* taps mic * is .. is this thing on ?
Cosimo Galluzzi
YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
d e v o n
DEAR READER
Monterey Bay Aquarium
One Nice Bug Per Day

blake kathryn

#extradirty
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Janaina Medeiros

Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

★

Kaledo Art
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
taylor price

Product Placement

seen from Singapore
seen from Spain
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from Spain

seen from Portugal

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada

seen from Jordan

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany
@darkmrks
* taps mic * is .. is this thing on ?

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
There is NOTHING beautiful about the scars LITTERING my body
It tells a tale of bloodshed, tragedy, and war
𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎'𝖒 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖓 / independent & highly selective ciel phantomhive of kuroshitsuji / black butler. headcanon based & canon divergent. low - activity & dash only. adored by addy est feb. 2020.
cursed image : bellatrix & draco in cowboy boots / @crciats
SHE WAS SITTING IN THE 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 AS THOUGH IT WERE A 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 / / / /
BELLATRIX LESTRANGE OF THE HARRY POTTER SERIES , NON-AFFILIATED , HIGHLY SELECTIVE &&. NOVEL AND MOVIE-BASED WITH HEAVY INFLUENCES FROM PERSONAL HEADCANON MATERIAL ,

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
starter for @dafodils
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 been a place for draco to seek refuge but after the collapse of a war & the demise of his own name , draco found himself drifting through the once - magnificent corridors of malfoy manor as if it were little more than an empty shell ; storm colored hues wander absently , passing over old portraits as the figures stirred and roamed at their own leisure , before focusing ahead of himself once again. long legs carry him to the library of the manor with little effort and for a moment , draco nearly smiles. a hand rests delicately upon the heavy door before a careful push lurches it forward. the library’s tall shelves , stacked neatly with books upon books from times far beyond draco himself , had been a safe place prior to the destruction the war had brought. many nights had spent with the small , blonde haired boy tucked neatly in his mother’s lap as a book lay open before them , a single charm leafing each page over for them as narcissa recited the words to him in her soft , soothing lilt. it brought him comfort ----- and even now , it seems , draco can’t quite shake the habit.
❛ ------- 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 , ❜ he calls out quietly , lips lifting at the corners. ❛ how did i know i’d find you here ? ❜ soft , affectionate he’s full of adoration in a way he hadn’t been for years before.
@darkmrks we love out of context tings .
#in summary :#pansy is pregnant#draco's a bottom
h hewwo ! my makeup came out kinda cute !!!
would it be narcissistic if i posted a selfie i looked so cute today ;-;
‘not all men’ you’re right. draco malfoy would want to do it, but fuck it up and cry about it for a week

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
❛ — ᴵ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴴᴱᴸᴾ don’t you understand ? I have to do this! I have to kill you ! 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 … ❜
indie priv & sel. 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 ; 𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞. est 2020.
𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄. for i’ve given up on redemption, written it away as a CHILD’S FANTASY. the masses have already passed JUDGMENT. g u i l t y, they cry. // private & selective pansy parkinson ; adored by nia.
y’all ever feel like ur portrayal is very much so 𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓮
theodore.
❝ you alright ? i’ve heard some rumors … ❞
❛ 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 , 𝑷𝑹𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 , would those rumors be ? ❜ gray hues spark mirthfully as he peers up at his housemate ; the mirthful curl of his lips is what one can only classify as a smug smirk. ❛ don’t be such a tease , nott. of course i’m alright. ❜
pansy.
𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, as draco seems to be gearing up for another rant of harry bloody potter. pansy’s made a mistake, bringing up the chosen one, because now she’ll never finish her cursed essay. she sighs and resigns herself to her fate, silently gathering her parchments and inkwells to offer draco her full attention. ( oh the things she does for her favorite idiot ). a nod here, a hum there, and pansy situates herself for his spiel, nudging his foot back childishly. she would’ve stuck her tongue out for good measure if her attention had suddenly zeroed in on a certain mudblood muggleborn’s surname. ❝ oh, please. with how bloody smart she thinks she is, you’d think she’d have enough sense to not go at all. ❞ the words spill so easily, pansy’s features twisting into something nasty as syllables laced with poison are strung together whenever granger’s mentioned in conversation. ❝ but never mind that ── shall i be going with you or blaise ? or shall we attend together ? i’ve got ideas for our robes. ❞
𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑳 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 , gleeful & appreciative of his friend’s clear lack of mercy in sparing the granger girl any second thought. the blonde exhales a breathy snicker as a hand lifts , slender digits running through pale locks absently. it’s almost as if draco is considering their options with the utmost care. while berating their least favorite triad of gryffindors often brought the malfoy heir an immense amount of pleasure , there was no denying that there were more pressing matters at hand ------- namely , the fate of hogwarts’ true royal trio. draco taps his chin with a lazy hum before pale brows lift & his smirk widens upon his lips. ❛ i don’t see why we can’t all go together , hm ? or , of course , you and i could go together if blaise has already found someone to go with. you know how he is , ❜ draco muses thoughtfully. ❛ though , do tell. what exactly do you have planned for our robes ? i have high hopes. ❜

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
potter.
The tent was almost dark, the fire Hermione had lit earlier was just about to burn itself out, and Harry was acutely aware of the tent’s other occupant’s steady breathing. Though Harry doubted that he was asleep. None of them had been sleeping lately, it was like everything was starting to really sink in. The days had really started to blur together now, and he knew that in a few hours Hermione was going to come in and it would be his turn to take watch over their camp.
Turning over Harry’s gaze fell on Malfoy’s back. He could barely make out the gentle rise and fall of the Slytherin’s shoulders, his thoughts wandering back to the big fight that had caused their troop of four to shrink down to three. He felt bad honestly, anyone that knew Ron knew that he was a little thick. And that he often spoke without thinking about how what he was saying affected others. Still things had gotten pretty explosive, and now Ron was gone and it was Malfoy that Harry found himself staring at while he was trying to get to sleep.
Then it came to him. Maybe they could talk about this–or anything really. Something to fill the crushing silence that had enveloped their shared tent. “Hey uh–Malfoy? You still awake?”
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶’𝑺 𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑺 aching with each trembling inhale , a certain level of uncertainty causing anxiety to well up within the pit of his stomach. it’s nearly enough to force the blonde into swallowing back bile as it burns through his throat & threatens to flood him in acid from the inside out ; draco is , as always , almost painfully aware of dark hues burning pointed holes into the middle point between tapered shoulder blades. potter would never be as elegant as he often attempted to be ------- but the former heir to the malfoy legacy knew better than to bring attention to it. he’s pioneering new territory , a whole new world ; he had once been a powerful boy , a rich child with every opportunity handed to him on a platter of gilded silver.
but now , he’s nothing more than a discarded pawn that had outlasted his merit.
draco’s all but resigned himself to keeping storm - gray hues shut painfully tight , not that he would ever find the comfort of sleep ; every night since his arrival into the trio’s little troupe had been sleepless , agonizing , terrifying. but he could pretend. it’s only when potter breaks the uncomfortable silence that the blonde exhales a sharp , defeated sigh.
❛ for merlin’s sake , SNOTTER 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 ? ❜
old habits died hard & the ridiculous insult felt natural on his tongue as gray hues ------- clouded by exhaustion ------- fix the chosen one with a tired look. perhaps , if harry looked closely enough , he might even see the guilt etched into the lines of his angled features. ❛ it’s late. ❜ words are quieter , this time. less venom , more fatigue.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 ! please hit this post with a ♡ if you’d like to be randomly given starters ( in varying length —— anywhere from one liners , paras , or novellas ) from me & draco ! this will be reblogged on occasion ! if you don’t want to clog your likes , feel free to comment on this post instead !