quip fast, die young

marlene alexandria mckinnon. marls. YOUR BODY TOLD ME IN A DREAM IT'S NEVER BEEN AFRAID OF ANYTHING — original order of the phoenix. gryffindor, twenty. meant to die. marauders era. she/her. ╱ breathless laughter on warm summer nights; baring your teeth & throwing the first punch; rocketing faster & faster on your broom, racing past the bludger, like you can touch the sky, be the wind— ; raised eyebrows & quips playing at your lips; swearing under your breath as you do the math, knowing that to win this, some of you will have to lose it. — — — &. you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

[mcrlenes]

rosierprince‌:

“I got into a bit of an altercation; apparently, I am not quite popular here. Who would have thought?”

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Marlene muttered, before smiling tightly at him. “I guess tales of your ‘winning personality’ didn’t survive any longer than you did.” Still longer than you, though, McKinnon — longer than James Lily Benjy Dorcas Edgar Fabian Gideon — stop. Clearing her throat, she added, casually, “I heard Moody got you in the end —- always a solid, he is. Good at taking out the trash.”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…the furious strength of my heart.

Gabriela Mistral, from Madwomen: Collected Poems; “The Mother’s Dust,” (via hollowaches)

[unchildhood]

MARGARET ATWOOD

The Blind Assassin (2000);

original/personal photos and edit

[zoirohs]

[inbox-bait]

herb asks 🌿

angelica — who/what is your biggest inspiration in life?

basil — have you ever fallen out of love?

calendula — has your health ever taken a turn for the worst?

chamomile — what’s something that always comforts you?

lady’s mantle — do you have a favorite comfort item?

lavender — what are you the most devoted to in your life?

lemon balm — are you more sympathetic or empathetic?

lilac — what’s your favorite thing that you did as a teenager?

mint — are you a virgin?

rose — have you ever been in love?

sage — what’s your highest level of education?

thyme — have you ever done something brave?

vervain — do you believe in luck?

yarrow — have you healed from past traumas?

[mcrlenes]

MARLENE — VIV — RONAN

[eversncenewyork]

send me a pairing and one of these and i'll write a mini fic

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when i was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that i wish you hadnt

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said [make your own]

inspired by this

[bagelswrites]

I thought of more (because I really needed more?), so I’m adding them here:

24. things you said when we were alone 25. things you said in front of other people 26. things you said in writing 27. things you said through a closed door 28. things you said in the dark 29. things you said in the rain 30. things I wish you’d said 31. things you said right before goodbye 32. things you said right after hello 33. things you said from across the room 34. things you whispered in my ear 35. things you said at the top of your lungs 36. things you said but didn’t mean 37. things you said through someone else 38. things you said when I was (you were) sick 39. things you forgot to say 40. things you interrupted me to say

[phortescue]

[mrlsmckinn]

phortescue‌:

MARLENE MCKINNON and her six primary personality traits.

[gothdaisyjohnson]

Never let this cruel world steal your spark

[hollowaches]

Take survival, then take it away. What is left? The aftermath of a war. The landscape is a body of pain. There are ghosts in your walls, tucked into the crook of your neck, passing through your ribcage. Tourists come to wander you, to seat themselves in your destruction, to look around and marvel at what a fight looks like after it’s finished. They touch and they take and they desecrate. They sense your ghosts. They do not stay. This is what the after looks like. A valley of ghosts, scars on the earth, but somewhere, away from prying eyes, in the mountain range of your ribcage, a seedling takes root in the cavern of your heart. The aftermath of a war is a hollow place, and your body is a lonely and exhausted earth, blood-soaked and waiting, but there is a poppy in your chest, stubbornly blooming. Blood is not the best fertiliser for a barren ground, but you make do. You always do.

one day, we might make flower crowns in the burial grounds of our chests / a response to traci brimhall | j.d. (via hollowaches)