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alice !!
if there was one life lesson that alice would eternally cling to, it was this: no matter how grim the situation, the bravest thing you can do is face adversity with a smile. and boy, OH boy - was she used to adversity. hell, even that night. what could be worse than not knowing which pair of sparkly tights to don for the evening. it was brutal, agonizing and quite frankly, the epitome of disaster should she choose poorly. how would she ever face her friends if she didn’t have the prettiest, most ethereal get up on as she inaugurated the new school year ? well, fair - maybe she was dramatic. and yes, she DID really face her fair share of actual troubles. but that evening, her most pressing concern was impressing her school mates and that was worth her focus.
so there she stood, light blue tights in tow (wonderful choice, in her not so humble opinion…) chatting up a storm with remus. or so she thought. turns out he probably hadn’t caught half of her little speech and her incessant questions about his time away from school grounds. it didn’t bother her in the slightest though, her bright smile never wavering, even though her head softly shook from right to left. ❝ i was just asking, how you’ve been? happy to be back or dreading the mountain of homework we’re sure to get this week. ❞
remy !!
“ how have i been ? ” he repeated , playfully shaking his head and blowing air from his lips . he mimicked a man who had just been asked to offer his opinion on philosophical practices . or a man who had just been asked if his partner looked fat in a pair of jeans . he was kidding , of course , the amused glint in his eyes covering the sadness he felt when remembering the summer . in classic remus fashion , he hid his struggles beneath bright smiles and quick quips . “ not as good as i am now . few things are better than enjoying the company of alice fortescue . ” with an arched brow , he took a sip of his drink . “ and listen , as intense as the work may be , this place is home . if i’m being honest , i’m not sure how people ever leave . i’m thinking very strongly about , just .... i don’t know , hiding in a broom closet and haunting the castle . ”
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evan scanned his surroundings , looking not-so-subtly for a familiar face and not just any face no , evan roser was looking for odette doge . the rich pretty boy feared very little , or so he told people , but even he couldn’t deny the relief he felt when his search came up short . he was itching for a fight , but he also knew , deep down , that he would lose if push came to shove . “ god damn it , ” he mumbled under his breath , moving to take a swig of his drink before turning around and practically running into another person . “ god damn it , ” he repeated at a higher volume as he looked at the booze that now trickled down his chin and shirt .
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walking the line between honor student and reckless teenage boy took pure talent . remy liked to remain humble , but even he couldn’t deny how professionally he dominated that line . he danced on it , really . he made that line his bitch . that was how remus lupin , brilliant student and experienced liar , found himself in the middle of one of the first parties of the year . he wore a carefree smile despite the tension in his neck , and he spoke to friends with a practiced ease that took far more energy than he had to offer . his expression said ‘ yay , my favorite way to spend a saturday night ’ , but his true feelings remained ‘ my feet hurt , i’m tired , i’d rather be reading , and i don’t actually like half of these people ’ . “ i’m sorry , ” he replied with a laugh , subtly cupping his right ear before leaning in , “ what was that ? ”
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⋆.ೃ࿔*↝ REMY
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⋆.ೃ࿔*↝ EVAN
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⋆.ೃ࿔*↝ MARLENE
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“Being shit runs in my family. It’s in my blood. Which means I can’t help it.” The End of the F***ing World (S02E03)
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ive been wanting to get into living what do you guys recommend for a beginner
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SUCCESSION ⏤ 3.02, “Mass in Time of War”
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okay i ruined your life but did you not have fun? exactly relax
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rab !!
he was a bit hungover . this was nothing new , really rabastan always seemed to mirror someone who , for lack of a better description , looked like they were slowly dying . and if it wasn’t because of the booze , then it was certainly because of the lack of sleep or whenever he was lucky enough to sport a black eye or busted lip . pinching the bridge of his nose , he didn’t immediately respond to the person who sat directly beside him . not when they first sat , not when they turned to look at him not once , not twice , but three times ( all quick glances , as if he would attack if they were caught staring ) . “ yeeees ? ” he mumbled in indifference .
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sam !!
she was beginning to get a little frustrated ; but still , she remained the picture perfect image of grace . if there was one thing she learned from listening to her father’s many overtly religious spiels , it was how to hide her annoyance behind a smile . “ excuse me ? ” she finally caved , motioning to a nearby student . “ feel free to laugh , but … well , these stairs are slowly driving me insane . any tips ? not to be dramatic , but there is a good chance i might starve . ”
#petrifystart#i know i havent posted her intro yet#but hmu if you want a quick summary#she is a recent transfer
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doc !!
“ far less hairy ? i’d beg to differ . ” his dark eyes flashed impishly , though not dangerously . he was amused if not by the childishness of his initial response , then certainly by the annoyed reaction of the man beside him . “ now see , ” he started before the other could continue , “ if ya knew i was a wolf , then why’d ya ask ? … i’m beginning to think you just wanted a reason to say hi . ”
Regulus hardly considered himself the most mature person, but nonetheless, the childish joke gave him a start. Staring blankly at the man, he then looked him over in disbelief. He’d thought he was talking to a twenty-something, not an eight-year-old.
“Clearly, you didn’t do enough research,” he said dryly. “My mother’s far less hairy and quite a bit more mean. You would’ve been better off going as a venomous spider. Then again, her bite would probably hurt as much as a wolf’s… I give it a three out of ten. Better luck next time.”
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MADELYN CLINE 2021 | ph. Jeremy Moeller, arriving for the Lanvin show at PFW
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