"I was ready." The words come out angry and bewildered and accusing. "I was ready, and you made me afraid to die." She reaches for his free hand. He links their fingers together.
And he raises the flag.

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"I was ready." The words come out angry and bewildered and accusing. "I was ready, and you made me afraid to die." She reaches for his free hand. He links their fingers together.
And he raises the flag.
“You’re a bastard,” she spat, without thinking. “Just like your f a t h e r.”
Draco stiffened. A brief flicker of emotion darkened his eyes: it could have been hurt or rage, or simple surprise. Then it was gone. “Actually,” he said, and his voice was bitter, “I’m a bastard in a way that’s entirely my own.”
She should have been firm. She should have told him to go. It was a bad idea, him being here in her room. What if Lily had a nightmare and came looking for Mummy? What if Harry did hear them? Or worse, what if Ron did? But she was tired, dammit. She was tired of her own family acting like she was the villain. As if she’d broken poor Harry's heart -- which she bloody well hadn’t, thank you very much. Never mind her own heart, which had been ignored in the process. And with Draco... Merlin help her, but he made her feel that spark she'd been missing -- only it wasn't a spark at all. It was an inferno burning hot. She might go down in flames with it, but selfishly, she didn't c a r e. [x]
what I’m currently obsessed with:
I was tagged by my dearest girl Marianne ♥ ♥ ♥
songs: ‘you’ll never know’ by imany, ‘the only thing worth fighting for’ by lera lynn, also I’m in that mood, when I listen to live ‘nirvana’ records and cry cry cry
movies: nothing really comes to mind right now... but the last movie I really enjoyed was ‘the man from u.n.c.l.e.’
tv shows: I’m catching up on new seasons of my ‘old’ shows, so it’s the same list as always, I guess. But I’ve finally downloaded ‘the Sopranos’ - I hope it’s THAT good as people say.
video games: none, if you ask ‘currently’! but I’ll always be ‘bioshock’ trash.
food: ??? idk really, my life is a mess currently, so I don’t even notice what I eat these days, but it’s getting really cold, so hot drinks?
people: touchthedarkness, thelegendends, duskendales, medeasheart and matressofwire
How I spell my name with song titles
tagged by marianne the bae (◕‿◕✿)
apocalypse please by muse
love is blindness by jack white [sorry, bono]
infra-red by placebo
el tango de roxanne by moulin rouge cast
ne me quitte pas by jacques brel
ancora qui by elisa toffoli
tagging touchthedarkness, matressofwire, thelegendends, bradpittza and volchitza!
when you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at least five different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes. check my blog to see what I said about you! <3
i’m late late late and i’m sorry
duskendales
god bless ouat, yeah, i can’t believe i’m saying this either. but ouat means sleeping hook and because of this little perfect ship i met her - amazing, crazy talented, witty and warm-hearted polish princess. and after sleeping hook i was already half in love with her but after that things got wild because suddenly pydia happened and since then i was lost and completely under her spell: fangirling - together, creepy shipping - together, judging others - together, sending random meaningless messages to each other - yes yes yes. even in my darkest hour, when i want to delete my page and leave tumblr for good - i know i would not, because of her, she’s the reason, i’ll always be grateful for being here.
matressofwire
i don’t wanna talk a lot of megan - she hates people, she hates when i’m getting sentimental and call her ‘dear’ or ‘honey’ or ‘my love’, she always laughs at my face and says i embarrass her, then no cute things for you, M. just one not very nice but big: you’re the only one, who has my skype. and you know what it means, that’s all.
AND BEFORE I FORGET - SHE’S ALSO BAHOREL’S WIFE I NEED TO SAY IT, IT’S SUPER IMPORTANT. remmeber, get your hands off of him, ladies.
neddle
WTF how to explain what she means to me? how should i even start? sonya is one of the most important people … wait! not just people, no, one of the most important friends i made here. and when i’m talking about her to my real life friends or family - i call her by name and don’t even think to add ‘my friend from tumblr’, because she’s much more than that to me. so??? she means fucking a lot. she’s hilarious and absolutely perfect and she reads my mind and it scares but also makes me happy. i can be myself with her, i send her smth like lkjhgfdsdfghjkl and she understands, she says she hates scarlett johansson and anne hathaway - i say i hate elle fanning and rooney mara and we stare at each other in silence but after millions of ‘shut up’ we’re all good again. AND THAT’S LOVE, BITCH.
thelegendends
helene. i don’t even remember when was the last time when we talked about fandoms? like ??? yep, we’ve totally discussed something but i don’t even remember what it was, and i’m saying this because when i talk to people on tumblr it’s usually all about fandoms/characters/ships etc but i know helene for so long, we’ve passed this stage and we can talk about … everything? about real life shit - family friends foes, about future, my uni, her job, political situation… everything and it makes our friendship more … real? idk how to put what i wanna say in words, i’m sure she knows what i mean, ask her :) btw! you shouldn’t think we’re talking about boring stuff only, no - WE’RE FANGIRLING OVER MALE GODS FROM INSTAGRAM AND MUSICAL THEATRE ACTORS TOO. also i hate her for making wonderful cheek to cheek photos with james mcavoy!!!!!!!!!
touchthedarkness
diane. my last love. the girl who makes me weep with her writing skills. the girl who destroyed my world last year by persuading me to play ‘bioshock infinite’. the girl who sent me bookerbeth one-shots when i was depressed after ending ‘burial at sea’. the girl who called me when she was on ‘the killers’ concert to give me a chance to hear them in real. the girl who live tweeted me from last year ‘teen wolf’ panel’ on comic con. the girl who supports me when i’m failing badly at trying hard to explain why people shouldn’t shit on russia. the girl who isn’t very big fan of tumblr but since i can’t be on lj anymore, here she is… diane the golden girl <3
10 Books That Stayed With You
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list.
( - tagged by dear zora)
les miserables, victor hugo
a hero of our time, mikhail lermontov
north and south, elizabeth gaskell
to kill a mockingbird, harper lee
the great gatsby, f scott fitzgerald
persuasion, jane austen
the book thief, markus zusak
the godfather, mario puzo
the shopaholic series
fathers and sons, ivan turgenev
(not including life-changing book series like hp, lotr, asoiaf and asoue).
" I know that when you love people, you love them completely - so I suppose there's no point asking you if you love me - because if you did, you'd know it."
"No - oh, God, you have got hold of the wrong end of the stick, haven't you? And it's my own fault. Ginny, I'm the last person who would know. I'm not sure I've ever managed proper love, not in all my life, only passions where they weren't wanted and nothing where they were. It's no one's fault, or no one but my father's perhaps - I've only learned the difference between love and hate this past year... I'm a child and perhaps what you need is someone more ... grown-up..."
"I want you - I only ever did want you."
"I know, it's not fair, is it? To either of us, really."
happy birthday, dear M