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♫ - talk about your character’s taste in music/their favorite songs

† - is your character religious, if so explain their background on that religion

✆ - what kind of phone does your character have and what applications are most likely always used

✎ - write a drabble or just give some headcanons on your character’s childhood

☑ - what are some things your character can’t live without

☁ - what is your character’s favorite or least favorite type of weather

✏ - write a drabble or just give some headcanons about a major event in your character’s life

♥ - talk about your character’s family (siblings, cousins, parents, foster parents, etc.)

❣- how was or is your character in school

☜ - when your character sees themselves in the mirror, what do they see? how do they see themselves

♜ - explain any hobbies your character may have, go into detail like how they got into them and such

#me: i need to do replies #also me: but development is important in a character #;ask meme

michaelscorner‌:

It would be a lie to say that Michael’s body didn’t have an automatic response to Seamus’; a call to draw him closer, close the distance between them until there was none. Michael fought the desire – need, really – to put his hand over Seamus’, or better yet take a fistful of his shirt. He swallowed hard, letting an easy smile fall on his lips that belied any of the lustful thoughts consuming any crevice of his mind. He wanted the rest of the party to fall away, but knew it would never be that easy.

“Well, someone has to.” He shrugged, still smiling. “Think highly of me.” A joke founded on painful truth, but Michael was far too drunk to let it sting. He’d regret the possessive tone in the morning, if Michael could even remember anything past the raging hangover he was sure to be nursing in a few hours. The only thought he could hold on to was please god don’t let Seamus feel how fast his heart beat under his shirt. He fixed Seamus with another look, eyebrows raised.

“Jesus, Finnigan, you really are fucked, aren’t you?” Before Seamus can give any justification, Michael bent down to whisper in his ear. “Tell you a secret: I am too.”

“I think highly of you.” The words fell off of his lips in a murmur, so quiet he wasn’t sure if Michael would be able to hear it--wasn’t sure that he’d want Michael to hear it. Their relationship was one not easily defined--and rarely one where they shared such sentiments, though it was becoming harder for Seamus to abide by that unspoken rule. He admired Michael, enjoyed his company--liked him, immensely.

But liking him wasn’t in the rules of the game. He pushed his mind to other thoughts, more pressing than his growing feelings toward Michael, and onto his stirring desire to get Michael anywhere that wasn’t here.

“Nah, not fucked, but I’d liked to be.” Seamus’ hand moved lower, fingers trailing over Michael’s chest. His eyes followed the movement, before glancing up and meeting the other boy’s gaze. He was too far gone to think about other people and what they may think. “Think you could make that happen, Corner?”

#nsfw #thread: michaelcorner #me: michael mightve gotten beat #but at least he got fucked before hand #this took me an eternity to get right #seamus' emotions are confused rn hes confusing me #he wants to date michael???#hes like: oh thats new

WHEN: November 2nd, 10:40pm WHERE: A Dark and Empty Corridor WHO: Open

Prefect Patrols were neither a pleasure nor a privilege; rather a burden that Seamus had been cursed with. At the start of the year, it’d been a bit exciting--getting to roam the halls after hours, deducting points and playing prefect, but now it was just becoming a chore. He hadn’t having to talk to people, didn’t want to take points (unless it was an absolute shite of a person), and certainly didn’t want to be doling out nights in detention. Not when he knew what said nights entailed.

He’d turned the corner into a new corridor, his wand in his hand lit with the soft glow of lumos--when he spotted a person standing at the other end of the corridor. Seamus groaned internally, he’d hoped he wouldn’t find anyone else out tonight--he just wanted to go to bed.

“Look mate, I know that being out after curfew might seem all fun and games at first, but it’s not all it’s cracked to be. You get caught, and then you’re losing house points, getting sent to detention, finding Filch and his cat in a tryst--real bad things, you know?” He approached the other person, his wand raised, and his lips quirking. “Think we might be able to strike a deal though, if you’re interested?”

#mowstarter #hello this is short bc im lame #can be the person he's making a deal w/#or could be his patrol partner who reacts to the deal #i am adaptable and open and yes #this is too many tags goodbYE

bencvolences

WHEN: october 17, 19:57 WHERE: an empty corridor on the first floor WHO: open

Sally-Anne needed to clear her head.

Every day she was forced to attend Muggle Studies hung over her for hours afterward, Alecto Carrow’s vicious words and ramblings difficult to shake. Mostly everyone was at dinner by now, leaving Sally-Anne free to roam the halls quite alone for a little while. If anything good came out of Muggle Studies, it was that the class was always right before dinner — meaning she could go off on her own and indulge in her favorite stress-relieving activity: singing.

“You charmed the heart right out of me, Don’t need no broom, I’m flying free, I think by now it’s plain to see, I’m nothing without you…”

Say what you will about Celestina Warbeck, but Sally-Anne had to admit her songs were catchy. As she belted out the lyrics to “You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me,” she swung around in sort of a dreamlike dancing motion and closed her eyes, giving herself over completely to the moment. It was a beautiful thing, hitting those high notes and remembering that she was at least good at this.

“Oh — merlin,” Sally-Anne was caught off-guard, gasping suddenly at the sight of another person in the corridor. “Sorry. How long have you been standing there?”

finnigxns-blog

Seamus hadn’t meant to disrupt Sally-Anne’s moment of privacy--he’d merely been on the way to the Great Hall, when he’d turned the corner and heard singing. He didn’t mean to stare, but the way she was moving, her voice flowing over the words, reminded him of home and happiness. A sort of happiness that he needed to be reminded of. He’d stayed longer than he meant to, and when she caught him, he held up his hands in a sign of submission, trying to hide a smile.

“Not long, unfortunately--was hoping for more of a show. You’ve got quite the pair of pipes on you, Perks.” He couldn’t help the large smile, as it pushed its way onto his face despite his best efforts. He didn’t want Sally-Anne to think he was laughing at her, not when it was the exact opposite. “That was Warbeck, wasn’t it? She’s me mam’s favorite as well. She always puts it on when she’s in a mood, dances ‘bout the kitchen singing along. Bit like you actually, though you sound loads better than she does.”

#thread: sallyanneperks #if this needs any adjusting lemme know and i will fix :)

pcrkinscns-blog

WHEN: 22nd october; 11.13am WHERE: corridor outside snape’s office WHO: open

No galleon for guessing the topic on everyone’s lips. Whispers at Hogwarts, no matter how tightly held the secrets, or how small the circle, had a way of penetrating the entirety of the castle, until every student, regardless of house or age, knew it all. Leaning against the wall, Pansy caught snippets of it. Broke in…getting the sword….Harry Potter. It was the final part that had the Carrow’s and Snape on edge. Pressure from a boss? She shivered to think of it. That was a war larger than her, one she wanted no part in.

Ushering a group of second year Hufflepuff’s on their way with a stern glance, Pansy caught herself staring at the entrance once more, the impenetrable gargoyle that seemed to be looking back at her. It reminded her a bit of their fallen headmaster, Dumbledore. But that was impossible, since Pansy was pretty sure he hadn’t known her name. Or anyone who hadn’t been robed in scarlet’s. Blinking, she tore her gaze away, landing on someone lurking to her left instead. Although sharp, there was no real malice in her voice. “I hope you’re not planning on a re-run. No one likes copycats.”

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“You’ve caught me--suppose I’ll have to give up on my plan now, what with the fear of being titled a copy-cat hanging over my head.” Seamus shook his head, his eyes staring straight ahead at the headmaster’s entrance. He still wasn’t certain why Neville and the others had thought stealing the sword was necessary--he’d asked him in the privacy of the dorms, but still received no real response. He could only guess, just as well as the others. But knowing Neville, he imagined it was rather important. “Don’t know how little you think of the rest of the school, but I’d wager no one’s stupid enough to try that again, not knowing what happened to them.”

His lips quirked upwards, as he imagined himself blasting through the gargoyle and removing the sword on his own. It was a fantastical thought, but imaging that Harry might need the sword--might really need it wherever he was, made Seamus wondering if it might not be a worthwhile try. “Not anytime soon, at least.”

#thread: pansyparkinson #let me know if you want/need any adjustments!!!

wnq-movies

I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson (via wnq-movies)

#;seamus

michaelscorner

Time: sometime between 25 and 26 October, 1997 Location: Slytherin common room Status: for @finnigxns

He could barely stand it anymore. First it was Parvati, her lips on Seamus’ neck, tracing the lines and veins Michael was so fucking familiar with, that his lips could’ve – should’ve, if he was being honest – been on. Then it was Ernie, Seamus’ own mouth cutting a line across the fucker’s collarbone, and just then Michael could’ve sworn he was seeing bloody fucking red. His breaking point was well within sight.

It might’ve been worth recognising, maybe, that Michael was inflicting his own sort of damage. God only knew how many shots he’d taken and lips he’d locked, mouth’s he’d claimed for his own in Pansy’s cruel version of spin the bottle – because, surely, with that many people landing on him, it must have been something targeted. It ought to have been worth thinking about, maybe, but the truth of the matter was Michael was far too gone to even contemplate the disaster that would be thinking. No, he was a man of action now, liquor pumping thick in his veins and reason well gone with the wind.

He waited until the rest of them were gone – until Seamus was alone, and Michael could well and truly have him to himself. He came up beside Seamus, drink in hand and teeth pulling over his bottom lip. Michael did his best to hide the true jealousy coiling beneath the surface. “How many times did you think you could get someone else’s mouth on you before I’d notice?”

finnigxns-blog

Seamus was surprisingly having a good time. He hadn’t expected to enjoy the party this much--not with it taking place in the snake’s den, not with who its hosts’ were. But his mates were here, the music was good, and the liquor was plentiful. Very plentiful. He’d found himself downing more shots than he could keep track of--and his mind was currently sitting in a happy, hazy glow. A glow that was broken as Michael appeared in front of him.

It had been several days since he and Michael had last talked--longer since they’d done more. And Seamus found himself, pleasantly surprised to be standing in front of him. He eyed Michael, chewing on his lower lip, and found himself nodding to himself--very pleasantly surprised.

“Think you’d notice? You sure think rather highly of yourself.” Seamus grinned at him, taking a hand and pressing it against his chest. “Wasn’t really expecting you too--didn’t realize I was important enough for you to notice me, Corner.”

#thread: michaelcorner #this is....not great im sORRY #but i kept rewriting and rewriting and went fuck it and here we go

❝

It was a party, loud and blinding--and Seamus was grateful for that. He’d spent the better part of an hour (or was it two? or three?) standing among a crowd of people, his smile wide, his laugh loud. He thinks he oughtn’t feel this good, somewhere in the back of his mind. But he shoots a grin at the person closest to him, and recognizes Parvati smiling back. He wants to ask her to take a shot with him--but his brain reminds itself, belatedly that they had already, and really, should he be taking more?

He eyed the bottle of liquor sitting on a sidetable nearby. His body screaming out in all the ways that it was a bad idea. He’d been pouring shots since the moment he stepped through the door. The alcohol cold and sharp and numb. He knew he should have stopped several drinks ago--wonders why Dean hasn’t yet reached out with a cup of water and smart comment to stop him, and glances around the circle he’s in again. Surely he’d be nearby, they always stuck close together at parties--and Dean would tell him if he’d found a girl he was going off with, wouldn’t just leave him like this--Seamus feels panicked, eyes frantic, moving between from person to person, something was wrong--

Seamus feels it crash over him like a tidal wave, his heart halting, as he remembers. Part of the reason he’d needed to drink so much--to go numb. Dean’s not there. He’s not going to be there.

It’s just Seamus.

He closes his eyes, lifting his cup to his lips, and swallows. When he opens his eyes--his cup once full now empty, and catches Parvati staring at him with a half-smile, and a look of concern, he feels his gut clench. He loved the girl, and the fact that she clearly cared for him, (and he for her), but he couldn’t, he couldn’t just pretend that everything was fine.

He found himself shuffling closer to the girl, leaning down, the words falling out of his lips before he could stop them. “Listen Parv, you’re brilliant--you are, no really.” He grabbed hold of her hand tightly in his own, and stared into her eyes as well as he could. “You and all the other Gryff girls are brilliant, so lovely including me in things, and I adore you, all of you, I do--” She was staring back at him, her concern growing evident, and Seamus couldn’t help but to continue. “But I miss having someone to go to. Someone, someone who was mine. And mine alone.” His breathing stuttered, eyes dropping from Parvati’s; the feelings washing over him, bright and burning.

“I don’t want to keep feeling so alone.”

#event; slytherin bday bash #parvatiis

☁ "what's the best you've ever had?"

“Best, the best, the best I’ve ever… best what Jones?” Seamus clutched the half-empty cup in his hand, staring at Megan from across the circle. His brain was puttering along at an alarmingly slow pace, as he tried to understand what the girl was saying. “Best drink? Best meal? Best friend?”

His eyes wandered to the other side of the room, where a game of spin the bottle was currently taking place. His mind came to a halt, maybe? Oh. Right then. “Best shag? Is that what you’re looking for?” Seamus licked his lips, his mind wandering away from the circle. “Damn Jones, I mean, I mean, I can’t rank them, it’s not exactly, Michael’s pretty good–but that doesn’t, I don’t want him thinking he’s the best–so why don’t we, why don’t we just keep going then?”

#event; slytherin bday bash #mxganjones #(insert a drunk slightly panicked seamus)

⚡+ ”do a lap around the quidditch pitch naked”

“You say that like it’s difficult Stephen--I’m already down to my knickers and a shirt, you really want more?” Seamus stood, a loud guffaw leaving his chest, while his legs shook unsteadily beneath him. His blood was pumping under his skin, and he felt positively invincible. Liquid courage was a brilliant thing wasn’t it? He slowly unbuttoned the white shirt he was wearing, his mouth wide and grinning at Stephen. “Do you one better, I’ll do a lap around the main floor of the castle. Might actually get caught that way.”

#event; slytherin bday bash #aureliians

☺

Tequila–merlin, he’d come here prepared to do whiskey shots (not that he could handle those much either)–but tequila was Seamus’ weakness. He’d spotted the liquid the moment he walked into the Slytherin’s common, and immediately helped himself to just one–or maybe two? He couldn’t remember, not that it mattered, it was a party, a Slytherin party, and he’d drink as many drinks as he could help himself to. Despite already holding a spiked butterbeer in one hand–he thought he might help himself to another. Yes, he really ought to help himself to another.

He’d spun towards where he’d first found the shots–a table in the corner near the doorway out to the dungeons, and spotted Ernie, oh lovely Macmillan standing just beside Seamus’ drunken target.

The walk to Ernie was hardly easy, as he hit his knees on a couch, sloshed his butterbeer on a girl dressed in a hideous dress (or was that the couch again?), and nudged (shoved) a sixth year Slytherin out of his way. He was desperate. He found himself nearly slamming into Ernie’s back, as he smiled widely, and clapped the other boy on the back.

“Ernest! Mate! Just the person I, I wasn’t looking for–I saw, I see, you’re spending your time with the drinks? And I thought, I should like to spend time with the drinks and Ernie, and here I am!” Seamus grabbed a glass off of the table, placing it in front of himself. “’M thinking a shot is in my favor. I bloody love tequila, you know?”

Seamus found himself glancing at the shot on the table, the butterbeer in his hand, and the salt and lime he needed to make this shot really, truly perfect. A lack of hands might be a problem–he looked to Ernie, who stared back at him, and eyed the other boy’s collarbone——”Think‘m going to need just a wee bit of your help Ernest.”

He laughed loudly, and in a moment, at Ernie’s nodding, his tongue was on the other boy’s neck, licking a strip of skin before pulling back and grabbing at the salt on the table. He threw a bit on the wet patch he’d created, placed a lime in the indent between his neck and shoulder, and smiled at his handiwork momentarily–followed by his quick downing of the shot. It was brilliant, he hadn’t done this in ages–He was sucking at the spot he’d salted with little thought (that might leave a mark), before grabbing the lime with his teeth and sucking on that instead. His mouth full, and his eyes wild, he laughed at the look on Ernie’s face, nearly choking on the lime still in his cheek.

“Nothing like a shot to get the blood going, eh? I owe you one Ernest, brilliant mate.”

#event; slytherin bday bash #erniemcmlln

katedniels-deactivated20190215

Tom Cruise in Risky Business (1983)

#nsfw #event; slytherin bday bash #seamus rolled up having downed one shot in this costume #he came to play #(he's a LIGHTWEIGHT YALL)#a lightweight listening to abba while he forgets the world

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Below the cut is an ask meme for our Slytherin party event. This is a bit different than a typical ask meme, so here’s how it will work:

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Unlike typical ask memes, the content of these replies will be considered just as “real” as a normal thread.

For this reason, event memes do count towards activity.

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These memes can serve as starters for threads if you wish ! Just make sure you copy & paste the first reply into a new post rather than reblogging the original ask.

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trcydvs‌:

oh – seamus. that was a face she hadn’t expected to see in a while. it was a face she couldn’t quite figure out the details of especially when she was sober, since almost all of their interactions had taken place when they were both inexplicably inebriated. she – liked the companionship, for some reason, his tendency to explode things, especially himself. “i survived out of sheer stubbornness and fight alone.” she shrugged with a grin, moving towards him. honestly, the company seamus had provided for her – with the best firewhiskey, really – was something she desperately needed.

( she couldn’t remember half the shit they’d spat out of their mouths when they were drunk, but she was sure seamus knew more of her family history than her housemates did. the secrecy – the trust in him that meant that whatever she told him, shouted at him or the world at the top her lungs would remain secret – was something… she appreciated. )

“depends on the company, really.” she mused, crossing her arms. “will it be just you and i, sulking over whatever shit we’ve got going on in our lives, or will it be you and i, ogden’s finest, and us shouting over whatever shit we’ve got going on in our lives?” merlin knew she’d needed the drink. and after the day they’d had – at least seamus wouldn’t question her friendship with neville, since he’d witnessed some of it himself. gryffindors were so difficult, sometimes. but not seamus. especially when they were shitfaced.

“Shouting I’d wager,” Seamus smiled softly at Tracey, his hands reaching into his cloak to procure the bottle of whiskey he’d pocketed earlier. They weren’t friends, but he liked Tracey--and he could certainly use her specific form of company on a day like this. He twisted the cap of the bottle, his thoughts straying to the reason he’d grabbed it in the first place. He knew the Carrows were getting bolder--but to torture someone in the great hall? He didn’t want to think about what might come next; what was likely to come next. “I’m not much in a talking mood today--not sure anyone could be figuring. Yelling sounds quite nice however.”