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    Matilda in her wedding dress

    Matilda X Gwen = MatiWen

    GweTilda

    For @ask-lewis-and-the-gang

    Matilda Yukino/Weld belongs to my msa oc sona

    #mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls ghost #mystery skull #mystery skull ghosts #msa oc#msa ocs #mystery skulls oc #my msa ocs #msa#msa sonas #my msa oc #mystery skulls sona #mystery skulls sonas #msa sona#matilda weld#matilda yukino#matilda yukino/weld#matilda#MatildaXGwen #Matilda X Gwen #MatiWen#GweTilda#wedding#wedding dress#gacha club#my gacha
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  • Ref is done! To add some description, Matilda here is just your average big gorl who loves her weights and home gym. She’s a bit shy, tho.

    That’s about all I will give until I get the ref done for my other OC. Hope y’all enjoy.

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    Zoo visit. Last on our annual card 😢

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    Matilda Yukino/Weld in cloaked outfit

    Matilda X Gwen = MatiWen

    GweTilda

    For @ask-lewis-and-the-gang

    #mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls ghost #mystery skull #mystery skull ghosts #msa oc#msa ocs #mystery skulls oc #matilda weld#matilda yukino#matilda yukino/weld#matilda #Matilda X Gwen #MatildaXGwen #mystery skulls sona #msa#msa sonas #my msa oc #my msa ocs
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  • For more than a thousand years, every summer, in the United Kingdom, the lives of a lucky cluster of eleven years old are radically changed.

    These are the stories of four of them.

    The fourth is that of a girl rational enough to know she was special, but too rational to admit it.

    {Fourth installment of the ‘Letters from Hogwarts’ series, but it stands alone}

    {‘Letters from Hogwarts’ on tumblr: Neville, Gus and Remus; on Ao3Neville, GusRemus and Hermione}

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    Thanks so much to @siderumincaelo for betaing this story!! ^^

    And happy birthday, Hermione! :D

    This is a companion piece of  Night in Transylvania (on Ao3), but the stories can be read independently and in whichever order you prefer.

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    Of Matilda, War and Peace

    °1985°

    “Excuse me, are you the librarian?”

    The man with the white beard behind the counter raised his head, offering Hermione a radiant smile.

    “I am,” he said with a little bow. “At your service, milady.”

    “I’m looking for a book, sir.”

    He winked. “You’re in the right place, then. Do you remember how it’s called?”

    “Well, I’m not looking for a specific one, just for one with a real story. I can’t keep reading books for little kids with pictures and nursery rhymes anymore.”

    The librarian chuckled with amusement. “You are a bright kid, aren’t you?”

    “And a very particular one,” said her mum with a smile, caressing her hair. “It turns out that Elmer the Patchwork Elephant is too simple for her.”

    “I finished it in thirteen minutes!” It was obvious that she would have found it simple.

    “Well, I’m sure we’ll manage to find a real book that suits you.” The librarian walked around his desk with a delighted expression and gestured for them to follow. “Come, I’ll show you the junior section.”

    Hermione nodded, pleased, and she followed him over the stairs, making an effort to keep up with his steps.

    “So, young lady, may I ask you how old are you?”

    “I’m five years and a half old,” she answered promptly, her chin held high.

    The librarian turned toward her, his eyes wide in surprise. “Five years and a half? Then you’re even smarter than I thought!”

    “I’m the only one in my classroom that can read proper books,” said Hermione, happy to clear things out. “The other girls still play with their Barbies.”

    “Once in a while you could play with them too, Hermione.” Her mum gave her a gentle smile. “There’s nothing wrong in it, and books don’t run away.”

    “Oh, well, sometimes our books do!” said the librarian with mirth. “One day they vanish, and they never come back.”

    Hermione’s heart missed a beat, and she swallowed hard. “ Vanish? You mean… into thin air?”

    Her mum squeezed her shoulder, but the librarian chuckled again. “More like at somebody’s place. I’m afraid not everyone remembers to bring back the books on loan, but I’m sure this won’t be your case.”

    Hermione’s heart calmed down. There was nothing to worry about: books couldn’t just vanish in thin air. Nothing could: her teacher had said it very clearly when Julia had made up that her Barbie had suddenly disappeared while she was playing.

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    #fanfiction#fanfic#ao3#harry potter#hermione granger #young hermione granger #mrs granger#mr granger#granger family #minor original characters #letters from hogwarts #pre-hogwarts#missing scene#matilda #the secret garden #library#long post#two-chapters story #happy birthday hermione!
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  • Matilda! My larger than life OC! A ref is coming soon with all the details, but here’s some large soles for you while you wait.

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    Eating Mexican food after our zoo visit. There was a bee, good service, and decent tacos. It was cute.

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  • I know for a lot of queer women Ms. Honey was their sexual awakening but for me it really was more of a promise that some day I’ll find my home and my family too ❤️

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    Making brownies with LG & GP plus an epic grill night.

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  • i’ve never seen / listened to the matilda musical but i somehow stumbled upon “revolting children” and i just know that i’ll be listening to this on repeat for the next two weeks

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  • birazda bilimsel espri


    Simyacı: *Suya taş atar ve duman çıkarır* MÖ Yaşayan İnsanlar: RIGMO CO @rigmoce God, God, God, God ,God

    Kaynak
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  • Day 14- Flowers

    Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, like the kind, courageous people in her books. It occurred to her that such talking dragons and princesses with hair long enough to climb… such people might *only* exist in story books. But she was about to discover she had a strength… a strength she wasn’t even aware of.

    Colors Used:

    Painted Polish- Stamped In Sage, Stamped In Salmon

    China Glaze- Lemon Fizz, Fade Into Hue, High Hopes, White On White

    Maniology- Shark Bait, Smudge Free Top Coat

    OPI- Matte Top Coat

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  • The family’s all here, :))

    In Order: Lorcan, Matilda, Landon, and Kieran

    #alpaca scribbles#alpaca's ocs#biome bananza#lorcan#matilda#landon#kieran #.finally got the last two family members done yayyy
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  • FFXIV Write 2020

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    12: Tooth and Nail

    TW: Violence. (Music)

    It was raining. It never rained in Ishgard, the frigid climate sending snowstorms or flurries instead. But tonight, it was raining.

    Matilda wasn’t sure how long she had been walking. Her worn jacket was soaked, in fact, all her was soaked, her hair sticking to her face. She had stopped caring a long time ago, perhaps before it even started raining. 

    The rain mixed with the blood coming from a cut at her temple as it ran down her face, making her vision hazy and red on one eye. The other eye was forced shut by swelling, skin already darkening. She tasted iron. Blood was running from a cut over her nose, getting into her nostrils and wetting her lips in a steady stream.

    Her walk was slow, aimless. She staggered. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to move. But she kept going. She feared that if she didn’t, if she let herself fall down on the wet cobblestone, let the rain wash away the blood and the hurt, she would never get up again. So she kept going. 


    It had gone wrong. It had all gone horribly, terrifyingly wrong. 

    Gadelie had found out, of course he had. They were children, how had they ever expected to fool him. He hadn’t been angry. That was almost what had scared her the most. He had lined them up, Graham, Ilvene and Matilda, a hand resting heavily on Graham’s shoulder. Gadelie’s tone had been almost fatherly. He had said how he admired his ambition, his cunning. But he couldn’t let him get away with something like this, he had to maintain order in his ranks. It was business, nothing more. The first blow had come before any of them had a chance to react. It had hit Graham in the stomach, bending him over with a dull thud, making him reel and gasp. The second blow knocked him to the ground. Then came the kicks.

    Matilda had heard herself scream something. She didn’t know what. Her voice had felt like it came from someplace else, like she was watching through someone else’s eyes as her brother laid on the ground, protecting his head from Gadelie’s boots. She had tried to get to him, but someone had held her back. She thought it was Ilvene at first, until she realized the tall girl too was on the ground, forced to her knees by one of Gadelie’s boys as another one struck her in the face, hard. Matilda watched as she coughed, a blue bruise forming on her cheek. Her eyes blurred with tears as the next blow fell. Beautiful Ilvene with the easy laugh. Just a few days ago, Matilda had teased her about holding hands with her brother when Matilda had caught them whispering at the dining table. Ilvene’s cheeks had turned red, even though she had laughed. Now they were blue from bruises.

    Matilda didn’t know how she had gotten to the ground herself, she didn’t know who was hitting or kicking her. Her world exploded into pain. They were dead, that was all she knew, they were dead and there was nothing she could do. She thought about her mom, and Fin, as the blows rained down on her. Thought about them huddled in the small, drafty house. What would they do without Graham and herself to take care of them? 

    She thought about Graham, being beaten to death on the cobblestones next to her. Her brother, who was bright and bold and the most brilliant person she knew. How could he have been this wrong? How could they all have?



    Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the shoulder, hard, and hauled her to her feet.

    She blinked the tears out of her eyes. Ilvene was shaking her. She was a bloody mess. She spat out what looked like a tooth. “Come on, Mattie,” she hissed. She elbowed a guy out of the way as he tried to jump her, wrestling Matilda away from the gang members who had been beating her. There was so much shouting. Someone was lying on the ground.

    Ilvene spun around, a wild look in her eyes. She bared her teeth and gave Matilda a push towards an opening. “Go,” she yelled. “Run.” Matilda blinked, too stunned to move. Ilvene pushed her again. “”Fucking run,” she shouted. Then she was struck again, falling to the ground.

    Matilda ran.


    She didn’t know how long it had been. She had been running at first. When she could no longer run, she walked, on and on through the wet streets of the Brume. Sometimes, people have passed her, but she barely noticed them. No one had come close.
    She couldn’t go back home, couldn’t risk them coming for her mom. For Finis. 

    She staggered again. Perhaps she should lie down. Let the blurry part of her vision take over, let the rain wash away this nightmare. There was nothing left. Graham was dead, Ilvene was gone. They had flown too close to the sun, and now they had paid.

    She heard steps behind her. She didn’t have the energy to run, or even to turn to see who it was. Someone grabbed her by the shoulder. She shouted, trying to kick them back. Then she felt arms around her. “Mattie! Mattie, it’s me.”
    Graham’s voice was close to her ear, his arms wrapped around hers to pin them down, stop her from fighting him. She gasped. She still couldn’t focus, couldn’t understand. Instead she just stood, going numb, arms down her side. Graham was dead. Did that mean she was dead too? 

    Graham rocked her. His sweater was wet and sticky, and not just with rain. “He’s dead,” he whispered. He held her tighter. “He’s dead,” he murmured again. “I killed him. This wasn’t… I’m sorry, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. It will be better, I promise.” 

    Matilda felt nothing. The world was distant. All that remained was the rain.

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  • Queenhithe

    There is only one remaining inlet along the waterfront in the City of London. Though fairly small and heavily silted up, it is a reminder of a time when trading ships would dock in the City itself, rather than in the Docklands or even further downriver at Tilbury. A dock was likely first established at this location in Roman times, though it would be re-established by King Alfred the Great in 899 after he resettled the abandoned Londinium, whose walls offered better protection from Viking raids. During Saxon times the dock was known as Ethelred’s Hythe (Ethelred’s Harbour).

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    In the 12th Century, Queen Matilda, wife of Henry I, was granted the duties on all goods landed at the dock, and from then on it was known as Queenhithe. Matilda is recorded as giving the income she received to charities, one of which was reputedly a “place of easement” (a toilet) located at the dock. The right to the duties was retained by successive English queens, and for many years Queenhithe was an important dock for handling grain and other foodstuff coming into London.

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    However, as ship building techniques developed and allowed for larger vessels, bigger docks were also needed. Queenhithe’s use as a principle dock declined in favour of wharfs downstream, where access was not restricted by London Bridge. Use of the dock continued into the 20th Century for the fur and tanning trades, but this too eventually ceased.

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    The dock, including its wharf walls and adjacent street, was designated a Scheduled Ancient Monument in 1973. Since then, archaeological excavations revealed much about the history of the area, whilst the Environment Agency and City of London incorporated the dock into the flood defences for the City, strengthening the walls, whilst maintaining the dock’s appearance and minimising the impact on its ecology – the foreshore helps to support invertebrates, fish and seaweed found in the Thames. In 2014, the Queenhithe Mosaic was unveiled on the wall of Queenhithe Dock, depicting key figures and events from the history of the dock and the nearby area.

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