mundungus fletcher

“ your— your WHAT? jesus. no, i didn’t steal your fuckin’ kangaroo. what kinda guy you think i A M? ”

[duhngold]

kittyabbott:

                                         “ I’LL CALL ‘EM OFF, “  kitty patted his shoulder, like it was a consolation though she’d been the one to give in, immediately. “ don’t tell anyone but I’m totally the boss of them. ”  she took a sip, smiled big and bright; not laughing again, but almost. “ ooh – better? unsurprising. they judge ‘ya for having access to your drink of choice and then they run around keeping the goblin-aged scotch to themselves. “

                                          “WHATTA’YA SAYIN’--- the snakes are judgemental an’ greedy? shocking. i don’t believe it,” he said with mock seriousness. he reached under the table to swipe up the bottle he was sure was worth more than his mother’s mortgage. his fingers extended, not finding the treasure he’d set there just an hour prior. “goddammit,” he muttered, looking around for the bottle. it was HIS, he stole it. 

[duhngold]

arielsmackay:

        ❝ my angel, ❞ she drawled, accompanying her words with a wide smirk, bumping him right back at the cheeky comment. slipping her arm out from his, she gratefully accepted the cup extended to her, bringing it to her lips and grinning as the alcohol slipped down her throat. ❝ now that’s more like it. ❞ nodding at his words, she looked back out at the crowd. ❝ well duh. not like i have anyone else to dance with. on a more important note, will you be sharing a song or two with us ?? ❞

                              DUNG DOWNED HIS DRINK, pouring another before turning back to her. he held his free hand out to her, extended in the makings of a formal dance. dung had few rules he followed, but his no dancing had remained hard in tact for years. he would always break the rules for ariel though. something about the memory of her bleeding to death in his arms made him soft for her. the blond pulled her in, downing the contents of the red cup and tossing it on the floor before putting his hand on her hip. “you know my rules, kid--- i don’t sing.”

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roxcnne:

                           “ WON’T TELL A SOUL, ”    she whispered with a smile, seductive and inviting as she tugged on the fabric of his shirt. “ ah. shh. want me to talk to him ? straighten him out. ” roxy laughed lightly, somewhat annoyed that she had to try this hard to get him to come clean. though part of her, a part she wouldn’t admit to, hoped that he would remain quiet. “ or maybe we could do that … together. like old times. ”

                                   HE WAS ALL HAZY EYES AND A HAZIER GRIN, the boy’s arms falling around her hips as they used to. his thumb was all that kept her warm skin apart from the chilled glass of whiskey, the crook of his knuckle resting against the rim of her jeans. she pulled at his shirt and a chuckle rolled out, confusion tainting those red eyes. talk of doc--- talk of the three of them, it made his head spin. he didn’t like what she was doing. it brought back too much, “what’re ya’ doin’, pebbles,” he mumbled, his gaze wouldn’t touch hers. “that, us, the three of us... that left when you did.”

[duhngold]

kittyabbott:

                         “ I DID NOT, “ kitty protested. there wasn’t much heat behind the words, though, and she made no real moves to escape the hold of his arms. she did feel happy, and only just realized it when he commented on her looking it. she sniffed, a mockery of dignity, and allowed herself to laugh into his arm. “ I handled those joints like a champ, and screw anyone who says otherwise. my brothers would have your head for such slander. “

            “ HERE, GIMME A SIP PLEASE. to make up for the insult. “

                                                   “YOUR BROTHERS WANTED ME DEAD for a helluva lot less,” he said teasingly. the joke shouldn’t have been made– he knew how the family would have seen someone like him. he handed her the cup, nodding his head towards the left to guide her towards his stash. “c’mon, i got somethin’ better. lifted it off a snake earlier an’ hid it under a table.”

[duhngold]

caruhdoc:

                                “ COULD’A BEEN WORSE, MY ASS. ”    despite the harsh nature of his words, he wore a cheeky smile. he knew dung well enough to recognize a compliment. “ ah, c’mon. ” he followed suit and placed the cigarette between his lips, grabbing his own lighter and producing a lively spark. “ ya tellin’ me you started that fight so we’d have a good show ? a brawl of the people, by the people, and for the people … or whatever the fuck you americans say ? ”

                                                         “ SUPPOSE I SHOULD THANK YOU.    but let’s be honest here. i had fun either way. ” he took a drag and let the smoke cascade from his lips as a chuckle emerged. “ ya look good too, by the way. ” doc arched his brows comically before picking up his speed in order to close the distance between himself and the table. “ not as good as me, but hey … whatcha gonna do ? ”

                                                         IN HIS BEST JOHN F. KENNEDY IMPERSONATION, dung said, “ask not what the people can do for you, ask what you can do for the people.” his cheeks burned as he let out another booze-infused laugh. 

                                  HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. instead of talking, he kept his lips on the cigarette. dung’s eyes flicked down momentarily, blue hues shooting up to wash over doc. a twinkle ignited in his features, a secretive smile now present. “you ‘member the night’a your first show? her an’ i hangin’ in the back watchin’ you.” he took a hit of the cigarette, now speaking through a strained voice. “fuckin’ hell dude,” he exhaled. “you guys were worth your shit even back then.”

[duhngold]

xo-lilithmarie:

❝i should have never underestimated you dung, good luck getting to it now, at this point it’s already toxic and we’re all going to end up proper fucked over tomorrow.❞ 

                                          “ALWAYS UNDERESTIMATE ME--- makes my life a helluva lot easier. a guy who’s got no hope an’ a lot’a booze makes for a lot’a fun.”

[1liv]

[duhngold]

roxcnne:

                           ROXANNE SWAYED BACK AND FORTH,   lazily dancing to the music as she watched and listened. there was a hunger in her eyes as she lifted her cup to her lips, notably plastic compared to his crystal. upon emptying it, she tossed it in the air and caught it on the way down, crunching it and tossing it aside as she stepped forward. he was seeing someone else and he hadn’t told her. asshole. “ … you talkin’ books at a party, gus ? ” she raised her hand to dung’s jaw, turning his head both ways as mock curiosity flitted across her alluring features. “ still all nice and pretty. did our boy give you brain damage this time ? ”

                                         HE DIDN’T SEE THE FAMILIAR LOOK IN HER EYES, blind to the embers warming as she looked at him. “yeah-- i do that readin’ thing every now an’ then,” he chuckled as her hand guided him either way. “keep ya trap shut ‘bout it.” his eyes were red, hazy, as he looked down at her. our boy. he lifted his brows at the comment, a smug grin tinting his lips. “ah come on, what’s a nice an’ pretty boy like me good for ‘sides bein’ a punching bag?”

[duhngold]

vancesemmes:

“Yes?” 

                           “NO SANDWICHES in hand, i see.”

[duhngold]

molprewett:

“ — okay, i OFFICIALLY don’t like fifth years anymore. one of them called me a loser because i wouldn’t do a shot with them. it’s like, first of all, why would i want to do a shot with you in the first place? i don’t KNOW you. and second of all, you’re like TWELVE! it’s illegal, hello? ”

“you know uh--- we uh---- i hate to break this to ya’, but what we’re all doin’ here? illegal.”

[duhngold]

caruhdoc:

                              “ EAT SHIT. ”    amused interested danced in his eyes as he looked over at dung. he tilted his head slowly to the side, observing the figure before him. “ funny. that’s what i say about church. ” he casually slid his hand behind the base of dung’s neck and shook him lightly as he started walking toward the stronger booze.  “ so what’d ya think’a the show ? mention disco again an’ i’ll cut yer dick off, i swear to god. ” 

                                                  “SOMETHIN’ SOMETHIN’ ‘BOUT GETTIN’ DRUNK off the blood’a christ. the joke’s there,” he said, his cheeks red from intoxication. a childish grin pulled at his lips as doc shook him, the blond stumbling as the strong hand momentarily led him. “it was alright,” he said, his features twisting as he mockingly shrugged. they were great, but dung wasn’t about to eat his words. “could’a been worse.” dung pulled out his cigarette pack. he pulled one for each boy without thought, lighting his after doc took the smoke. “ya’ looked good,” he said, his words muffled by the cigarette as he flicked his lighter. “ sound less stressed.”

[duhngold]

kittyabbott:

@duhng

               “ DUNG! “ kitty pushed her way around a few people she was sure she’d seen in passing, once or twice. the majority seemed pretty far gone, already, and while she wasn’t quite at that level yet, there was a lightness buzzing around her that could only stem from being, well, buzzed. when she reached her friend, she thrust her arms out and grabbed the sides of his arms – too far apart to be a hug and yet still the most enthusiastic greeting she’d given him in a while; and in public, surrounded on all sides by people, no less. she smiled. “ it feels like it’s been ages, doesn’t it? I think it does. “

                                  AN EASY SMILE PULLED AT DUNG’S LIPS, his eyes hanging low in a dazed expression. “kitty,” he slurred. “kitty-kat,” he chuckled, his hand reaching up to casually rub the top of her head. “you look good, kid--- happy. c’mere.” he took a sharp drink of his bourbon, pulling her in for a tight hug. “you know what i miss,” he said thoughtfully, his arms still tight around her. 

                      “WATCHIN’ YOU COUGH BOTH LUNGS OUT over a joint.”

[duhngold]

rcgulsblck:

             ❝ FUCK, what the hell is wrong with you ??                  is it really so hard to watch where you’re going ?? ❞        wiping frantically at the drink that was now staining his maroon sweater, regulus turned his steely gaze up to the drunken student in front of him, anger etched into his features as he waited for an explanation.              ❝ well, do you have anything to say for yourself ??                  salazar slytherin… this is why i hate parties. ❞

                                                       “YA’ KNOW--- ACCIDENTS ARE ACCIDENTS, BUD. ain’t gotta be rude to some third year.” dung wiped at his nose, nodding his head as he tried to calm down the anger. booze and rage didn’t mix well within the blond; he also wasn’t a fan of seventh years snakes belittling the youngin’s. “in case you need a reminder on the difference though,” dung suggested, pouring his double of whiskey over the slytherin’s head. “that was on purpose.”

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hannahblishwickx:

“Another party? Yeah, sure, why not stand in a overly crowded room full of overly drunk students? Not like there is much else going on out here. And I actually am quite bored of hearing people talk about it non stop.”

“THEN WHY YA’ HERE? no one’s holdin’ a loaded wand to your head.”

[duhngold]

                                    “YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE A GOOD FUCKIN’ READ right now? some d.b. cooper. that library’s got magic an’ potions an’ whatever the fuck--- but nothin’ on the coops himself.” dung took a drink from the fancy glass he’d swiped, the crystal appearing to have more monetary value than his life. “it’s bullshit,” he blurted through gritted teeth, the bourbon burning hideously. “whole bunch’a bullshit.”

@roxcnne

[macden]

iasip meme - [1/5] relationships

↳mac and dennis

dennis… what? i love you.

[duhngold]

arielsmackay:

               ❝ i have OFFICIALLY decided that tonight is a time for not being sad. ❞        navigating through the corridors with her arm wrapped in her friends’, ariel’s tone was a forced kind of chipper. she was trying her best to adhere to this decision, to ‘ not be sad ’, and although it didn’t appear to be paying off all so well, surely trying was at least a step forward ??                ❝ it is now an order that if you see me looking sad, you force a drink into my hand. got it ??        i’m here to have fun with you, my boy, so goddammit, we will have FUN !! now let’s go in before i run out of things to say in my inspirational speech.❞ 

@duhng

                                 “YOU WANT HAPPINESS, I’LL GIVE YA’ HAPPINESS. you want the moon, i’ll bend over right now an’ give you the moon.” dung nudged ariel with the arm she had wrapped herself around, guiding her towards the punch he had spiked an hour earlier. dung eased his arm out from hers, pouring the blonde a scoop of the alcohol-hardened juice. “alright, tell you what--- you’re gettin’ drunk, and you’re sharin’ a dance or two with me.”