I Am Stuck In An Eternal State Of Yearning In Which I Romanticise And Fantasise About All The Lovers

Reblog if it’s ok for your mutuals to just send you posts they think you’d like or talk to you about random parts of their day

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 :)

greek goddess asks

aphrodite - who do you love most in this world?

hebe - what’s you’re fondest memory from your childhood?

melpomane - what is your favourite song?

nike - what are you most proud of?

thalia - who can always make you laugh when you’re feeling sad?

urania - do you believe in astrology? why/ why not?

selene - would you rather the sky had no moon or no stars?

polyhymnia - do you belong to a religion? which one?

pheme - which celebrity do you find most inspirational?

hecate - if you were a witch, what kind of animal would your familiar be?

clotho - do you want children? what do you want to call them?

artemis - are you a vegetarian/ vegan?

athena - do you have a favourite piece of art? what is it?

enyo - do you get angry easily?

harmonia - if you could learn to play any instrument, what would it be?

hestia - would you rather live in the countryside or the city? why?

hygenia - are you a tidy person?

nyx - when was the last time you stayed out past midnight?

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

HL students’ Patronuses

Here are my personal Headcannons:

Amit Thakkar- Owl (nocturnal, wise, practical, likes to be “above it all” but not in a pretentious way)

Everett Clopton- Crow (highly intelligent, but likes to cause mayhem)

Lucan Brattleby- Mantis Shrimp (Tiny, easily underestimated, but WILL fuck you up)

Natsai Onai- Gazelle (My exact reasoning is minor spoilers but it’s also just such a good fit for her)

Poppy Sweeting- Great Pyrenees (I know she has a story connection to Hippogriphs, and that would also work, but since magical creature Patronuses are rare I wanted to give her something that was adorable but also bred to protect sheep from wolves)

Sebastian Sallow- Bull (this one feels so obvious to me. He’s got big taurus energy in his single-mindedness and his disregard for the destruction that single-mindedness causes. But he’s also practical, devoted, intelligent, funny, and I always think of Bulls as a sort of tragic animal in like, a bullfighting context)

Ominis Gaunt- Mongoose (He doesn’t think he can produce one at first because of his past and that no one in his family can. So imagine how sweet it would be when he realizes that not only can he do it, but it’s an animal famous for fighting snakes! I also imagine that since he’s blind someone would have to tell him what that is, so theres some free fanfic potential there for ya)

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains.

Penny: Farmer, your turn! Two truths and one lie!

Farmer: Okay, so… My favorite color is red, I’m right-handed…

Farmer: And I explored all 120 floors of the mines and donated all my valuable artifacts to Gunther so he would give me a rusty key, letting me go down to the sewers and meet a friendly shadow guy, who I’m now letting live in my house to protect him from the dwarf assassins.

Penny: Oh, Farmer, as entertaining as that story was, I think you should make the lie a bit less obvious-

Sam: They’re left-handed.

Penny:

Sam:

Farmer:

Penny: YOU WHAT

Beauty and the Beast dir. Gary Trousdale, Kirk Wise | 1991

Ivy (R.L.)

Evermore

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: The reader is trapped in a loveless and neglectful arranged marriage. She hires her old school crush, Remus Lupin, to tutor her son

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of abuse, the reader is a mother, cheating, angst

Word Count: 4.9k

A/n: i am actually so so proud of this so um i hope you like it

Your life was nothing but a monotonous cycle of sameness, every day identical to the one before. Every day you awoke to a cold and empty bed, your silk sheets barren of who should be a loving husband. And every day you sat by your bay window with a cup of tea, leaving it unsipped until it became cold. You watched your son stumble around the manor, his tiny legs still clumsy like a newborn foal. You painted or read to bide your time, hoping to make the long hours go faster, but they never did. Nearly six years of this routine but no part of you longed to break free from it. 

You had been bred for this life since you had sprung into existence. You came from a prominent pureblood family and you were taught your place early on. You were to be silent and polite and you must not speak unless spoken to. It didn’t matter your intelligence or wit, you were nothing but a commodity with good posture and acceptable table manners. You were a pawn in your father’s chess game, something to be used for business deals and backdoor dealings. Your existence was for the purpose of your father’s advancement in pureblood society and nothing more. 

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