bet you thought you’d seen the last of me
goldstcin-blog reblogged
hey team!
here’s the dealio. i’ve been gaining a lot of tract of late. i have two new stores in my region that have taken some time to induct, i’m bracing myself for an interstate move, as well as the next leg of my masters degree.
in addition, i’ve been roped into returning to an ENORMOUS fan project in an old fandom, as well as the reboot of three of my old blogs.
big, big, big time for er!!
so i’m popping tina in a box. not gonna say that i won’t be opening it… just that everything else will come before it. if i ever feel inspired to return, then yay. if not, no drama.
that said, if you want to keep up with me and my shitlord antics, you can always ask for my dis.cord, sky.pe, twit.ter, or any of my other accounts.
i don’t know about you, but i’ve had a blast. i’m ready to supersede into myth. but if you’re ever curious… don’t wait. take a trip. find me. i’m out here somewhere, in the woods. waiting.
hey team!
here's the dealio. i've been gaining a lot of tract of late. i have two new stores in my region that have taken some time to induct, i'm bracing myself for an interstate move, as well as the next leg of my masters degree.
in addition, i've been roped into returning to an ENORMOUS fan project in an old fandom, as well as the reboot of three of my old blogs.
big, big, big time for er!!
so i'm popping tina in a box. not gonna say that i won't be opening it... just that everything else will come before it. if i ever feel inspired to return, then yay. if not, no drama.
that said, if you want to keep up with me and my shitlord antics, you can always ask for my dis.cord, sky.pe, twit.ter, or any of my other accounts.
i don’t know about you, but i’ve had a blast. i’m ready to supersede into myth. but if you’re ever curious... don’t wait. take a trip. find me. i’m out here somewhere, in the woods. waiting.
goldstcin-blog reblogged
Fantastic Dump ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
it was actually happening, the boy was here, looking at tina goldstein — the girl who he has been speaking to, the one he turned to who became his friend. standing in front of her was a dream, but it felt so real and he just so happy to finally meet her in person.
the girl in front of him was everything he imagined, as if his mind already knew what she would look like. there were a few differences from what he first thought she’d appear like but that didn’t matter right now. she had a kind face, soft eyes and he had to admit that she was pretty, but he’d keep that to himself – she didn’t need to know that.
“ oh, i’m okay. i’mnot thirsty. “
he said as he began to sit down, a smile on his face. shorter? he questioned, how does one seem shorter in their letters? not that the answer mattered, but his mere curiosity was only wondering.
this was their first time meeting but he was so natural around here. usually, around other people, he would’ve been tense only because he was terrible with other but not around her. they looked like two people who knew each other since they were little kids.
“ i hope you haven’t been waiting too long. “
she’s been waiting ----- well. years, quite frankly. winters that turn into summers that turn into long mornings of longing, and even those dwindle into afternoons. words. pages. time that ticks a little too slowly. and now, she can see him.
❝ it’s not been long at all. time goes quick when you don’t know what you’re missin’. ❞ something her father had said. tina retakes her seat opposite newt, leaning ever so slightly into the light. he has something of a modest manner, but not at all unlikable. perhaps it’s just that tina has already warmed to this boy... he knows far more about her than all those up on mount greylock put together.
so, his handwriting doesn’t suit him. ( it’s short, and brief, like tina supposed newt might be. yes, he seemed SHORT in his letters. )
tina keeps her awkward silences brief ----- thankfully. she clears her throat, her eyes doing a wuivk once-over the inn. her sister sits in a corner with her friends, but is otherwise engaged, and not listening. ❝ you, uh... welcome to america, newt scamander. hope your trip was pleasant. ❞ some three thousand miles. three thousand miles, and he’s at her table.
❝ i’ve no idea where to even start. ❞
you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your mp3 player, itunes, spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs & then tag 10 people, no skipping // REPOST & DO NOT REBLOG !
tagged by: @miistergraves tagging: you see it? you do it.
- owl city // gold
- james newton howard // there’s always a flaw
- taylor swift // safe and sound
- echoes // tomorrow
- gorillaz // glitter freeze
- suzanne sundfor // white foxes
- daft punk // derezzed
- the beach boys // don’t worry baby
- ellie goulding // joy
- nicole scherzinger // right there
Rules : tag 10 people you would like to get to know better.
favorite place : the melbourne museum’s exhibiton on the mind. i think beneath those synapses
relationship status : perHAPS
favorite color : green or lilac or DEATH
pets : my housemate’s mangy cat, i hate it, i hope it gets taken away
last song I listened to : an a capella cover of jonsi’s where no one goes
favorite TV show : community???? i think??
first fandom : first PROPER fandom? mystery kids
hobbies : working, crying
books that I’m currently reading : lol who the fuck reads
favorite book : we are all stardust, a collection of essays by scientists and academics SIGNED BY MY PERSONAL HERO
worst thing you’ve ever eaten/tasted : fuck your tomato-hating face, u lil dingus
tagged by : @thedarklcrd tagging : u see it? u do it
goldstcin-blog reblogged
a softer world sentence starters.
- ❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜
- ❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜
- ❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜
- ❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜
- ❛ if you love something let it go. ❜
- ❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜
- ❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜
- ❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜
- ❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜
- ❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜
- ❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜
- ❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜
- ❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜
- ❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜
- ❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜
- ❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜
- ❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜
- ❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜
- ❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜
- ❛ we’re too far from help. ❜
- ❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜
- ❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜
- ❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜
- ❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜
- ❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜
- ❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜
- ❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜
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reblog with the age you turn in 2017
“No firecrackers this year. The neighbours complained.”
“ english !” pure exasperation moves tina from one room to the other. she hefts up her box of astral fiasco fireworks ( imported ----- a gift, and as very rare find. ) sans magic. because she means to -----
SLAM it down on the floor. a purple plume of explosive powder snakes between the dust motes in the air.
“ honestly. how do people here celebrate anything without anything lively ? and don’t say a bloody tea party.” tina’s derisive english accent is lilted and feeble ----- like the british. honestly, she has half a mind to launch her entire artillery into the neighbors’ yard.
“Psst. Hey. Hey, wake up. It’s midnight. Make your resolutions.”
oh, whoops. she’d promised ! tina had really, really tried, too.
they’d not gone home for the new year, or even for hanukkah. the rabbi ( and his wife ) held a grudge, apparently; six years on and they’re still not welcome at the synagogue. but to be honest... tina doesn’t mind it. she doesn’t even mind this thoroughly modern christmas that the school stages every year. the castle looks beautiful, the mountain is chilly, and the common room is all but deserted.
by new year, she’s just tired.
she wakes to a fire much dimmer than the one she’d fallen asleep to, but the pukwudgie common room is never starved for warmth. ( it’s queenie’s, after all, and that girl carries the spring in her cloak pocket. ) tina rubs the sleep from her eyes, readjusts her pajamas, and detangles her hair from her jumble of pens, papers and potions-work.
there’s queenie. fresh as a daisy. the quiet’s done her good.
“i don’t even know what i wanna do different next year...” she’d promised last year to talk to auntie more. whole lotta good that did her. the year before was the year that tina resolved to let go of her parents, but sometimes, she still feels her father’s hand in hers.
then, it hits her. tina snatches up a cast-off from her potions essay and scribbles furiously: a resolution. not more than two words. she folds it in half, takes aim, and casts it into the dying embers of the fire. “ up to luck, now.” then, tina pulls queenie into a groggy hug, and plants a kiss on her forehead. “happy new year. now let me go to bed.”
“I’m tipsy, covered in streamers, surrounded by hung over people, I have Auld Lang Syne stuck in my head, and I don’t know where my wand is. It is New Year’s.”
well, how is tina meant to help you ?? she’s equally oxed ----- if not more so, and she’s keening to get back to her corner of the office party. with a deep and unrefined sigh, she gropes for her own wand, which she’s tucked down the front of her shirt, in the top of her step-in.
“accio ----- wait.” at the risk of disarming the entire floor, tina refrains. she’s flushed; warm, and unable to push the smugness from her face as she takes her sister by the arm. if the both of them lean into each other, they can probably apparate safely home. “ come on. time for some air. before mister abernathy gets his eyes on you, huh ?”
if that doesn’t get queenie motoring, tina doesn’t know what will.
