i don’t do this a lot but im six followers away from my next hundred and that’s hella exciting for me!!!
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i don’t do this a lot but im six followers away from my next hundred and that’s hella exciting for me!!!
rovharper is now tylerhoechilns
I'm 3 followers away from 1k???? omg
what’s that??? i’m only 40 followers away from my first 1k after accidentally deleting my blog???
#are you even real
marrish hp au→ Jordan Parrish isn't only the best keeper that Gryffindor's quidditch team has ever seen, but he's also extremely chivalrous, brave, and has a lot of nerve for a muggle born. Lydia Martin knows this. Yet, despite being the brightest witch of her age and a pureblood Slytherin, she seems both irritated and far too intrigued by him. She tries her best to bury her feelings, but that doesn't work out too well when Professor Snape assigns her to tutor a failing Jordan in Potions class so that he doesn't get kicked off the team. And what first starts out as pointless bickering, butting heads, and a lot of scoffing on Lydia's part, soon turns into late night study sessions in the library and deep felt conversations that might just bring up a mutual attraction between the Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Made it out to @pottedstore today to add a little color to my apartment! #ThatsSoPotted
They say we're bad for each other, and maybe we are. Maybe you're whiskey, and I'm an open flame. Maybe I'm venom, and you're a hopeless victim. I say fuck what they think, grab the cash, I'll gas up the car, and let's ride. Just me and you, modern day Bonnie and Clyde, what a fucking fairy tale. Living off what we take, and risking it all, for a cheap thrill. Dirty motel rooms, bloody fingertips, pupils blown wide. They say we're bad for each other baby, so let's show them, how bad we can be.
you’re my sickness, and i’m your cheap disaster || k.a.