made my new blog  ; )  message me for it  —  if not  ,  it was lovely xx

made my new blog  ; )  message me for it  —  if not  ,  it was lovely xx

made my new blog  ; )  message me for it  —  if not  ,  it was lovely xx

made my new blog  ; )  message me for it  ---  if not  ,  it was lovely xx

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 :     ♡      *   NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

𝚜𝚌   :         @amortenta​ .

                    𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈  𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴   when  it  came  to  this,     but  considering  newfound  confidence  that  comes  from  being  a  pivotal  point  in  the  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚘𝚏  𝚊  𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍,       he  was  getting  better  at  asking  for  things  he  wanted.           so  he’s  sat  at  the  bar,    𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗  𝚘𝚗   as  he  waits  for  date  to  arrive,       nervously  sipping  on  butterbeer. 

               the   world   seemed   to   finally   be   getting   back   to   normal      ---      not   like   the   war   would   bring   about   normalcy      ,      but   for   her   waking   up   in   the   morning   had   become   easier   for   her      .      after   she   had   graduated   she   had   become   a   nurse   at   Saint   Mungos      ,      helping   those   who   still   suffered   from   the   after   effects   of   both   wars      &      had   put   her   social   life   on   hold   for   the   most   part      .      but   of   course   if   there   was   anyone   who   would   be   able   to   pull   her   out   it   would   be      Neville   Longbottom      .      she's   clad   in   something   simple      ,      a   nice   top      &      jeans      ,   blonde   curls   tumbling   over   her   shoulders      &      she   can't   help   but   wonder   if   maybe   she   wasn't   dressed   up   enough      .      lips   press   hard   together   as   she   sees   him   at   the   bar      ,      making   her   way   over      &      presenting   herself   with   a   soft         hey         ,      smiling   at   him   as   a   soft   blush   comes   to   her   cheeks      .      '      sorry   if   i'm   late      ,      i   wasn't   sure   what   to   wear      .      '

          if you aren’t attracted to narcissa black you’re lying  .

@quinncess is my bestie and SISTER and i love her forever . fight me on this !!

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 :     ♡      *  HARLEY QUINN

                  with   the   death   of   theodore   mcklain   there   was   a   lot   of   worry      &      stress   on   the   students   of   Gotham   State   University      ,      a   lot   of   mourning      &      struggling   on   how   to   handle   the   situation      .      he   was   a   straight   A   student      ,      captain   of   the   debate   club      ,      one   of   the   best   players   on   the   lacrosse   team      ---      well   there   wasn't   many   signs   of   depression   or   anything   worse      .      so   with   his   death   there   was   a   lot   of   question   marks      ,      a   lot   of   wondering   how   to   hand   it      &      alexis   was   up   to   the   job      .      her   father   had   been   in   a   mental   hospital   since   she   was   5      ,      having   been   put   in   for      schizophrenia      after   killing   a   man   at   his   job      &      her   mother   so   deep   in   the   hole      &      the   emotional   chasm   of   post   partum   depression      ,      she   clung   onto   everything   she   possibly   could      .             she's   sitting   in   the   psychology   department   office      ,      having   been   told   that   she   would   be   doing   a   meeting   with   one      HARLEEN   QUINZEL      &      how   she   would   be   able   to   help      .      she's   sitting   there      ,      pen   tapping   on   the   notebook   she   brought      ,      lights   flicking      ---      the   atmosphere   of   the   environment   being   that   of   unwelcoming      .      she   saw   a   blonde   enter      ,      eyebrow   raising      ---      the   same   question   she   asked   the   last   six   and   a   half   people   who   walked   in      .      '      are   you   harleen      ?      can   you   give   a   statement   ?   '

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  :  *  Bucky Barnes                  ⸻      ❛   Do  you  want  to  lie  down  ?  I  can  lie  with  you  .  ❜       𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘  :  *  Narcissa Black

               narcissa   drank   a   little   more   than   she   had   intended   to      ,      having   told   herself   three   drinks   ,   that's   enough      .      but   when   a   beautiful   brunette   started   to   flirt   with   Bucky   she   had   found   herself   trying   to   ignore   the   situation   .   he   was   single   anyways   ,   he   was   allowed   to   do   what   he   pleased      .      but   a   couple   drinks   in      ,      shots   on   shots      &      the   room   was   spinning      ,      and   at   this   point   she's   sitting   in   a   corner      ---      or   she   thinks   she's   sitting   a   corner      ,      but   then   she's   being   pulled   aside      .      she   doens't   know   who   it   is   originally      ,      just   finding   herself   leaning   against   them      ,      relishing   in   the   warmth   of   their   form      &      the   pillow   under   her   head      .      the   words   are   familiar   ,   the   alcohol   buzzing   enough   to   distort   them   just   slightly   ,   but   she   knows   who   it   is   .   Bucky   .   Her   Bucky   .   '   lay   down   with   me   ,   please   .   '   she   murmurs   ,   humming   ,   but   running   her   hand   over   the   empty   space   of   the   bed   ,   lips   turned   to   a   frown   ,   obvious   sadness   apparent   .   '   if   you   want   ,   i   mean   .   lay   with   me   ,   hold   me   if   you   want   .   '   

@wyntered

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…  the “ BLACK  WIDOW ”        the  men  who  trained  her threw  the  title  around  like  a  SLUR  but  she  wore  it  like  a MEDAL.

indie  natasha  romanoff / black widow.    headcanon  based.    HEAVILY affiliated  with    @wyntered.    ©

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 .

𝟎𝟏. 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  :  kenz 

𝟎𝟐. 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘  :  march 15

𝟎𝟑. 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍  : pisces

𝟎𝟒. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  :  5′4″

𝟎𝟓. 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒  :  sleeping , eating , visiting haunted locations , traveling , writing , talking to my friendos

𝟎𝟔. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑  : pink & red

𝟎𝟕. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 : Cruel Prince

𝟎8. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 : pasta pasta pasta

𝟎𝟗. 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 :  i was watching kelsey dangerous sims streams 

𝟏𝟎. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : writing got me through a wicked tough time in my life and it kinda became something that helped me and actually kept me going . it’s also an incredibly healthy hobby with the alternative being substance use that was heavy within my fam growing up.

𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  : amortentia is the most powerful love potion 

tagged by  @quinncess  -  my literal roommate and best friend  ,  but she wants to ‘get to know me better’ smh tagging : whoever wants to do this xx

okay i lied . realized how much work a revamp would be and decided against it . i will instead be doing a clean up here xx

I feel so left out. I don’t know why, but I feel as though people don’t actually like me. So I slowly distance myself from people and eventually I have no friends.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  :  *  Oliver Wood                  ⸻      ❛  You  can  hold  my  hand  if  you  want  .  ❜       𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘  :  *  Emmeline Vance

               there   is   sadness   evident   upon   emmeline      ,      the   way   her   eyes   are   red   rimmed      &      cheeks   are   tear   stained      ,      how   her   hands   seem   to   shake   just   slightly   but   they   are   hidden   away   with   the   busying   of   her   hands   with   fidgetting   with   the   sleeves   of   her   cloak      .      how   her   breathing   keeps   hitching      &      the   attempts   to   clear   her   throat      ----      trying   to   hold   back   a   sob   that   is   just   threatening   to   burst   from   her      .      emmeline   was   settled   on   the   side   of   the   hospital   wing   bed      ,      oliver   laying   perfectly   still   on   it      ,      the   rise   and   fall   of   his   chest   the   only   thing   that   had   indicated   that   he   was   breathing      &      even   that   wasn't   enough   for   her   to   fight   off   the   instinctive   anxiety   of   how   this   is   what   he   would   look   like   when   he   passed      .      for   once   she   had   understood   how   those   muggles   romeo   and   juliet   had   felt      ,      how   they   would   rather   go   through   the   burden   of   death   than   to   feel   such   a   strain   on   her   heart      .                      &      ollie   wasn't   even   dead      ,      but   the   sensation   was   unbearable      .          his   voice   was   soft      ,      strained   a   bit      &      she's   looking   over   at   him      ,      immediately   shifting   herself   so   that   she   is   facing   him   and   she's   holding   onto   his   hand   tightly      .      '      ----      ollie      .      '      her   words   are   choked   out   as   she   presses   kisses   to   his   knuckles      &      then   to   his   face      ,      peppering   soft   stamps   of   pink   along   his   cheeks      &      lips      .      '      you   had   me   so   s-scared      .      '      her   voice   cracked      ,      hands   now   shaking   so   terribly   that   she   was   sure   he   would   be   able   to   feel   it   himself      .      '      do   not   do   that   to   me   again      ,      you   hear   me      ?      '      leaning   down   she   pressed   a   kiss   to   his   forehead      ,      eyes   squeezed   shut   as   her   breathing   caught   in   her   throat      .      '      i   do   not   know   how   to   survive   in   this   world   without   you      .      '

@cptainwood​

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  :  *  Hermione Granger                  ⸻      ❛   Oh  ,  come  on  ,  Astoria  !  It's  just  a  charity  dinner  !  ❜       𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘  :  *  Astoria Greengrass

                     just   a   charity   dinner      .      the   way   that   the   female   in   front   of   her   spoke   made   it   seem   as   if   it   was   one   of   the   easiest   tasks   to   accomplish      ,      one   that   she   should   be   able   to   take   on   wand   blazing      ,      no   issues   in   the   world      .      but   to   her   it   would   consist   of   multiple   eyes   on   her      ,      generations   of   witches      &      wizards   gazing   upon   her   as   if   she   didn't   fit   anywhere      .      she   was   a      blood   traitor      to   her   blood   class      ,      a   pureblood   but   even   with   the   proper   raising      &      the   teachings   nothing   wiped   away   the   mark   left   on   her   family   from   a   blood   curse      .      then   with   the   way   she   had   been   raised      ,      the   way   that   she   was   meant   to      shun      those   who   weren't   as   '   pure   '   as   some   of   the   families      ----      she   had   found   herself   caught   in   the   middle   of   a   situation   where   she   wasn't   entirely   sure   where   she   was   able   to   firmly   plant   her   feet      .                '      it's   not   just   a   charity   dinner      ,      granger      .      '      the   brunette   sighs      ,      lips   pressed   into   a   hard   line   as   arms   cross   over   her   chest      .      her   knuckles   are   almost   porcelain   white   as   she   shakes   her   head   no      .      '      of   all   people   I   am   sure   you   can   understand   my   dilemma      .      you   being   two   parts   of   two   different   worlds      .      i   have   been   raised   to   look   down   upon   one   side      &      the   side   that   I   had   been   raised   with   the   morals   of      ---      well   lets   just   say   that   I   am   not   exactly   welcome   with   them   either      .      i   do   not   plan   to   attend   for   I   do   not   want   to   be   stared   at   all   night   by   peoples   judgemental   gazes      .      '

@valormade​

tagged by @thewrongsorts tagging : anyone tbh

alias / name :  benz

birthday :  march 15

zodiac sign :  pisces

height :  5′4″

hobbies :  sleeping . tbh , this is all i have time for lately . but i enjoy anything nerdy .

favorite  color :  red and pink

favorite  book :  Chain of Iron - Cassandra Clare

last  song :  cruel by snakeships ft ZAYN

last  film  /  show :  american dad . it’s the show i put on when i’m working.

recent  reads :  work emails . the worst

story  behind  url :  it’s the love potion from the harry potter series .

fun  fact  about  me :  i am actually going to get surgery this week and will be flying out to florida for it . and then i’ll be taking a bus back  .  big F in the chat for me 

i. this is what divine feels like, your skin beneath my fingertips, and god, i could destroy you, i think, but you wouldn’t let me, you’re the strong one, you keep it all back, you keep my mind from spilling out ii. so this is divinity, this is what i’ve been yearning for, and all it comes down to is taking your hand as we walk down the street and feeling grounded, centered, present, for the first time in years iii. this is what divine tastes like, your lips on my lips, my lips on your hands, on your fingers - is this worship? is this love? is this obsession? don’t tell me until it’s over, i don’t want to know, please iv. divine, divine, divine, you say i’ve been muttering the words in my sleep, don’t you know i’m always dreaming of you? v. i could never think of you as an angel but i’ve never met anyone who’s come so fucking close

idealisation // s.t. (via crimescened)