#rosenymphadora

[jakezabini]

text – @rose

Jake: Can you send me, like, a spreadsheet of which cousins are "in the know"?

Jake: Because I keep seeing them around and things are starting to get complicated.

[jakezabini]

♪ (triangle) (flower)

♪: Open when you can’t sleep

Rose-Text me instead of reading this letter, odds are I’m not asleep either.

How many months until I get to share my bed with you?

-Jake

▲: Open when you need a reminder of all the things I love about you

Rose,I love your freckles, your hair, the way you shiver when I trace my finger up your spine.

I love your heart, your dedication, your loyalty, your infuriating stubbornness.

I love your strength, but I think I might love your vulnerability even more. Because I’m one of the lucky few who knows that Rose Weasley isn’t perfect. But I wouldn’t love you if you were.

I love you more than life, more than anything.

All my love,Jake

✿: Open when we’re fighting (and it’s my fault)

R-

I’m sorry.

-J

[beaucorny]

#

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Rose

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

default tone

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[3:17pm] So we got a shipment of Ogden’s in at the pub and my first thought was of you.[3:20pm] Take that as you will.

send me ”#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses

[littlelional-blog-blog-blog]

albus severus potter + snapchats pt. 2/?

[teddiestlupin-blog]

#

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

just the rose emoji like, 10 times

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

why does everyone hate teddy (ITS HIS LEAST FAVORITE CHRISTMAS SONG AND ROSE KNOWS IT) 

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[sent] bringit the fuck on Weasel ill emet u at the 3 bromsticks[sent] u thin k u can outdrink me i TaUght u how to drink kiddop[sent] My head hurts and I hate you

[dominiquewexsley]

Daisy, Amsonia, Peony

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

“My first real kiss was beginning of third year, so thirteen.”

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

“No fucking chance. I tried becoming vegetarian once and I barely lasted a week, so I highly doubt I’d survive if I were a vegan.”

Peony: What's your favourite hot beverage?

“Coffee. It helps make even the most annoying of people a little more tolerable.”

[prof-m-jacobs-whittingstall]

Daisy, Poinsettia, Tulip

Daisy:How old were you when you had your first kiss?

My mother took one holiday a year to cold- and, at least, it was always cold when we were there) - Northern beaches (such as Abersoch, or Blackpool- although most often smaller, duller ones) and when I was about nine my mum forced me to go out on to the beach with other children (when I was younger, I fought it, but I just went along as time went on and I understood what was going on even though I knew I didn’t like it). Most of the time I would stand awkwardly and try to join in or look like I was joining in and I was either ignored or if they got me talking, teased or dismissed- in retaliation, before the age of eight (which is when I learned there were other viewpoints) I used to tell them they would burn in Hell (long story), which got more laughing.

 Anyway, one year there was only us and another family around, and that year I had an excuse to sit and read because they just had one girl about my age who was sat very close to her parents, and my mother couldn’t be bothered getting me to manufacture the interaction. Eventually, she approached me and she started asking me about my book and I rather bemusedly explained it to her, (I didn’t know why she was interested in me!) and at first you could tell think she thought I was a bit odd, but it developed into a sort of “you’re weird, but I like you” sort of situation and she told me about some things she was interested in and at one point there was a kiss. My mum didn’t see, because if she had of I would definitely have known! I don’t remember much about it except I forgot it was cold and almost rainy for a while.

Poinsettia:Favorite holiday dish?

I didn’t eat well when I was on holiday because of anxiety but I do remember I gained a love for bread and pastries while I was there because that’s all I could eat. I didn’t really like any specific one, as long as it didn’t have fruit in it or whatever. When I got older I ate more regularly, but that was usually because I’d chosen to go.

Tulip:For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Well, it’s the only time of year you can have “Birthday cake” without having to feel weird, so I tend to have the normal sponge cake with icing because there’s no other sponge cake that is the same (whereas other chocolate cakes et c. come in multiple kinds- since they became birthday cakes as opposed to being made to be one). I still get very excited when people share this cake. I find it annoying that people have such exciting cakes when you missed the opportunity for the madiera cake with icing, of which there is only one.

[little--potter]

drink the fatal drop { lily & rose }

          She’d really only stepped outside to go to visit Hagrid but somehow she found herself standing on the porch of the Shrieking Shack, the dingy roof barely keeping the water from leaky through. She hadn't even gotten to Hagrid's is the thing of it, and sneaking past the aurors was ridiculously easy. Making a mental note to inform someone about the lax in security (probably Rose), Lily shrugged on her jacket, not that it would do her much good the way it was storming. The rain didn't seem to be lightening up any time soon. Its not the water she minded (though when one went every where on foot there was plenty of time to get drenched and uncomfortable, but she could simply spell them dry), so much as the thunder. If you say it’s because she’s frightened  she’ll deny it because Lily Luna Potter is not scared of anything thank you very much.

          But it’s because she’s frightened.

          Groaning, the petite red head sat down, wrapping her jacket around herself. Seriously, she did not want to run back to the castle and risk getting her shoes all muddy and wet. Those Louboutins had cost a pretty penny. Another roll of thunder causes the girl to let out a squeak, ducking her head. The sound of footsteps, however, cause her to sit up straight, glaring in their direction. Because oh my god, they literally just showed up at the worst possible moment. The familiar head of similarly red hair confuses her a little, and her glare eases up. "Roe? What're yah doing out here?"