star - cross'd

independent + selective andromeda tonks (black), written by pippa

[queen-daenerys]

Black Sisters aesthetic

Toujours pur

[holdsthemtogether-archive]

of monsters & men || starters

❛  just grab a hold of my hand . ❜   ❛  somewhere deep in the dark a howling beast hears us talk . ❜ ❛  i dare you to close your eyes . ❜ ❛  you love love love when you know i can’t love you .  ❜   ❛  after every sunny day , comes a stormy night . ❜   ❛  you’re my king & i’m your lionheart . ❜   ❛  breathe in , breathe out . let the human in .  ❜   ❛  my head is an animal . ❜   ❛  all the trouble i have caused with my two hands . ❜ ❛ & we’re far , far home but we’re so happy .  ❜   ❛  we used to play outside when you were young and full of life and full of love .  ❜   ❛  i watched you disappear .  ❜   ❛   it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it . ❜   ❛  as i looked around i began to notice we are nothing like the rest .  ❜   ❛  there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back .  ❜   ❛  are you really going to love me when i’m gone ? ❜   ❛  i’m shaking like a leaf . ❜   ❛  can you chase this fire away ? ❜   ❛  but i tried , oh , i tried . ❜   ❛  just let me go & we’ll meet again soon . ❜   ❛  we won’t run . ❜   ❛  it’s killing me to see you this way . ❜   ❛  i’m a crook for not caring for it . ❜    ❛  the stairs creak as you sleep , it’s keeping me / you awake . it’s the house telling me / you to close your eyes . ❜   ❛  don’t listen to a word i say . ❜   ❛  as the world comes to an end i’ll be here to hold your hand .  ❜   ❛  please hang around . ❜   ❛  i can see through you . ❜   ❛  it’s perfectly strange . ❜   ❛  hungry for the kill , but this hunger , it isn’t you . ❜   ❛  we are the same .  ❜   ❛  some days i don’t know if i am wrong or right . ❜   ❛  you can follow me .  ❜   ❛  some days I can’t even dress myself . ❜   ❛  why are you shaking your head ? ❜   ❛  i’m all out of breath . ❜ ❛  your mind is playing tricks on you , my dear . ❜       ❛  i am a killer . ❜   ❛  i take off my face because it reminds me how it all went wrong . ❜   ❛  darker days are raining over me . ❜   ❛  my blood runs red but my body feels so cold . ❜    ❛  i am the storm . ❜   ❛  please look away , don’t look at me . ❜   ❛  i heard them calling in the distance . ❜   ❛  i am sorry for the trouble , i suppose . ❜   ❛  i need nothing . ❜   ❛  i know that it’s a waste of time , chasing in the dark . ❜   ❛  you’re cold against the skin . ❜   ❛  & i run , i run , i run . ❜   ❛  the way you held me so tight … all through the night … ❜   ❛  you & i will not be shaken ! ❜   ❛  stop , i will take control . ❜   ❛  you scream , you scratch , you bite . ❜   ❛  the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories . ❜   ❛  i’ll meet your eyes for the very first time , for the very last . ❜   ❛  let go , lay to rest . ❜   ❛  maybe i’m a bad , bad , bad , bad person . well , baby , i know . ❜   ❛  these fingertips will never run through your skin . ❜   ❛  i will lead you through this wonderland . ❜ ❛  water up to my knees , but sharks are swimming in the sea . ❜ ❛  ignore all those big warning signs . ❜ ❛  you have scars & some scratches . it makes me wonder about your past . ❜ ❛  the light is blinding my eyes . ❜ ❛  i push you away , although I wish you could stay . ❜ ❛  i’m never ready . ❜ ❛  time won’t let me show what i want to show . ❜ ❛  all eyes on me . ❜ ❛  i spend my night dancing with my own shadow . ❜ ❛  i packed my things & ran . ❜

[thelovejournals]

You do not have to unburden your soul for everyone; it will be enough if you do that for those you love.

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942 (via thelovejournals)

[blessurenoir-blog]

“Andromeda was my favourite cousin. No, Andromeda’s not on here either, look. Andromeda’s (SISTERS) are still here because they made l o v e l y, respectable PURE-BLOOD marriages, but ANDROMEDA MARRIED A MUGGLE-BORN, (Ted Tonks), so —”

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@blessurenoir┊ღ

                    ❛     Andromeda’s  lovely name,     ❜  he said, and without being able to help it Marco thought of the  constellation.  He could picture it so clearly inside his head, it only made sense to let some of it  LEAK OUT,  so he filled the air around them with the night sky.  ❛     Shame that the Greeks felt the need to turn everything  beautiful  into something  bittersweet.     ❜

[blessurenoir-blog]

           “yes, utterly lovely to be named for a girl chained to a rock.” bellatrix given a warrior’s name, she the victim’s. andromeda chained, andromeda helpless, staring into a sea-monster’s home until her hero came. named for a galaxy named for a girl. how strange, how very strange, this ancient family naming. (the air full of stars, and she does not blink.) “shame?” a little laugh. “no. they were the only ones who understood it.beauty isn’t supposed to be sweet.” 

[ximacloudx]

I’ve got 99 problems and Sirius Black going from an abusive home to having his best friends murdered to spending 12 years falsely imprisoned to never having his name cleared before his untimely death is all of them

[blessurenoir-blog]

🙋 + ted & tonks' messiness

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at first she thinks ted’s messiness endearing, and upon their marriage she almost likes it, likes the freedom of it, not worrying. she hadn’t yet quite realized that there would be no house elf to come along and clean up, no one else to do what needed to be done, and so - - eventually - - she learned to do it. learned cleaning spells with the same quick mind that had learned every charm in the hogwarts lesson books. her opinion on it went from endearing to annoying before she resigned herself to it, and many early-marriage bickerings centered on whether or not the dishes should be washed a certain way, how the bed should be made (or if it should) upon waking in the morning. she had hoped her daughter might at least inherit some of her inherent penchant for cleanliness, instead soon learned that little dora’s messiness was worse than ted’s, enhanced by her clumsiness (once in dora’s childhood andromeda, hearing a crash, ran to the child’s room to find her tangled in blankets, bookshelf tipped and books scattered, a lamp with its shade knocked off kilter). though she tries to teach dora ways of organization, they never seem to hold, and dora eventually even shows a lack of the talent for cleaning spells andromeda picked up. in the end her opinion on her family’s utter disorganization is one of fond resignation. cleaning spells take the labor from cleaning, she need not spend much time to keep their home neat and clean. (had she the need to rely on muggle techniques, things very well would have been different)

[firelemonade]

harry potter couple aesthetic: andromeda black/edward tonks

[confinedmer-blog]

&& @blessurenoir

                 ❝         alright … but  how  desperate  would someone be  to  actually  make use of  the  so-called  love  potion?  really,   people  who  uses  the  love  potion  should  know  enough about it  and yet  still …. ??        ❞

[blessurenoir-blog]

           “i wouldn’t know.” cool words unsympathetic to the plight of any so desperate, too proud to ever consider a potion for love. “they’re delusional, i suppose,"

[blessurenoir-blog]

🙋 as a Remus rper id love to see a headcanon about how she sees Remus :)

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he is her cousin’s friend before he is anything else, someone she knows only through sirius’ words, the photographs she catches sight of, the times she would see them all together on the hogwarts grounds. after she leaves hogwarts, leaves her family, she rarely hears of him (at least until sirius follows in her steps, leaves the family too). 

she rarely thinks of him if he is not present or being spoken of, and in the years between sirius’ imprisonment in azkaban and the beginning of the second war, she thinks of him not at all. 

he comes back into her life in pieces, just a name mentioned here and there, a part of conversations again, a part of stories she hears or overhears, and as nymphadora speaks of him more and more, she begins to worry. 

her disapproval is not built on the fact that he is a werewolf, though when that fact is learned it does become another brick of worry. (she had run from those who thought one type of human being wrong, less, she would not make the same mistake). she certainly does not approve, not at first. she thinks him too old for dora, cannot quite overcome the fact that he was sirius’ school friend for years before nymphadora was born. and their lives both are dangerous, dora’s already by virtue of being an auror, of being andromeda’s daughter in a war against those andromeda had once called family. to add someone like remus lupin will only increase that danger. 

yet she softens toward him when she sees, finally truly sees, how much he loves her daughter - - how much nymphadora loves him. when he leaves her daughter, she meets the event with anger, yes, but also a certain understanding, a certain sympathy. and when he comes back, she is more quick to forgive him than any of them had expected. 

[blessurenoir-blog]

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i. she is woefully unprepared to have a child when dora is born, completely inexperienced, still lost in the chaos of falling from her family’s sky, dealing with the loss of them all and the new world of her marriage. but merlin does she try, and ted is always there to help, to rock dora back to sleep or to comfort andromeda’s fears, to change diapers, to do whatever needs to be done. still there are some nights when andromeda holds her daughter, soothed to sleep after waking andromeda with cries, and the young mother wonders if she’s doing something wrong, if she’ll ever know what to do, if she can’t give her daughter everything she deserves. 

ii. she  gets her feet beneath her eventually, learns by experience and by mistakes, loosens her own expectations (for herself, for her daughter, for her husband), learns not to count mistakes as failures, but as learning. so when dora says “mama” for the first time, laughing as her hair magics itself just as dark as her mother’s, andromeda has to bite back tears. 

iii. they are very close in dora’s childhood, which makes the distance that comes in dora’s teenage years more difficult than the newborn ones. 

iv. her daughter is everything to her, the sky and all of its stars. she would die for her, kill for her, do anything and everything it took to keep her safe. every too-strict rule from childhood and teenage years, every admonition not to change her appearance in public, every warning against people with certain names (sacred twenty-eight once friend and family, now enemies), her disapproval first of auror training and then of dora’s marriage to remus lupin, all only comes from that place of concern, of the strongest love andromeda has ever known. 

[brckenwings-blog]

andromeda – there is something  i n t a n g i b l e  about the girl. she isn’t quite as haughty as bellatrix, nor as beautifully demure as narcissa … and her name summons images of great warriors and cosmic beauty. yes, lucretia might prefer this dull gem of a girl to either of her more brilliant sisters. but more than anything about the girl, lucretia had always has a soft spot for the children. and with the sort of whispered distance surrounding the girl of late, lucretia feels it her family duty to speak to her niece.

“ i am quite glad to hear it, dear. our mother always worried that cygnus might say too little. ”  a little pause, a narrowing of pale gray eyes,  “ though you must remember, andromeda, to pace your climbing … you must never reach … too far … ”

[blessurenoir-blog]

her life is full of moments just like this, yes-of-course moments, moments of hiding all emotions behind grey eyes (and aren’t black eyes made for hiding? cool and grey and faraway as stars, just as unreadable. 

smallest of smiles turns her lips, mind a whir of deflections. in hogwarts she learned spells and counter-spells, so in her family had she learned truth and lies and the fine line to toe between them, always avoiding detection, deflecting conversations from the topic of herself when needed. 

“there is no need to worry for me, aunt. if life is a ladder, then i am safe between bellatrix and narcissa. it is bella we must warn against overclimbing, i should think.” 

[lifeinpoetry]

Memory / is another name for ghosts and their awful hunger.

Eugene Gloria, from “Apple,” My Favorite Warlord (via barelyspeaks)

[lovegoodisms]

Ten Things I Hate About You -- Sentence Memes

[bravelittlelily-blog]

“Make anyone cry today?”

“It’s not everyday you find a girl who’ll flash someone to get you out of detention.”

“Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

“Just ‘cause you’re beautiful, that doesn’t mean that you can treat people like they don’t matter.”

“I don’t like to do what people expect.”

“No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, *no* ritual animal slaughters of any kind.”

“Tell me something true.”

“Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?”

“We’ll dance, we’ll kiss, we’ll come home. It’s not quite the crisis situation you imagine.”

“Well maybe you’re not afraid of me but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked, huh?”

“You don’t buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it.”

“Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.”

“Wow, is this what a bar looks like?”

“"Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns.” That’s a direct quote.“

“I warned him that if he told anyone, the cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is!”

“You are amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that?”

“I dazzled him with my… wits.”

“You don’t always have to be who they want you to be, you know?”

[randomroleplaymemes-blog]

Send "🙋" + any headcannons you want to know about my muse.

[quotemadness]

My roots are not my chains.

Adrienne Rich (via quotemadness)

[wolfskinncd]

“You.. really didn’t have to do that, Andromeda.” Roxanne watched as the girl walked away after the other had stepped in to defend her. She had tried to hide her scars behind her hair for so long after returning but she eventually got to the point where she stopped caring if people saw them or not. “Thank you though.” It was unexpected but surely appreciated. 

@blessurenoir

[blessurenoir-blog]

no, she didn’t have to (and she shouldn’t have, can’t raise suspicions of her tremulous loyalties, not now), yet could not just pass by. only one, after all, what was one person? a rumor, a whisper, nothing more. prim fingers straighten prefect’s badge, eyebrows lift as cool grey eyes turn to the other. “i did, in fact, though it wasn’t for your sake. i am a prefect - - i might have lost my badge if i hadn’t.”