* } there's fire in her eyes.

baby, we were born with fire and gold in our eyes with fire and gold in our eyes, got lightning in a bottle hands on the throttle even in the dust we shine with fire and gold in our eyes when you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen this is our time to own it.

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phantombones:

“You’re right, if I gave up on trying to get people to sleep I might give up on other things. It’s just such a slippery slope,” she agreed, taking a deep breath then letting it out. “I always thought the zombie apocolypse came with an abundance of rest,” she laughed, “I just can’t accept everyone sacrificing their health this way. I truly wonder if one would be able to turn into an INFERI through sheer exhaustion at this point.”

Rose grinned and nodded in agreement. “And we can’t have you getting lazy on us, Longbottom. We need you around here. If you stop helping people, who will?” She smiled and held out one of the snacks she tended to keep on her; a biscuit. “This may help boost some morale. I promise it hasn’t been sitting in my bag for a long. Less than an hour,” she promised. “I swear I’ll try to get more SLEEP if you promise not to give up on us.” She shook her head, scrunching up her nose. “As a researcher, I can promise that is not possible.”

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crvores:

“Definitely no veritaserum in that cuppa, eh? I’ll admit to cauldron, kettle, black though, so you’re in good company.” Scor shrugged somewhat placatingly. The way she possessively tugged the drink toward her meant that she at the very barest would forgive him, if only for being the bringer of caffeine at this particular time of day. “I’m not asking you to!” He held his free hand up as a symbol of his innocence. “’Sides if I did ask I’d walk around the corner and that sticking charm that seems to have taken up residence between your palm and that quill would instantly come back anyway. Futile. No point intervening with the inevitable. That quote about the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results or whatever.”

Rose gave up on her argument, accepting the tea with a huff and a small smile. Despite their constant and playful bickering, she always appreciated Scor’s company. He was funny, occasionally, and girl like her needed to laugh. Sure, he wasn’t necessarily trying to be funny, but he succeeded nonetheless and that’s all that mattered. She dropped the quill and pushed her work across her desk, moving her newly freed hand to her mug. “See? I’m fine. I could even walk away from the desk if I wanted to,” she insisted with a firm nod. They both knew that was a lie. If she moved, sure, she’d be fine, but that would only be because she’d never stop talking about it.

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crvores:

“Most commonly said by substance abusers not workaholics but still a cliche and a half, Rosie.” Scor focused on setting the steaming cup on the small scrap of visible desk, the incessant quake of his hands irritating him the more he focused on it. He blew on his own steaming mug of tea. “You’ve got a squint on now, you’re going to give yourself a tension headache.” With his free hand, he rubbed at the bridge of his nose where the furrow of his brow often instigated radiant pain. “You’re having a laugh aren’t you? How hard you work is an indisputable fact, you’re always here whenever I’m finished in the Hospital Wing and I should know because if I’m not there I’m always here.”

“I’m not a workaholic!” she fired back in a huff. That, however, was the furthest from the truth. Rose narrowed her eyes at him and carefully pulled the mug towards herself. She was a caffeine addict, he knew that much. Anyone that paid even the slightest bit of attention knew that much. His calmed caused her face to soften, though she was still irritated. “I do not,” she muttered, rubbing at her forehead. She knew tension headaches all too well, and was not interested in bringing one on anytime soon. “Like I said, I could put these books down and stop right now if I wanted to. It wouldn’t bother me. Not even a little.” Lie.

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sectvmsemprvs:

“you tryin’ to convince me, or yourself?” dorian had been leaning against the table where rose was working, and it had taken her an amusingly long time to notice him. “c’mon rosie posie—-a break won’t kill you.” he pulled out the chair beside her, spinning it around and taking a seat, “listen, rumor has it they made a couple batches of gingersnaps down in the kitchen—-and i’ve got an hour til i’m on guard duty. you wouldn’t think of making your old pal dorian go it alone, would you? because if i do, i’m gonna eat them all—-do you want that on your conscience, rose?”

the young woman gave a halfhearted grin in response to dorian’s question. “you? yes, definitely you. you need to be convinced,” she insisted with a firm nod. rose whined, but only for a moment before the idea of a snack slapped her in the face. she raised a single brow and looked up at her friend through the hair that had fallen over her face. “gingersnaps, you say?” anyone that knew rose knew that you could get her to do almost anything for food. “eat them all? that’s treason! i’m coming. look, i’m putting my books away!”

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giqqlewater:

“Sure you don’t.” Teddy scoffed. He’d heard those excuses more often than not and it seemed that everyone he knew had an issue with ‘all work, no play’. “You’re like twelve you should be faffing about with your cousins, hm? You’ll have gray hair before I do if you keep this up.”

“I’m twenty-one, Teddy,” she fired back with narrowed eyes. “None of us really get to enjoy ourselves anymore, do we? It’s the worst, and I’d do anything to go back in time, but I can’t. I’m not my mum.” She huffed and pushed the papers away from her. “But, I guess I can take a break to escape gray hair.”

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lilyii:

Lily let out a little chortle, shaking her head slightly. “Right. I don’t believe that for a second, Rosie, but luckily for you, I have no desire to be your mum, as lovely as she is. You’re much better at playing the ‘mum’ friend anyways – I’ve always been more of a Vodka Aunt.” she quipped, unceremoniously plopping down on the seat across from her cousin. “What exactly are you working on?”

“Shut it,” she huffed, though she was smiling. Lily’s company was always welcomed and, in a way, Rose felt like she owed the redheaded girl her life. If it weren’t for her, she would still be out there, wandering alone. “Please, don’t give me the mum spiel. Your mum already did that and I’ve had enough of it for one day.” She glanced down at the papers in front of her and sighed. “We’re still trying to figure out why this is happening. How to stop it.”

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phantombones:

“You should be a comedian, really, Rose. You’re telling all sorts of jokes today,” Ginny crossed her arms and smiled, finding a chair near Rose to sit down on. “How long you been here for? When was the last time you had something to eat? I really don’t like sounding this ANNOYING but I care about you and your health and we can’t use that beautiful brain of yours to it’s fullest potential unless it’s rested.” She proceeded to laugh a little bit at how much of her own mother she sounded like,”I sound so old. Like McGonagall’s mum, old. And like I’m trying to outdo your grandmum. Wish there was time to chill during the apocalypse.”

Rose rolled her eyes and flipped her journal shut. There was no point now that her aunt was here; she’d keep her distracted. “About four hours?” she admitted sheepishly, knowing already how this would go. Before she could really give much of an answer, Ginny was going off about how unhealthy she was being, and how she needed to eat SOMETHING. “I know, I know,” she interrupted. “And I should sleep, too.” But she hadn’t slept properly in weeks. Not since arriving. “There’s never time to chill, unfortunately. All work, no play.”

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giqqlewater:

The journey had be long and treacherous but it seemed that this safe castle ( she couldn’t really call it a house, now could she? ) held a lot more than she had hoped for. Sure there was plenty of food, a warm bed, hot water but there was just something that made her feel uneasy about it all. Nevertheless her determination won out and though she stood there freezing with clothes and injuries that mirrored how hard the past year of survival was, Celeste approached the nearest person. “Have you seen a guy…around my age about– this tall and looks like the grumpy cat?”

Rose looked up from the book in her hands, looking the young woman over with both concern and curiosity. Her sentence made little to no sense to her; the grumpy cat? No idea. Her eyes judged the height shown with her hands, and it seemed to click. “I have a cousin the looks like a grumpy cat. I’m not sure about the grumpy cat, but he is that tall.” She put the book down and stood to look the woman over. “His name is James. James Potter. I can help you find him, but you look like you should rest.”

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sectvmsemprvs:

The wind whipped against her cheeks as Nadia strode across the grounds—-a far cry from the well-kept lands of her own time at Hogwarts, she still wasn’t quite used to the sort of wildness that had spread over the grounds around the castle, but it did have its perks. Mainly, the small thicket of starthistle she knew to be just on the other side of what used to be the quidditch pitch. And while normally she’d wait, have someone bring her the plant she needed… even she needed a bit of fresh air sometimes, and this way her research wouldn’t have to wait. She stopped as she her destination, stopping down so deft fingers could pluck the plant in question from the grass. Though she was focused on her task, her mind remained alert, and she glanced over her shoulder, sensing a presence behind her.

“If you’re going to lurk, at least make yourself useful and hand me a vial.”

Rose knew all too well the impatience of waiting for someone else to bring you what you needed, and the frustration when they brought back the wrong thing. She didn’t blame Nadia for leaving to do it herself, but that didn’t mean she approved of it either. So, naturally, she followed her. Besides, it was a good chance to look at how her former school had fallen into ruins. It pained her heart to look at it, the way nature had taken its claim on the huge manmade structure. In a way—some dark and twisted way—it was beautiful to see the twisting plants settling on the stone as though they had minds of their own.

“Sure, but only if you promise to bring me with you next time,” she countered, holding the vial out to the other woman. “You know better.”

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phantombones:

Jane yawned then frowned, “I’m not sure if I should give up on trying to get more people to sleep or keep badgering them because I see more EXHAUSTED people than rested people and it’s just not healthy.”

“Giving up is such a negative concept,” Rose huffed, narrowing her eyes at the woman before her. “It’s probably not going to work very well, but you can always try. Exhaustion comes with the zombie apocalypse, didn’t you know?”

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Rose looked up from her work—though she wasn’t actually at work and should relax for just one second—and squinted at the person in front of her. “I can stop at any time,” she stated firmly, though they hadn’t actually said anything. Most of the time people were telling her to just stop, to do something, anything, else. She hardly listened, and that was her own fault, considering she hardly slept anymore. “I don’t work that hard. Really, I don’t.”

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❛ we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. ❜ ( Teddy + Rosie )

“i mean-” she cut herself off. it was things like this that got her angry. things that made sense and shouldn’t. lies should never be accepted under any circumstances, that was one of her rules. but, when one was sad or lonely, they could believe anything thrown at them. she knew that from experience. 

taking lies and stretching them to fit the truth was a nasty habit, but one she couldn’t escape. she hated to think that anyone would lie to her, searching for the good when there wasn’t any. she could make something out of nothing, or nothing out of something, and it would be the death of the rules she so strictly followed. 

“yeah, teddy. you’re right.”

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Female Awesome Meme [1/5] female characters who are unfairly hated - Nancy Wheeler “Let’s burn that lab to the ground.”

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❛ you’re just kids. you aren’t supposed to be heroes. ❜ ( Harry + Rose )

his words hit her in the chest, kind of like a punch. it gave her something to think about, which she always appreciated. any excuse to think, to find reason within something, was a gift. but this? oh, she didn’t have a response for this. he was right. they hadn’t really gotten to be kids the way their parents had hoped. they’d never had time to relax and just be when they were young, and they didn’t want that for their children. 

but there they all were, trying to find a way to survive while the dead were literally walking around. “we don’t have a choice, do we?”

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❛ all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red. ❜

it was a morbid sentence, but it was true. she hated to hear it, to be reminded of the violence surrounding them. rose did everything she could to just stay out of it, but that was impossible. it followed them, haunted them almost, and there was no escape. this was their reality now; pain, death, and suffering.

“how could blood ever be beautiful?” she fired back. “blood is a symbol of pain and death. i don’t see how anyone could mistake that for beautiful.”

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❛ it takes more courage to suffer than to die. ❜ / ❛ I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony. ❜

❛ it takes more courage to suffer than to die. ❜

rose stared at her cousin with a hard expression, making her almost unreadable. she and lily were close, always had been, and she often found it strange to hear things this serious coming from her. “i guess,” she replied, brows furrowed. where had this come from? it was worrying her, but she couldn’t do much but stare.

but then she smiled, her lips quirking up into the friendly grin everyone knew and loved. “but we’re not going to die. and we’re not going to suffer. we’re going to fight the way we were taught. we’ll fight together.”

❛ I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony. ❜

the woman scrunched up her nose at the word. alcohol. it made her stomach twist just thinking about it. the first ( and last ) time she’d had a drink, she stumbled over herself and into a garbage bin. it’d been, hands down, the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done in her twenty-one years of living.

“i can’t tell if this is meant to be sad or a self-deprecating joke. either way, alcohol is the devil.”