I'll only be the best for a tiny bit!

Dashiell Parr, you're favourite Parr of course. Sixth Year, Ravenclaw, 16 years old. You love me and don't worry dear, The Dash has taken notice. Suave, charming, a skilled man on the broom, it's no wonder you're obsessed.

[the-dashlikes]

philomathmilo:

“Stop what? The walking or the reading or the falling or something else entirely?”

Stop fucking being you, it’s fucking annoying.

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

protectedviolet:

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT OUR PARENTS OR YOUR TEAM JACKASS! I CARE ABOUT YOU!” Shit shit shit she felt like crying. Being an angry crier was such bullshit anyway, what breakdown in her system made that a good idea? She didn’t want to arrest him, but she might have to if she didn’t give him anything else to work with. 

“Fucking hell fuck!” Dash yelled angrily. Quickly he moved away from Violet, she always came in at the worst times. Running from her he ran into the castle. She wasn’t a student. She wouldn’t be able to get in would she? Quickly Dash was running through the halls, knocking paintings off walls, knocking over students running, he didn’t want this. Not at all.

[the-dashlikes]

philomathmilo:

“Wait, wh-whoa!”

“Fucking stop.”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

i-will-just-keep-swimming:

Dory hopped back a step when Dash turned around. “Oh, sorry,” she said, gripping onto the strap of her bag a little tighter. She didn’t know why but she suddenly felt a little scared. Even though she didn’t think she had any reason to be afraid of him. “I was just…” She paused, realizing she no longer knew what she’d been doing. Her memory again, doing what it always did. Dory hated when this happened. It was awful. “Well, actually, I don’t remember what I was doing,” she admitted, looking over at Dash apologetically.

“YOU WERE JUST? WELL JUST FUCKING DONT.” Dash yelled at her, bitter but unable to do anything more. He didn’t like to hurt girls. That made him feel guilty and plus that was the shit shitty dogs did to their girl friends aka Adam. “Fuck off.” He said crossing his arms over his chest and returning to pacing and thinking. Someone was trying to fuck with him. Clearly if they sent Dory.

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

mysterytwin-mabel:

Ravenclaw had the pitch before Hufflepuff did.  That was something Mabel knew and took great pleasure in.  Even if they didn’t get a chance to talk, she could at least wave and say hello to Dash on her way to practice.  Since school started, it was rare she really got to see him.  There was detention, yes. And games and practices and work.  But, she was busy that she didn’t really give him her full attention–or any of it.  She’d been too in her own head, even when they were together.  But today, today she had decided that they needed to see each other because they were friends and she wanted to say hi.  She migt not have had a lot of time for her other friends or for her boyfriend, but she wanted to make time for Dash–if only because they were going to be in the same place, anyway.  And besides, he got her.  They understood each other in a way she wasn’t quite sure anyone else would.  Rozalie was so good and perfect and Chip was Chip and Dory was probably a literal angel.  But Dash was bad and so was she–they were a good fit.  Or, so she thought.  She had just thrown her hand up in greeting when Dash started yelling, turning on her before she really had a chance to react.  For a moment, Mabel just spluttered.  She wasn’t entirely sure what to do or say.  Then she just sort of smiled, lowering her hand a little.  “I’m not…?”

“Fucking hell Mabel.” Dash said exhausted lowering his wand happy to see her. She was possibly the only person who thought he was still straight as a stick... More or less. And she was fantastic in the sack. “Mabel what the fuck are you fucking doing can’t you fucking see I’m fucking pissed?” He said simply. She should know by now that he didn’t want to see her when he was pissed, after all, he was afraid he’d hurt her... Or she’d calm him down... Neither were what he wanted. “FUCKING FUCK.” He said kicking the dirt upset. She wasn’t the cause though, and he couldn’t quite figure out how to calm back down. “THIS FUCKING SCHOOL AND THIS FUCKING YEAR AND I AM SO FUCKING DONE.”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

fostermurray:

Foster smiled easily, holding his hands up as Dash turned on him.  Briefly, he was worried that Dash might try something and that he wouldn’t be able to handle him without Jackson.  But, Dash wasn’t anything special.  He wouldn’t be any trouble at all.  “No one’s messing with you, Parr,” he started calmly enough, still holding his hands in plain view of the other.  “Are they?  Because I don’t want anyone on my team to feel threatened.  I can take care of it, if you’re having trouble.  As captain, and all.”  Slowly, he lowered his hands into his pockets, staying in place where he was.  Not too close but not far enough away.  “I’m just…concerned.  I’ve noticed you haven’t been playing as well, recently.  Should I be worried about you?”

The words. ‘as captain and all’ rang in his ears. Fucking hell did this kid think he was? He wasn’t The Dash™ that was for damn sure. So what if he wasn’t fucking captain. This was Dash’s team this had always been his team. “Fucking hell this isn’t you’re fucking team.” He yelled at Foster, nearly losing it then and there. “FUCK FOSTER. YOU DON’T GIVE A SINGLE SHIT ABOUT ME OR THE FUCKING TEAM. YOU ARE THE FUCKING WORST FUCKING CAPTAIN YOU FUCKING FUCK FUCKER FUCK.” Dash tantrumed at him, jumping as he yelled at the boy. Dash felt in the pit of his stomach instantly that he had made the wrong move. This was the captain. Dash was not. No matter how much he wanted to be.

[studious-darling]

Someday We Won’t Remember This || Dash & John

[the-dashlikes]

studious-darling:

He stopped, very clearly hearing his name.  Turning in an attempt to find the voice, he was just siply met by Violet’s little brother.  “Oh, it’s you.”  He made a slight noise, waving off his arrival.  Dash wasn’t the worst person he could have run into–he just wasn’t an ideal person.  John had never really been a fan of him.  But, with his mind feeling as heavily foggy as it did right now, hopefully it wasn’t about to be an encounter that wasn’t tolerable at the least.  “You’re out late.  Isn’t it, ah–you should be in the castle?”

“Yeah and it’s fucking you are you...” Dash looked the man up and down. Fucking hell. He was. He was fucking drunk. “You’re so fucked up man.” He said almost laughing. He hadn’t expected to see this tonight. “You’re right I probably should, but you probably shouldn’t be so fucking fucked up that you can’t walk straight.” He said with a shrug. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere doing some shit or something too?”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

bluesoul-oldsoul:

Mer came out of the faint slowly, mostly conscious of warmth and motion, but she could tell she wasn’t the one moving. Of course there was the usual headache and dragging exhaustion and aching limbs, but that was so normal she didn’t count that as a sensation she needed to be cautious of. So. Warmth and motion that wasn’t hers. Smiling slightly to herself she curled her face into…was that a shoulder? And tightened her fingers slightly to grip onto the person. Yes a person. Slowly, she became aware of the words being said over her and the voice of the person saying them, although she couldn’t be bothered to open her eyes just yet. Maybe she would have energy for that in a moment. “I’m not going to die, don’t be silly. All I am is a little tired. And you wouldn’t mess things up if you learned to control that temper of yours which you are perfectly capable of doing with a little effort.” The words came out a little soft and a little slow, but that was fine. She could speed everything up in a minute.

The head burrowing into his shoulder was a surprise. She must have been really out of it. And though Dash would have gladly taken advantage of the situation if he had thought of it, he was worried about her well being far too much for advances like that. “Fucking hell you little fucking shit, even if you were tired you wouldn’t fucking do that.” Dash began running again all the way to the healers. Dash had been careful not to let her bounce too much in concern it was a concussion or something. “SHE IS FUCKING HURT.” He yelled at a healer who looked puzzled to see him carrying a girl in. Quickly he handed her off to another healer and watched. “Fuck is she dead? Did she fucking die?”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

protectedviolet:

Of course he turned away from her. Every time they started to work together, started to have things go right for them, it fell apart because that’s who the two of them were. “If you break the fucking law - like attacking people or breaking public property - we have to arrest you. That’s our fucking job. Because when you do shit like that, people get scared which is the entire fucking reason I’m here. Somebody. Got. Scared. So fine, fucking fight me or explain shit to me if I don’t ‘get it’ because I’m not leaving you alone.” Maybe it would work out, and he would explain things, and maybe they could go back to being siblings. Or maybe she’d get a good fight out of this. Because sad as it was, she was in the mood for one now since it seemed so unlikely she would get anything else. 

Dash was bitter towards his sister. He hadn’t broken any laws. Not yet at least. She hadn’t even seen the storm he felt coming. “Then fucking arrest me if I’m such a fucking disturbance. Lock me up, throw away the key. Mom and dad will celebrate, the team will lose but they’ll fucking be happy, fuck them. Fuck you. JUST FUCKING DO IT VI. JUST DO IT.”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

rozalierapunzel:

“Tell? Tell about what?” she asked, immediately alarmed and immediately terrified. “Dash you aren’t making any sense…maybe…maybe you just need a cup of tea or something? Do you have a headache?” She was desperate to find some sort of solution to this, she didn’t want to just run away and she didn’t want to loose Dash as a friend over something she didn’t understand…but he was also scaring her.

“You know what!” He said throwing his hands up in the air. “Fuck shit. Fuck!” He said pacing again his hands in fists tight as his sides. “I don’t need any of your fucking tea, I don’t have a headache unless it was from you right now. Fucking stop acting so goody toe shoes shit and fucking admit it. You told the whole school didn’t you? I fucking know you did. It fucking had to be you. FUCK.” He paced faster nearly in tears. “YOU DID THIS.”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

protectedviolet:

Vi stomped toward the castle, grumbling to herself as she went. Someone had sent an urgent owl to Hogsmeade saying that Dash was pacing around and threatening students, and they thought he was going to attack someone soon. Pan had given her one look and handed the letter over, making it clear that she was supposed to deal with her brother and stop it before it became a serious problem. By the time she’d made it all the way to the castle, she’d worked herself into a fine temper, mostly based on annoyance, embarrassment, and her personal brand of egging on. So when she saw him pacing and heard him shouting, her sarcasm flared to life with no trouble. “Wow I’m shocked, a wizard at school having a wand. Crazy as it is, I have one two. But if you’re gonna start shit, maybe I’ll have to fucking mess with you since apparently you want to fight everyone.”

Dash was surprised to hear his sister’s voice. She sounded pissed and by the looks of it that’s exactly what she was. “Why don’t you just fuck off, you don’t fucking get it.” He said pushing her away and turning back around. “I’m going to fucking fight whoever I want, and I’m going to fucking do whatever I want got it?” He said her back to her. He didn’t want to hate her, honestly he didn’t. He just wanted to do his own thing, let him destroy everything himself. Because who fucking cared? But he wasn’t going to let anyone destroy his reputation for him, that was for certain. “I’m going to fuck up who ever I need to fuck up and you and the other aurors can stop trying to fucking arrest me for public disturbances and shit got that? Tell your fucking colleagues too.”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

bluesoul-oldsoul:

“I’m fine, it’s fine,” she flapped her hand at him to try and reassure him, hearing the concern in his voice and knowing that this was entirely her fault. “I just…I’m a little tired. And I should probably eat something. I’ll be…” fine. But the word wouldn’t come out. Instead she felt herself sway again, so she put her hand back on the ground as she breathed deeply. But unlike other times, this time it didn’t work. She felt the darkness edging in, and she felt herself beginning to fall backward before there was nothing.

“Fuck shit no.” He said quickly catching her head before it hit the ground. She seemed fucked, like she had a concussion. Had he caused this? Dash wasn’t sure, but he picked her up and began carrying her to the healers. He had fucked up and somehow this was his fault. He scared her too much by being so angry. The girl who even gave him food. “I’m sorry,” He said bursting into a light jog. “I fuck everything up I didn’t mean to do this to you I’m so sorry, don’t fucking die got it? Don’t do this.” This sent Dash into flashbacks of his sister. Of when his sister stopped eating, and he had seen her faint. When she had told him not to tell anyone, she brushed it off like no big deal and he had believed her while she got terribly thin before trying to take her own life. Dash didn’t want that to happen to Mer. Whatever it was that was happening to her. “Fuck shit fuck.” He said speeding up a bit, before they ended up in at the healers. “Fuck, don’t do this. I fuck shit up, don’t fuck your own shit up. Don’t do that.”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

bluesoul-oldsoul:

As soon as he took a step forward, she straightened up, refusing to be threatened by his height and his swearing. This wasn’t exactly new. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, and if you think I have the energy to be telling anyone anything, you obviously haven’t been paying attention at practice! I - “ she knew she had more to say, no one called her a bitch and got away with it, but before she could, her legs gave out from under her and she crumpled to the ground, trying to breathe as she felt the need to faint approach once again. “Bloody hell,” she whispered, both hands pressed to the ground as if that would stop her from falling any further.

He hadn’t touched her. Her body on the ground staring at his hands. He swore he never touched her. “Meredith?” He said kneeling down instantly slightly concerned he had caused this. After all, he wasn’t in the best state of mind, who knows maybe he did black out and punch her. Punched a girl. Dash felt instantly guilty. What had he done? “Fuck shit, are you okay?” He asked looking her up and down for any redness or bruising. Without any sign, he wasn’t sure if it could be his fault after all. “Fuck.” he said softly.

[studious-darling]

Someday We Won’t Remember This || Dash & John

[the-dashlikes]

studious-darling:

Teaching wasn’t the worst thing going on in John’s life, but sometimes it felt like it.  Honestly, there wasn’t really anything bad going on.  His sister was safe, his brother was mostly fine.  His parents weren’t in his life, but he convinced himself he preferred it that way.  Work wasn’t terrible, people in the school were tolerable.  But John felt like this was fake, somehow.  It all felt very, very wrong and he hated it.  He was miserable–even though he didn’t feel like he had any reason to be so upset.  It was hard to get through each day like this, though he didn’t suppose he really had any choice.  What else was he supposed to do?

Get incredibly, incredibly drunk, apparently.  At least, that was John’s solution today.  He’d graded as much as he could get through before his eyes started to tear and blur, and then went out and drank until he didn’t quite care so much anymore.  The next course of action was going to be continue grading–at the worst, the work would be more tolerable now.  Getting home was proving to be difficult, though.  His room was so far from where he drank, and it was dark–incredibly so.  Was it always this dark?  It felt darker than usual.  An eclipse? No.  What?  John stumbled slightly, clearing his throat loudly as he paused to regain his bearings.  Which way was it?  Left–definitely.  A left.  He turned sharply to the right, taking a confident step forward and only barely keeping his balance.  “Right,” he mumbled to himself as he continued on, not even registering the person addressing him at first. “Right,” he repeated louder.  “Well.”

“Fuck!” Dash said looking around lost. Where was he? How had he gotten so turned around? He had known this place like the back of his hand but now in the dark he didn’t know where he was or where to turn. Earlier he had been so angry, it seemed the whole castle had outted him before he could even out himself. He was striking out with girls left and right, one even had the audacity to ask him to go shopping with her. He wasn’t like that. That wasn’t who he had become. He just happened to like one guy, a single guy, and now Dash feared his parents would catch wind of the rumors. They already were ashamed to be his parents, they already never wanted anything to do with him this was just the tip of the ice berg. So Dash did what he always did when he was mad. He ran. Typically he would fly of course, but he had his legs his broom was too far. He had just kept running that was until he found himself lost, very lost, and in desperate need for some alcohol. “Fuck” He whispered out of breath. 

Dash looked around. Where was he? Suddenly he saw a stumbling figure who was... “John?” He said surprised. When the boy didn’t respond he repeated again. “John?” He had known the boy from when he was at Hogwarts in his house, now he was a teacher and... Was he drunk? Dash ran ahead to catch up with the boy confused. “John, what the fuck?”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

bluesoul-oldsoul:

Mer stumbled slightly as she walked out of Quidditch practice. After that loss, she had been pushing herself harder than ever in practice, but she was running out of energy reserves to pull from. She wasn’t particularly close to many of her other teammates, so if they had said anything about her performance, she hadn’t heard, but she knew. She was the seeker, the game rested on her. And she had blown it. Moving slowly, she stumbled again. She just needed to get to the Great Hall and eat something. Then she could make it through the evening. As she walked, she suddenly heard a familiar voice shouting at her again. Just like always. “Don’t be ridiculous Dash, no one is trying to mess with you! And if you want me to go away than you shouldn’t speak to me in the first place!”

“You were the one trying to sneak up on me you fucking bitch.” He said simply taking a step towards her threateningly. He took little notice to her swaying body. “You are trying to mess with me.” He said simply, pushing her back angrily. “You fucking know don’t you? You fucking know! You fucking know and you are fucking telling people aren’t you? Fuck you! Why the fuck would you do that?”

[the-dashlikes]

Who’s Been Outting Me? // Open

[the-dashlikes]

rozalierapunzel:

Rozalie help up her hands with a gasp, “oh gosh, um…” she said nervously, “I’m not here to mess with you…” she said earnestly, “I mean it, I’m not, I was just on my way to the green houses and thought I would say hi…” she said, taking a step back, “I take it you don’t want the company?” The green houses had been a comforting place lately, “maybe you’d like to come with me to go take care of the plants?” he looked a little out of sorts

He knew her. She had almost been his friend, but he couldn’t trust her. Not really. She was one of the people who had seen him kiss Dipper, his roommate. “No. Why the fuck would I do that?” He said dropping his wand and stepping closer. He preferred fist fights anyway. Suddenly it clicked. She was the one outting him. “Who the fuck did you tell?” He said stepping closer threatening.

[the-dashlikes]

minstrel-of-minstrels:

“I will be the first to admit it–I am an old fart. I do not understand some of this new music. It is a lot of the same note noise sometimes.”

“No shit you’re fucking old,” He glared at him. “You look like you’re fucking ancient.”