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[recklessmarly-blog]

in-class note // marlene + open sixth year

Okay, okay! You can stop kicking my chair now—what's up?

[the-first-dead-blog]

"What do you want, then?"

[fetchinglydrapedanna]

[sighs] I don't like the feeling of being so far away from home.

[spiddypeter]

With this blizzard going on I suppose I have to resort back to this website if I want to keep communications with others going. It's been awhile though, how is everyone?

[gothamsxknight]

“Fuck.”

Like his day just couldn’t possibly get worse after having to indulge Mrs. Gregory’s daughter in a banal conversation about her marriage plans and him pretending to ignore her not so subtle hinting for the sake of good conduct. The expletive escaped him without much thought, frustration rarely expressed except in moments of absolute solitude. He supposed being stuck in the middle of nowhere during a horrendous blizzard should account for his monthly quota of weakness. Just enough for him to compose himself again and come up with the most sensible plan that would not end up with him as a frozen popsicle stick or losing any limbs to frostbite.

His gloved hands curled tighter around the steering wheel as his eyes scanned the dashboard, assessing the damage before pulling out the keys. The batteries were dead – his Koenigsegg was more than useless at this point. A sigh escaped him, more resigned than frustrated now, as he picked up his coat from the backseat and opened the door, wrapping the thick wool clothing around his shoulder as he looked around; squinting his eyes through the snow fall for any familiar landmark. It slowly dawned on him that he might have made a wrong turn because nothing was familiar, most of the buildings looked similar to each other blanketed by snow. Shrugging into his jacket and shoving his hands into the pockets to keep him warm, he trudged through the snow towards the buildings with signs of life visible through their window.

Popping his collar up and breathing into his palms to keep his face warm, he took a chance on one of the closer buildings, knocking on the first door with no response. He knocked a few more times, introducing himself but failed to elicit any reaction. With a reluctant and disappointed sigh, he tried the next few doors until eventually someone opened up.

“I’m Bruce Wayne and –“ 

[purrfectcrime]

Christmas is such a sham holiday for the wealthy to shovel money into their corporations under the guise of cheer. To falsify charity only to forgo it the next day.

[savingthisforwaaaaylater-blog]

Merry Christmas, everyone. Apart from the long day of work, I'm definitely stuffed. That was my gift this year -- a table full of fattening food I had no trouble and/or shame eating. 

[reportinglane]

Gotham City was utterly eerie during the night. It was almost pitch black save for broken street lamps that lit the way and shadows always seemed to be looming within the depths of darkness. Lois, dressed head to toe in her newest disguise, was making her way to the nearest subway station as quickly as she could. While she wasn't scared to be roaming the streets of Gotham -- she could take care of herself, always could -- after coming from one of Gotham's most notorious Mafia families, she couldn't help but be a little on edge. Even though she knew without a doubt that they didn't recognize her -- she played her part without flaw, she could never be too sure. So when she start noticing someone walking behind her, she tensed up. What if they were on to her? Not making an rash decisions or moves, she waited until she was in a better spot -- or as better as you could get in Gotham City -- and turned around to call the guy or girl out that was following her. Still keeping up her appearance as Nikolina Bjornsen. "Look, I don't take kindly to being fol--oh." Lois stopped mid-sentence, realizing that the person she thought had been tailing her wasn't such at all. In fact it was someone she recognized. "What are you doing down here?" asked Lois, still a bit flustered and tense, her fake, but very believable, Norwegian accent still heavily lacing her voice.

[gwstacy-blog]

So, I've been wrapping presents all day. And despite the insider knowledge it gives me on how awful my father is at picking out gifts, I'm really good at gift wrapping. So, I'm willing to help the needy. I'll wrap your presents, and you can pay me in baked goods, or something nice. I mean, it's not like I've got much else to do, there are no good Christmas specials on TV.

[recklessmarly-blog]

Common Room Dramatics // Marlene + Open Gryffindor

"I told you—Herbology is the subject of evil! I don't know if I can take another period of death by sentient vines."

[dominiquexweasley-blog]

"Can I help you?" Dominique glanced up at the person that had entered the library, with a disinterested look. Potions book opened on the table as the blonde thumbed the edge of the next page.

[fetchinglydrapedanna]

I miss the hot chocolate from Arendelle...

[spiddypeter]

I just walked into a house full of little gingerbread houses. With that said, if anyone is in need of a gingerbread house, whether it already be decorated, or just constructed together and waiting for someone to decorate it, there are plenty of them at the Parker residence you can take.

[gothamsxknight]

It was a day set to be a disappointment when he’d woken up with over 30 missed calls instead of the usual Zero. And as much as he adored being surrounded by papers and papers, one duty after another, today his attention implored him a different distraction, something relatively less office related and if possible people-related. He’d honestly rather be left alone – how he would achieve that staying in the darker corner of the coffee shop Bruce wasn’t exactly certain – perhaps he’d find out if he manages to get through the day undisturbed. Or not.

[purrfectcrime]

TEXT: SELINA ⇄ ???

SELINA: as;l ;dlfkw

SELINA: marzipan

-FIVE MINUTES LATER-

SELINA: [swe ostrich

[savingthisforwaaaaylater-blog]

This -- what she'd just uncovered, for once, was a truth Iris thought she was better off not knowing. She needed -- what she needed, truly, was to call her parents, allow them a chance to explain, to contain the memories that were threatening to seep through now, taunt her in plain daylight rather than in her dreams. What she didn't have, of course, was her phone: she'd left it back in her dressing room before she took this walk, and, swallowing thickly, she made her way to the first stranger she could spot, finding it difficult to feel ashamed with a heavy heart. "I'm sorry," she spoke, tapping the person on the shoulder lightly. "Do you think I could borrow your phone for, ah, five minutes?"