Apologize? Over My Rich, Hot, Dead Body.

Apologize? Over my rich, hot, dead body.

Draco Malfoy, when asked to apologize (via its-hp-bitch)

this is what you call a full triangle

Just KPop Multifan Things

- When all your favourite groups have comebacks in the same month/week

- Finally being able to recognize all the members of a group and going back to watch all their MVs again so you can appreciate them all properly

- Understanding inside jokes from many different fandoms

- Being unable to understand people who only stan one group like bish h o w there are so many other talented groups how do you stay loyal i'm in awe

- Watching interactions between groups you stan and feeling happy af

- Not knowing what group to use in your username, profile pic or banner

- Meeting other multifans and fangirling over your different groups together

- Stressing over award shows because you can't decide on which group to vote for

- That moment when two of your fandoms are fighting and you're just there like pls stop why are you fighting they're both amazing

- Stanning yet another new group even though you already stan like 50000 others

- Being an unloyal hoe because everyone is so. damn. TALENTED

Saida promoting gay activity lmao

Shrewd Slytherin

We are Slytherin. We are green and silver. We are the crushing of the waves. We are shadows and currents.

We are the calm before a storm and suggestive smirks in class. We are the legends that linger forever. Sometimes our tounges are sharper than our knives. Sometimes our smiles are more cruel than our revenge. Our condolences. We are the heroes that lived too long. We are the Kings and Queens of Kings and Queens. And heavy weighs the crown. We are the moon in the sky and the snow on the ground. We are the ballet dancers that rock. We are the northern lights in the polar night. We are beautiful and sharp and crystal clear.

And breakable.

We embrace our shadows and keep our chin high. And sometimes the dark comes seeping in. Sometimes our own weapons turn against us. Sometimes it’s hard to keep the head clear. To focus. Sometimes our control crumbles. And is taken away. Sometimes it’s impossible to hold on.

Sometimes I realise my mistake. And sometimes I ponder if I am one. And then they are there. Screaming: Yes. Yes, you are… Someone who can’t even do this simple task.

Sometimes I hide from them. In my room. I can hear them scream and yell downstairs. Upstairs. On the other side of the door. And sometimes I am happy that I am so lonely. Because at least I don’t have to listen to them. And sometimes I think: Why bother? At all?

But then there you are: The calm after the storm. The boulder in the stream. My rock. And your voice is soft:

“Want to feel alive?”

And I chuckle. Because you have come to know me so well. And you take my hand and lead me away from them.

And we conquer the world. We hoist our colours and take a gulp of freedom. We are the snake with its cunning and wisdom. We are the sea. A roaring and a calm. And we will write history and prophecies.

Because we want to.

{However, please, don’t push me.}

It’s not my blood, it’s yours.