emstantinople asked : Hex, 1-20 >B)

haha yes good *pats devious glasses smilie*

01. Full name: Hexibah Abigail Quill
02. Best friend: Rook, Hazel, Snidge and Hari
03. Sexuality: straight as an arrow this one. I even stopped and gave it some thought and yeah, she’s straight haha.
04. Favorite color: she really likes soft yellows and pinks and blues and the like. pastels. 
05. Relationship status: definitely taken
06. Ideal mate: Hari haha
07. Turn-ons: honestly I haven’t ever really thought about this, but I did write once that light but deliberate contact drives her a little bit wild
08. Favorite food: uuuuh idk anything chinese
09. Crushes: Well when she was in school she had a major thing for Rook from 3rd year to 6th and then after that it was work work work until Hari fucked everything up. looool
10. Favorite music: I honestly have no idea
11. Biggest fear: losing the people she loves
12. Biggest fantasy: like, thing she would really love to do but hasn’t and just daydreams about it? Have like 10 pets probably haha
13. Bad habits: she has a fairly shitty temper and doesn’t always keep it in check.
14. Biggest regret: It turned out well enough but the duel with Hari is pretty high on the list.
15. Best kept secrets: being in love with Hari for a year and not saying a word about it haha
16. Last thought: um…like…if she were to die? probably “if only I could have hit that one more time” idfk haha
17. Worst romantic experience: HA well idk it’s a tie between the love fog and the day she got back to Hari’s after bringing him home from Azkaban, and the owl thing is pretty awkward and the whole ringing bra isn’t a lot better…
18. Biggest insecurity: she had a lot of those about her appearance growing up. she thought her face was too round and her hair too big.
19. Weapon of choice: her wand i suppose
20. Role Model: well she definitely idolizes Avinash a little bit and honestly I think she really admires Ethan for being a good auror and a good person

wonderholichime:

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Potter has done too much for me for me to ever want to shit all over it. I’m never going to say: ‘Don’t ask me questions about that’. I remember reading an interview with Robert Smith from The Cure. Somebody said to him: ‘Why do you still wear all that makeup, don’t you feel a bit past it?’ And he said: ‘There are still 14-year-olds coming to see The Cure for the first time, dressed like that. I’d never want to make them feel silly.’ It’s a similar thing with Potter. People are still discovering those books and films. It would be awful for them to find out the people involved had turned their backs on it. Though sometimes, people do come up and say ‘I loved you in The Woman in Black,’ which is really sweet. That’s them knowing that it matters to me that I’ve done other stuff.
It looks like my first comment didn’t post. Maybe try yoga and swimming if you have access to a pool. I have Achilles Tendinitis, which gives me chronic pain and limits my exercise, so I can relate.

Oh no, it did! If you reply twice to the same post it just updates it externally to look like it only has the most recent one but I can see it all in my notifications, so no worries :) And yeah, I might do yoga. I don’t have access to a pool unfortunately.

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you know maybe taking walks or hiking would be a better form of exercise for you. me i rely exclusively on hiking haha. hiking three times a year lol

haha yeah obviously I need to take it much easier, I think going too hard was part of the problem and I should have known it would screw with me. There’s a nice trail not far from my house that I might start going to more frequently.

lediablealintrieur:

He returned home after ten years of war, ten years of sea. His once soft oiled skin was worn as leather, beaten by salty winds, and the everlasting sun had turned him the same color as his beloved rocks of Ithaca.
He had sailed for too long. Back on the island he would loose his grounding, accustomed to waves, he kept falling by standing still. Only when he cries and tastes the tears on his tongue he remembers a violent embrace, the feeling of prolonged drowning as he tries to swallow.
Long before he left his favored shores he had considered the ocean too unpredictable to try to understand her treacherous beauty. He feared to face her. Yet his fate was already decided upon. He was not presented a choice as Achilles was, but bound by an oath he had crossed the great blues and green tides. Doomed he was, by Poseidon himself. Not as the stories want us to believe for the blinding of his foolish son -death and family are fleeting matters for immortals- but Poseidon had cursed him out of jealousy: the sea had chosen a favorite at last, full of deceptive lies like herself.

The water in his body had turned from sweet to salt, his bones to sand and the many years had transformed his yearning for home into the idea of return, never truly hoping it to be fulfilled.
You cannot stay in one place after you’ve been away -on the way- for a lifetime. He tosses and turns, pulls and pushes. Like the ebb and flow he only found himself excel in leaving and returning, never everlasting in Penelope’s arms. 
When at last he laid next to his wife in their ancient wooden bed, she felt it come alive. It moved like a boat floating on unsavory waters and she grabbed her husband tight in fear of drowning. Her ear on his chest heard the beating of his heart echo the rhythm of oars, slicing waves into two. He isn’t the man she remembers, the war and blood never washed away.
When at last he sighed it wasn’t out of joy or relief to be home, to be home, to be home, a prayer he had often muttered. Instead she felt the cold Northern wind come out of his mouth and whisper the name of another, full of promises, thálatta, thálatta.
The sea has no ending, only shores, and so does his story. A cunning king of rocks turned sailor, the great teller of tales, raider of cities became Odysseus seabound. The truth is: he was never lost on sea, he had been lost to it all along.

-‘What Odysseus Never Spoke Of After His Return’, by y.j.s.

I feel this so hard, it’s SO frustrating ♥

MUH I’m sorry you can relate but also *fistbump* 

schazam:

i-think-im-so-funny:

This is so true it’s not even funny.

schazam:

i-think-im-so-funny:

This is so true it’s not even funny.

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omg you guys I just wrote a whole paragraph of prose and I don’t hate it and it wasn’t a gut wrenching struggle I coULD CRY.

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something-kinda-random:

fernacular:

wittyandcharming:

THESE PARENT BIRDS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE BIRDY DRAG QUEENS WITH FLAWLESS EYELINER AND THE BABY LOOKS LIKE AN UNFINISHED MUPPET AND I’M DEAD.



Why does that fuck have two heads?

OH GOD NO NO NO I MEANT DUCK
DUCK

something-kinda-random:

something-kinda-random:

fernacular:

wittyandcharming:

THESE PARENT BIRDS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE BIRDY DRAG QUEENS WITH FLAWLESS EYELINER AND THE BABY LOOKS LIKE AN UNFINISHED MUPPET AND I’M DEAD.

Why does that fuck have two heads?

OH GOD NO NO NO I MEANT DUCK

DUCK

flashbulbeyess:

Egg walk: it’s like a color run, except instead of running, you walk, and instead of colors being thrown at you, it’s fucking eggs you piece of shit.

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