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okay, this blog is officially an archive !! y’all can find me HERE !!

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okay, this blog is officially an archive !! y’all can find me HERE !!

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okay, this blog is officially an archive !! y’all can find me HERE !!

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okay, this blog is officially an archive !! y’all can find me HERE !!

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thinking about Her

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ok yes i’m officially moving. shouldn’t be a long process and i don’t plant to drop anything!! i’ll work on my tags now and i’ll get the new blog up and running v quickly!!

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chillin but also seconds away from bursting into tears

[midnightvrose]

[black-nata]

me @ my last brain cell

[highschoolhandjobs]

Who hurt you

you want a list or what

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broadway is closed till june now, will not be able to see cc for two months.... i’ve never gone this long without seeing it. send help.

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cinemagraph artist on instagram

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Voldemort: I love you like you're my daughter.

Delphi: Dad, I don't mean to scare you, but I am your daughter.

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ximena.

Ximena’s more of a blue raspberry gal, but she doesn’t know that, “Stranger names have been given.” Alright so it looks like being daring and forward isn’t a family trait. No wonder Delphi’s a Gryffindor–Mena? Only one other person’s called her that…

She tilts her head, “You mean your brother?” Haha, Tom would be pissed if Ximena kissed his sister. An even better revenge for her–Though perhaps it’s mean to use Delphi for such a thing, even if she’s quite pretty for a white girl, “I don’t give a damn what he knows.” Though him knowing this would be hilarious.

     ❛ oh... yeah, yeah, that’s what i meant. ❜ delphi’s not really paying attention. she’s looking into ximena’s eyes. she wants to compare them to something romantic, something that’ll set the mood for the kiss, but all she can think –

     ❛ your eyes are just like a sugar quill after thirty-seven licks, did you know ? ❜ 

and it’ll be sort of awkward to kiss when she’s sitting so awkwardly, so she pauses and turns around, now sort of stradling ximena. thankfully, delphi’s black leather pants are plenty stretchy. she got them for a reason. and delphi’s pretty flexible herself –

     ❛ sugar quills are my absolute favorites... ❜ 

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ximena.

Delphi really speaks like a seer sometimes. Or a time traveler. It’s a damn good thing Ximena doesn’t give a single damn about white people and their problems or else she might be stressed about it. Whatever Delphi is up to is absolutely none of her business.

She twitches her nose, “Isn’t that the name of a pirate ship?” No, that’s Jolly Rodger, Ximena, “Strange name for something to put on your lips.” Delphi, you’re walking on a tightrope.

     ❛ no, silly – why would a pirate ship be named after jolly rancher candies ? it’s watermelon, not to be dramatic or anything, but it’s the best type of jolly rancher... ❜ 

delphi grins and licks her lips. 

     ❛ it tastes real good. just like a real watermelon, but, like, sweeter, you know ? sweet like ME, ‘mena ! oh, you could even taste it, if you wanted... i wouldn’t tell my dad if you did... ❜ 

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ximena.

How very cash money of her (Ximena doesn’t know what cash money is, but Delphi says it a lot).

Ximena giggles at how slowly Delphi lowers herself into sitting on her lap, “I don’t know what half of those things are.” At this point, it’s normal for her to not understand half of the things she says, “But you smell very sweet.” Not really her tastes, but it does make her hungry. “Like you were baking earlier.”

     ❛ you don’t know PUMPKIN CUPCAKE from bath and bodyworks ? oh, wait, bath and bodyworks doesn’t exist yet, right ? hmm. ❜ 

it does in delphi’s time. iphones and ipads exist too. she even brought them back with her, along with her pumpkin cupcake body mist, only to discover that technology like that doesn’t even exist yet. honestly, this world kinda sucks.

but ximena’s not yeeting her, so delphi comfortably settles onto her lap. it’s kind of nice. she leans back, turning her face so that it’s only centimeters from ximena’s.

     ❛ hello, ❜ she says, leaning forward to boop ximena’s nose with her own. ❛ i wasn’t baking – don’t know how to. wanna know what lip gloss i’m wearing ? the jolly rancher kind. it’s a muggle thing, you might know – ❜ 

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ximena.

Hmm…That might piss off Tom, and Ximena’s mad at him right now, so…Yes, this is definitely a good idea. Fuck you, Tom, that’ll teach ya to try and take from Ximena’s plate at dinner. 

“Do you?” Delphi? Using her brain? Sounds fake.

     ❛ i... do ! ❜ 

delphi’s read about consent. yes, she reads, thank you very much. is it un-consent-ious of her if she sits on ximena’s lap without explicitly waiting for a yes ? she’s not sure. she’ll do it slowly, so ximena can yeet her off if she doesn’t want her lap to be sat on.

...but ximena did say that her lap is cold. that’s kind of like asking for someone to sit on her lap, right ?

delphi does so, really, really, really slowly, ‘cause consent is important.

     ❛ i’m wearing PUMPKIN CUPCAKE body mist from bath and bodyworks. can ya smell it ? ❜ 

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dude.

“It’s been a year already, huh?” Gladion mumbled to himself sitting alone at the bar. He stared down at the fire whiskey in the glass watching as the liquid swirled. Closing his eyes he was transported back to another time, where the cries of the battlefield overtook his senses.

There she stood, like a goddess of war a crazed grin on her face, her magic practically overflowing. He could feel it sounding him, threatening to pull him down and rip into him like a riptide- his own magic answering in kind- waling against her like the unforgiving waves of the sea.

Feeling someone brush up against him he lashed out, jumping out of his seat in a flash to grab them pressing them up against the bar wand at the ready pressing into the person’s side. Breathing heavily he stared into their eyes blinking rapidly as the battlefield seemed to bleed away, the roar in his ears dying down as he noticed it wasn’t her.

He choked out, “O-oh” his Adams apples bobbing as he swallowed, the silence of the bar pressed onto his ears. “Sorry I thought-” he shook his head trailing off.

delphi just wanted a fucking drink. she wanted to have a nice butterbeer or two and then she wanted to fuck off into the night. the one or two butterbeers turned into four butterbeers and she was feeling warm and tingly ; a sleepy viper, mellow under obnoxious yellow, dying bar candles. the trek home ( haha, if st. oswald's home for old witches and wizards even counted as a home... ? ) would be arduous at best. she didn't need –

and oh. she blinked for a second, and suddenly, she was pressed up against the bar with a wand at her side. her senses were too dulled to react properly. she didn't even know this dude.

     ❛ uh... you gon' finish that apology, bud ? ❜ she asked, heart thudding in her chest. if delphi were in a mood, perhaps she'd opt to crucio him in retaliation. but she was drunk and tired and, mostly, she was startled. startling her sometimes warranted an unforgivable ; sometimes it sparked curiosity. 

the tip of his wand still dug into her side. perhaps it wouldn't hurt under ordinary circumstances, but delphi'd just gotten another tattoo there. the area was tender. she lowered a finger and pushed the wand off her side, raising an eyebrow.

     ❛ wanna... wanna tell me who you thunk i was ? like, dude, i was just walking past you, i think i barely touched you. ❜