punch first, ask later.

eve whispers, i just want to be more than someone else's bones, & god WEEPED for all that he did not do. lucille lucy weasley. knight bus driver. order. 19.

[lucvsweasley-blog]

warrickisms:

Sitting curled in a wool blanket, the television flickered and flashed in front of Sammie’s vacant stare. It was how he eased himself out of ugly, intrusive thoughts – watching the same sunday morning cartoons that he did as a kid – but today it provided no comfort. The pictures of what he’d seen flashed before his mind, and showed no signs of leaving him in peace. So, pressing the power button, he watched the screen go blank and reached for his phone.

Sammie didn’t look through his contacts to find the right person. He didn’t care who it was; he needed someone to talk to. He pressed a number at random and clicked call.

The aftermath of the ball was not something Lucy wanted to remember. Her cousin’s death was not something she wanted to remember, either, but her mind was a bitch and it was replaying in her head. It was like someone had sucker punched her. Staring at the wall, trying to get her thoughts together, Lucy heaved out a sigh. “Death doesn’t discriminate,” she murmured to herself. “it just takes and takes and takes. I think that’s the quote.” Turning around in her bed, pulling the covers over her head to keep the world out, Lucy almost didn’t answer the phone. 

ring. ring. ring. 

Groaning loudly and blindly searching for her phone, she picked it up and held it to her ear, voice quiet and sullen. “Are you okay?” she asked down the phone. “Do you need anything?”

[lucvsweasley-blog]

there was a certain dishevelment about lucy weasley that only she could pull off & she had a distinct air of not giving a fuck. “May I p l e a s e have another drink? I’m CHEERING MYSELF UP today, because some drunk idiot threw up on my fucking bus. Like, how inconsiderate, yeah? Fucking rude. Unless there was something actually wrong with them, then yeah, by all means, just THROW UP on my bus.” she rambled, an indication that perhaps the weasley had too much to drink, but wasn’t willing to admit it. 

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[dailymarvelqueens]

The term ‘breakout’ always makes me think of an inmate or some butterfly emerging out of a cocoon.

[venettaoctavia]

You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind.

Venetta Octavia, excerpt of “THE BURNING”, from my upcoming chapbook, tentatively titled “Oculus” (via venettaoctavia)