’ve got red in my ledger; I’d like to wipe it out.”

*I tried.

What if instead of gilly weed Harry had showed up to the black lake challenge in muggle scuba gear like “like where’s your advanced magic now bitches? Got me a free fishing knife with this thing”

shades of lipstick: aesthetics

classic red - cotton candy lollipops, sequin converse, art galleries, leather skirts, fold hoops, rooftop gardens, vintage cars, balloon arches

understated nude - skateboards with a wobbly wheel, beach nights, acoustic guitars, antique shops, wild highlights, paint-stained fingers

perfect plum - uneven bangs, lace tights, ceramic mugs, half-finished books, knitting needles and wool yarn, bare feet on hardwood floors, scented markers

sunset orange - learning new languages, piano ballads, spicy food, muddy hiking books, stamped passports, corner cafes, scarves and beanies

blush pink - frozen lakes, bullet journals, Japanese Cherry Blossoms, sad smiles, movie nights with friends, fuzzy socks, fairy lights

black cherry merlot - tulle skirts and heels, spoken word poetry, chokers, apple picking, a lane of lampposts, heart-shaped sunglasses, hardcover books

types of students: times of day

2am: neon lights, big dreams, phone notifications on, life plans in a journal, random burst of productivity, quiet unless with friends, poetry, working hard for something and achieving it

6am: studying with friends, pastel aesthetic, empty coffee shops, plant pots, expensive highlighters, bullet journaling, english class, finishing assignments on time, croissants

9am: motivational speeches, coffee supply that could last a year, full face of make-up, political science, perfectionism, trying your very best at everything, studying all days, hard work, ap classes

1pm: drinking tea, healthy snacks, study group, procrastination, scrolling studyblr, cute pajamas, easy a’s, philosophical conversations, getting distracted, lots of motivation, a bit lost, undecided major

3pm: after-school activities, one specific dream college, appreciating the aesthetic, reaching your goals, student council president, becoming friends with teachers, smiling in the hardest of times, studyspo pictures

7pm: messy handwriting, doodles on the paper, always looking your best, bold lipstick, scattered ideas, dark skies, tumblr in class, always the first to apologize after an argument, sweet voice, good heart

12pm: physical textbooks, libraries, campus marble walls, slow burn romance, reminiscing of what could have been, cries over bad grades, old soul, vintage

jimmykimmellive: Backstage at #Kimmel with Timothée Chalamet Oprah! #CMBYN #WrinkleInTime 

Please can you give me some summer love AUs? (PS, thank you for all of the hard work you guys put into this library X)

here are some fics set in the summer:

All Summer Long We’ve Both Been Free by perfect_plan (complete |40,841 | M)

Steve has finished school for the summer and waits for the influx of visitors to the island where he lives and the friendships that may bring. What he gets is a whole lot more and this summer will change him in more ways than he could ever imagine.

Fantasmic! by mambo (oneshot |11,464 | T)

It’s Steve’s second summer working at Disney World when he meets Prince Charming (aka: Bucky Barnes, college kid from Brooklyn whose ass looks absolutely devastating in his Prince Charming slacks) and maybe starts to feel a little Disney magic in his heart.

These American Dreams (ain’t no white picket fences left for me) by kariye (oneshot |50,608 | E)

In which Bucky has a house, a dog, an herb garden, and a serious case of insomnia. Welcome to Havensport, Indiana (population 8,294), where Tom’s Neighborhood Grocer stays open all night, little old ladies call the car shop to get their refrigerators repaired, and the heat of summer days and the length of summer nights can make you think that this perfect world will last forever.

Communism was just a red herring by notallbees (oneshot |17,448 | M)

It’s the 90s, it’s summer break, and Bucky is staying with Steve for two months while his parents travel to India.

It’s shaping up to be the best summer ever until Steve’s mom makes things weird by telling them that they’re gay for each other. All of a sudden Steve is full of strange thoughts about his best friend, and Bucky will barely speak to him. All Steve wants is to make things right again.

EDIT: Anon sent in

Everything Magical by rooonil_waazlib (WIP |6,812 | E)

Steve’s just about to apologize when the girl elbows her brother again. “Ask him out, Bucky,” she says, still looking at Steve, not even pretending to whisper.

The man—Bucky—turns to gape at her. “Becca,” he hisses.

“What?” she asks, smirking. “You said you want to.” She winks at Steve. “Or you can ask him. He’ll say yes, I promise.” Steve’s heart pounds a little—should he?

weather as types of people

Wind: Nomadic people are those who love wind. They are born of change and circumstance. Their worst enemy is the jailor of restriction. Seldom seen with restricting clothes, they like to move as they please. Messages pass their hands many times a day, and they love to be the bearer of news: whether good or bad, gossip or fun. They are desert people: hearts of sand and time, ever changing, always different. They are late-night pitstop people: gas station spirits and moonlight souls. People of change, people of destiny, people of drive.

Rain: Gentle souls. Instead of being in constant state of growth like most people, they are in a constant state of settling into themselves. Their presence is a calming one, even if they are not calm within themselves. They create effortlessly, ideas always flowing from them when they are present. When ideas are not present, the drought comes: not a drought of dehydration, but a drought of inspiration. When this drought comes, the people of rain have nothing to offer. All creativity is gone, all motive is lost. That is, until it rains again. A mysterious people, are those made of rain.

Thunder: Thunderous people can often be too loud, too much, and too frightening to those who do not understand them. Their anger holds the power of the earth, and heaven forbid you should see one cry. While they may shout and laugh, and be the greatest presence in the room, their loudness does not reflect who they are. Stormy emotion is their way to be heard, even if it isn’t the way they are best understood. You do not know a person of thunder, until you have studied while one slept next to you, or watched from a distance as they created something. You can hold no judgement to their stormy hearts until you take the time to know one. And should you manage to befriend one, you will find a strange sense of ancientness in their mannerisms. In the way they look off into the distance when they think nobody is watching, in how their art reflects people and places that no longer exist, in how they breathe so steadily beside you, as if they are meant to live forever.

Hail: Just like that embarrassing thing that happened to you in second grade, just like a memory that fills you with nostalgia at odd hours of the night, so hail people only appear in the moments before you fall asleep. They are beautiful in person, yes, but it is not until you have a time to ponder their beauty that you begin to see how incredible they truly are. Buffeted by wind, thrust up into the sky over and over again, their hearts have hardened to ice. But ice can melt; that is apparent with people of this kind. Give them a warm touch, and a kind eye. They will melt, and it will be beautiful.

Snow: Falling slowly, falling beautifully. People of snow are quiet and sad, but there is beauty in it. They drift downward, decorating the world with beauty as they go. You don’t see them much, since they’re quiet and rarely around. But it isn’t until they go missing that you realize how much they’ve impacted your life. They have an odd habit of making everything seem alright. When they speak, it is as if all the world is silent around them. You can never quite describe it, but they have a gentle peace about them: as if they know they are quickly failing, and are content with darkness that will approach. I’m sorry if you’ve ever held one’s hand, because there is no falling out of love with them. I’m sorry if you’ve ever heard one sing, because their music will never stop ringing in your ears. They are quiet. They are beautiful. They impact you in small ways, until everything you’re made up of seems to hold a piece of them.

A lot of men proposed to me in my 20s. I could be thrice divorced by now.

“It’s weird how you can be so happy to graduate, to move on, to be free from it all yet that the moment you visit old teachers or listen to songs you grew up with, the butterflies stop and sink.”

— c.t.//I’m scared to graduate and I have a year left//

types of students: flowers

rose: aesthetic notebooks, sad movies, writing a diary, written work, looking up ten or so new fonts every day, soft giggles, can be distracted easily, sweet, always helping other students

sunflower: extremely competitive, studies wherever, high motivation but sometimes no talent, does the talking in group presentations, asks the questions others are afraid to ask, going on walks to clear your mind

lily: reading the course material over and over until you get it, fairy lights, can be innocent, cries over bad grades, disorganized, wants to bujo but doesn’t know how, dancer, probably scared to ask for help

orchid: self-starter, cinephile, can do anything they set their mind to, vintage supplies, always returns what they borrowed, best friends with the librarian, soft voice, ink pens

daisy: natural, wants to change the world someday, vegetarian, activist, can change your mind in two seconds, genuine laughter, not wanting anybody to feel left out, reading extra books because you’re not feeling challenged enough, getting lost in crowds, europe travels

cherry blossom: doodles in the margin, always tries their best, needs a lot of validation sometimes, shy, borrowing your friend’s notes and their sweaters, chapstick, bringing hot chocolate to study groups, mom friends, super organized, smol bean