#Lethal

[centre-cannot-hold]

[rufinator]

The Flower Man

Or as I like to call him the Funny Man

[shisasan]

[likeathunderoverflow]

Don’t say things you don’t mean pretty boy

[blossoms-phan]

reminder that dnp held hands and put that on merch this year???

how was dnpcrafts in APRIL omg… time isn’t real and this will never not be insane

[phalevolent]

they keep copying eachother’s movements and stealing glances at each other and SIRS DO YOU NEED A MOMENT.

[mylittledelulucorner]

Does Montez know how to fight?

[malachimoet]

background sketch practice with the SQUIRRELS

[teethkid67]

some drawing

[virtue3vice]

“There is no knife that cuts so sharply and with such poisoned blade as treachery.”

— Ouida 🗡️

[sillycreaturestims]

Lethal Company Stimboard

[flammabel]

All I have to say is Green Eyes. 👀😍

This is one of my absolute favourite kill moves. 🔥

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Lethal

@jegulus-microfic January 20 Word count 642

I think this one is going to be a few parts. I'll link the parts together so they're easy to find.

“Party? Party? Party?” Marlene asked, pointing at her friends, who were already drinking around the table in their local pub. It did not take much persuading for the others to agree to call everyone they knew and start a party back at James’s.

“Can Reggie come?” Sirius asked. “He doesn’t have many friends, and I don’t think he’s left the house for a week.”

“As long as he doesn’t bring the party down,” Mary replied, sticking her tongue out at Sirius when he stuck his out at her. 

“We need to go get some booze in and food, guys, or else the party will be a bust,” Lily told them all. Downing her drink as she stood up. 

Thirty minutes later, the group was shoving bags of shopping into the back of James’s mum’s old minivan. They had left Sirius sprawled across the back seat with all their phones, texting as many people as he could. 

“Budge up,” Remus said, giving Sirius less than a second to move, before lifting his legs into the air and sliding into the seat. He dropped Sirius's legs ungraciously. Sirius nearly fell on the floor. 

“Hey, rude!” Sirius squawked at Remus, his bottom lip pushing out into a sulky pout. He didn’t have time to complain before Mary shoved him off the other seat so she could sit down. 

“Okay, guys, let’s go!” James cried out jovially before twisting the key in the ignition. The minivan choked to life. He pressed his foot down and he sped away, causing Sirius to actually fall off the backseat and into the footwell. Remus dragged him up by the scruff of his neck and wound his seatbelt around him. 

“Buckle up, dumbass.” He growled. 

“Sorry about that,” James apologised over his shoulder as he pulled out of the car park and onto the main road.

“No worries, mate. Could we swing by mine so I can grab Reggie? I think if I don’t literally drag him there myself, he won’t come.

James hit the curb more forcefully than was probably good for his mother’s poor old van. Sirius jumped out and ran into the grand Georgian house he’d inherited when his parents had died. Two minutes later, he was dragging his brother down the front steps. Regulus was putting up quite a fight. Sirius pulled hard at him, almost yanking his hoodie from his body. Eventually, he bundled his brother into the back of the van and yelled at James to go, go, go! 

Regulus wasn’t happy. He glowered at the car’s worn carpet, not saying a word.

At the next red traffic light, James turned as far as his seatbelt would allow him to and grinned broadly at Regulus. 

“How’s it going, Reg?” He asked. Regulus looked up at him, scowling. 

“That good, huh?” James laughed as he ruffled Regulus’s short curls. Regulus yanked his head away, pulled his hood up and crossed his arms across his chest. 

“James, green light,” Lily said as she jabbed James in the arm, forcing him to pay attention. 

They got to James’s and had to hurry to set everything up. Sirius and Remus sorted out the music, bickering over which songs to put on the playlist. Lily and Mary put food into bowls and onto plates. James set out the bottles of alcohol and mixers on the kitchen counter. While Marlene was doing what Marlene does best and creating a truly lethal punch. James looked at the concoction warily. Deciding, there and then, it would probably be best if he stayed clear of Marlene’s punch. 

Regulus leant against the wall near the French windows, refusing to help with anything. He had his phone out and was endlessly scrolling. James was just about to go over to him and try to chat when the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of their guests.  

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[number1milfloislover]

Lee Hyori, "10 Minutes" 2003.

[grissaecrim]

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