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i'm just as sane as you are.

[moonrabblt]

mastereddeath:

     ❝ Err, thanks. ❞ Spoken with a collection of SUPERFLUOUS emotions, he is unable to react. There is great sadness, yes, yet also emotions of relief. For once, someone cares. Not about the scar on his forehead, but how he feels on the inside. ❝ I —– well, I… thanks, Luna. ❞

❝when my mum died, the weasleys kept trying to DISTRACT me from losing her. i know how terribly it works.❞ of course, harry had just over one year to learn his parents’ ways, when luna had T E N to know and love pandora. little ten year old luna would cry into molly’s arms. as much as the lovegoods were seen as S T R A N G E, they were one of only two wizard families around; the two loving mothers living in ottery st catchpole were friends.  ❝you don’t need to pretend you’re okay. not around me, at least.❞

[moonrabblt]

&& nottingale​

❛ t h e o??? why are you out here?   it’s dark and cold and i didn’t   know you liked stargazing. ❜

she calls everybody by their first names, not caring to follow the tradition of calling acquaintances by their surnames. theo is no exception; though she has only talked to him perhaps twice, she greets him like an old friend.

[moonrabblt]

                   ❛ i’ve no clue. probably because he hates harry for no reason. ❜

❛ that doesn’t seem very nice. he’s not too bad to me. i think he just thinks i’m odd. ❜

[moonrabblt]

provedgryffindor.

        he’s definitely taken aback by luna’s demand, used to the soft, airy girl who will usually say anything to UP your spirits. those people do not survive the war, though. they go in, head high and smiling & come out crying & broken ( if they’re lucky ). ‘ luna, they aren’t children anymore. they’ll only get hurt if they CAN’T fight. ’

     her blonde hair practically sticks out in her anger, wanting to SHOUT his name in her anger.

                                wars change people. they make the happiest people                                 the saddest,                    the saddest people, even worse. 

     luna has not survived unscathed. she has not been her happy, bright self in months. she’s watched her friends die, seen a body FALL out a window. she wants to protect the little first years, even the slytherins, K N O W I N G that the eleven year olds’ parents will likely die in this  t e r r i b l e  war. she has far too much experience with losing a parent; knows far too much about death and thestrals.

            ❛ but if they fight back, you K N O W what could happen. too many lives have already been lost. ❜ it’s nearly s h o u t e d at neville 

                                                               -her best friend, one of the two people left who she allows to support her-

and she HATES to even consider the possibility that these screams could result in a fight to end all fights, (WORKING AS WELL AS THE MUGGLE WAR IN THE 1910s DID COME 1937) effectively ending her only friendships.

[moonrabblt]

bc today many years ago sirius was in azkaban and sad and luna wasnt even a year old yet also that i’m sitting at home alone on a friday night and just want to do things on here so hey!! it’s gonna be rly short but without further ado:

THE BIG SEVEN (plus marie and kelsey): @provedgryffindor @weaselkiing @mastereddeath @booksmarting @peridotxlily @phoenixsonged @chamberburied @elderwandskeeper

OTHER PEEPS: @strongandsiilent @scaamander @nottingale @dracose

[leikamei]

[chambergone]

premise to interlude wait ‘til all bones protrude. you’re convexed, you’re convert there’s a stain on your shirt. semi-sweet, semicide the remorse you can’t hide. now we molt past our skin and make room to begin symmetry. you must work in symmetry, you must earn their empathy.

[magicalenough]

honestly super quick graphic & post bc it’s not a milestone or anything, really, but sky bein emotional af ( i was gonna just make a lil post but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). since creating neville, the people i’ve met have been phenomenal. like i’ve never had such a wonderful reaction to any blog i’ve ever made, i don’t think. i’ve never gotten daily compliments of ‘ i love your neville ’ or ‘ you play him so well ’ and i’m too mushy to not do something about it. so these are the sweethearts that have made my, albeit short, time playing neville the best it could be.

#SQUAD: @weaselkiing, @elderwandskeeper, @mastereddeath, @chamberburied, @quitelogical, @moonrabblt, @peridotxlily, @phoenixsonged

BUT ALSO: @nottingale, @eastxrnsea, @redhairedflower, @strongandsiilent,  @halflingisms

[chasingxquaffles-blog]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

[astagesetforcatastrophe]

You are not weak. You are full of spines and wars, scars and fire. You are fighting to carry a heart so heavy even Atlas cannot hold it up. There is all of this quiet, drowning kind of falling apart inside you and yet you are still breathing. You are still here. You are still here.

astagesetforcatastrophe, you are not weak (via astagesetforcatastrophe)

[dimepoetry]

on loving a wounded boy: there will be days when his smile is so bright that it blinds you. do not shield your eyes from him; instead, kiss the smile from his lips and taste the heat there, the love, the ashes. he will taste of sunshine and ruin. let him. there will be days when his arms are a crime scene of his own design, taped off and untouchable. there will be days you come home to find him bleeding heavily onto the bathroom floor and he will stain the tile with every regret sorrow guilt and he will call it his own private sin. bandage him; press your mouth to the cotton dryness of the cloth and feel the warmth of blood beneath. remind yourself that this is not who he is. remind him that he is more than the sum of every wrong done to him. there will be days when his mouth tastes of saccharine instead of sugar. do not call him on his mistakes. drink this bitter-sweet sorrow down to the dregs. there will be nights when his eyes are the color of bruises and his sobs will keep you awake no matter how he tries to silence them. pull him into your arms, but say nothing. if he wants to tell you, he will. there will be mornings when he traces his fingers up your leg as you eat your breakfast. he will not ask for anything more than just the comfort of your presence in the room. give that to him. there will be midnights that his legs kick out in fear and he will sweat his nightmares out like fever. there will be some kisses that taste like every childhood summer you’ve ever had, and other kisses that taste like sweat-salt and the dampness of tears. there will be times that he asks too much of you, or times you give too little. there will be times that he hisses threats between his teeth and every word feels like a dagger. and there will be apologies, eventually. soft words and silences that blanket you in comfort and the knowledge that above all else, his love is genuine. these moments will warm you from the inside out. more than anything, there will be moments when he looks at you like you alone put the sun in the sky, and his sigh against your lips will be a supernova and an autumn wind all at once. kiss him once. kiss him again. kiss him until he forgets he’s broken, and kiss him until you forget that you’re broken too.

“On Loving a Wounded Boy,” by dimepoetry (via dimepoetry)

[vandavintage]

Stardust was her cloak and the constellations her crown.

@streetzie on Twitter (via vandavintage)

[whispersinthestatic]

Everyone’s favorite radish-earring’d Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood. (x)

[rpfunstuff]

Heathers Sentence Meme

[chambergone]

“And to think there was a time where I actually thought you were cool.”

“Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling”

“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?”

“Doesn’t it bother you that everyone in the school thinks you’re a pirahna?”

“Don’t you start getting cocky on me now, girl.”

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?”

“I just want my high school to be a nice place”

“I love my dead gay son!”

“If you were happy every day of your life you wouldn’t be a human being, you’d be a game show host.”

“Listen, my Bonnie and Clyde days are over.”

“My teen angst bullshit has a body count”

“No, my life’s not perfect, I don’t really like my friends.”

“Now let’s take a look of some of the homosexual artifacts I dug up.”

“Now that you’re dead, what are you gonna do with your life?”

“Our love is god, let’s go get a slushie.”

“People think, just because you’re beautiful and popular life is easy and fun.”

“So we killed them, didn’t we?”

“Sorry, I’m just feeling a little superior tonight.”

“When I get that feeling, I need sexual healing.”

“Why can’t you just be a friend? Why are you such a MegaBitch?”

“Yeah I didn’t expect to be calling you either, I guess my emotions took over.”

“You blow it tonight, girl, and it’s keggers with kids all next year.”

“You were nothing before you met me.”

“Your true feelings were too gross and icky for you to face.”

“You’re just so hot tonight. I can’t control myself.”

[weaselkiingarchive-blog]

                            ❛ as for me , i’ll be the KNIGHT. ❜

[moonrabblt]

RON NO

                     ❛ anyway, how is your sex life? ❜

ron = too fucking curious / @moonrabblt ♥’d

                    ❛ a bit boring right now. nobody                        wants to even kiss me, lately

                                                   though everyone seems to think i’m a bit weird. ❜

[chambergone]

premise to interlude wait ‘til all bones protrude. you’re convexed, you’re convert there’s a stain on your shirt. semi-sweet, semicide the remorse you can’t hide. now we molt past our skin and make room to begin symmetry. you must work in symmetry, you must earn their empathy.