#ginevraparkinson

[olivieblake]

OMG! CONGRATS! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU. AND PROUD. AND EXCITED. YOU'RE MY FAVORITE AUTHOR. YAY! *throwing confetti*

ahhhhhh this is so nice. thank you so much!! completely unrelated, I think about you and your OFME edit all the time btw. I was literally just thinking about it the other day

[wandlores]

make me choose: percy x pansy or theo x harry - for @hexmionegranger

“like you said, parkinson. i’m a fool for you.” (source) 

[colubrina]

7, 19 and 21 for the fanfic asks =D

7. longest completed fic you wrote this yearThe Wrong Strain is 85K

19. any new fics to start next yearNo, darn it!  I’m going to finish what I’ve started!

21. most memorable comment/reviewOh... I had though nothing could be as fucked up as Pygmalion but you just proved me wrong! Im currently in a state of horrified awe! This is very horrifying, indeed but beautiful, in a very twisted way, if that makes sense! I am quite sure i shouldn't have read this, but whatever, i am glad i did, because this is incredible!

Thank you for the ask!!!!

from fanfic asks

[nacrissablack]

@slytheringirlsgang​ get to know the members challenge                                     favourite slytherin female: narcissa black

"Don't you dare speak to Draco like — "

[nxrcissamxlfoy]

ginevraparkinson replied to your post “okay so yeah there’s a hurricane about an hour out from me and i’m so...”

adrenne, how are you? hope you're okay! let's talk about PANEVILLE, i miss them. what are they up to?

PANEVILLE i really wanted to write out them as hogwarts proffs for the last challenge but i just never did and i’m sad about that

but like, neville having been the herbology professor for the past two years, and then pansy showing up for the care of magical creatures spot, but only maybe on trial while the current one is on leave for something?? and maybe it’s actually neville who can’t really move passed their pasts? like he’s the one snubbing her and he’s not mean, exactly, but he’s not nice. 

but pansy’s so used to that, and she just acts above it, like it doesn’t bother her. ignores his attitude and stuff. 

idk i just like to flip the script a little 

[acciotomriddle]

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.” + Ginsy? Thank you

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong,” Ginny said, giving Pansy a grin.

“That’s cute,” Pansy smirked. “Pity I’m never wrong.”

“So you’re quite confident that Draco is secretly dating Harry?” Ginny teased, blowing across the top of her coffee.”I thought you knew your friends better than that.”

“I thought you’d know yours better,” Pansy retorted, drumming his fingers on the table. Her nails were painted red today, as red as her lipstick.

God, Ginny loved Pansy’s lips.

“Harry would have told me,” Ginny argues. “You’re the one who’s wrong, dearest.”

“Oh?” Pansy purrs. “Tell you what, Ginny. Floo Harry as soon as we get home and ask him outright. If he denies it, then I’ll let you tie me up and have my way with me tonight. If he admits it, well, then I’ll be the one doing the tying.”

Pansy’s smile is wicked, and Ginny matches it.

Later, Ginny isn’t too bothered about the fact she was wrong; Pansy’s lips more than make up for that.

 Send me a pairing and a prompt?

[hemsworths-chris]

✨ name aesthetics & poetry ✨

ayyy! so remember that 2k celebration i was planning? i didn’t find time for it at all oops so here, have some small compensation! i do think i’ll do a botm next month, so yeah? sorry again and enjoy this, i hope!

what you have to do:

- follow your local procrastinator (and maybe her writing blog?)

- reblog this post

- blacklist #sandhya celebrates 2k if you don’t wanna see these

- send me an ask with one of the following

   - ✩ + your name for a name aesthetic

   - ✧ + a prompt for a poem (will be posted on my writing blog, @verbosities)

   - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  + your name for a trash name aesthetic (inspired by @aliciavspinnet - it’s basically a shitpost and a name aesthetic mushed into one)

- wait! these will take time, but they will get done <3 ily all

[hp-positivityproject]

Ginevraparkinson

Mia you have such a nice blog! I love it so much!!

@ginevraparkinson

[njmphadora]

songs rec: hurt me (låpsley), way down we go (kaleo) and devil side (foxes)

hurt me - lapsley: couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library (fucckk kkkk k i love this song so much rughhghh i think this is the one song i’ve made a typo edit for because i just couldn’t not i love it ahhhh)

way down we go - kaleo: couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

devil side - foxes: couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

fjkdsnfsdkjf make playlists please omg omg omg i need your song recs on a more regular basis

send me song recs

[blacksistrs]

                      TWIN, MIA DO CÉU, @ginevraparkinson !!!! I believe in fate, destiny, stars… you know that right?! That being  said, when our paths “crossed” on tumblr,(aka we both reblogged the same post hahaha) and I saw how much we were alike only by reading your bio, something compelled me to write to you. That little message a couple of days before Christmas completely changed my life, because the same universe that have been watching over me, sent me you. Mia, you changed my life! You inspire me to be better, ground me when needed and sometimes we are so much alike that is scary lol. 

           From our countless conversations about love, the good and bad in our lives, how we believe that we have this twin love is from other lives, or simple asking how we were during the day, or creating millions of projects… each one of those little interactions just brought us closer and helped me get to know the amazing person you are.

            Today we are physically really far, but my heart and good thoughts are right by your side celebrating your day. I hope you can feel all the love I’m sending you. No matter where we are in life, I’ll always be here, no matter the distance, to be your biggest supporter, a friend and a family far from home. I’m so thankful to have you in my life.   Thank you for everything. No, seriously.

 Happy Birthday twin, I hope you have an amazing day, by the side of people you love, I wish you all the best, and will be alway by your side. 

 From New York to São Paulo

with love, lola.

[olivieblake]

I just watched your last video and I'm so happy for you. ❤

thank you so much!

[wandlores]

@quidditchleaguenet october event: favorite ships - ravenclaw team - hermione granger & cormac mclaggen

“that night, cormac kissed hermione granger. that’s when he realized they were no longer strangers, but maybe they never were. maybe they were just two parts of the same soul drifting through life until they finally found each other; maybe they needed each other to feel understood.” (source) 

[colubrina]

blackberry and star fruit!

blackberry:is your life an action film, a comedy, a romantic comedy, or drama?  I think it might be one of those dreadful housewife ennui shows

star fruit:favorite sea creature?  I quite like sea urchins but how can you beat an octopus?

from fruit ask game

[mxrcusflint]

"here comes the flintwood queen"

💕💕💕 life goal achieved tbh

[nacrissablack]

make me choose: @txmriddlx asked: merope gaunt or ariana dumbledore

[nxrcissamxlfoy]

capsized

ron x pansy for the @hprarepairnet​ & @slytherdornet love song challenge | capsized,  you+me 

we were two ships in the night / passing by in the pale moonlight and capsized we were two ships in the night / hellbent on trying to survive and capsized 

his lips light a fire wherever they land, leaving blossoms of heat to radiate from her jaw, her neck, her clavicle. 

his hands, large and rough, grip at her hips, his dirty fingernails trying to get at her bones as he pulls her closer. 

he smells like earth and spice, liquor and smoke. 

she keeps her eyes shut tight, knowing that if she opens them she’ll see that treacherous flash of ginger hair and those all telling freckles splattered across his shoulders and she’ll lose her nerve. 

she can’t even remember how she’d gotten here, to this point, to straddling him of all people, feeling him pressing into her thigh even through his jeans, to being excited by it. 

it started like any other night, tucking herself away in some nondescript muggle bar and relishing in the fact that no one knew her or what she’d done. and suddenly he’s there, sitting on the stool next to her left, pretending not to notice her, polishing off one drink after another. 

and somehow it end in his dingy flat, on his hideous plaid sofa.

his arms wrap around her, holding her closer to him, tighter, so he can lift her into the air with out breaking from kiss and walk them across the room to his bed. 

his lips move further down, leaving a wildfire spreading through her stomach. 

without warning he pulls at her stockings, ripping them from their fasteners and down her legs and she can’t stop the mortifying gasp from escaping her throat

she feels him pause and finally looks down at him only to find wide, devilish smile spreading across his face and a hunger in his eyes. 

“fuck you, weasley,” she says, but instead of venom all that comes out is a breathy hiss of a whisper. 

his eyebrows quirk. “oh you’re gonna.” his hands grasp at the back of her knees and pull her further down the bed, closer to him as he dips his head.

seconds later and she can’t even keep herself propped up on her elbows. she sinks into the bed, her back arching, her head tilting farther back until she’s staring at the painting above his bed. 

a ship in a storm with the wind whipping at its sails. the sea lashing at its sides soon syncs up with the waves of pleasure that crash onto her, a pulsating warmth washing over her as her body goes slack.

she only faintly hears his belt, then his zipper. his buckle hits the floor and there’s a pressure on the bed between her legs as he kneels over her. 

a second wave, now adrenaline as her pride kicks in and she realizes she needs the upper hand again. she slips out from under him, spinning him down on to the bed, ignoring his chuckle of surprise and the excitement in his eyes. 

she straddles him, positions herself as he sits up and wraps his arms around her, kissing her wherever he can, nipping here and there. 

her focus stays on the painting as she lets the waves help her find the rhythm.

the night continues on in a blur, a hurricane of ecstasy and battling emotions with that stormy ship at the eye. by the end of it all they’re somehow on the floor, panting and sweating and barely even awake and yet she can’t help but stare at the painting.

she feels like the ship, lost at sea in a terrible storm, not knowing what’s going to happen next. and she looks over to him, hand resting on his heaving chest, eyes closed, and can’t help but ask. 

“why do you even have that painting?” 

he looks confused for a second, then lifts his head to look at the spot above his bed. “oh,” he sighs, his head hitting the floor. “it was just a gift,” he says but she has a feeling it’s not the truth. “was that what you were thinking about this whole time?” there’s no wounded ego or hurt feelings in his question, just self depreciation and humor.

she rolls her eyes but doesn’t answer. he’s quiet for a second and then, “there’s another ship, way in the back. i like to think they help each other out of the storm.” 

she’s taken aback, looks at him. he’s staring, searching for something in her, as if he knows there’s more to her than what she puts out.

and she can’t stand it.

“or they’re fools and both capsized anyway.”