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- ̗̀ DORCAS MEADOWES ̖́-6TH YEAR && GRYFFINDOR THE ORIGINAL MOM FRIEND

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regsblackk:

before regulus even comprehend what dorcas was doing and allow himself to process some thoughts, she had already let go of him and backed away. but the moment she spoke of their future wedding—he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat for a second. he had to do his very best to repress a wide smile, though he felt a small twitch at one of the corners of his lips. “i highly doubt anyone could ever get tired of you, if i’m being quite honest. now, me on the other hand?” he shook his head and let out a chuckle. “i imagine a divorce will be in the works after a couple of months.”

"oh, c’mon. you’re not so bad,” she encouraged, being distracted for only a moment at the sight of a younger student emptying his stomach contents a few steps away from them. oh, hogwarts. the song shifted into a slower paced one, though upbeat enough to hold the interest. “i’d stick around,” doe nodded, her lips twitching into a smile. “cut yourself some slack, babe. you’re a keeper. most of the days,” she teased, fingertips playing at the collar of his shirt. 

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hookvmss:

“no, that’s all WRONG,” the ravenclaw cut in, not sparing either of them a glance as she joined in. “it’s all in the arms, y'know, like, I BELIEEEEEEEEEEVE,” she belted, her voice wavering as she dramatically flung her arms out in front of her, grabbing the air, trying her best to imitate the singer.

"SEE? even hookum gets it. i swear, lady, you’re insufferable. you big, beautiful baby. insufferable, i tell you!” dorcas hooked arms with the ravenclaw, spinning them around in a circle as she brandished her arm. “i do also believe that — THE HEART DOES ... GO ONNNNNNNNN!”

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xmollyprewettx:

“Ah” Molly looked between Dorcas and the painting of the fat lady, a look of bewilderment on her face “Um… that was really good dear, can I ask what is going on? Are we having a pitch perfect riff off or something?” A look of excitement overtook her face and she clasped her hands together “I do love that movie”

"absolutely NOT ... for the sole reason that i’d utterly crush it and leave death and devastation in my wake. molls, you just couldn’t handle this ... or could you?”

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turning his head at the new very enthusiastic voice, a genuine smile extended across regulus’ lips. the sight before him was the one person who could always put a smile on his face, and she just so happened to have an absolutely ridiculous hat on her head. before he could even protest, he followed her until she started dancing—or at least, trying to. he tried his best to repress a laugh. “you’re literally the worst dancer i know. you know that, right?” he shook his head as he began to move—actually in sync with the music, unlike his favorite person.

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"but i’m the most ENTHUSIASTIC dancer you know and that must count for something, right?” she asked, tilting her head innocently as her attempt at dancing evolved into jumping up and down and around. her head flew back in laughter as she spun around, arms clumsily falling around his neck to stabilize herself. her fingers traveled up the nape of his neck to tangle in his hair, tugging for just a second before retreating. “you oughta teach me how to dance, y’know, for our wedding someday — when everyone decides we’re both unbearable to be with and we have to settle together in twenty years.”

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⁇

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ SMS 2:03 AM ]: marls

[ SMS 2:03 AM ]: do you ever think...

[ SMS 2:03 AM ]: the transformers are real ???

[ SMS 2:04 AM ]: our cars can fly and like 

[ SMS 2:04 AM ]: what if they turn into robot people who try ot save us omg im crying 

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✏

✏: my muse’s letter to yours that they left after they passed away

Is it selfish of me to say I hope I’m first? I hope you’re the one that’s reading this, cause Whit, I couldn’t imagine this world without you in it. BTW, I give you full permission to steal my closet now that I’m dead AF. You can even wear those Louboutin heels you’re always eyeing at to my funeral. Back to the emotions — you’re the sister I never had and never wanted. You got thrown into my life and I, for some reason, voluntarily accepted you with open arms. I’m a fucking idiot. Only kidding. Or am I? I know you’re probably not laughing right now but just know that I’m standing over your shoulder laughing for you. Creepy, huh? God, I can’t wait to be a ghost. I’m totally gonna spy on Channing Tatum. 

Also, do me a favor, no sad shit okay? I don’t need a candlelight vigil or some sad memorial with a Coldplay song playing as a slideshow of my life plays on a big screen. I want you to round up the gang and take them to my favorite bar, you know the one, and you can all take a shot for me. Make sure My Way by Frank Sinatra is playing while you do it. Am I getting too picky? Is it too much to add in a thunderstorm ambience spell? Yeah? Okay. 

You’re going to do good, I know it. You’ll have a great life, marry some hottie, and name your first born after me. Okay, no, you don’t have to. Dorcas is a horrible name. 

Just know that no matter what life throws at you, it may not be in the way I’d like it to be, but I’ll be right by your side. The good, the bad, the ugly — I’ll be there. I’m never going to leave you. 

I’m so grateful I got to be your friend. I love you so much. 

x Dorcas

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✏ call me clay jensen

✏: my muse’s letter to yours that they left after they passed away

Lily,

If you’re reading this it looks like some shit went down. I hope it was in a fun way, like I pulled a lever at the chocolate factory and got melted into nothing from the steaming gooey cocoa. Is that inappropriate? Who cares it’s my death letter I can make jokes if I want to. 

My sweetest girl. 

I’ve loved you since the day I met you, even as a wee eleven year old I knew we’d be sipping on wine and complaining about life one day. I hope we’ve been able to have a lot of those days ( psssst, they’re my favorite ). In all these other letters I’ve written I’ve dished out final pieces of advice, but I know you don’t need any. You’ve got this. Lily Evans, you’re gonna change the world someday, and I don’t think you even realize it. 

Look after the kiddos for me.

x Dorcas

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@regsblackk + @flvmingevans

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“✉”

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ ERROR SMS 3:01 AM ]: you is smart, you is kind, you is important.

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@

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[ SMS 10:03 PM ]: someone is at my door

[ SMS 10:03 PM ]: he won’t leave

[ SMS 10:03 PM ]: i don’t mean to be dramatic but he might actually cut my head off and put it in a freezer.

[ SMS 10:03 PM ]: can you come over?

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(( for emmy )) ✺

“no, no — stop talking,” dorcas snapped, pushing herself in front of emmeline. it was halloween and a man dressed as a roman gladiator wouldn’t take the hint. “you’re going to get your drink, go back to your buddies, and pretend this little exchange never happened. and when you go home, sad and lonely, don’t entertain the thought of the night you two could’ve had. not even in your dreams is she interested. okay? loves it, gotta go!”