tonks

a lavishness in life makes you want to throw your soul through every door. book canon ootp nymphadora tonks

[mxrcusflint]

2k make me choose edits:

@downworlld asked: andromeda tonks vs narcissa malfoy

[taz-skylar]

it’s hard to keep the rainclouds out when the windows never close 

[marcjacobs]

SoKo at our Marc Jacobs x NYLON #Patchmarc event in LA

[voulair]

Devon Aoki for Vogue Paris September 1999

[tonkadora]

professor sprout is gay

[tonkadora]

ruinaa.

          her laugh is more of a snort than anything else, undignified and something her mother would likely find unattractive, but in the noise of the pub, it doesn’t much matter. grin curving over the rim of her tea cup, she says, very seriously, “it’s all the dragon shit we’ve got to lift. ‘s good for the soul. brings out that glow from within.”

     “ah, yes. dragon dung. its potential as an exfoliator so underrated.”

she reaches out and sizes up jo’s left bicep. 

     “and we need not speak of its value as a work out.”

[tonkadora]

lockcharm.

Lockhart, in all his previous years of living (which are probably much more than you would guess, as he looks remarkably young and handsome for his age), believed in the popular phrase there is no such thing as bad publicity. But, such is not the case. When you formally and publicly reveal yourself–to the entire wizarding world at large–as a fraud and a thief, people tend to feel a little upset and a great deal of anger. Therefore, an addendum: any attention is good attention, unless it comes brandishing protest signs. In this instance, it does; hence Lockhart’s frantic effort to find a hiding spot from the small crowd outside.

He tries to play his haste off cooly, but his disheveled and faintly panicked appearance betrays him.

          “A most common and natural response to be sure. But no need for jealousy, my dear girl! I’ll send you off with an autograph, free of charge, for your mother… If you’ll just hand over this hiding spot to me.”

     tonks backs further into the corner, a strip of light drawn over her eyes where she glances between the gaps in the staircase at the bustling, bumbling, babbling crowd. 

     she looks back at him with a steady, petulant jaw.

     “you’re gonna have to do better than that, lockhart.”

[earhumored-a-blog]

* OPEN. 

❝   you’re  barking  if  you  think  the  falcons  are  gonna  be  doin’  better  than  the  montrose  magpies   at  this  world  cup  .  what  absolute  rubbish  .  their  seeker  looks  like  he’s  one  head  injury  away  from  a  permanent  visit  to  the  psychiatric  ward  at  st.  mungo’s  .   ❞

[tonkadora]

    “oh, fuck off.”

     it takes her a second to shake off her righteous indignation and shoot a look at molly down the end of grimmauld’s long kitchen. luckily, molly’s missed the outburst.

     most of the order will stay for dinner so setting the table is definitely a two person job. a familiar job at that. it’s no surprise to her that they’ve descended, yet again, into this old spat.

      “even weighed down by five healers trying to wrestle him back into bed he’d be a right sight better than angus campbell.”

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@ch.oney

[tonkadora]

ruinaa.

          she doesn’t mind listening, really. she’s been away for longer than she’s meant to be and coming back like this – even with the absolute nightmare looming on their doorstep – and catching up on everything else that might’ve been going on in the time she’s missed is a little more enticing than she’d care to admit aloud.

          “maybe you could sign him up for a club. bridge, or something. or – there’s a nice lady down the way from me who has a book club every month. she keeps trying to get me to go, we ought to send moody instead. they’d probably never know the difference.” 

          – besides, she’s used nearly every excuse in the book to get out of going, and there’s only so many times she can say she’s been away on business and might have to go back at a moment’s notice before it starts to sound like the hollow excuse it is.

          it would be too easy to blame shilah for her coming back, but that would also make it sound as if he’d gone off to romania and dragged her back kicking and screaming. maybe he’d been the one to ask, but she’d been quick to agree, even if it’d come on the heels of promise me you’ll stay out of trouble unless trouble comes to you. (nevermind, too, that she’s never stayed out of trouble in her entire life, and he ought to know that better than anyone.)

          “it’s pretty shit, yeah.” she takes a sip of her coffee, winces at the bitter taste. “should’ve stuck with the dragons, i think.”

     she leans back, scratches the inside of her knee in lieu of something valuable to say about the mess they’re in. the silence only beats for a second.

     “one question. how does everyone who goes and plays around with dragons immediately get fitter? like --- you. weasley.”

     “to be fair, the only examples i have. but, also to be fair --- legitimate evidence.”

[lockcharm-blog]

CELEBRITY IS AS CELEBRITY DOES. REMEMBER THAT. ┊ ❪ ind. gilderoy lockhart! ❫

[tonkadora]

illripyourthroat.

                  johanna looks up at the loud string of noises that comes forth. and there she was perfectly fine and dead set on completely ignoring her surroundings. the clumsy other girl apparently had other plans, and johanna watches as she turns to see if anyone was watching and finding johanna’s eyes. pink hair, pink cheeks, and a slacking lacking expression on her face. johanna can’t help but smirk and shrug from where she sits.

                  ❛     first impressions don’t mean shit. don’t worry. i                   don’t care enough to make fun of you for it, kid.      ❜

pretty certain that was a clear and undeniable invitation to fall into the seat across from her, tonks --- does. 

     “you’re like, twelve. i mean, i know i’m also twelve, but.”

    “kid?”

[tonkadora]

            me halfway through shaving my legs: I don’t              want to do this anymore

                        INDIE BOOK-CANON OOTP/HBP NYMPHADORA TONKS

[newmotel]

devon aoki / loewe fw 99

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[tonkadora]

do you ever just think abt kreacher and get fuckd up.......

[tonkadora]

@moonthropic !

     she reverses physics; sound precedes sight. before you can see her, you can hear her. heavy boots clatter up the winding stairs, a shoulder knocks into a doorway, her ‘fuck’ is hissed and carries through the narrow halls so a house elf looks through a high bannister like it’s a prison bar above her and mutters ‘mudblood filth, bold as brass...’ and other ugly things tonks ignores as she hurries past, banging her bag into portraits, to get to the drawing room on the third floor. 

the room is dark, filmy curtains drawn tight. the cubicles at the ministry are more homely than this, but she still collapses into the low, age-stained chesterfield like it’s a relief. 

     “ugh.”

     her bag slips off her shoulder and onto the floor, her boots have been kicked off without her realising she’s done it. she sheds these heavy stresses away like snake skin. 

    “lupin. i’m wrecked.”