I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.
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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.
A Thousand Paper Cranes (via parkingsonwrites)
OPEN TEXT ➝ LILY
LILZ: woah caps lock
LILZ: talk me thru it and i'll assist xo
MARY M: it's a dilemma, but i'll grab some composure just for you ( i am not the least bit composed )
MARY M: i mean, there's perfect format and everything, but at the end there's a smiley face. he NEVER uses smiley's Lil Z. It's like it's mocking me. Staring at me like, do this if you dare be the FOOL.
OPEN TEXT ➝ BENJY
BENJY F: This that crazy prof you keep talking about? Prof 'stuck his finger in an electrical socket when he was a kid?'
BENJY F: Yeah, bullshit radar's getting nothing. This is probably the one time a year he's serious.
MARY M: He did it because apparently THAT was when his calling to the scientific process came to him, which is admirable, but, yeah that one.
MARY M: Ugh, I guess I'm gonna be mixing that Five Hour Energy with Red Bull again.
MARY M: ...........what if you're wrong though?
OPEN TEXT ➝ ALASTOR
AL: my bullshit radar is always ready, just gimme a sec
AL: buffering buffering
AL: the bullshit radar has analyzed the situation. it says u r the april fools joke and also that u should do UR DAMN WORK ffs mary
MARY M: ............... this is RUDE I AM ATTACKED I KNEW I WAS THE APRIL FOOL ALREADY BUT THIS IS ANOTHER LEVEL
MARY M: i do my WORK you do your WORK
MARY M: work work work work work
MARY M: ur no help at all mind your own buizness next time
OPEN TEXT ➝ ANYONE
MARY M: LISTEN I KNOW IT'S APRIL FOOLS BUT I'M NOT SURE IF THIS ASSIGNMENT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE OR IF I'M SUPPOSED TO DO IT
MARY M: I NEED UR BULLSHIT RADAR STAT
w/ a double minor in graphic design & NOT SLEEPING.
#same
Emmeline, Lily, Alice
❝Well, THIS ones rude !! Very very rude!! Even though I can answer it easily, this is GARBAGE.
FUCK: AliceMARRY: LilyKILL: Emmeline
O n l y because she deserves a break.❞
bagmn:
he’d been up there for hours now, laying back with an arm thrown haphazardly across his eyes, cigarette in his other hand. there was an empty bottle of tequila next to him, and his legs were dangling ( dangerously ) over the edge.
“ you should leave — “ he called out, at the sound of footsteps behind him. “ if you know what’s good for you. ”
They’d planned to meet but when Mary couldn’t find him, she decided that she’d been stood up Ludo ‘Trash’ Bagman and felt almost embarrassed. WANDERING around Hogwarts, finally smoking in her own spot the one of joints she’d brought for him -- she’d found him.
❝I see you’ve started without me, rude, first off,❞ Mary went to sit next to him, dangling her own legs over the edge.
Even if their arrangement lacked a certain self respect on her own part, Ludo never treated her blatantly mean or rather, threatening. At least not UNPROVOKED by her own prickly manner their sixth year, but that was normal shit. This wasn’t. Not with a full bottle of tequila besides him.
❝You seem like you need company right now, CONVENIENT seeing as we were supposed to meet -- -- but we don’t have to talk. I can just share this joint I have with you.❞
“Amos,” Mary frowned as she finally got into the Hufflepuff dorms, smelling of vinegar and all around reek. “Please tell me there’s a way to get all this out?? I mean, I know there’s a charm but my brain is too ... ON VINEGAR to think.” @ofamos
phoenix 99
They’d been silent for a while before she rested her head on his shoulder, scrunching her body towards his. There was a joint in her hand that she passed to Sirius, closing her eyes for a moment, before she broke the silence. ❝Marlene’s brother DIED. He was murdered. I dunno what to say to her right now. Is it bad that all I want to do is find mine?? Make sure he’s okay?? I can’t stop thinking about him.❞ @ofxpxds
lupyns:
he watched her carefully, the boy scrutinizing her without seeming suspicious. it was a gift, really — the effortless nonchalance that consistently graced his features. but as easily as he could appear indifferent, he could break down. things were known to get overwhelming at times and he had a habit of feeling everything — and what he hated so damn much was that she had no idea.
but she liked to think she did. mary macdonald knew ALL the fucking things.
why he used to like her, he’d never know.
he could sense her hesitance as she moved about his room. the girl with an extensive vocabulary had been short a few words here and there; at least, she was before referencing the album currently echoing around them. and while he normally wouldn’t consider the lionless the ideal person to talk to, it was a trigger topic that would eventually be the cause of his rants and excited chatter.
“ it’s fleetwood mac … amazing, right? ”
he cleared his throat and took a stand, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked slowly toward the record player, somewhat matching her discomfort. “ i’ve sort of been shoving it down everyone’s throat. i figured the possible asphyxiation would be worth it, so … ” this was strange, especially since the last time they talked, she practically lunged at him with a medieval verbal assault.
“ s’my favorite thing right now. ”
It was times like now when Mary felt like this, them talking simply, was nice. If Mary believed that a friendship between two people -- especially her and Remus -- was real, she’d expect to see the messy parts. There WASN’T a time she could easily recall where she’d seen his messy and that’s when she forced herself to push away the peace and to instead delve into what she wanted to say. Before the frustration got her first.
❝Um,❞ she started, and the usually confident Mary’s demeanor started to fade. This was scary to address simply because it was easier to be herself -- much more candid, less controlled -- than this. But for Remus’ sake, for the sake of what she wanted to talk about, she couldn’t be all herself.
( That’s what annoyed her most this time, and he’d not even said anything close to annoying. Mary wondered if her proposition of peace would be futile. She knew she’d better try anyways. )
❝For the sake of our FRIENDS, I think we should, I dunno, be more friendly,❞ Mary took a deep breath, realizing she needed to correct herself a little. ❝Meaning, I need to be less conspiracy theory on you and more ... minding ... my own ... business because, I don’t think our friends like it. James and Sirius are two of my best friends. Best friends. Lily’s my girl. My sister. Peter’s a mate. I can go on,❞ but she didn’t, ❝just because I don’t ... I dunno, just because I’m not very .... -- ❞ she looked down, the words jumbled & frustratingly incoherent. THIS was why she didn’t dull herself down. Mary didn’t know how to be less.
❝I’m going to be nice to you for the sake of our friends ‘cause graduation’s soon and it’s the last thing they should be worrying about. Us.❞
“Be nice to the cauldron and the cauldron will be nice back.”
A Mary Macdonald and Emmeline Vance Moodboard
@mucdonald
Send my muse three names, and they'll have to choose who to "Marry","Fuck"or "Kill".
antlcrs:
“Maybe we are, maybe not. A mystery for the ages,” he retorted with ease, eyebrows waggling mockingly. “When I’m dead? I think you mean if I die.” Lips curled up into a grin as he shifted slightly to better address her. “But — if I were to face a TRAGIC early death, my fortune would obviously go to James Fleamont Potter II, my illegitimate child. I always have a plan, Macdonald!”
❝The fact that you never say no is always what gets me going, you never deny it, it’s just, something else,❞ she rolled her eyes at him acting as if he was immortal. Typical James Potter antics, typical ego that couldn’t be deflated if you shot a bazooka at it. ❝Y’know what makes me know that’s not the name of your illegitimate child. The fact that one of your boys name’s not in it. It’s probably James Fleamont SIRIUS Potter.❞