#qceenie

[vicxrofdibley]

@qceenie

     “Yes, you’re quite right - I’m the vicar here.       Geraldine Granger,” she gave the woman       a warm smile before holding out her hand.

[goldstcin-blog]

“I’m tipsy, covered in streamers, surrounded by hung over people, I have Auld Lang Syne stuck in my head, and I don’t know where my wand is. It is New Year’s.”

burn in hell, yesteryear // nye asks !

well, how is tina meant to help you ?? she’s equally oxed ----- if not more so, and she’s keening to get back to her corner of the office party. with a deep and unrefined sigh, she gropes for her own wand, which she’s tucked down the front of her shirt, in the top of her step-in. 

“accio ----- wait.”  at the risk of disarming the entire floor, tina refrains. she’s flushed; warm, and unable to push the smugness from her face as she takes her sister by the arm. if the both of them lean into each other, they can probably apparate safely home.  “ come on. time for some air. before mister abernathy gets his eyes on you, huh ?”

if that doesn’t get queenie motoring, tina doesn’t know what will.

[goldstcin-blog]

qceenie replied to your post: last night’s semi-lucid, sleep-deprived tweets:...

BRING IT OUT

okay so the school itself is in regional tasmania, because everyone is so inbred there that they won’t even notice the Weird Shit going on

it used to be in brunswick, north of melbourne, because even the nonmagical people there are weird as fuck

the school’s logo is the rainbow serpent from the indigenous creation myth

acceptance letters are emailed, because you can’t trust australia post with anything

it’s a sprawling single-storey canvas which takes up about thirty acres, partially on wetlands. it’s home to a thriving bunyip & yowie population

yes, there is a single tasmanian devil, too

Quidditch Before Anything Else

but there’s not just a quidditch tournament... it’s A WEEK-LONG MAGICAL ATHLETICS CARNIVAL, and there are like, 12 events, and it takes place in the summer because WE’RE NOT WUSSES THAT’S WHY

during the months of november and december, school stops at 2pm because it’s Too Damn Hot

the unofficial Main Event is maggot quidditch, which is played blackout drunk, and the quaffle is a weighted goon bag

the teachers know about maggot quidditch. they have a betting pool

pet magpies & cane toads are kept

the Cool Kids sit on the roof and lick their cane toads

each graduating class orchestrates an elaborate and often violent prank on the last day of school to top the year group before them: drop bears being deployed by quidditch teams, wallabies let loose in dorms, transfiguring all the water to vegemite, etc

the school has been teleported three times, burned down twice, and has resulted in hundreds of graduates having their wands snapped by the government before they even got a job lol

BONUS: the australian national quidditch team has been disqualified no less than 5  (f i v e) times for drunk and disorderly conduct

[itsaboutsurviving]

@qceenie continued from [ here ]

Logan has his mouth halfway open to receive the cookie when she darts up to kiss him. He doesn’t quite shut it to accommodate, giving a not-entirely-innocent nibble to her lower lip before she pulls away. Right. -- Christmas.

Not even the kiss could deter his keen nose from the scent of gingerbread, though, and he opens his mouth again readily, revealing sharp canines.

[fantasticbagels]

“Is that blood? Oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

@qceenie

“Ay, it’s just a little blood, what’s it going to do, kill me?” Actually, it was a lot of blood. Don’t make jokes that could be true Jacob. “I’m going to sit down, not ‘cause of the blood, but ‘cause I’m feeling like sitting.”

[warcrownd]

♕ @qceenie

                              america had already proven to be worth it's salt upon the arrival of the shelby family patriarch. not even two days in and he'd amassed a network of business partners who'd be interested in what was to come from shelby company limited and it's american branch. and what BETTER place to begin than new york city itself? clever ears had hinted for a lead------a man thomas had become aware of that dealt in a special sort of arms. thus , brouged feet found their way headed towards a seedier part of town , reminiscent of BIRMINGHAM. keeping his presence CASUAL , the clean-cut devil fished a cigarette out of it's silver resting place and slid it between his lips, lighter flickering to LIFE as it brought it's counterpart to it's use.

                              up ahead , the dealer rounded a corner towards a darker alley and the shelby man picked up his pace ever so slightly. lungs FILLED with calming smoke , embers glowing GOLD as he inhaled , letting the nicotine and tar soothe his surpressed nerves. thomas shelby never often felt fear , but he'd be a damned liar if he said he was never afraid. the pistol against his hip felt ICE COLD , it's presence becoming ever more noticable as he followed the man deeper into the heart of new york city.