#periitpuer

[violalutea-blog]

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❝ Draco, what is this?       Please tell me you didn't---       It's dangerous. You could       be hurt, or worse! Please.        I've lost my father already.                         I can't lose you.  ❞

[miiserably-archive-blog]

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Send me a ✍ and a character and I'll draw the character horribly on MS Paint.

[madeofwildfire]

Below the cut there are 178 of watermarked static icons of  Tom Felton from The Half-BLood Prince for periitpuer. 

These are for their exclusive use only and they are not to be distributed to anyone without the consent of the creator ( madeofwildfire ) and the recipient.

Example, rest are below the cut for all of your comfort:

[enobyravenway]

             Not that she's not supposed to be here (after all, the Sorting              Hat did put her into both Slytherin and Gryffindor) but she's              usually with Vampire and the others in the Gryffindor common              room.  But hey, sometimes, she just really wanted to see Draco,              and sometimes was right now.  But why the fuck was she              expected to remember both passwords?  That was ridiculous.               The door should just recognize her at this point.  Please.                                       Kicking it, she finally got it open, figuring out the password                                     after just swearing at it and speaking a few different things                                     it might be.  Lucky, or just gothic enough to know what the                                     Slytherin password was, always.  "Draco!  Where the hell                                     have you been?!"

[defiantcharmsarchive]

periitpuer

           Lily wondered how long the bench outside of the Quidditch shop   had sat there. The worn grooves in the wood gave a vague answer of  'long  enough', and settling in to one of the grooves, there was some  comfort to know she was not the first person to have ever rested there  out of exhaustion from shopping while others of her group bustled into  the Quidditch supply store. Husband and son and pleaded and then  triumphantly shoved a multitude of bags at her before bounding inside. Now she was juggling them all, setting them down around her without letting them spill into the path of the passing shoppers.                  She had voted for ice cream to end their Harry's first             School Shopping Trip. Of course her boys had preferred             to go for the broomsticks. Only her lovable bums could             choose Quidditch over ice cream.                                    maybe she would get herself a scoop of                             peppermint while they were in the store. Just                             to spite them.  Flattening the bag of Harry's robes neatly in her lap, she bent and pulled free from the Flourish & Blott's bag the new Charms book, wondering what made this edition so very different from her version and why it was worth what they had paid for it. Cracking it open, she  pulled another back closer, making sure there was enough room on  the bench for any other weary shopper. 

[quitelikedyou-blog-blog]

{-- totally not reading the Half Blood Prince again for the ferret boy. Nooooope...}

[quitelikedyou-blog-blog]

{ periitpuer liked nothing but ehhhh }

❝You're in my light, ferret boy.❞

Meg said, glancing over the top of the book she was reading. 

❝And no I'm not about to forget that happened. Ever.❞

[verywellconnected-blog]

periitpuer replied to your post:All righty.  Looks like I’m ready to go!

i demand to be on your relationships page. If I’m not then my fa-you!- will hear about this

Yes, yes, I WILL hear about this.  Because, surprise surprise, you're one of three people that shall be on my relationships page. 

violalutea replied to your post:All righty.  Looks like I’m ready to go!

{I don’t even have a navigation page coded yet. You’re way ahead of me right now}

Pfffft, that's because I wanted to actually have shit DONE before I posted anything.  :P