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I'M A TARDIS
I object!
My muse is getting married. Your muse is at the wedding. Send me “I object!” for my muse’s reaction.
It was almost over. The wedding, the hall full of people watching as if there were royals in front of them. Salazar was marrying specifically for moral reproduction, while this woman was marrying for status. Of all the times he’d been married, Salazar had never actually married someone because he loved them. There was always a more superficial reason.
He remembered how crushed Roxanne had been when he told her he was getting married. How upset she’d been. Angry at first, and then she slipped into her usual pattern of sadness and self-loathing. It broke his heart. It really had. He’d even second guessed himself.
He hadn’t invited her to the wedding. She wouldn’t have come. She would have told him he was a selfish bastard for even thinking to invite her. So when he heard her voice, when he turned to see her face, his knees were weak.
She’d come for him? Merlin.
"Roxanne," He started, face muscles fighting against the grin that inevitably won out for the situation. "Are you mad?”
And part of Salazar that may have enjoyed this little moment was gone. Who did she think she was, prancing in here and talking to him like that? Joking around that way when they were alone was one thing, comical even. But to get in front of all these people who respect him and near-worship him and make a fool out of him? She was getting to big-headed.
"Do not walk away from me," Salazar raised a hand, doors slamming shut before her. The attendees gasped, but Salazar did not care. "Allow me to put a stop to this nonsense, before you get yourself in any more over your head."
He stepped off the altar, walking toward her with a purpose. He wouldn’t kill her. He would draw a line, somewhat, but he wasn’t going to let her embarrass him like this. His fury was blinding anything he’d ever felt for her.
Had she even ever gotten him mad before?
Her wink only annoyed him, though he was sure that wasn’t the purpose. “Just who do you think you are? It is a crime for someone like you to be walking freely. It is a crime for you to be in this hall, at my wedding, making a disturbance. The only thing saving you from my complete wrath is my acquaintance with your father.”
His eyes were dark, and there wasn’t a hint of the man she’d known there. Of course, he was there, deep down, but the heat of the moment was overtaking that. And he wasn’t about to let her make him look like even more of an idiot. “Now apologize to these people, and leave. Or I will punish you.”
"I'll walk away all I like," she pointed out. "I am no one's prisoner and, as I told you, I have better places to be," she was mocking him now, as if she were too good to be here with this people, and she felt that way truly. Not by status, she was far below them in that aspect, but as people, she felt most of them did not deserve her respect, especially if she was not ever going to get theirs. She would always be the pathetic Weasley girl who was too poorly and trusting, but their was a bitterness building inside of her, a fire that just kept burning. "I'm fine bein' in over my head. Don't you remember, I'm rather fond of drowning," she nodded with a smirk; this expression was not the same as before, all the humor and hope gone from her eyes, replaced by anger.
"Someone like me? What does that even me? Now I'm not good enough? Fine, let me out then. If I'm not good enough for the likes of you, then I wouldn't want to torture you anymore by havin' to look at me, so let me out."
"If my da' is indeed an acquaintance of yours, than he is very unlucky, because you befriend people out of aesthetics and convenience, not compassion or loyalty, so take your wrath out on me, because you can buy new friends if you lose him," she grumbled.
"I'll apologize to her, but not these people. I am sorry you fell for a man without a heart, and if you did not fall, then I am sorry for both of you, years without love, and a family you never wanted, that is a punishment I would not wish on anyone, so I am sorry for you. I pity the both of you, because you could have anything you want, and you chose this, but I'm not sorry for disrupting your wedding, for trying to get through to you people.Go ahead and punish me Salazar, you've already put me through hell, this should be a cake walk."
i don't like being alone and feeling this shitty
if you're a failure and you know it clap your hands
if you're a burden on your family and you know it clap your hands
if you're a disappointment to everyone and you know it clap your hands
if you ruin everything, and you know it and you really want to show it, if you ruin everything and you know it, clap your hands!
my hands are sore from the amount of clapping i have to do
Mun in one of her new sweaters :D
Sweater weather motherfuckers!
I’m so damn punk rock, right?
I object!
My muse is getting married. Your muse is at the wedding. Send me “I object!” for my muse’s reaction.
It was almost over. The wedding, the hall full of people watching as if there were royals in front of them. Salazar was marrying specifically for moral reproduction, while this woman was marrying for status. Of all the times he’d been married, Salazar had never actually married someone because he loved them. There was always a more superficial reason.
He remembered how crushed Roxanne had been when he told her he was getting married. How upset she’d been. Angry at first, and then she slipped into her usual pattern of sadness and self-loathing. It broke his heart. It really had. He’d even second guessed himself.
He hadn’t invited her to the wedding. She wouldn’t have come. She would have told him he was a selfish bastard for even thinking to invite her. So when he heard her voice, when he turned to see her face, his knees were weak.
She’d come for him? Merlin.
"Roxanne," He started, face muscles fighting against the grin that inevitably won out for the situation. "Are you mad?”
Salazar Slytherin was blushing.
"Watch your mouth," He warned, feeling eyes glaring all around, including the bride’s. He could practically feel her eyes boring into the back of his head. Not that he’d offer any truthful explanation.
He was both livid and excited and nervous all at the same time. There were too many emotions going on at once for him. “Why don’t you sit down, and we can talk after the ceremony? Whatever crush you may have formed on me over the school year, Miss Weasley, you’ve taken a bit too far.”
He didn’t mean that at all. But he wanted everyone to think he did.
She smirked when she saw his rosie cheeks; it was rare that he was the one blushing, and she was rather proud that she'd done that to him.
"Why? Is it a crime now to swear? I don't think that would land me in Azkaban love," she nodded; alright, now she was just being cheeky.
"Darlin', I'm not gonna sit down and watch y'marry 'er, I'm just 'ere t'say you're forgiven," she nodded honestly. "And, if she's who y'choose, fine. Just...y'know where to find me when she's not enough," she nodded with a shy smile, realizing what she'd have to do.
"You're right, I've taken my little crush too far, I'll find a nice boy my age and leave you and you're lovely wife to start a little family, my apologies, to both of you," she nodded, wondering if Salazar was jealous at the thought of her finding someone new. She sent a wink his way when no one was paying her any attention, waiting for Salazar's reaction to the whole thing. She turned, headed for the door.
If you don't love Dermot O'Leary, something is seriously wrong.
"A-are you still mad?" Rox questioned shyly."I didn't mean t'upset ya. I di'n't mean any of it...i-it was an acciden', please dun' be mad," she frowned.
[ OWL ] hey baby girl! Can't wait to see you when you come home for Christmas! Your mum and I miss you and Freddie very much. Love, your dad.
Daddy! I can’t wait for Christmas, I hope Grandma Molly makes me another sweater! Freddie laughs every time I say that, apparently I’m the only one who appreciates them, their loss really. I know you said last time that there was no way I could come home sooner but…are you sure? Hogwarts just isn’t what it used to be…I miss home. I love you daddy, please write more. Also, I think with written permission, I can start coming to the shop when I don’t have classes to go to. You have a very persuasive little girl.
Lots of hugs and kisses,
your little fox.
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"You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?"
"It’s Christmas Salazar, don’t be such a Scrooge," Rox, he might not even know what it means to be a Scrooge.
"Nice sweater..." Dominique said and smirked.
"I happen to really like this sweater, thank you," Rox pouted.
"My Parents don’t know."
"What don’t they know? Y’know I’m no good at keepin’ secrets."
I object!
My muse is getting married. Your muse is at the wedding. Send me “I object!” for my muse’s reaction.
It was almost over. The wedding, the hall full of people watching as if there were royals in front of them. Salazar was marrying specifically for moral reproduction, while this woman was marrying for status. Of all the times he’d been married, Salazar had never actually married someone because he loved them. There was always a more superficial reason.
He remembered how crushed Roxanne had been when he told her he was getting married. How upset she’d been. Angry at first, and then she slipped into her usual pattern of sadness and self-loathing. It broke his heart. It really had. He’d even second guessed himself.
He hadn’t invited her to the wedding. She wouldn’t have come. She would have told him he was a selfish bastard for even thinking to invite her. So when he heard her voice, when he turned to see her face, his knees were weak.
She’d come for him? Merlin.
"Roxanne," He started, face muscles fighting against the grin that inevitably won out for the situation. "Are you mad?”
Rox had sat with this for awhile, hurt bubbling inside her. She loved him, goddamn did she love him, and she hated him for making her feel that way just to fuck her over. But, then she thought about it. She thought about Salazar and how he'd always cared about her. She knew that man through and through, and she knew that no matter how much he cared for her, they would never be married, and she also knew he didn't love that woman. Once she figured that out, she couldn't rightly ignore it.
"Probably," she grinned, turning to the bride, who was glaring daggers. She rolled her eyes before turning back to Salazar. "But you always seemed to love it when I got spontaneous so, I just figured, fuck it y'know," she shrugged.
"It was Freddie's idea, he loves to crash a good party, but I figured, why not start early?" Rox said with a smirk, licking her lips. God knows how she'd built up this confidence, probably months of bitterness and drinking her feelings. Funny, it was his alcohol she kept stealing too.
My muse is getting married. Your muse is at the wedding. Send me "I object!" for my muse's reaction.
BBY I GOT NEW CLOTHES
I got a new hat and it makes me soooo happy
and a Marvel comics sweatshirt and matching marvel comics tights
and my legs look good in them
like I don't usually compliment myself, but my legs are fucking magnificent
so yeah, I might take a picture of myself in it, because I'm wearing them to sleep, and then just wearing them again tomorrow because they're my favorite
so yeah...there's that
AND I GOT A BUNCH OF CANDY BECAUSE I WENT TO THE CANDY STORE
I'm a toddler
it's good you think I'm 'dorable