carry-on-my-wayward-madman:


An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.

Alice pushed through the crowd at the the train station, jostling past people. Everything was in its normal shades of black, white and grey. She tried to imagine what the world would be like in colour — so many poems had been written about it, describing the way that colour would flood the world, making gloomy, dismal days into brilliant, thronging explosions of colour. Her parents had tried to describe colours to her, and she had known the rainbow off by heart since she was 5, but she couldn’t imagine what a colour would actually look like. Sometimes she worried that the world had changed already and she hadn’t noticed — what if the stories exaggerated, and colours were just greys and blacks and whites that were minutely different? It seemed impossible that everything would change, as impossible as finding that one person who would turn the world upside down.
She continued darting through gaps as they opened between the push of people, intent on her goal of passing through the crammed doorways. Alice sighed. Large crowds made her claustrophobic.Getting through the doorways at peak hour was a daily ordeal, and she braced herself before plunging into the melee. People pushed past in the opposite direction, rushing to make the next train. She tried to dart into a small opening, but stepped wrong on someone’s foot. She overbalanced and tripped. Her arms flew out as she fell, grappling for something to hold onto, brushing over the jackets, arms and hands of the mass of people that pressed around her. She hit the floor with a thud, and the crowd parted around her as it pressed onward towards the train. She rubbed her hand as she got up, looking down briefly to check for damage, and stopped. Alice stared.
Instead of the normal light grey, her hand was a colour she had no name for — light, almost garishly flushed compared to her accustomed greys and blacks. She blinked hard. Maybe she’d hit her head? She glanced over across the crowd, and stepped back in shock. 
Everywhere she looked, new colours leapt to life as if they had been waiting for her glance to set them alight. They jostled her eyes, bright and absurd and garish and impossibly beautiful in a way that none of the stories had captured, for all the grandeur of their description. It was as if the world had awoken for the first time, and she had only just realised that she’d been asleep. 
Just as suddenly as they’d come, the colours started to fade.
Through the shock, a thought came suddenly — soul mate. You see colours when you touch your soul mate. Alice spun around, eyes combing the crowd that clamoured through the doors. As she’d fallen, she’d touched several people at least, and hadn’t seen any of their faces — it could have been that girl with the hat, or the one looking at her watch, or maybe she was already on the train. Alice pushed back the way she’d come, searching with increasing desperation for someone as stunned as her. Everyone in the crowd seemed unconcerned, unaffected — surely if they had just started seeing in colours they’d be searching for her too? Alice started to panic. In all the stories, it was so simple — you touch, you see colours, you know that you’ll love the person forever. No one else had lost their soulmate in a train station without even seeing their face.
She ran her hand through her hair, and felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to apologise for being in the way, but stopped. Facing her was a girl made of more colours than she’d ever imagined. The light seemed to cling to her, shining darkly off her mane of tight curls and dancing along her cheekbones. Her lips were slightly crinkled, a deeper shade of some perfect, unnameable colour making lines from the centre of her mouth. Her eyes were a mellow, deep shade, a colour that made Alice feel like she could melt into them, with flecks of darkness dotted through them. The girl was staring at Alice as if she wanted to drink every detail, and, still staring, she started, “Did you-“. Her voice came out crackly, and she cleared her throat. Alice’s eyes followed the movement, captivated by the play of shadows with colours along the girl’s soft neck. The girl started again. “Did you fall over just now, by any chance?”
Alice nodded, feeling a smile start just behind her lips. She parted them, wanting to speak, to say that she had never seen anything as beautiful as this girl, wanting to ask to know everything, every memory, fear, hope, to hear about every colour in their new spectrum, to stay holding her hand forever so that she could see the world like this, to have the girl hear that now that Alice had found her, she was never going to let her go. She parted her lips, and started simply.
"I’m Alice."
"Hannah."
Hannah, she thought, the smile stretching her face uncontrollably into a grin. It was a good start.

carry-on-my-wayward-madman:

An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.

Alice pushed through the crowd at the the train station, jostling past people. Everything was in its normal shades of black, white and grey. She tried to imagine what the world would be like in colour — so many poems had been written about it, describing the way that colour would flood the world, making gloomy, dismal days into brilliant, thronging explosions of colour. Her parents had tried to describe colours to her, and she had known the rainbow off by heart since she was 5, but she couldn’t imagine what a colour would actually look like. Sometimes she worried that the world had changed already and she hadn’t noticed — what if the stories exaggerated, and colours were just greys and blacks and whites that were minutely different? It seemed impossible that everything would change, as impossible as finding that one person who would turn the world upside down.

She continued darting through gaps as they opened between the push of people, intent on her goal of passing through the crammed doorways. Alice sighed. Large crowds made her claustrophobic.Getting through the doorways at peak hour was a daily ordeal, and she braced herself before plunging into the melee. People pushed past in the opposite direction, rushing to make the next train. She tried to dart into a small opening, but stepped wrong on someone’s foot. She overbalanced and tripped. Her arms flew out as she fell, grappling for something to hold onto, brushing over the jackets, arms and hands of the mass of people that pressed around her. She hit the floor with a thud, and the crowd parted around her as it pressed onward towards the train. She rubbed her hand as she got up, looking down briefly to check for damage, and stopped. Alice stared.

Instead of the normal light grey, her hand was a colour she had no name for — light, almost garishly flushed compared to her accustomed greys and blacks. She blinked hard. Maybe she’d hit her head? She glanced over across the crowd, and stepped back in shock. 

Everywhere she looked, new colours leapt to life as if they had been waiting for her glance to set them alight. They jostled her eyes, bright and absurd and garish and impossibly beautiful in a way that none of the stories had captured, for all the grandeur of their description. It was as if the world had awoken for the first time, and she had only just realised that she’d been asleep. 

Just as suddenly as they’d come, the colours started to fade.

Through the shock, a thought came suddenly — soul mate. You see colours when you touch your soul mate. Alice spun around, eyes combing the crowd that clamoured through the doors. As she’d fallen, she’d touched several people at least, and hadn’t seen any of their faces — it could have been that girl with the hat, or the one looking at her watch, or maybe she was already on the train. Alice pushed back the way she’d come, searching with increasing desperation for someone as stunned as her. Everyone in the crowd seemed unconcerned, unaffected — surely if they had just started seeing in colours they’d be searching for her too? Alice started to panic. In all the stories, it was so simple — you touch, you see colours, you know that you’ll love the person forever. No one else had lost their soulmate in a train station without even seeing their face.

She ran her hand through her hair, and felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to apologise for being in the way, but stopped. Facing her was a girl made of more colours than she’d ever imagined. The light seemed to cling to her, shining darkly off her mane of tight curls and dancing along her cheekbones. Her lips were slightly crinkled, a deeper shade of some perfect, unnameable colour making lines from the centre of her mouth. Her eyes were a mellow, deep shade, a colour that made Alice feel like she could melt into them, with flecks of darkness dotted through them. The girl was staring at Alice as if she wanted to drink every detail, and, still staring, she started, “Did you-“. Her voice came out crackly, and she cleared her throat. Alice’s eyes followed the movement, captivated by the play of shadows with colours along the girl’s soft neck. The girl started again. “Did you fall over just now, by any chance?”

Alice nodded, feeling a smile start just behind her lips. She parted them, wanting to speak, to say that she had never seen anything as beautiful as this girl, wanting to ask to know everything, every memory, fear, hope, to hear about every colour in their new spectrum, to stay holding her hand forever so that she could see the world like this, to have the girl hear that now that Alice had found her, she was never going to let her go. She parted her lips, and started simply.

"I’m Alice."

"Hannah."

Hannah, she thought, the smile stretching her face uncontrollably into a grin. It was a good start.

tyrianterror:

roachpatrol:

nearly-headless-horseman:

totalnerd666:

her-my-oh-ne:

#can we just stop and appreciate Harry’s face in this scene? #I mean, he’s literally waiting for someone to say something about Hermione’s blood status #she’s the only Muggleborn in the slug club full of purebloods and well known people #and Harry’s there just like “say something I dare you” #and if you look at her face, you can see the actual hesitation and somewhat fear of what will happen next after telling of her parents occupation #Harry truly is acting like Hermione’s big brother, which I absolutely love #i just adore this scene

I love that Neville looks genuinely interested in what hermione’s talking about.

Harry: I wish a motherfucka would talk shit right nowSay something, make my dayDas right

Nevile looks like he’s just made a private mental note in flaming red ink: WHATEVER THE HELL A DENTIST IS, DON’T MESS WITH ONE. 

#this is a harry potter blog #seriously any profession that turns out a kid like hermione #must be utterly terrifying #neville finds out it involves rearranging people’s teeth with wires and drills #and drugs and scrapy knives #and is like AHA #I KNEW IT#I KNEW THEY WERE TERRIFYING #hermione granger: horrifying storm of a girl since day one #(so do the muggles have to be hunted down for that or does the government assign you targets) he asks her one day #she squints at him for a long time #’they volunteer’ she says eventually #neville shivers #muggles are HARDCORE
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tyrianterror:

roachpatrol:

nearly-headless-horseman:

totalnerd666:

her-my-oh-ne:

#can we just stop and appreciate Harry’s face in this scene? #I mean, he’s literally waiting for someone to say something about Hermione’s blood status #she’s the only Muggleborn in the slug club full of purebloods and well known people #and Harry’s there just like “say something I dare you” #and if you look at her face, you can see the actual hesitation and somewhat fear of what will happen next after telling of her parents occupation #Harry truly is acting like Hermione’s big brother, which I absolutely love #i just adore this scene

I love that Neville looks genuinely interested in what hermione’s talking about.

Harry: I wish a motherfucka would talk shit right nowSay something, make my dayDas right

Nevile looks like he’s just made a private mental note in flaming red ink: WHATEVER THE HELL A DENTIST IS, DON’T MESS WITH ONE. 

#this is a harry potter blog #seriously any profession that turns out a kid like hermione #must be utterly terrifying #neville finds out it involves rearranging people’s teeth with wires and drills #and drugs and scrapy knives #and is like AHA #I KNEW IT#I KNEW THEY WERE TERRIFYING #hermione granger: horrifying storm of a girl since day one #(so do the muggles have to be hunted down for that or does the government assign you targets) he asks her one day #she squints at him for a long time #’they volunteer’ she says eventually #neville shivers #muggles are HARDCORE
Including tags because oh my fucking god.
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tyrianterror:

roachpatrol:

nearly-headless-horseman:

totalnerd666:

her-my-oh-ne:

#can we just stop and appreciate Harry’s face in this scene? #I mean, he’s literally waiting for someone to say something about Hermione’s blood status #she’s the only Muggleborn in the slug club full of purebloods and well known people #and Harry’s there just like “say something I dare you” #and if you look at her face, you can see the actual hesitation and somewhat fear of what will happen next after telling of her parents occupation #Harry truly is acting like Hermione’s big brother, which I absolutely love #i just adore this scene

I love that Neville looks genuinely interested in what hermione’s talking about.

Harry: I wish a motherfucka would talk shit right nowSay something, make my dayDas right

Nevile looks like he’s just made a private mental note in flaming red ink: WHATEVER THE HELL A DENTIST IS, DON’T MESS WITH ONE. 

#this is a harry potter blog #seriously any profession that turns out a kid like hermione #must be utterly terrifying #neville finds out it involves rearranging people’s teeth with wires and drills #and drugs and scrapy knives #and is like AHA #I KNEW IT#I KNEW THEY WERE TERRIFYING #hermione granger: horrifying storm of a girl since day one #(so do the muggles have to be hunted down for that or does the government assign you targets) he asks her one day #she squints at him for a long time #’they volunteer’ she says eventually #neville shivers #muggles are HARDCORE
Including tags because oh my fucking god.
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tyrianterror:

roachpatrol:

nearly-headless-horseman:

totalnerd666:

her-my-oh-ne:

#can we just stop and appreciate Harry’s face in this scene? #I mean, he’s literally waiting for someone to say something about Hermione’s blood status #she’s the only Muggleborn in the slug club full of purebloods and well known people #and Harry’s there just like “say something I dare you” #and if you look at her face, you can see the actual hesitation and somewhat fear of what will happen next after telling of her parents occupation #Harry truly is acting like Hermione’s big brother, which I absolutely love #i just adore this scene

I love that Neville looks genuinely interested in what hermione’s talking about.

Harry: I wish a motherfucka would talk shit right now
Say something, make my day
Das right

Nevile looks like he’s just made a private mental note in flaming red ink: WHATEVER THE HELL A DENTIST IS, DON’T MESS WITH ONE. 

            

Including tags because oh my fucking god.

danstoncoeur:

princessjohnegbert:




Fun Historical Fact: There used to be more gay and lesbian content in early silent films until religious groups protested resulting in “decency standards.”



THE WAY THE ONE GIRL LOOKS DOWN ALL SHY AND THE OTHER CUPS HER FACE SO SWEETLY TO COMFORT HER- AHHHH

THIS IS MY FAVORITE GIF OF ALL TIME. I ALWAYS GET HAPPY WHEN I SEE IT ON MY DASH GAAAAH.

danstoncoeur:

princessjohnegbert:

Fun Historical Fact: There used to be more gay and lesbian content in early silent films until religious groups protested resulting in “decency standards.”

THE WAY THE ONE GIRL LOOKS DOWN ALL SHY AND THE OTHER CUPS HER FACE SO SWEETLY TO COMFORT HER- AHHHH

THIS IS MY FAVORITE GIF OF ALL TIME. I ALWAYS GET HAPPY WHEN I SEE IT ON MY DASH GAAAAH.