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Reblogged from laenij  732 notes

theresstillme:

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ginny as a little second-year—it’s just her third week into school and she’s already pulling late nights in the library trying to catch up by herself

because she’d ask the professors, but they look at her with this pity in their eyes she can’t stand

and the other kids…well, she may be young but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know they’re all whispering about her behind her back

so she’s like, drowning in this transfiguration text but she’s GOING TO GET THROUGH IT AND WRITE THIS SODDING ESSAY if it’s the LAST THING SHE EVER DOES

and she’s just about to start banging her head against the table when someone plops down beside her and says ‘wow, you’ve got the worst case of wrackspurts i’ve ever seen’

ginny looks over warily to see a skinny blonde girl staring at her with enormous blue eyes. she looks familiar from her classes, she thinks, but most of last year is just so fuzzy (it’s only the parts of it she wishes she could forget that are, of course, horrifically clear)

'not that i can see them,' the girl continues, tucking her wand behind her ear. 'they're invisible, wrackspurts. but you look like you've got a bad case. i'm luna. want to hear a joke? happy thoughts make them go away.'

oh. luna. loony luna. now ginny remembers. the girl with the weird father and the even weirder stories about creatures that don’t exist. the girl whose presence is followed by almost as many whispers as ginny’s.

luna’s staring at her, clearly waiting for an answer. she doesn’t look particularly loony to ginny. in fact, she looks like the one of the first students to be nice to ginny in almost three weeks.

'sure,' ginny says, a timid smile spreading across her face.

luna tilts her head. ‘you might not need a joke anymore. i think you’ve got happy thoughts of your own now.’

ginny leans in and grins more deliberately, and a warmth unfurls in her chest at the smile luna offers in return. ‘tell me anyway.’

Reblogged from cleolinda  358 notes

Step one. Suppose you clear away all the happinesses that you distrust? Step two. Clear away all the unhappinesses that you have come to trust. Get rid of them too, don’t count on your miseries or your titillations. What will be left behind? Perhaps, after you’ve cleaned all that out, you might find in the back of your cupboard something like the theme of the Goldberg Variations. A deeply trustable happiness. A tender, discombobulating — but not discombobulated! — smile with just enough sadness and loss in it to be believable, to be endurable. By

Jeremy Denk's beautiful meditation on ”the mishmash of reverence and irreverence” in Bach’s Goldberg Variations.

Lest we forget, happiness is a learned capacity

(via explore-blog)

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nikolasdraperivey:

CINEMATIC MILES MORALES COSPLAY

Yo! My name is Nikolas A. Draper-Ivey…This is cosplay as Cinematic Miles Morales: The Ultimate Spider Man. This suit was made by 
Jesse Covington ( Writer and Costume Designer) and sewn by Sasha Williams ( Fashion Major graduate). Photos were taken by Pierre BL Brevard I specifically would like to thank Marvel Comics Artist Sara Pichelli for designing this character. I’m also very excited to see Olivier Coipel's work on Spider-Verse!

(Full shoot will be shot in New York itself just in time for NYCC)