#marleymckinnon

[bunheed]

            “ now  i  don’t  want  you  to  freak  out,  babes  —  ”   she’ll  set  the  plate  of  freshly  baked  cinnamon  rolls  packed  with  chocolate  chips  in  front  of  marlene  with  a  nervous  smile.  instead  of  cuddling  up  with  the  other  to  watch  another  episode  (  or  two  or  twenty  ),  dorcas  slides  into  the  couch  opposite  the  one  where  the  blonde  sat.   “  —  but  i’m  ...  a  head  girl  now.  ”  plate  is  pushed  closer  to  marlene.

@marley-mckinnon

[siriusblackhq]

😲

            his  body casually leaned against the stone wall of the corridor, surrounded by the other three marauders as they joked around. he never expected the smack to his arse ( the subtle squeeze added in )      &.      hadn’t fully processed what was happening, even as the others were keeling over, red faced as they laughed.      his  gaze  followed  the  golden  haired  witch  as  she  strolled  further  away.     “     oi,  mckinnon  !!  you  owe  me  dinner  at  least  !!     ”     he  playfully  shoved  peter,  smile  widened  as  he  shakes  his  head.  he  expected  nothing  less  from  the  boldest  gryffindor  of  them  all.  besides,  how  could  he  fault  her  ??  he  did  have  a  nice  arse  after  all. @marley-mckinnon

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

[cherrybomb-witch]

Blackmailing Memories *James & Marley*.

Marly Mac,

Going through some of Mum and Da’s old trunks and came across this.  Look at you… all dressed up… knobby knees and little bows in your hair…

This is one of the nicer ones. Show up with a bottle of your oldest and best scotch or the next one goes to MacDonald…

The Blackmail King

PS

Muhahahaha

-(folly-of-arrogance)

Marley stared at the letter in her hands with desbilief, before studying the photo attatched to it. Indeed, there they were. She and James at one of the many pureblood society parties they so much hated, all dolled up and fancy looking. To say it was embarrasing to see was an understatement. Marlene prayed for the ground to open up beneath her feet and swallow her whole.

The owl beside her screetched insistently, expecting a treat in return for its service. Marlene looked at the bird with a frown.

“I’m not gonna give you anything, your work’s not done” she snapped.

If James wanted to play dirty, well screw him. It wasn’t Marlene who was wearing short pants from 1915, hight stockings and a big fluffy flower in her chest. Grabbing a piece of paper and her quill, she scribled a short message back to her annoying “foster brother”.

Blackmail King,

Sure, you make this photo public and I sink. But if I go down, you go down with me, fancy pants. You think I’m gonna give in to such lame blackmailing? You ain’t worth a sip of my scotch.

The I-will-not-be-bribed Girl.

PS: Look at you, bowing to me like a slave. That’s how it’s meant to be, honey.

Smiling pleasently, Marlene folded the paper and tied it to the owl’s leg. She watched the word take off across the London sky with a very self-satisfied grin.

[cherrybomb-witch]

You can’t trust even your own bottle of scotch this days...

Marley should really quit drinking before going to bed.

[theohutchcrafts]

marry kiss kill: freddie, clara or amelia pond

Marry: Freddie duh.

Kiss: Amy Pond… (not Amelia because that’s the ten-year old version of her and I’m not sure that’s legal)

Kill: Clara, because she’d just come back to life again!

MARRY, KISS, KILL. SEND ME THREE NAMES.

[theohutchcrafts]

marry, ""kiss"" and kill: ben whishaw, matt smith and andrew scott

ur a fucking shit

Marry: Matt Smith because then I could steal DW scripts from our coffee table & sell the secrets for thousands of pounds.

Kiss: Ben Whishaw because if I’ve been using his name as a url for like 2 months the least I can do is not kill him.

Kill: Andrew Scott but up yours.

MARRY, KISS, KILL. SEND ME THREE NAMES.

[shitboy96]

But who is Marley McKinnon

[shitboy96]

IM SORRY YOU CHANGED YOUR URLS I COULDN’T FIND YOU