「 Will you take a moment; promise me this: That you’ll stand by me forever. But if God forbid fate should step in, &&. force us into a goodbye; if you have children some day…
When they point to the pictures
please tell them my name.
」

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@marley-mickinnon
「 Will you take a moment; promise me this: That you’ll stand by me forever. But if God forbid fate should step in, &&. force us into a goodbye; if you have children some day…
When they point to the pictures
please tell them my name.
」
“No that’s not what I meant but what could Marlene McKinnon need from me that requires being the last resort. We can rule out a fuck buddy because I am on the top of your list.”
“Oh I dunno... There is a pretty long list of men that I could think of that want to get in my bed. Do you really think you top all of them? But that’s not the point. I need you to help me and ask minimal amount of questions.”
“I’m getting married.”
“What the fuck.”
“No, no, no, no! This can’t be happening!”
“Luci? What’s wrong? What happened?”
“This better be life or death, asshole.”
“If by life or death you mean totally not that serious and the only reason I’ve come to you is because you were my last resort, then yes. Yes this is life or death.”
marauders aesthetics | marlene mckinnon
maybe it was the fact there was a constant cigarette between her red lips. maybe it was her ripped jeans and bloodied knees. maybe it was her scent, which was something like alcohol and vanilla and smoke all in one. maybe it was her sharp tongue and razor wit. whatever it was, marlene had everyone fooled into thinking that she was the human embodiment of barbed wire in a leather jacket. but she wasn’t, not entirely. in reality, she was just a girl, barely an adult, and she had already watched so many friends die. she knew it was only a matter of time before she joined them.
“You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart.”
marlene is built of fireworks and iron. she’s built of roaring oceans and gun powder. she smells like vodka and lemon and she curses like a sailor. mary is built of tea and sunday afternoons. she’s built of loose jumpers and fresh cookies. she smells like fresh linen and dusty books and she tells fantastic stories. dorcas is built of sugar-sweet lies and rum. she’s built of carnival rides and velvet. she smells like parties and cigarette smoke and she cares too much about makeup. lily is built of fresh air and daisies. she’s built of undying love and bright flames. she smells like strawberry shampoo and autumn leaves and she gets freckles in the summer. teenage girls were built for summer and love and they were built for each other; but they were thrown into war that’s make of smoke and death and they have blood on their little delicate hands now they smell like copper and lust and death
( they were all made for better things ) k.b.a. (via marleyyandme)
…I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom…
Jennifer Niven - quoted by a Gryffindor (via lionheartedmadness)
We´ll make it happen, Marley. We´ll do something so amazing that they can´t not write about us. You know what we should do? We should start doing small pranks all over, building it up, then a really big one. And then- when everyone thinks that it´s over- BAMF, we´ll strike with the most incredible prank ever. We just need to figure out what it is.
Oh oh oh! Wouldn’t it be great if, of all people, Rita Skeeter was the one that had to make our names legendary by writing our biographies? I mean, she’s been writing shit about me for years and then she’ll have to say nice things. That’s it! That’s exactly what we need to do! You’re a genius!
“Bullshit you were subtle my ass. Okay, I am a decent guesser and it helps you got drunk and confessed you though Sirius was hot.”
“I am not responsible for anything I do or say while drunk. Sometimes dumb things just,” Marlene makes a wild hand movement, “slip!”
“You see, I don’t quite understand how you think that I’ve crossed anybody; I simply write about the truth, that’s all. If anything, I would’ve thought that you would be grateful towards me, to be demolishing all dishonesty around these hallowed halls.”
“Grateful? You make it sound like you do some great deed for Hogwarts that no one else can do when in reality you expose people and turn the smallest things into a big deal for your own sick entertainment. Are you really that bored, Skeeter?”
“No but the side glances and extra flirting was quite obvious. I just made the leap and you confirmed it. Its not my fault I’m a good guesser.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We were very subtle. And good guesser my arse.”
He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes, … the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world.