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Astoria Greengrass people hurt us -- or they vanish ... but we let go.

[hippogrxff-archive-blog]

              ❝ Oh?                       You can make this easy, or                       you can make this hard.                                      Just give it back. ❞

[astoriias-blog]

——♕;

           " I'll repeat again, No. So I suppose we are at a impass."

[trxeheir]

            “You didn’t have to, though I really wish              you’d stop calling me Drakie. It’s litera-              lly the most absurd name I’ve ever he-              ard. And secondly, theatrics? Astoria,              please. We know who has the real fla-              ir for dramatics here and it is not mys-              elf.”                            Draco didn’t know what he’d been try-              ing to accomplish when he joined As-              toria for her stroll on the grounds, and              now  he  was  bloody  snowed  in with               the  sodding  witch  who never let him              live down any mistake he’d ever made              in his entire life.              ”Well, you’re drunk an awful lot so how               am I supposed to know the difference?”

[astoriias-blog]

——♕;

"Yeah well, I know it is. You always make a sour face when Pansy calls you it so I use it to annoy you of course. Oh please, you're the King of Divas if I ever saw one. And sure I'm loud but not dramatic, just enthusiastic."

There was no Draco and Astoria without a little bit of fighting involved. And Astoria loved a good argument with him but now there was no escape  from it. They were stuck and this was definitely not going to end well.

"I only drink so I can deal with you so that's probably why. You really are a  pain in my arse."

[trxeheir]

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She drove him wild, her sharp tongue and fire eyes and despite the fact Draco often found himself wanting to be near hear for just her company alone, made him shove her away and keep her at arms length. He was involved in dangerous things that girls like Astoria should stay away from, especially with her snarky hidden innocence. If he let her in, there’d be no turning back, and if there was one constant with Draco—-it was that he n e e d e d  a plan b. "I’m not dancing. But feel free to continue drinking and then dance on me.” His stormy gray eyes drank in her presence, the carefree spitfire personality that kept him on his toes at all time and made him almost want to reconsider his life choices———— a         l         m         o         s         t but then he realized what he was doing and would quickly shove the thought to the deepest depths of his mind. Which usually caused him to push her away and she wouldn’t speak to him or even look in his direction for a week. But she came back. She always came back. "I never agreed to dance, Astoria."

[astoriias-blog]

——♕;

The word complicated did not do their  relationship justice, not even a little. Astoriafelt like Draco was a maze. Sometimes she would break through to something deeper inside Draco but end up being lost once again by him shoving her far away. At times it only felt like a small bump in the road but at others she felt a small piece of her shatter. There would be days that she would just ignore him, just to heal. But she would always come back, always. She didn't exactly know why, but she would return and things would return almost back to normal.

"You're attractive, Draco, but that doesn't mean you don't have to work for what you want."

A frown settled on her lips and she walked over to Draco before resting her hands on his shoulders. She knew what she wanted and Draco's resistance was only a bump in the road. A playful pout appeared as well as soft doe eyes.

"Come on, just one dance for me."

[astoriias-blog]

Hey guys, things have been pretty busy but I'll start drafts now. In the meantime... like for a starter?

[trxeheir]

C A T E ' S 1 0 0 F O L L O W E R S G I V E A W A Y

I’ve never really done a giveaway before but since 100 of you have stumbled across my lawn I thought I would do one to celebrate. And since all of you little punkins are so cute, I figured I could throw graphics your way since I like to think I’m decent at them. (don’t hold me against that though, bc i could be shit and no one has told me yet.)  also kindly thanking purebloodsnob for being my 100th follower. heart eyes @ u.

R U L E S

reblog as many times as you’d like to boost your chances but likes do not count. hell I don’t really care if you’re following me or not tbh. but don’t follow me for the giveaway and then unfollow me after B( uhhhh have fun??? oh yeah, this ends on december 5th at 5PM eastern standard time

E X A M P L E S

icons (yes i realize some of them are christmas icons i just made those recently)

promotion graphics

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P R I Z E S

FIRST PRIZE will get loved down by me. 30 icons of the faceclaim(s) of your choice, 3 promo banners, and an offline and online banner. SECOND PRIZE will also get loved down by me. 20 icons of the faceclaim(s) of your choice, and 2 promo banners. THIRD PRIZE will still get loved down by me. 10 icons of the faceclaim(s) of your choice, and a promo banner.

so hAPPY HUNGER GA wrong fandom. anyways, good luck friends c:

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“As if you were on  f i r e  from within.                                           The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” 

independent victoire weasley rp

—— ღ; roleplayer of over four years 

—— ღ; multiship and multiverse

—— ღ; oc and crossover friendly

—— ღ; open to paras, icon chats, novellas, etc.

                                                            I  II III

[malfoytrash-blog]

        A low sigh and his legs drop down, allowing         the book to rest like a broken bird on his lap.         Grey hues flicker up to the girl; he almost          imagines them red from the heat coming off         them. He’s not tired— he’s exhausted and         she’s making it so much worse with her utter         n o n s e n s e. At the name ‘Daphne’ , he ties         a memory to it. Eyes then seek the colour of         her tie but the cloak is getting in the way.

        It was the word ‘madman’ that made him sigh.         She meant it lightly, she meant it figuratively ,         BUT THAT’S WHAT HE FELT LIKE. 

        A hand went to the back of his neck, fingers         pressing into his tense neck muscles. He didn’t         reply that time. He let words build their own         graves in his mouth.

                                         At her name, he caught         her eyes. Typically, he would hold his hand out.         Now he just stared. Words were failing him as         though his last ramble took the energy out of         him. An eyebrow rose, noting her, and then         his attention fell to his book where a finger was         playing with a century-old dog-ear.

        " Yeah, yeah … I bet you’re all about making            people    c o m f o r t a b l e.      Well, you            know who I am … so they’res no introductory                                             needed. “

[astoriias-blog]

——♕;

When they finally locked eyes she could finally take in his entire face. Like most who endured the war, they looked like the ghosts that roamed the school halls but almost worse in their own way.They were alive sure, but bruised and battered. And by the circles under his eyes, Draco had been experiencing something during the nights, almost worse than death.  

"Actually I know of  you, only your name and what those gossipers say. Though I doubt any of that is true. But if you're inviting me to get to know you, I accept."

She was pushing it with him, but only slightly. It was a tad immoral due to the state he was in but that was just the way she was. Always wanting to know what's hidden from her. And maybe to others he was the one to stray from, but when has Astoria ever followed the crowd? 

[astoriias-blog]

To make a Victorie or a Rose?

            .....that is the real question.

[malfoytrash-blog]

         If he could, he would scoot back. However,          his back is already pressed against the wall,          something he was being reminded of in the          temperature change from hot to cold as his          back began to numb.                                                If he could, he would          create more distance between himself and the          brunette in front of him. He didn’t want her to see          what he looked like close up and personal. Now          she was sitting across of him —- looking down as          he was on ground-level.                                                  Grey eyes narrow.          He doesn’t care who she is, he’s uncomfortable.

        " Why the hell would I want you to bother me?            I wasn’t aware being bothered was pleasant ,            or perhaps you should get up and find a dictionary            and find out what it means. Lucky for you, this            place has those things. It’s quite large and you            don’t have to be breathing my space, do you? ”

[astoriias-blog]

——♕;

 So there was that famous Malfoy comebacks she has heard of. Astoria was beginning to think he lost his moxy for a moment there. It's not like she was exactly looking for a reaction but by the state of his appearance, one would want to check he had a shred of his normal self.  

"Most people who know me think it's endearing, unless your Daphne. I don't have to do anything actually. But from an outsider's point of view, you look like a madman crouched up like that."

Maybe it was bit harsh but still true. Third party members were looking on at their exchange. And if they were whispering, it was too loud to even be considered that.

"And if it helps to make you at least slightly comfortable , I'm Astoria. The funnier, less prissy Greengrass."

[maakinamis-deactivated20180227]

petition to start romanticizing brown eyes

[batmanismydriver]

The colour was rich like chocolate and soft as fur when she was happy, but when crossed, quickly became the rocks the ships shattered against in the storm.

[empressnacho-deactivated2017060]

I am immensely pleased with this.

[ansxm-deactivated20150618]

go on anon and tell us something about your life, your crush, school  or  job, anything-  and  my muse  will give you advice.

[astoriias-blog]

does anyone know good romilda vane faceclaims?

[malfoytrash-blog]

         ”          …  Yes , I’m in the library.            Now that we’ve confirmed that reality            you can stop ogling  at me like I’ve             grown a second head.                                   Now leave— go on." 

          In attempt to make the other piss off , he            begins shooing them away with his hand.           It’s not exactly powerful, seeing as they           found him sitting in a corner in the back.           He appeared child-like with his knees up,           a book balanced on top with a cracked spine.           It was the state he was in that would throw           off that illusion.                                   He looked ill ;  bruises were           crescents under his eyes and his face was           gaunt. That tends to happen to those who           hang out with the dead too much, they start           taking characteristics.                                              The book in his hands           is a distraction —- the place he sits is an escape.           Now, it was weird for him to be here. Not many           people thought an ex Death Eater would come           here. Shouldn’t he be hexing people or hiding            somewhere that lacked sense?

[astoriias-blog]

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For a brief moment Astoria was speechless. Daphne told her most of what was known about Draco but to most of the younger years, he was an enigma. Then again, her family was considered traitorous in another way.  

For the majority of the time the Greengrass clan played up the pureblood expectation in front of the cameras. But by the time they were asked to join the Dark Lord they were already secretly aiding those against him.  

And to most after that they were branded traitors--bloodtraitors. But Draco Malfoy wore a different brand, one that was permanent and it wasn't by choice.

So instead of walking away, Astoria pulled up a chair across from him.

"If you're allowed to be in the library so am I. And I won't bother you, unless you want me to."

Astoria smirked playfully at the male two years her senior.

[blog-for-rpers]

Reblog with your character smiling

[astoriias-blog]

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If they had a kid meme

[astoriias-blog]

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name:

Gender:

General Appearance:

Personality:

Special Talents:

Who they like better:

Who they take after more:

Personal Head canon:

Face Claim:

[singlasses-deactivated20150921]

I’m certain many of you experienced that maelstrom of negative feelings when someone you considered a friend, or even a good friend abruptly unfollows you and deletes you from Skype, cutting you off from every which way regardless of any good times you may have shared, regardless of how often you called one another a friend, regardless of how often you’ve written together. It’s a horrible, horrible feeling and unless you’re someone who doesn’t feel emotions at all, you’re going to feel a lot of things: anxiety, upset, anger, etc.

You’re going to ask yourself questions like, for example, Was I not good enough? What did I do wrong? I was always there for them, why did they do this to me? Have I just been used?

Here on Tumblr, it may be difficult to distinguish who your real friends are from the countless others claiming to be one, but understand that anyone who can “delete” you and go on without batting an eyelash wasn’t worth your time in the first place. I want the community to be aware that THIS IS A COWARD’S WAY OUT. If you have a problem with someone, talk it out with them. I can guarantee you that it wouldn’t be so easy to run away and cut off a friendship/partnership with someone if this were offline and in real life. NO ONE deserves to be treated this way, everyone deserves answers. And a little blurb/ask about why you’re ending a friendship with someone and removing them BEFORE they have a chance to talk or respond to your action is still cowardly, still unfair. There are always two sides to a story, both parties should have a chance to explain. If you want to end a friendship after talking it out, so be it, it’s still a better option than the former.

I know this is more to ask than many of you can do, for differing reasons/opinions, but the community needs to realize that each blog here has a real person, with real feelings sitting behind the screen. And when you use a person and throw away a friendship after you’re done using them, they will become bitter, less easy to trust. Don’t do that to someone, please talk to them rather than running away.

[volatilehearted]

I just want to point out, as gently as possible, that sometimes “friendships” are ended, both online and in the real world, because the person ending the relationship is being abused.

Speaking from experience, trying to get yourself out of an abusive situation can be terrifying. Abusers frequently don’t see what they’re doing as abusive, and will use any of a really large number of tactics to get the abusee to stay in a relationship, some psychological and some physical. It can be harrowing. You can fear for your life, even when trying to extricate yourself from an emotionally abusive online relationship. You can fear that your act of standing up for yourself will result in someone else taking their own life.

Sometimes the choice is between three weeks of mental breakdowns leading up to an incredibly damaging conversation that may lead to more abuse, or just cutting ties and getting out in a moment of strength. Just because someone seems to have abruptly severed contact does not mean it was actually abrupt, or that they did it without ‘batting an eyelash’.

Yes, there are other people on the other side of the screen and absolutely you should threat those who respect you with respect, but I think it is equally important to remember:

You owe no one anything that costs you your own sanity.

Not your family, not your friends. No one.

[justrpmemesandmusings]

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