Idk Who Needs To Hear This But Some Characters Just Hate Eachother. No Hidden Love. Yeah Sometimes People

Idk who needs to hear this but some characters just hate eachother. No hidden love. Yeah sometimes people just do not like eachother.

A small list of random ass sites I’ve found useful when writing:

Fragrantica: perfume enthusiast site that has a long list of scents. v helpful when you’re writing your guilty pleasure abo fics

Just One Cookbook: recipe site that centers on Japanese cuisine. Lots of different recipes to browse, plenty of inspiration so you’re not just “ramen and sushi” 

This comparing heights page: gives you a visual on height differences between characters

A page on the colors of bruises+healing stages: well just that. there you go. describe your bruises properly

McCormick Science Institute: yes this is a real thing. the site shows off research on spices and gives the history on them. be historically accurate or just indulge in mindless fascination. boost your restaurant au with it

A Glossary of Astronomy Terms: to pepper in that sweet terminology for your astrophysics major college au needs

Sometimes Britain would see the ghost of his oldest colony.

He would mock Britain’s state, make an absentminded comment about his successor or remind him of things he wants to forget.

But most of the time the blond man would just sit on his couch, idly reading the newspaper. He is still so beautiful with porcelain skin, alluring blue eyes and a river of gold flowing from his neck to the red carpeted floor. But something seems wrong. It’s probably the unrealistic peacefulness he gives him, or the cold air that sends a shiver down his spine. Could be the halo of thirteen stars glowing on his head, too.

America would glance at Britain just to turn his gaze back to whatever colorless news he was reading and the older nation can’t get his eyes off the other. He doesn’t even blink, as he feels like if he does, the Thirteen Colonies will be gone. The Thirteen Colonies of Great Britain will be gone.

But then his sweet boy would put the damned newspaper down and make his way to the kitchen. He would come back with a cup of tea that has the smell and taste Britain had always missed, hand it to him and smile - a smile with such tenderness and understanding that anyone will kill and die for it.

“How was your day, darling?”

And once again, Britain rules the world.

Hermione: I know what you are. Your journal. The diadem. Nagini

Tom: Say it out loud

Hermione: You’re Gay! For Abraxas!

Tom:….

Hermione: You’re not?

Tom: I’m not.

Hermione: *deletes Tombrax lemon fanfics and Tumblr posts*

Yes this looks very spring-ish but still.

Also please excuse the flowers :”)

My #1 Moomin headcanon: Little My pretends to sleep whenever she hears anything stupid so that she doesn’t have to actually give a response, but often fails as she can’t help giving an attitude.