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slurred words for iris pls :)

feelings are weird, dude. like what even are they, and how do they begin? if i know anything, i know that i’m not someone who’s in touch with my feelings. but iris parkinson, though - that’s a good question. iris is beautiful and sweet and fun to be around and a lovely person in a world filled with people who should be more like her. i mean, it’s fucking terrifying know that the girl i’ve been sleeping with for a while now is working pretty closely with my father. i swear, i hope my name never comes up in conversation, because i definitely don’t want either of them talking about me to the other person. some shit’s gotta stay private, and those are two people who should not share. and it’s - i don’t know. i guess if i had to say, iris is important to me. more important than i expected her to be. i care about her, and more than just whether or not we both got off while fucking. i care about her feelings and if she’s happy and if i’m the one making her happy. it’s like - sometimes i feel like i should stop fooling around with other girls because i just want to focus on her and only her. which is crazy, because who even does that? i love girls, and i love being around them, and i love looking at them, and i love sleeping with them. seriously anyone who’s not thinking about girls every minute, what are you doing with your life? merlin, it must be depressing. but i don’t do it since whatever’s between me and her nothing serious? and maybe i’ve just imagined the whole thing being more than what it truly is? iris is a good person. a better person than me, really. and maybe that’s why i don’t wanna talk about all this other stuff with her. because if she really figured out what she had, whatever this is between us… it’d be over.

#lucvweasley #( iris tag. tbd. )#( ask meme. answered. )

roryglimore

fortheaskbox:

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

#( ask meme. )#alcohol tw

purplehalsey

#( musings; feat. iris. )

joshhcrtnett

#this is a serious.... amira look #( visage. )

irisparkinscn‌:

who: amira shacklebolt ( @shcklebolts ) where: the leaky cauldron. when: friday, august 11th, 2023. 17:59.

iris had a plan. she had a plan, and she had not planned on it going so wrong.

she had finished her internship early that day, for which she was very thankful. it wasn’t that she disliked the internship, really, it was just that she had expected more. she had hoped she’d get to attend important meetings with important people and make an impression on them, but so far, she’d spent most of her time in a cubicle. which, like, okay. that was what most people did, and iris couldn’t really complain. but it wasn’t nearly glamorous enough for the brunette, and she was starting to look forward to the end of it all. therefore, she had decided to treat herself to something a little special that day. with the money her mother had leant her, she bought herself a new handbag — a cheap one, but a cute one nonetheless — in muggle london. then, she decided to head to the leaky cauldron for some butterbeer before she’d head over to quality quidditch supplies.

problem was, she didn’t expect to run into amira shacklebolt. not literally, of course. the other was a few tables away, but iris knew it’d be rude not to go over and say ‘hi’ at the very least. this thing between them was meant to be simple, and iris should at least pretend that it was still the case for her. still, she hadn’t expected to be caught in this situation. having to interact outside of the… fun they usually had. she had to try, though, and so, she walked over to amira’s table, and forced herself to grin and plopped herself down in a chair, hoping she’d look at least half as confident as usual. “you know, i heard some places don’t even put butter in their butterbeers.”

there was only so much of the ministry that amira could handle at once, and she already received her fair share of it while in her own home. so if she skipped out a little early today, feigning a headache - there wasn’t anything wrong with that in her eyes. she needed some fresh air and anything else to occupy her time with.

she’d wandered for a while through diagon alley, perusing the shops before settling on heading over to the leaky cauldron, getting a table at one of the edges of the room and sitting with her butterbeer. things would’ve been just fine - if, of course, she didn’t immediately notice iris as she had walked in the door. coughing slightly on her drink but trying to not attract too much attention to herself, she swore under her breath. it wasn’t that she didn’t want to see the other girl - quite the opposite, actually. but things were supposed to be simple and easy between the two of them, and somewhere along the way it had felt like anything but simple. amira ducked her head down, knowing she probably looked like a fool to anyone else was around, but hoping she could avoid whatever uncomfortable interaction might come next.

she glanced over to the doorway, wondering if it was possible to make a quick exit - how many steps it’d take, and if she could go unseen. right as she looked over, though, she caught eyes with iris, and could only offer a small smile as a weak response. these were the sort of interactions she was never prepared for, and as iris came over to the table, amira still wasn’t even sure what was happening. “oh, hi,” she greeted shortly as iris came over to the table, before glancing down at her own half-drank butterbeer. “i can’t imagine how that must taste. sounds like they’ve just never had the good stuff,” she adds, before realizing she needs to add to the conversation as well or it’s just going to become more unbearable. “so,” she starts slowly, taking a sip from her drink to try and draw time out in order to think of a conversation topic. “how’s your summer been?” she settles on, already cringing from how dumb it must sound.

#( convo. iris. )#( date. august 11th. )#( location. the leaky cauldron. )

mcgnifiques‌:

this summer has turned out to be everything louis had hoped it to be and more. he’d never been so busy in his entire life and he was thriving. the only downside was that he hadn’t made time to buy new clothes ( growth spurts were fantastic until every pair of pants turned into flood pants and every shirt became a crop top ) and, as such, looked like a piece of work in what was left of his father’s nicer clothes. which, given his career path, didn’t leave louis many options.

he hadn’t realized he was intruding on someone’s personal space — he had stopped to look at his reflection in a window, a horrid plaid shirt staring right back at him — until he heard her voice. “oh! sorry. wasn’t staring at you, i swear. i — yeah.” louis pulled out his wand and lit the cigarette for her. not a big fan of them himself, but he wasn’t going to deny someone in need of help. “kinda hoped you’d talk to me less like a coworker and more like a friend, but hey. guess we’re big wigs now, huh?”

amira let out a heavy sigh when she saw louis - it seemed like even now, during summer break of all things, she still couldn’t manage to shake him. still, he was nice enough to give her the light she wanted, and that was more than enough to keep her happy for the next four minutes or so. she made a face, raising her brows at him. “like a co-worker? i didn’t even realize they let you in here. especially looking like - that,” she said, vaguely motioning to the ensemble louis seemed to have pulled together from what amira could only assume was the world’s worst fitting arrangement of clothes.

unable to help herself from chuckling, she smirked. “that jacket looks they could’ve been worn by someone about twice your size.” it was amusing to say the least, but she still pulled out her own wand and cast a quick diminuendo charm, pleased with how the jacket seemed to become smaller and better fitting. “where are you even working here? i’m sure there’s plenty of weasleys around, they could just drop one of you in every department and still have some left over.”

#( convo. louis. )#( date. august 8th. )#( location. the ministry. )

lilibetmoody‌:

Lilibet had spent the morning in the London home, wandering around all by herself. Her brothers were out with their friends, her parents were in the office in the ministry. Another case, just like usual, but something had made Lilibet suspicious weeks ago, something she couldn’t shake. Whispered conversations in the evening by the fire place (when Lilibet was quite old enough to hear the vagaries of her parents’ cases; they shut up quick though whenever she was around). Owls she didn’t recognize coming to the houses in both London and Scotland. An air of tension and mystery that hung around, more so than usual in the Moody household.

She thought about it as she dressed, dark gray with a pop of green, and heels that were nothing short of impractical. After she was ready, she realized that she was still too early for her internship appointment and braided her hair to stave off the boredom.

She thought about it as she marched up to the ministry, her smooth expression conveying more that she had her own career inside the walls, and less that she was only an intern. And when she spotted Amira, who didn’t recognize her and was in a right foul mood, she grinned and raised her wand. Wordlessly, she cast an incendio charm, delicate enough to spark the cigarette.

“You know, if you hate the internship that much, you could just quit.”

There were few people at this point that she would’ve been happy to see - and even now as she was faced with her friend, happy might not have even been the best word for it. Nothing of Lilibet’s doing, of course - but more along the lines of a deep frustration in her veins, something that only the Ministry of Magic seemed to ignite.

Still, Amira grinned as Lilibet lit her cigarette, inhaling deeply and slowly exhaling the puffs of smoke through her lips. “Quit? And what, sign my own death wish? I can imagine it now - the talk of the building would be how the Minister’s own daughter quits his internship program. Probably not a good look for me or my father,” she joked with a laugh, before taking another drag from the cigarette. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the internship - it was the best she could manage considering that she hadn’t even wanted to be a part of it in the first place. But the whole atmosphere of being in the Ministry and working for them and knowing that all eyes were on her was something that left her unsettled.

Tapping the ash with the tip of her finger, she looked at Lilibet, before making a face. “What are you up to anyways? I figure that since I hadn’t seen you during the day, you had a day off or something.”

#( convo. lilibet. )#( date. august 8th. )#( location. the ministry. )

ø☎️

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ text; sent ] weasley[ text; sent ] please explain to me the meaning of why people say gingers don’t have souls.[ text; sent ] i overheard it and i?? don’t understand???

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

[ text; sent ] can’t talk but[ text; sent ] think i passed the exam, all thanks to you.[ text; sent ] i owe you one. maybe. we’ll see when i get the grades.

#( ask meme. answered. )#( louis tag. tbd. )#mcgnifiques

✉ and/or ♀ for iris (:

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ text; unsent ] hey[ text; unsent ] feels like i haven’t seen you in a while[ text; unsent ] you’re probably busy or not interested but [ text; unsent ] i read that muggle london is having their annual fashion week soon, and they’re going to have a lot of events and things of that nature. not sure of all of the facts, but my mum gets a bunch of fashion periodicals and i saw some of the advertisements and thought of you and how much you’d like it. i dunno, guess i thought it might be something fun to do. [ text; unsent ] together.

[ text; sent ] wyd

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ text; sent ] iris[ text; sent ] let’s be real with each other. this isn’t going to work. this never was going to work. [ text; sent ] we don’t care about each other, we care about getting off with each other. we could replace each other at any point in time. i’m sure there’s a dozen girls who could fill the spot i have in your life, and do it far better than i can.[ text; sent ] what’s the point of continuing this? we’ll just make each other unhappy at some point so… let’s just cut our losses now. [ text; sent ] agreed?

#( ask meme. answered. )#( iris tag. tbd. )#heh #lucvweasley

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rpmememaker‌:

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

#( ask meme. )

thegunlady

#me when men speak to me

#( musings. )

lyjerria

I love lowkey vulgar girls that curse a little too much. I’m talking about myself

#( musings. )

when: august 8th, early evening where: grounds outside of the ministry who: open to anyone

there’s always an energy that seems to propel her forward whenever she’s making her way out of the building, like momentum that’s been growing as it looks for some sort of release. even as she shoulders her bag and keeps her head down while passing down the main corridor, hopeful to not see anyone who might recognize her, she feels that same push towards the exit.

it’s only once she’s stepped outside that she feels like she can truly breathe again, exhaling twice in the open air before realizing that she’s still standing smack dab in front of the entrance and exit. with a couple steps, she moves further away, eventually moving to lean against the building. this internship is far more than she bargained for - and that’s just in terms of wardrobe, her legs aching from wearing the heels that have been stashed in the back of her closet for years now. with a flurry of muttered swears, she pulls them off and holds them in her hand, the ground warm under the thin fabric of her tights.

with her free hand, she rummages around in her bag, looking for the carton of cigarettes she’s stored in there. pulling one out, she notices the onlooker’s presence, not paying any attention to who it is. “are you gonna give me a hand, or just stare?” she replies shortly, brows furrowed, before holding the cigarette out. “i could use a light. if not, take a picture and move along. it’ll last longer.”