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i. you’ve lived past too many terrors, i’m afraid. airtight lungs and terrible things leave you choking. quietly, of course. very quietly. you cannot stand the thought of anyone else knowing that you are disintegrating through the small cracks in your bones. ii. you were not then, you were not before. you are now. you are here. you exist in an empty plane. and darling, you are so terribly lonely. iii. listen. do you hear? echoes that beat in your head, rhythmic screams and slight pauses. you take comfort in those brief silences because then, you can close your eyes and hope for sleep. but those echoes, those goddamn echoes. they keep you awake, yet you suffer through the nightmares. iv. you remember in glimpses: names. objects. places. me. v. they’ve broken you. took you apart. taped back the pieces and called you brand-new. this is who you are, they said. this is what you did. vi. but you didn’t do it. vii. but you didn’t do it.
a few things before you go // f.r. (via alleyspat)
avaleandro:
astrid berges frisbey.
↳ aka that really gorgeous actress you’re sure has flaws but she speaks fluent spanish, french & english and goes to the market to buy fresh lavender b ye.
What I have with you I don’t want with anyone else.
Unknown (via thelovejournals)
You haven’t kissed anyone for a while now. To you, everything tastes like blood.
Warsan Shire, from “Souvenir,” Our Men Do Not Belong to Us (via lifeinpoetry)
we’re splashing around and the news spread all over town
I have made the obscene decision to do something unforgivable for the sake of our survival. Listen to me: I was a child who only wanted to heal things – now, I want to be an abomination.
I AM WELL ON MY WAY ( s.b.l. )
is it cold in here or is that just my heart
Slytherins truly being slytherins.
Slytherins working with Dumbledore’s Army. They spread false rumors about where they’ve sighted students. They join Umbridge’s close circle so that they can learn the moves and plans of the Inquisitorial Squad so that they can warn the DA of when it’s safe to hold practice. They rotate in shifts, some lead the IS on a wild goose chase while their housemates practice with the rest of the army. Sometimes they charm their robes to look like another houses and lead the IS far away from the Room of Requirement as they can before turning a corner and de-charming their robes. They make up stories about chasing students who mysteriously disappear without a trace. Umbridge sends students to search areas of the castle nowhere near the actual Room of Requirement.
As Umbridge tightens her hold on the school, slytherin students try to protect their DA friends. They pass messages of encouragement and support to their friends, veiled in threats and taunts. They bully the loudest, but do the least damage; their housemates think that they’re being cruel, their friends know that they’re shielding them from actual harm.
Slytherin students passing information to the Order while the Golden Trio is hunting for horcruxes, tracking the moves of Death Eaters to the best of their ability. They withstand the dark days in Hogwarts, helping their friends the best they can without looking suspicious. Charmed plastic rats run through the castle hallway, passing messages between the houses. Children of Death Eaters eavesdrop in dark hallways of their homes, holding their breath and straining their ears. When slytherin students suddenly disappear, go home and don’t come back, everyone knew what had happened. They mourned privately and quietly.
DA members and the Order housing slytherin students who can’t go home. Many have to run away, for their own safety. As Voldemort grew in power, it was harder and harder to keep their true intentions a secret. Children of Death Eaters were being pressured to take the Dark Mark, were being drafted to fight for Voldemort, were being told that their friends deserved to die. The students that said no were threatened with death or kicked out of their homes, branded as disgraced traitors. Those who couldn’t stand up to their families slipped away in the night. Some died, at the hands of Death Eaters, at the hands of their own parents.
Slytherin students fighting during the final battle at Hogwarts, standing up against family and friends to protect their home. Staring across the courtyard at their mothers, fathers, siblings, childhood friends. People screaming at them; ‘blood traitors’ ringing through the air of the courtyard, hurled at slytherins who had their shoulders squared and their chins up. Slytherins having to throw charms and jinxes and curses at familiar faces, people they had trusted. Slytherin students killing their loved ones, being given no other choice. Slytherin students dying while standing up for what they believe in.
Slytherin students being more than a stereotype. Slytherins being more than one dimensional villains. Slytherin students being shown as diverse, fully developed characters with a variety of motivations and beliefs. Slytherins being slytherins; proud, ambitious, and cunning. And proving that those things don’t mean being evil.
The young boy still wondered if he could have done something to prevent this, and perhaps keep his family happy. Still, he could only think of how good his time at Hogwarts was shaping up to be overall, the friends he had made, and the things he had learned, both from teachers and friends alike in the house his parents now shamed him for being in.
“It’s not fair! I didn’t choose, and I can’t change it!” He complained, probably more loudly than he should have, but his emotions ran hot and he was not the best at hiding them. He had never been the poised, regal figure his parents had hoped to turn him into, instead being the loud and wild child, with too much energy and too much to say, asking too many questions, and many more as of late. “And I don’t want to. I like it, i’m having fun there…”
“ my darling, it’s UTTERLY unfair. ” she reached for his hand, softness written all over her face. lucretia was always SOFT with the young ones, softer than she remembered being with anyone before. orion said she was too soft. but with the little boy sitting there, frustration and upset written all over his face, her heart a c h e d for him, “ but you must remember, people often get so wrapped up in their expectations ... and their love ... they forget reason ... ”
she watched the boy carefully, remembering his rebellious childhood, the way his mother had SIGHED and COMPLAINED through all of his wildness. she wondered if this strangeness wasn’t too be expected, “ i am glad you’re having fun, dear ... though it might be nice if you looked at your older cousins for some guidance on how to b e h a v e away at school. dear narcissa never gets into any trouble you know. it wouldn’t warm your parents to the sorting hat’s decision to have you hurting the family’s reputation ... ”
in the VALLEY OF THE DOLLS we sleep …
written by maeve. { previously @alxssia-archive }