#purebloodlongbottom

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( &&. @purebloodlongbottom ) 

                       regret ; was something that filled his heart like water filled the lungs of a dying person who was gasping at their last hope         the second that he laid eyes on his sorrow filled son. he’d spent so much time, attempting recovery, in therapy, trying to become a man who could father a son too old to even need him. now looking for what? forgiveness?? acceptance?? at the back ; far out of view at his own mothers funeral, watching from the back with tears burning his eyes, he forced himself to blink it back as he lowered his head, moving through the few guests who had attended to his son. words, something he’d had quite the trouble with, failed him for all new reasons ; but eventually they come to him                  ‘ neville?? ‘.

[lightrfluid-archive-blog]

☾ = being found shirtless .

“You’re never going to get that.” Seamus wasn’t as surprised as he might have been years before. Most had gone numb over the lack of clothes after the first few months back at Hogwarts. Who cared who saw you in your ratty old pants when there was a tender bruise to get seen to or a jagged fleshy line.

Not everything could be healed just right--they didn’t have the knowledge or the materials sometimes. But if nothing else they could try or put a patch on it. “Go on, put your wand down. I’ll try or slap a bandaid on your boo-boo.”

A bit sharp, intentionally needling--because if Seamus didn’t make light of everything he thought he might just start shouting and never stop.

[teaspoonofginger]

☂ for a kiss in the rain. *hides*

Ron wasn’t entirely sure about the whole ‘Gryffindor Boys’ trip to Portugal, really. It seemed like an idea that was sure to end with all of them in trouble with international wizarding laws. 

instead, it’s actually one of the most fun experiences Ron has ever had in his life. They go out clubbing and drink too much. Harry laughs more than Ron has ever seen in his life, and they really do have an incredible time. 

On the fourth night of drunken revelry, they are walking back to their hotel in the pouring rain, and Neville starts rambling some completely shitfaced nonsense that he obviously believes to be incredibly poetic. 

Ron wraps an elbow around Neville’s neck and pulls him in where he kisses him on the top of the head and then releases him. 

“Shut up, you daft, drunken fucker,” he says. “Let’s all go and get something to eat before we turn in, yeah?”

[hissingaspinthegrass]

◕‿◕:what is your guilty pleasure? (ಥ_ಥ):finish this: i hate it when...ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ:what is your favorite animal?

◕‿◕:what is your guilty pleasure? 

I’m really really gay for One Direction. I get a whole bunch of stuff from my boyfriend that he mails me, and it’s everything one direction themed almost aways. (or Peter Pan.)

(ಥ_ಥ):finish this: i hate it when... 

I hate it when I want to go outside but the weather is too terrible.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ:what is your favorite animal? 

I really like Giraffes. Giraffes and Monkies.

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@purebloodlongbottom ;; starter call

❝ neville! harry told me about your ​job. congratulations, dear. ❞