wow i miss this blog a lot
all his life he’s been told he’ll be NOTHING when he’s old ; all the kicks & all the blows, he won’t ever let it show
because he’s S T R O N G E R than you know, a heart of steel starts to grow.
( independent blog for harry potter’s VAISEY. )
all his life he’s been told he’ll be NOTHING when he’s old ; all the kicks & all the blows, he won’t ever let it show
because he’s S T R O N G E R than you know, a heart of steel starts to grow.
( independent blog for harry potter’s VAISEY. )
MAKE ME CHOOSE MEME > Michael Trevino orDaniel Sharman(asked by dylnsobrien)
will someone please give me an ‘exes who still live together because money is tight and it just gets really complicated’
headcannons include:
muse a crying in the shower and muse b hears them and cooks them dinner
oops we accidentally kissed and now you’re not talking to me
muse b brings home another girl/boy and they seem like a massive asshole (but really, they’re insanely nice and muse a is just jealous)
muse a brings home another girl/boy and ends up sleeping with muse b instead
and many more pls someone give me this
Thomas, Iain. I Wrote This For You (via wordsnquotes)
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{ fxckingflint liked for a starter }
❝ ——- marcus flint. ❞ his name sounded like a jumble of high-pitched ADMIRATION from her lips, eagerness in her eyes as she realized just who she was seated beside at the bar. it had been years since she had seen her former house- mate, && odds were, he probably didn’t remember her. there was a CONSIDERABLE age difference between the two. though the witch ignored that, acting CONFIDENTLY as she spoke. ❝ how honored am i to be sitting next to witch weekly’s hottest bachelor of the month. ❞ blonde eyebrows raise as she takes a sip of her firewhiskey, mocking && praising him all in the same sentence. smooth ( or so she thought )
the face of the girl sitting beside him is one he doesn’t RECOGNISE, though the way she speaks his name gives a clear indication that she knows exactly who he is --- having people he isn’t so sure he knows approach & speak to him sure isn’t uncommon with his position on the falmouth falcons team. he offers her a somewhat STRAINED smile at her comment, taking the glass sitting at the bar in front of him and downing it in one go ; he’s not quite used to these encounters yet.
❛ i’m not so sure i’m PROUD of having such a title. ❜
The Fray - Kiss Me (Cover)
i need help !! how do i class this character who i’ve fleshed out myself and who only has about three canon facts known about him (those being his last name, house & the fact that he plays quidditch) ? would that be semi-canon or w HAT i don’t know i just miss noah
endlessroadhome (via wnq-writers)
pls give me “we’re exes who ended on kind of shitty terms but are trying to ‘stay friends’ anyway, and we occasionally sabotage each other’s dates, get drunk and fuck, scream and fight until four in the morning and still refuse to acknowledge maybe we’re not quite as over each other as we like to think we are.”
a PALE sky outside & no sign of life. even the WINDOWS had started to betray heror so she believed. spoon carefully twirling in her cup, their lives had become a PRISON. trapped inside four walls with a person either of them DIDN’T want to even look at. what happens when you put two METAL vessels together ? (unwanted clanks.) that is what their MARRIAGE had reduced down to. both so YOUNG& one pair of eyes full of dreams now impossible to chase after.
she didn’t expect much from him. maybe one or two FRIENDLY conversations. one smile. one moment of WEAKNESS. after all, they were to spend their lives together (till death do apart)might as well TRY to make it BEARABLE. however, this answer of his just reminds her of the TRUTH of their relationship. there was nolove, nocare, just sharp JABS & SQUABBLES. she’d nod at the statement, avoiding eye contact.
❝ trust ya ? THAT’S NEW …I’d love t’ make it easier for you. ❞
then she’d attempt to evade the negativity. ( probablytryto talk ? ) chocolate hues would glance towards paper in his hands. voice strong yet uneasiness peeks through its cracks. ❝ oh& what does tha’ NEWS say ? ❞
he glances up at her, SHAKES HIS HEAD at the words she fires at him and releases a heavy sigh, irritation making a strong attempt to fight it’s way into his currently blank expression —— but he evades it. he can’t be BOTHERED. although bickering with one another seems to have become routine for the both of them, just once he’d like to have a peaceful morning ; a morning that doesn’t involve HEATED arguments & sour moods that linger for the remainder of the day.
he’d have happily gone back to reading the paper in silence —— after all, it’s what he’s USED to. but his dark eyes don’t linger on the small print for long before she speaks up once more, her question this time being much more CIVIL ( to his surprise ). for a moment he simply observes her, but soon shrugs his shoulders & sets the paper down on the table.
❛ same as every other day —— people WREAKING HAVOC at the ministry as though it’s going to change anything, boring GOSSIP columns... you can read it, if you want. it’s not GRABBING ME. ❜