Kurt Cobain (via wnq-music)

m.a.w (via dvoyd)

PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.

  ‘I don’t really believe in luck, if you do though then    — congrats! all seems like shit to me. but, if you    don’t want to then that is fine, yes? not like I can    make you do anything. guesses are just always fun.’

‘  I think it all depends on the situation. But there are great injustices in the world & some receive the better end of the metaphorical stick, if you will. Sometimes it’s hard not to believe in it. But by looking at the set up------I’m curious, have you ever gotten it to WORK??  ’

“There’s curiosity, and then there’s just being rude.” Besides, he looked paler than she did. Who was he to talk?

‘ I suppose you are RIGHT. Though, you must admit, it was a VALID question. ’ 

harry potter spells + meanings (3/3)

i am not a good person. whenever i have something good i find this little voice inside me whispering “test it” “push it away” “it will only die, might as well be the one who wrecks it anyway.” i break things. i rip my own happiness apart.

She was sitting behind her desk, writing. Her head was hurting from all the information they’d had received the past couple of days. Death-eaters seemed to be everywhere, even among the people who she’d seen around Hogwarts. For example: the youngest Black brother, Regulus. She knew his brother Sirius was alright (although she never stopped including him in her suspicions), but his little brother wasn’t someone she knew very well. She looked up from her notes and saw Barty coming in. “Hey, Barty, you were close with that Regulus in Hogwarts, right? Anything special I should know about him??” She asked it casually and straight to the point.

Clock was running OVERTIME, work at the Ministry never-ending since the Dark Lord became a REAL threat to the Wizarding World. Loyalties were being tested as people were being captured from all sides, though Barty had the privileged opportunity to see what happened to BOTH. Of course, no one at the Ministry knew of his TRUE allegiance ( but that was the point------wasn’t it? ) & he PRIDED himself on his little secret. But eyes are focused on stack of papers he now holds within his hands, INFORMATION she’d requested about some of the recently graduated wizards & witches of Hogwarts------some of his FRIENDS. Dark eyes lift from the pages, focusing on her own as shoulders lift & fall into an unknowing shrug.

‘ He’s BRILLIANT, there’s a reason why we’re friends. WHY?? Did you find something of interest? ’

  ‘some say I have that ability, I don’t like to pry    though – it’s quite rude. but, yes, you would    be curious, wouldn’t you? MAYBE you can put    it all together if you’re smart enough, hm?’

‘ LEGILIMENCY---------really? How are you so positive it isn’t just pure, unadulterated LUCK? & I suppose I could, yes. But there’s just the question of whether I WANT to or not. ’

                                      ❛ you ACHIEVED all 12 o.w.l.s? ❜ lydia asked, jaw nearly dropping as she PROCESSED the fact. she had only TAKEN ten and even those had been certainly challenging to OBTAIN, ❛ that must have taken DECADES of studying. ❜ 

‘ Yes... ’      a wide GRIN spreads across his lips, seemingly PROUD of his achievements in passing them all. But while most people thought it was a CHALLENGE to do so, Barty just saw it as something he wanted to master, so he did--------------there was NOTHING more to it than that. & shoulders lift into a shrug as fingers move to toy with the TIME TURNER that hung loosely from his neck.       ‘ I suppose. Though I don’t really think if it as such. I had an innate DESIRE to master them all, so I took the necessary steps in order to achieve that----------------how MANY did you take? ’  

                            Maybe  it’s  the  rotten  smell  or  perhaps  just  the  drying  blood  covering  his  skin,  but  the  need  for  a  shower  just  grows  by  the  minute. Last  night  is  for  now  ignored  for  his  own  sanity,  even  if  he  knows  he  will  have  to  deal  with  its  implications  sooner  than  later.  His  own  family  is  undoubtedly  at  home  at  this  time,  so  no  safety  in  there.  In  the  whole  world,  there  is  really  just  one  person  he  can  fully  trust  to  show  up  at  the  doorstep  smelling  like  putridity  while  dirtied  with  blood  that  it’s  not  his  own  and  not  having  a  denunciation  sent  to  Azkaban  or  scaring  the  hell  out  of  the  other  wizard.  And  that’s  how  he  finds  himself  at  Barty  Crouch  Jr.’s  door. 

                              After  knocking,  Regulus  waits  and  as  soon  as  the  door  is  opened  he  steps  into  his  friend’s  home  as  this  whole  situation  were  just  another  normality.  

                             ‘  May  I  use  your  bathroom?  ’

There was something strange in the stillness, the QUIET. It had been so long since he’d had a night off, time to think for himself without someone orchestrating him from afar. & attention is STOLEN by the book that lays on his lap, a preferred method to pass the time, when he hears the sound of someone just outside the door. Eyes lift, focusing to & he draws his wand as he stands up, stories of the Dark Lord attacking Ministry officials all to REAL for the boy who now found himself at home ALONE. Thin fingers extend, unlocking the door before opening it & he’s SURPRISED by the sight-----------his friend COVERED in blood. Eyes widen, unable to comprehend what exactly had happened to him, but he steps back, ushering the other inside quickly in hopes that no one else would see.

‘ What happened to you? ’ 

“You’re right. I’m just too used to all that I guess. So… thank you? — If my choice was positive towards you, what then?”

‘ It’s almost a shame, really. You can BARELY tell just by looking at you. I don’t understand what all the FUSS is about. & I suppose if that were the case, we could use that information to our advantage. ’

“–I was born this way. Why are you so rude?”

‘ I hope you didn’t take offence... CURIOSITY oftentimes gets the better of me. ’

Fenrisúlfr, probably.