❛ PRONE TO VIOLENCE

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Drinking starters

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞ 

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*

*kisses on lips*

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IS HE A SINNER? OR A SAINT? 

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godcreates

        but does marcus even know how to ??? hug ?????? w/o crushing his opponent ?? ? ?

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mlfoi

“  i can’t see why you’re so HIGH-STRUNG, you know, it’s not like gryffindor stands a chance, anyway.  ease up, flint.  ”      said oh so casually inbetween shoving spoonfuls of food in his mouth, draco didn’t seem all that bothered about the upcoming quidditch match   ( he never really WAS, for that matter )   and instead seemed to be preoccupied with breakfast and was thoughtfully reading his mother’s newly - arrived letter. 

but then again, this is the same boy who couldn’t be bothered with keeping an eye on the snitch because he was too busy taunting harry potter.       

EASE UP,   FLINT ?        Since when does a boy get to tell him what to do,   specifically a boy who has failed to catch the snitch before Harry Potter did for years in a row now?   No,   he will not ease up.    This sport is what has his heart beating,   what keeps his blood flowing,   and he will not see them lose again.   Brows draw together,   fingers curling more tightly around the knife in his hand.      «   And I can’t see why you’re so relaxed,   Malfoy,   considering you are the one not doing your job properly.   If you’d just catch the bloody snitch for a change I wouldn’t have a reason to be worried.    »      All this is said quietly,   though the venom in his voice is still clear enough.   But the Gryffindors don’t need to hear about his worries.

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DAY 736 would still give my soul for an active oliver wood

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trista mateer poetry sentences (i)

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   —LIZZY  

My hands are still shaking from nights spent not knowing how to want you.

I’m sorry that I am back and forth, push and pull instead of effortless simplicity.

I hope one day somebody loves you so much that they do not waste their time trying to fix you.

Sometimes I think I resented you so much it felt like love.

I will greet you with a mouth full of barbed wire until you learn to stop coming after me with your hands.


Don’t you ever let another human being tear you apart.

I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.

I do not tell her that sometimes it feels like compromising yourself is part of growing up. 

I loved her more than I loved you and I’m sorry that you knew it. 

You are still the first person I want to share new things with.

Hurt me once: shame on me. Hurt me twice: shame on me. Hurt me three times: shame on me but fuck you. 

Hurt me four times and we’ll get severed-head biblical.

Can we say goodbye again? I miss the way you rip me open.

I still have a lot of growing to do and I know there is more room for it in your absence.

Some people are born flight risks. It is not your fault that they cannot seem to stand in place. They are not leaving you; they are just leaving.

And now that I am older, I don’t give a damn about sin. I will be the first to cast one.

I’d suck salt off your fingers
 like a fucking animal.


I spend too much time thinking about fucking you.

In a parallel universe or another world or a different life, we sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list. 

I know that I am lucky to be alive at the same time as you, but I also know that you are more afraid of opening up than losing me.

I know that it’s reaching but I just want to leave your name on a page somewhere and never need to come back to it. 

I have grown into this cruel thing with running shoes, comfortable only when I lock myself away.

I don’t know what it is in me that yearns to be the lifeboat that people throw themselves at when they are drowning.

I want you to know that it is okay not to love me.

You are not the first person who found it a little too tough, who took two steps back when my jaws started snapping. 

I swear that you’re not missing anything if you run the wrong way when I hold out my hands. 

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when your favorite characters get reduced to generic or obvious traits or cliches and the whole fandom adopts it as canon

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anyway, who wants 2 sin

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prcphvcies

THE NOD IS ENOUGH. she is out of her chair in seconds, small body, so battered & bent & bruised by life itself sinking down to its knees in front of him. she wants to give her warmth to him, send all the love she has into his body, so that he never has to feel cold again. she wishes she can stop the HURT, help forget everything that has ever happened. because they are here now, & that is all that matters. all that’ll ever matter.  ‘ ah, look at you. ’  she whispers, reaching up to cup his cheeks. with him sitting, she’s just under his line of sight, & she wants this. wants him to know that she’ll do anything for him. tracing the lines of his cheekbones, his jaw. she closes her eyes, lets herself FEEL. she feels affection come from him, feels the cracks in his soul. its elating. amazing. the trust he gives her ; perhaps its not MUCH, for a normal person, but for MARCUS —- caelestis cannot ask for more.  ‘ you’re beautiful. ’  she says, without opening her eyes.

It’s strange.   He remembers the first time he stayed at her place over night,   saying he’d sleep on the couch.   But he ended up in her arms at three in the morning,   and he’d never felt such a thing before.   When they were younger it was all a game to him.   Feelings were a game and he loved to play by anything but the rules.   Nobody told  Marcus Flint  what to do,   after all.   Now he doesn’t know who he is anymore.   Teenage him would have been disgusted at the sight of this,  at the thought of him letting her touch him like this,   so gently and full of emotion.   But he grew up faster than he thought he would.   And she is the only one allowed so close.   Marcus has never had a problem with physical intimacy   –––   but this is something else entirely,   and he has no idea how to handle it.   Her words hit him out of the blue and he does but stare at her for a while,   no words on his tongue.   Maybe this is how it’s going to be:   she talks and he says nothing,   she moves and he turns into a statue,   cold marvel,   collecting dust.   A twitch of his nostrils.   No,   no,   not now,   not ever.   But in this very moment it’s all too much.   Strong arms are raised and wrap around her slender body,   pulling Caelestis as close as he possibly could.   Warmer,   closer,   breathing,   real.   Please don’t leave me,   please don’t ever leave me.   A decade ago he could not have handled being so attached to a half-blood.   Nose pressed against the curve of her neck,   he holds her tight,   as though she’d disappear any second,   just dissolve into smoke and leave him empty handed and with his chest torn wide open.      «   Don’t ever leave me.   »

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when   the   dash   has   been   utter   shite   but   then   @mechainst   returns   and   it’s   all   good   again

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hp social media au - someone decides to launch an oliver wood thirstagram….

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