DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!

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DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION TOMORROW!
Next to Normal sentence meme
"Catch me I'm falling."
"He's not here."
"I don't feel like myself. I don't feel anything."
"Who's crazy?"
"Didn't I see this movie?"
"I want out."
"It's just another day."
"Everything's great. Why wouldn't it be great? It's great."
"Some days I think I'm dying."
"The world will feel my power and obey."
"I'm living on a late and a prayer."
"I think the house is spinning."
"I never know what she's saying."
"Mozart was crazy."
"Everything else goes away."
"There's nothing your paranoid parents can say."
"I know you know."
"Why is it you still believe?"
"He's been dead sixteen years."
"Walk with me."
"Make up your mind."
"You come home from these sessions in tears."
"It all seemed to make sense until..."
"Let the truth be reviled."
"Admit what you lost."
"Take what you know and then make it make sense."
"Things aren't as bizarre as they are."
"It's like an odd romance."
"He knows my deepest secrets."
"You're alive."
"I'm your worst fear."
"I am what might be."
"Didn't I cry?"
"What makes you think I'd lose my mind for you?"
"I know what you're about."
"I wish I could fly."
"He's the one you wish would appear."
"I love you as much as I can."
"Take a look at the invisible girl."
I remember crying over you and I donât mean a couple of tears and Iâm blue. Iâm talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.
The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House (via perfect)
"Okay, well, weâre never trying a recipe from Pintrest again."
"We were out of paprika so I used cayenne instead. Theyâre basically the same, right?"
"You said burning water was impossible, so explain why the smoke detectorâs going off."
"I didnât know you could...
"Video games are my relaxation hobby" I whisper to myself through gritted teeth as I replay the same gameplay sequence for the 30th straight time with a deranged and obsessive tenacity towards reaching full completion
Send "Flesh" for my muses reaction to your muse pushing them up against a wall and biting their neck
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Only 5 sleeps until Dragon Age Inquisition.
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"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Would you really say it was that hard?"
The brunet bit his lip, trying to surprises the sound of pleasure that threatened to spill through. Thank Merlin for someone inventing the Room of Requirement.
"YouâŚdo?" He asked, disbelief lacing his words.
"Fine," he murmured, unconsciously tilting his neck to give Draco more room to work. "Iâll make sure they wonât. What aboutâŚthe rumours that will be said? What will people say?"
"Youâll be dating me; youâll probably have to deal with more rumors than I will. My father wonât be happy though," he hummed before moving so he was straddling Peter. "But youâll be dating the golden boyâs nemesis, so itâll be worse off here. My mother will probably talk reason into my father."
Draco pressed a few more kisses to Peterâs neck, trying to ignore the way his stomach churned at the idea of his father knowing. Heâd probably not tell Lord Malfoy until he was absolutely forced to. He just couldnât stand to disappoint, once again.
"I take what I want, Peter, and I want you," he said firmly, sitting back and pressing a firm palm against Peterâs chest. He reveled in the power he felt in just the simple motion.
Peter sighed, his head spinning. He knew that people were already talking about them, about how the Gryffindor was befriending a Malfoy. He could deal with most of them, until they turned to Draco.
A strangled noise left Peter's mouth, his hands moving to clutch Draco's exposed hips.
"I..." He swallowed thickly, his words stuck in his throat. "Okay." Peter sat up, the movement causing Draco to slide into his lap. "But only if you kiss me,"
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Would you really say it was that hard?"
A soft chuckle escaped Peterâs lips, a gesture soon followed by a sharp gasp. He would never admit it, least of all to Draco, but his neck was his most sensitive area of his body. That and his chest. Weakly, he tried to push the Slytherin away, though he ultimately failed.
"MmmâŚIt wouldnât beâŚwith your hair. Well maybe. Red and gold?" He teased, a smile gracing his face.
"SoâŚwhat happens now?"
Draco moved so he was holding himself just above Peter, just barely not touching him. âI want you, to myself. So I suppose we should date,â he hummed, pressing another kiss to his neck.Â
"And if they so much as even consider fucking with my hair, Peter," he mumbled as he mostly concentrated on pressing kisses to Peterâs neck, where he apparently ridiculously sensitive,
The brunet bit his lip, trying to surprises the sound of pleasure that threatened to spill through. Thank Merlin for someone inventing the Room of Requirement.
"You...do?" He asked, disbelief lacing his words.
"Fine," he murmured, unconsciously tilting his neck to give Draco more room to work. "I'll make sure they won't. What about...the rumours that will be said? What will people say?"
argpara:
Send me a ship and Iâll tell you:
who the fuck put the peeps in the microwave
who forgot to put the cat outside before sex
who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit
who breaks the most phones
who dies first
which one I could see as being lactose intollerant
who thinks they can do something really well even though they canât
who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed
who uses the computer most
Send "Midnight Kiss" for My Muse's Reaction to Your's crawling into their bed at Night and Kissing them..
⤠ANGST STARTERS ⤠SEND "What did you do?" AND I'LL GENERATE A NUMBER ⤠OR SEND A NUMBER (WITHOUT PEEKING!)
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"Oh, you were? You mean you didnât just sit around and sip tea all day?"
Peter asked, the sarcasm evident in his voice. Whether he would admit it or not, he really missed Harry. As a kid, they were almost attached to the hip. Once he left, Peter feltâŚlost.
...
Peter chuckled, a bright smile on his lips. It felt like forever since he and Harry were like this; so easy and peaceful. And stubborn.
"You're still stubborn, even after ten years. Come on!" He whined, giving Harry his best puppy dog look. "Please?"
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Would you really say it was that hard?"
Peter hummed again, softer that time. The gentle sensations from Dracoâs hand were calming his nerves almost too well.
"Not unless youâre embarrassed by a Gryffindor a year older than you." He countered, cracking a eye open to glance at the blond. "I hate it that youâre still taller than me."
"Only a little bit embarrassed. Like you said, Iâm still taller than you," Draco said with a cheeky grin, picking up on Peterâs relaxation just from his caress. "You canât let the Weasley twins prank me as initiation bullshit because I swear to god,â he mumbled, scooting up to press his mouth against Peterâs neck, laying kisses all along it. âIf they mess up my hair with some balding potion bullshit, Peter. You know what will happen, Peter.â
Draco had surprisingly gotten close with Peter because they shared one class with no other students in Dracoâs grade. Peter had been kind enough to speak with the well-known arsehat but even with Dracoâs flirting, never gave into his sex offers until last night.
A soft chuckle escaped Peter's lips, a gesture soon followed by a sharp gasp. He would never admit it, least of all to Draco, but his neck was his most sensitive area of his body. That and his chest. Weakly, he tried to push the Slytherin away, though he ultimately failed.
"Mmm...It wouldn't be...with your hair. Well maybe. Red and gold?" He teased, a smile gracing his face.
"So...what happens now?"
My favorite OTP headcanon rn is for Person A to be really annoyed like, âWhatever, suck my dickâ and for Person B to kneel unflinchingly and pull Person Aâs pants down.