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my whole neighborhood’s internet access is kinda shot right now since there’s a little storm so i can’t really get to replies or post starters until it dies down

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❝i do no wish to marry a man twice my age. who also happens to be a disgusting PIG. be it for my blood or my amily. i have brothers and cousins to compensate my refusal to get married, anyway.❞ she rolled her eyes, but her voice was still low and soft. ❝you are uselessly brutal, both in words and actions. it is no wonder your precious andromeda seems to be so kin on spending time away from y o u and getting mixed together with those FILTHY mudbloods.❞

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          ❝it does not matter whether or not you have relatives             to make up for it you dense imbecile. your loyalty              carries not only in your ability to follow through with              the tasks assigned to you but it carries in our numbers             and, well, the numbers are just that much lower thanks             to your obdurate behavior. besides, what are you even             looking for? LOVE? how touching. andromeda’s betrayal             is a mere reflection of her weaknesses. quite frankly,             i’m glad that little bitch is out family. she was a spineless             blood traitor and i never loved or approved of her.❞

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@fireburnsflowers

           ❝No! I’m not going to sleep and you can’t make me,❞ the little boy said in a huff as he crossed his arms tightly and plopped down on the couch. The boy clearly took his stand and it became evident that this wouldn’t end easily, nor would it end without a fight. 

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@improvemxnt

           ❝Your father may not follow the ways              of the dark anymore but let me tell you              my dear boy: the dark forces are arising              and it is your decision to be on the winning              side.❞ 

            Bellatrix slid her hand onto his shoulder                as she circled around him, her fingers               t r a i l i n g from shoulder to shoulder.               Waves of nostalgia ran through Bellatrix               as she did this, the memory of once               doing this to young Draco clear in her mind. 

           ❝Voldemort may no longer be alive but his               legacy lives on. It will always live on. ❞

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          The book in front of Louis was open to a particularly grueling page filled with diagrams and charts.  Memorization, Louis believed, was the bane of the academic experience. He would enjoy learning far more if he could just learn things the way he wanted to.  He didn’t mind reading, in fact he loved reading and writing given that it was something he was interested in. For a Ravenclaw, Louis was neither much of a hard worker nor a deep thinker. So many members of his house were either perfectionists or believed themselves to be the next great philosophical thinker for Magical Theory that Louis spent more time around the eccentrics than anyone else. 

          With most of his cousins in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, it was often  lonely.            There was something about being around the quieter cousin that Louis truly enjoyed. Louis truly enjoyed being around  people in general, but he also enjoyed being around individuals.  While it was always enjoyable to be around large groups at parties, Louis enjoyed the amount that he could learn about a person in one conversation. And he was good at learning what he wanted, as well. It was this, this version of intelligence and creativity, that earned him his spot in Ravenclaw House.           Louis grinned at his cousin as the other boy let out the soft chuckle.                                                ❝ Me? Loud? Never. ❞

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          Luckily for Hugo, the chance to a v o i d his duties of being a student AROSE and he was swift to take the opportunity. Hugo plopped down into the seat, taking the loaded bag off from his shoulder and resting it on the ground beside him. He had come prepared to the library, his school books tightly packed as well as a fresh roll of parchment and his L U C K Y quill. It was just one more thing that was rare for the boy. Coming prepared to class was never something he cared enough to do and the result of that was often him walking in empty handed and a load of f u r i o u s teachers. Though, this time had been different. When he first packed his bags he had the full intention of living up to his mother’s promise but with every step he had taken to get to the library, he felt that very drive FADE away.

          Cocking his head to the side, the redhead glanced over his cousin’s studying material, his eyes reading over the different diagrams and charts carefully. “Lou, I love you man but what in Merlin’s beard is that? Is it even English?” Hugo questioned, a disgusted and confused look overlaying his face. “BLOODY HELL, I’m getting a headache just looking at it,” He added with a huff. Hugo was never good with the subjects required within the walls of Hogwarts. He wasn’t intelligent in the way of school and studying. It was difficult for him to get from point A to point B without getting L O S T in the world around him. It truly was a curse to have a mind with the attention span of a pea and often times Hugo found that he was looking down upon himself. Though, the one thing that he could understand was Quidditch so much to the point that when he wouldn’t understand a problem, the person assisting him would have to explain it in terms of Quidditch. 

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She skipped into the common with her usual ENTHUSIAM in her step. She didn’t have a particular reason to be happy, it seemed to be her default mood most of the time. Few things could deter Lily’s mood from being even the slightest bit joyful. She smiled at passing classmates as they were exiting the Ravenclaw dorms, only to receive nasty looks in response. Still, as ANNOYED as her peers often were with her, she never let them sway her into feeling bad. 

But Thomas Chang seemed to be the very OPPOSITE, from what she knew about him. The boy rarely seemed to smile or appear to be in a good mood. Lily often wondered what troubled him, how anyone could be so GRUMPY all the time. She’d made it her personal mission to befriend her housemate, in hopes that a new friend might brighten his day.

An IMMEDIATE smile came to her face when she spotted the very boy in question sitting in in the common area. Lily quickly rushed to the couch and plopped herself down next to Tommy with an eager smile. ❛ Hi Tommy! ❜ She nudged the boy with her elbow. ❛ What are you up to?❜

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          Mere seconds passed before the little ginger girl skipped into the common room, a sense of happiness and glee practically filled the air so much to the point that Thomas could feel himself choking up, his apathy filled lungs suddenly being attacked by a TOXIC merriness. Thomas couldn’t tell if this feeling was actually because of how much happiness was emitting from her, or because he was so nervous from seeing her that his heart was trying to climb up his throat to give itself away to her. Either way, Thomas didn’t like this feeling. 

          Averting eye contact q u i c k l y, he made sure that the girl would NEVER catch him staring at her. Instead, he stared at his lap, his thumbs twiddling together and playing a game of thumb wrestling all on their own. As the very girl he was attempting to avoid plopped down beside him, Thomas’ eyes widened. He could feel the k n o t in his stomach pulling tighter and his heart threatening to E X P L O D E. He scooted a few inches away as he took a second to pull himself together before replying to Lily. “Nothing.”

          Thomas shut his eyes tightly as he reminded himself that he did have a  crush on this girl and he couldn’t just be a complete asshole to her. He needed to talk to her, get to know her and maybe if he did that, this nonsense would all just go away. He hadn’t read of any stories where that happened, but he still allowed himself to c l i n g to the idea that it was still a possibility. Opening his eyes with a sigh, the boy worked up the nerve to piece together a few words. “What are you up to?” Thomas forced himself to ask as he awkwardly glanced up at the girl.

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“I think James and Teddy took after him. They’re both insatiable. I swear to Merlin’s beard, Teddy’s the one who’s always stealing all those treacle tarts although no one catches him.” Growing up with so many cousins, aunts, and uncles was one of Rose’s favourite part about being a Weasley. They were surrounded with so much love, so much noise that she often felt silence unbearable even when she craved it. There was something comforting about the chaos of their family life, a feeling that says you’ll never be alone in the world no matter what. 

Rosie slapped his shoulder lightly, a smile tugging at her lips. “Well, I’ll have you know, that boring old me is the only person apart from mum and dad who knows how loud you snore, yet loves you anyway.” She nodded at him, a grateful expression taking over her face. “So am I, okay? Whenever and wherever you need me, I’ll be there. Your frumpy and awful sister.” Rose was perfectly aware of how she could disappear inside a world of her own sometimes, how she becomes way too absorbed and pre-occupied about studying, and how it might be affecting not just her relationship with Hugo, but with everyone in general. It was something she was working on – the need to be more present, more attuned to her surroundings and the people she was surrounded by. But no matter how far away inside a book she seemed, she wanted everyone she cared for to know, especially her brother, that she didn’t mind pulling away from her thoughts if it means being there for them. Hearing him stutter, Rose kept her eyes at her brother for a moment, an eyebrow raised in question. “It’s not nothing if you’ve been struggling about it, even just a little.” His deliberate averting of eyes didn’t escape her either, and it only served to make her more concerned. “What is it?” She prodded gently, looking at him with imploring amber eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I won’t judge. I promise.”

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“Oh, Teddy,” Hugo sighed. He had grown to love the lanky cousin and though he couldn’t say from first hand knowledge, he had concluded that Teddy was much like Remus in many aspects. Though Hugo would never openly admit it to anyone, he had come to find his eldest cousin to be quite attractive. Not to the extent of where he would fancy dating him, but just to the point where he often caught himself staring at the boy at unexpected times. Of course, this only fueled the confusion that Hugo so strongly felt and created an even bigger question in his life of which romantic or sexual orientation he would identify as. 

“Hey!” Hugo shouted through a very uncontrollable fit of laughter. “I still have that awful picture of you from when you were five and dressed up as Merlin so watch it!” He continued, his laugh coming to a stop. “Thanks, sis. I appreciate it. Really,” The boy smiled as his eyes fell to the ground, his hands moving to pick out dead pieces of grass. He gathered them into a pile in his hand before letting them blow away in the wind. Hugo watched as they danced away, slowly and eventually making their was to the floor. He allowed time for himself to gather up his thoughts and string them together into coherent and logical sentences, the words forming into his head. “You see... I’ve got this predicament and it’s inside of my head but it’s not something I want to drag out and make a big fuss about,” The red head began slowly, his eyes gazing out onto the lake. He could see the tiny ripples of movement, how ever little thing created a butterfly effect and carried on throughout the water, eventually growing bigger before shrinking up again. Somehow he felt like one of those ripples. He would go on in life and have this momentum build up to something great, only to be knocked down by the blatant fact that he was not in the body he needed to be in. “It’s just something I don’t want to start unless I can finish it.”

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guys I just coded my first theme??? check out my new theme on my blog ok i’m super excited.

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                          come raise the dead,                                               i'm dreaming of the єη∂.

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Hurt rp Starters

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."

"This is gonna hurt..."

"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"

"It's all swollen up..."

"You have a black eye. Were you fighting with someone?"

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."

"I think you have a concussion."

"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"

"Here, lean on me."

"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."

"We need to get the bullet out..."

"Oh my god, you've been shot!"

"Did... did you get beat up!?"

"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."

"Look out for that car!"

"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"

"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"

"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"

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-lily braids hera's hair- 💕

          As Hera sat on the floor, her cousin sat behind her on a chair, braiding away in her typical w h i m s i c a l manner. A WILD, untamable red mane topped off the girl’s head. Her old hairstyle had quickly grown out thanks to a charm her mother had placed on it over Christmas break and Hera couldn’t be happier. Even though having long tresses had proved itself to be a challenge, she took it day by day, excitedly trying out all sorts of hairstyles. It was something she had always yearned to do but never had the hair for. 

          “Thanks Lily,” Hera said as she held up the mirror to check on the Potter girl’s progress. “I mean, thanks for everything. Like being so understanding, helping me tell my Mum and Dad… Just thank you,” the Weasley expressed, a happy smile washing her face. “I wouldn’t have been able to do this if it weren’t for you. Well, you, Scorpius and Rose. But still. You’re my BEST friend and it really helped. What I was before… It wasn’t me. But now I’m me. Now I’m happy.”

          All of it had been true. Whatever she was before the transition was not what she always knew she was meant to be. That overbearing masculinity and need to be like his father while playing Quidditch was just someone trapped within him, trying their best to S I L E N C E the screams and act like everything was alright. But now, she was free. She could do her hair, wear makeup, buy pretty dresses and most importantly, she could say with all honesty and contentment that she was a FEMALE. The skin that she was in now, finally felt like home. 

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my main reason for learning to make themes is bribing people to rp with me for themes

[cudah]

One day, you wake up and everything that didn’t make sense begins to. Not because of a person, or a problem being solved, but because some disjunct piece of you finally decided to belong. I can’t tell you how long it will take or how much better it will feel to stop hurting. But i can tell you with infinite certainty that it was happen, and boy, will it be beautiful.

ellymayf (via cudah)

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❝must you always be so cruel and sardonic, bellatrix? i actually like being at hogwarts. at least here i do not have to suffer Mother’s judgemental rants about my choice not to marry. and i happen to have learnt useful and interesting things.❞

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          ❝and who’s fault is that? we do NOT marry for love,             we marry to ensure our blood does not get tainted             and your stubbornness may just be OUR downfall.             as for learning, you can learn from other resources.              not everything must come from the filth that is our             school---- mixed together with these mudbloods. . .             the very thought makes me ill. so to answer your             daft question, YES; i must always be so satirical.❞

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           Steady hands but a rapid heartbeat. A bead of sweat rolled down the nervous boy’s features as he raised his arm to wipe it away. This was the first of many to come. The first sign that perhaps the young boy just might be HUMAN. The boy who was quick to raise his hand and always interrupting others to point out the philosophical flaws within their arguments. Everything had to be exact, precise and perfect. Of course, slowly this built up over time and it became apparent when the young man stopped SMILING. With a stoic expression glued to his face, most just thought of him as odd or too serious. 

          But today, Thomas sat in the Common Room, writing out a letter to the one and only Lily Luna Potter. The very name brought butterflies to his stomach and a warmth to his face. No one had ever made the Ravenclaw boy feel this way before but he had read Muggle books on the feeling and he learned that this strange and unusual feeling was referred to as a CRUSH. It was an odd name, but apparently the word was something of a positive origin. He learned that Muggles often behave in strange ways when they have a crush: such as writing love letters or exchanging gifts. This gave the boy an idea to write out a short letter to the girl who made his heart skip and gift her with several candies he picked out himself.

           As he finished off his letter and signed it off as ❛ your secret admirer, ❜ he quickly made his way to the doorway of Lily’s room, using the wingardium leviosa charm to carefully float the letter and the wrapped parcel of candy onto her bed. He then walked over to claim a spot on the couch, just praying that no one had seen him.

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❝quidditch is NOT something i will ever be able to appreciate. do stop to try to make me touch a quaffle. those things are dirty and GROSS.❞

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          ❝it’s unfortunate seeing as how this wretched school            is so consumed with this mindless diversion. truly a             WASTE of our skill and talent.❞