leavin
on a jet plane
i dont know when ill be back
again


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leavin
on a jet plane
i dont know when ill be back
again
@graveycrds / adora & entrapta
“so from my research the engine of a ship tends to be towards the bottom, along with the anchor.” not that she cared much about the anchor, it was really just a side piece of information that had come along with everything else she looked up. “not that that uh, matter right now. we just got here.” it was a weird dynamic. on one hand entrapta really was happy to be there with adora and glimmer. sure, she didn’t really know them, which definitely made it odd, but how often was it that someone asked for her company? still, she didn’t see why she couldn’t balance that with checking out the makeup of the boat. she’d never bothered to go on a boat before. this could be her only chance in a while. “so we can totally go look for some tiny foods or whatever people do.” there was also dancing she knew that, but that didn’t feel like something entrapta would like doing much, and wasn’t that supposed to be for people with dates? “but just let me know if you spot any stairs.” she said, eyes already flitting around to get a good idea of her surroundings.
emma had been living in her own part of the city, one where she only had to hear about the order being here but had yet to run into any of them. if she could have existed without dealing with them in any context other than a duel she would be very happy. but, seeing james potter, knowing the outcome of the war, emma couldn’t stop herself as she easily pulled her wand into her hand. a sharp pop rung in the air as she apparated the few short steps to move in front of him. her wand pointed easily at his neck. “potter.” she nearly spat, eyes like daggers at the other, the one who’s son destroyed the dark lord. a pureblood who ruined his chance at greatness. it made her sick.
( @graveycrds for james potter )
Moss growing from a crypt I visited today + a bee I saw
closed thread; esme & allison.
she would never forget the face, even if the rest of those moments were clouded around the edges in the red haze of thirst. whatever had happened all those months ago, when she’d lost control over herself and her self-control, it was a bitter reminder of why she could never let herself fall to those temptations of human blood - making mistakes and losing herself in the fog. “allison,” she said quietly, noticing the young girl and feeling instantly sick at the realization of how young she was. esme closed her eyes for a moment, guilt washing over her as she thought about what she’d stolen. “i-” was all she could manage, before shaking her head slightly. “i wish i could take it back. i am so sorry.” / @graveycrds
can i reserve the dragon fucker named donkey pls?
how could we say no to a request like that? donkey is reserved for kaits until 3/11 at 8:56pm est!
harry couldn’t have ever thought that it would be possible for him to see his father alive. it wasn’t something that should have even been possible. and it’s exactly why he can’t help the feeling of shock as he spotted the familiar image of his father standing just down the street from him. having seen him in photographs only, but it was still more than enough for him to know that he wasn’t mistaken. “james potter?” / @graveycrds ( james )
@graveycrds ( teddy )
victoire sat at the bar, her eyes set on a male that had caught her attention earlier that night. she could tell he was eyeing her as well or at least that’s what she wanted to think. upon ordering another beer the blonde decided to waste no more time and decided to take the initiative. getting up she approached his table and without asking for permission she sat across from him, a smirk forming across her lips. “i saw you looking my way.” she spoke, her british accent quite obvious, then took a sip of her glass. “thought i’d come introduce myself.” she added. “the name’s victoire.”