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'The truth is a matter of circumstance; it's not all things, to all people, all the time. Neither am I.' 'That's a tough way to live.' 'It's a good way not to die, though.'
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Astronomy Tower â December 6th
"Undignified? No, love, itâs not spectacular enough." Brandishing a cigarette, Rita holds it up with a faint smile. Actually genuine at the sight of her friend. "Not for us."
"Really, there is no demise in the world spectacular enough for us." She takes the cigarette with a brief nod of gratitude and then lights it with the tip of her wand. "So, what's the latest? Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"
Astronomy Tower â December 6th
Looks like we had the same idea.
â I mean, unless youâre here to jump.
Oh, you know I would never deign to go in such a crude and brutal way. Far too undignified.
Got one to spare?
C O R R I D O R || 7th December, 1976
"Okay, you really donât know about indie rock? Or just the word âindie?â Really? Because thatâs justâmy friend, you have been deprived most of your life. I swear, I need a class to explain just how awesome this music is, dear Godric.â
"Taking time to spread your eternal wisdom as per usual, I see," Andromeda commented lightheartedly, sidling up to the conversation. With a wave of her hand, she absentmindedly dismissed the now irrelevant third party, before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her. "But perhaps it can wait."

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Entrance Hall â 02.12.1976
"How can you say that?" He questioned. It was frustrating. It was down-right maddening that she would consider it to be her problem alone. This definitely wasnât just a problem that she had fabricated on her own. He knew that it was something that they had both created. It was something that they had both felt. Thus, that made it their problem. It made it something that they both had to figure out. Yetâ Andromeda was quick to insist that this was something that she had to worry about on her own. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wasnât going to make it that simple for her. He was too stubborn to allow her to take on thisâwhatever this wasâas something that she could take credit for handling on her own.
"Damnit, Andromeda, this isnât one-sided.â Once her hand had left his, he didnât hesitate to firmly yet gently grab a hold of her shoulders and look her squarely in the eyes. His light blue eyes searched hers with a mixture of emotion. Frustration, hope, confusion, fear. He was sure that all the emotion could be read there as he desperately tried to catch one inkling of emotion that her eyes held. âDidnât you hear me? I care about you. It fucking terrifies me but I do.â Honestly, he knew that he looked mad standing there. But, he couldnât help it. He had always been and probably always would be the type that was emotional and affectionate. That was, perhaps, why it frustrated him so much that she was so keen to hide so much of herself away to try to shoulder so much of it on her own.
"So yes.. I would say that it is my fucking problem. Becauseâ I care about you even if I didnât want to. I justâ I want these things that I know arenât possible. Butâ I mostly want you to be happy. I want you to be truly happy and not this fake happy that you have everyone fooled into," He said. He frowned before releasing the grip that he held on her. Sighing, he shook his head at her last comment. He didnât share the mocking smirk that she held. Instead, he looked down at his feet for a few short moments before glancing up at her. "Yeahâ but for how long?" He questioned. "How long until you decide that sneaking around with the Muggleborn isnât fun anymore?"
In the back of her mind, Andromeda could not help but think that something about the situation at hand seemed awfully familiar. Frankly, it almost made her want to laugh. "Well, maybe this isn't one-sided," she started, practically glaring up at him, "but this is my family, my world, my rulebook--my problem." Taking a small step forward, she held his gaze in spite of the vast array of emotions she could read in his eyes--sentiments delivered with a level of openness that was practically unheard of in her circles. Although determined not to sway from her convictions, even she could tell there was a brief moment when she wavered from the honesty of it, let him in despite all her best efforts to keep him out only to once more find herself scrambling to regain control. "Besides, it's not like you're the only secret I've kept from my family. I have many, and I've had them for a long time. Forgive me for not deferring to your obvious expertise in deception while I attempt to keep us out of the inevitable crossfire."
Despite instantly regretting her sarcasm, a part of Andromeda knew that mocking jabs were simply the only way she could be comfortable conveying anything personal and of actual substance. "May I remind you that I am not the one with a giant bullseye on my back. You are. And you know, that happens to be fucking terrifying to me, because I care about you." Reflexively looking away, she took a deep breath and pressed on before she could even really think about what she was saying. "There are people in my life who will do a lot more than put you in the Hospital Wing, Ted."
When she turned back to him, there was almost a hint of resentment in her eyes at his last comment. "Fun? Do you really think that is my motivation here? Because I was not aware that my pacing back and forth in front of the Hospital Wing looking like a complete idiot who cannot bring herself to open a damn door qualified as fun." Yet even in the case of Andromeda, no carefully calculated sharpness in her voice could properly conceal the pent up worry in her words. She sighed, and her expression softened. "But I did it anyway."
The Courtyard ⣠4th December, 1976
Doeâs main focus had never been on friends. She was awful at making them and even worse at maintaining them, the few that she did keep could vouch for her on that. Dorcas was prejudiced, even if she didnât want to admit it. She didnât wish to become friends with Andromeda, despite the reality that she wasnât all that bad, in fact, that she wasnât bad at all. Perhaps it was her heritage that irked her or even the fact that had her own mother married a different man, they would be in the same position. Regardless, she was obstinate towards her, good intentions or not and she doubted that their interactions would ever consist of anything other than sarcasm and the occasional scornful comment.
"No, but itâs still only lunch." The girl mused, amusement playing on her lips at the response and she was almost resentful for it. "What about your sister? You know, the volatile one. I wouldnât want her to beat me to it."
While Andromeda had indeed spent years cultivating some kind of popularity amongst her peers, she had also managed to make a majority of her relations suffer within the span of one week--for reckless and relentless as she liked being in mucking about and taking nothing particularly serious, she was certainly not an entirely docile and harmless creature. The second Black sister could antagonise people just as well as either one of her sisters. She made absolutely sure to give as good as she got. Even better when she was motivated by a genuine dislike for the person in question as opposed to simply being in a foul mood.
"I'm afraid I haven't seen her today," she spoke clearly and without hesitation, taking careful measures not to show any reaction to the mention of the sister she was on shaky terms with. In fact, she had not seen Bellatrix for more than a couple of days, but she was hardly about to air her private life for someone she barely liked, much less trusted. "I suppose you should get going--wouldn't want her to get a head start."
'Cause she's just like the weather Can't hold her together Born from dark water Daughter of the rain and snow
'Cause it's burning through the bloodline It's cutting down the family tree Growing in the landscape, darling In between you and me

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This is it, she thinks. This is the moment.
The moment to prove, once and for all, why I was almost a Gryffindor.
And the words are there, on the tip of her tongue--ready and waiting to emphatically state all the reasons that he is wrong, all the reasons that he cannot and should not back out on them. Because she simply won't have it. She won't have him give up on her. Not now. Maybe nine months ago, when they barely knew each other, but not now.
Because she knows now. She knows what this is--what they are, what they have always been. Things have been said that she can never unhear, and yet here they are and he has the audacity to stand in front of her and try to unsay them.
(A nagging voice at the back of her head reminds her that she has done the exact same thing to him. All the time. For nine months straight. And he always fights her on it.)
Now it is her turn. Her turn to step up. Her turn to put her foot down and and say that she knows the truth and she point blank refuses to accept his attempt to take it back. But for some reason, she simply cannot bring herself to do it; not even as the seconds pass and those words--or any words for that matter--refuse to leave her lips.
She finds that she is absolutely terrified of what might happen. And she is infuriated by that, because she has always been led to believe that when you love someone, fear is irrelevant. And she wants nothing more than to laugh in the face of her own insecurity. She wants to grab his wrist, look him straight in the eyes, and ask why.
Why did you kiss me? Why did you even start this?
In the end, fear and insecurity win out (they always do), and she says nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
She realises that there is a reason she was only almost a Gryffindor.
As she turns to leave, she thinks that perhaps the fault is not in her lack of bravery, but rather in her lack of motivation to be brave. After all, feelings are nearly always fleeting--and if she has learned anything, it is that only fools play fast and loose with their hearts. Perhaps she is willing to surrender without a fight because she does not care enough to shoulder the struggle. Perhaps she is willing to walk away because she simply does not want it enough to gamble everything.
That is what she tells herself, at least.
But as she rounds the corner, barely managing to contain her strangled sobs, a part of her knows that is simply not the truth.
Entrance Hall â 02.12.1976
He couldnât help but to notice how her expression changed as the topic circled back around to her parents. Almost by instinct, he reached out his hand to gently grasp onto her own. It was honestly a gesture of comfort similar to one that he would offer up any friend. However, he couldnât help but to notice just how different her hand felt in his. He was suddenly too aware of the way that it fit into his own and of the unfamiliar feeling that just one touch sent up his spine. Quickly, he shook his blonde head in order to snap himself back to reality. His hand still grasped onto hers; however, stubbornly working against the nagging voice reminding him of how stupid of an idea it was.
"Exceptâ it is my problem," He protested. He glanced down at his hand that was currently wrapped around hers. It was certainly his problem. Because, though he had even yet to say it aloud, it was quite obvious just how he was growing to care for Andromeda. It honestly scared him. It scared him for the reasons that people wouldnât think of. Naively, he wasnât terrified of the Black family themselves so much as he was being left behind. He knew that in the end a choice would have to be made. And wellâ he just knew that choice would leave him watching Andromeda run off to the Pureblood life she was meant for.
And why shouldnât she? It was selfish of Ted to think that she would choose otherwise. After all, if she were to choose otherwise then it would mean that she would be cut off from her family. He couldnât expect her to want that for herself. He didnât want that for her. Yetâ he selfishly wanted her to be able to still be around him, but there was no other alternative. It was one road or the other. He sighed before finally glancing back up to her. âI reallyâ I care about you a lot,â He started. He then frowned, âButâ I know where your family stands on peopleââ people like me. So, I understand why this is so difficult for you⌠and I would also understand if you chose to follow your familyâs wishes.â
His sudden touch almost made her flinch--not because it was in any way unpleasant, and definitely not because it was even the least bit unwelcome. But because she really was not expecting it. Everything about the gesture took her by surprise, including (perhaps especially) how she felt about it once the initial shock wore off. By no means was Andromeda a stranger to physical affection displayed between her and her friends; in fact, she often instigated small expressions of intimacy herself, having little to no qualms about engaging in that particular kind of closeness. Adjusting someone's collar. Playing with their hair. Leaning in over their shoulder to peer at the book in front of them. They were all natural to her, all done freely and frequently without a second thought. But somehow, Ted's hand around hers had the power to feel both warmly familiar and dizzyingly different all at once. Frankly, it made her head swim.
She barely noticed that their conversation had actually made them come to a stop. A part of her couldn't help but think that it seemed debating this thing with them--whatever this thing was--in the middle of corridors was quickly becoming their hallmark. "Except--it really is not your problem. It's my problem." Although her voice was firm, something about her steely expression seemed to crack as she gazed down at their hands, a moment of insecurity in her eyes that did not match the certainty in her words. "I--I want too many things. I want things I shouldn't want, and I want things I can never have, and I don't really want to want them, but I do." Looking up again, she suddenly took a deep breath and gently pulled herself out of his grip, a small but distinctively resolute smile on her face. "But nobody gets it all, I guess. I know that. And I know that I'm lucky because I still get a better life than most."
Grabbing the handle of her trunk, Andromeda paused for a few seconds to meet his gaze--the words I care about you a lot practically ringing through her ears as she kept a stream of unsaid sentences firmly locked behind her lips. "As for my family," she eventually started, once more making her way down the length of the torch-lit dungeon corridor. "I love them, and I am loyal to them, but I don't always agree with them. In fact, following their wishes has never really been my thing." She turned to him and managed a fairly mischievous smile. "Even before you came along."
There was a part of me that never left a part of you I wish I could be everything you wanted
âYou're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known. [...] And you're going to die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away, because you're strong, but sooner or later, that fire that I love about you... That fire's going to burn out.â

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I think once youâve thought about how a person sleeps, how theyâd feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed â once youâve thought about that, youâre fucked.
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I'm crazy about you. You make my blood boil, and I'm pretty sure we would kill each other by Sunday; but my God, it would be a glorious Saturday night.
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