#badgerdom

[fieryxrose-blog]

[PM] Yaxley told me that you know. Why haven't you told anybody?

[PM]: Fidelius Charm. I was stupid, I wasn’t paying attention and I let him put a Fidelius Charm on us.

[lcuisweasley-blog]

[PM] He did it for me. I couldn't hurt him. Loki's been teaching him occlumency for the last few years. Couldn't get through to him. Got the names of two people who are involved. We can start with them. No one else needs to be in on this.

[PM] ... And I don’t suppose you had the heart to immobilise him, and then start cutting apart the membrane between his fingers one by one until he spilled the rest?

[PM] Okay.

[robbaerywrites]

I'M SORRY BUT I HAD TO. Rachel Berry has died (NIYF)

The night was chilly inside of the arena, and Sam hugged his knees to his chest as he sat on watch, making sure that nothing could sneak up on him and Mike as they rested for the night. They had no fire; it would only draw attention to them, and that was the last thing they needed when there was a rescue team on its way to help them.

Sam's torture had been painful; he'd been taking a frustratingly long time to recuperate, which meant that the option to go searching for Rachel and the others wasn't really a feasible one. Instead, he just had to sit inside of this cavern, sheltering himself from blood rain and hoping he'd feel strong enough to move soon.

Being weak in the arena got you killed, and Sam had promised to make it home to his family. By a stroke of luck, Mike had found him and spared his life, but Sam couldn't count on that luck for long. It was already hoping for too much to think that all of his allies would make it here, to the twelfth section of this clock, without one of their number falling.

He just prayed that the one who fell wasn't Rachel.

Sam had grown attached to his district partner; there was no other way to describe it. If it had been another time, even another place, he might have found himself falling in love with her, but that wasn't an option when his every thought had to be focused on survival. But every canon today had made his stomach lurch at the thought that he might never get to see her again. All he wanted was a life where they could make it out of the arena, just like Finnick had promised, and maybe actually get a chance to explore whatever it was he thought he might feel for her.

That was part of why he had asked Mike to let him go on watch, though. He had to know. Sam had to make sure that the canons he'd heard all day, signifying a tribute had died, hadn't been her. He gritted his teeth together, watching as faces appeared overheard and praying that it would go straight to District 5 or higher. Praying that it would skip over her, and let her live at least one more day.

Sebastian Smythe's face, and Sam felt a pang of guilt. Sebastian had let him live on the very first day.

Hunter Clarington's. Sam hadn't known him, not really, but he'd been district partners with Quinn, who for some strange reason, Sam actually trusted.

Artie Abrams. How had he even lived this long, with his obvious physical handicap? Sam hoped Tina would be okay without her best friend, but he knew that hope was in vain.

Dark hair, dark eyes, a prominent nose, that smile that was made for the camera. Sam's stomach twisted into knots at the sight, and he blinked, praying he'd imagined it.

The four next to her face, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that one of the fallen tributes was Rachel Berry.

He thought of the last time he'd seen her, their reunion in the ocean. He had to focus on that, because the images threatening to creep up were too gruesome for him to handle.

Mangled face, twisted limbs, blood oozing out onto the ground... Sam leaned over and wretched onto the ground before him. He didn't have time to mourn the chances he'd never get; he didn't have time to dwell on the feelings he'd had for the girl from his home.

All Sam could do was keep moving, and hope that he could win this. For himself. For his family. For her.

"…..HAS DIED." FINISH IT IN MY ASK.

[huntercgryffindor-blog]

HELLO

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[x] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it.

[x] [BUT] You can’t handle my d. 

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[chaserhudson]

HELLO

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[x] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[x] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[gryffinelliott]

HELLO

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[x] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[badgerpierce]

??, ✉

Send “⁇” for a drunk text.

[PM] DOMANIQA PLS HELP ICANTT GET INTO DA comMONRMM N I NEED TO PEEA OR ELSE ILL HAVE TO PEE HRE AND PEVEES WO NT LEAF ME ALON EE [PM] R OU MAD AT ME? ??? I M SO RRY IF U ARE plse do ntt be mad at me i m all fir ed up WHOOM FLAMES o n firewhisy and rlly happy n i want y ouu yes you not me to be th e HAPPIEST badg er bc yure so prtty and don t be mad :(¨(adfkl

Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.

[Unsent] Umh     Dom? I hope you’re not busy eating pizza. I just have a question.. We’re, like, really badgerstastic friends right? I mean, I would let you eat the last piece of my pumpkin pie? But— You’re not mad at me or anything, are you? I don’t know, maybe I’m being a real silly right now, but sometimes when you look at me and you don’t know that I’ve noticed, I get this feeling that you’re trying to hex the awesomeness out of, well, me. I just, I don’t know— At least you’re one of my best friends? I just hope I’m one of yours too. I mean it’s totally okay if I’m not, I don’t want you to feel like you have to be my bestest friend - But it’s just. I love you, Dom? You’re like Stella, except you’re my age and we’re not related via blood. Anyways     I bought Pizza? :  (

[gryffinelliott]

✉

Send “⁇” for a drunk text

[Text] Dom! Dom! 1. I need Firewhiskey I have you to drink with me. Wait. Scratch that, reverse it. 2. FIDO FELL ASLEEP BECAUSE HE'S BORING COME OVER AND HELP ME TORTURE HIM?