missmarlenemckinn whispered, "WHAR IS HAPPENING DONT TURN THE TABLES"

theyoungsir:

  he doesn’t mean to stare no, and the gaze in his eye
  isn’t meant disrespectfully. she’s just b r e a t h t a k i n g
  is all, an utter beauty standing out through shades of
  differing greys.

         her hair, his brother’s told him again and again,
         is chestnut a warm brown, her eyes, rich deep
         pools of sorrel. lips a pigment to elicit laughter 
         and commence wars in HER name.

            & her name? Marlene, it rolls off his tongue every
                now and again, the timbre of his voice racking
                through every syllable.

                        “If you don’t think I’d enjoy turning the tables,
                         
M a r l e n e…you shouldn’t have inspired me so.”

He’s always made her feel this way
     so lost, dazed confused
like a little bird that’s just missed the
branch

where has her footing gone?
she’s just a little girl 
staring back with a gaze that’s 
j u s t  off

        his voice is what she calls home
        just hearing it brings back the thought
        off the rumble that would come from his chest

             ”You’ve never turned down the opportunity to rattle the cage-
                      And I never tried to be your muse.”

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posted 3 months ago (© theyoungsir)

fabprewett:

OI YOU THERE.

I’ve a girlfriend see, she’s my little sweetheart. Little in as she’s a wee little thing. Rather adorable really.

Though we go way back, farther than you can imagine.

Funny to see the perfect girl was sitting next to me this whole time, though when are those things ever obvious.

She is in fact perfect in every single imagination, her snogging takes my breath away. 

I call her Mars. You, you don’t do that. Mine.

Anyways, pretty much love her, yeah, certain of that.


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posted 1 year ago (© fabprewett)

I call her Mars. You, you don’t do that. Mine.

I call her Mars. You, you don’t do that. Mine.

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posted 1 year ago (© packageofgirlyevil)

omfg the booty put it away manda pls

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posted 1 year ago

fabprewett:

missmarlenemckinn:

fabprewett:

will it have my hair or my eyes….

it’s secretly half french so probably not

i will bet u 100 galleons that it’s ginger

you wanna put money on it? I mean if you don’t mind throwing your money away, I’d be glad to take it, sure. 

only joking love, the little fiend probably will be as red headed as the dying sun, with luck like your family’s. 

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posted 1 year ago (© fabprewett)

lift off 

fabprewett:

The instinctual retraction that she gave when he enclosed her in his arms only served to insult him. Did she really think she was in danger, or something of the sort? No, couldn’t be. Still when he felt her relax, he tightened his grip, rocking his heels back and forth, and her long with him. He just needed a moment, right here and now, to soak up everything he could. “What’ve you made? it smells wonderful,” He smiles before getting himself a bowl, and filling it with soup.

Her laugh, the way her hair bounced when she moved, her voice, everything just brought him to love her more. Though…big news? He screwed up his face, confused, until she told him to sit down. Shaking his head, he spoke, “Sorry, sorry,” He pulled out the chair and sat in it, “Now, what’s this about big news?” He asked, watching the food rest on the table. A chaste kiss at his cheek, and she was sitting before him, stirring her soup. 

Ian looked at her, watching the way her eyes crinkled as she seemed to be thinking about…well, the big news. He, however waited patiently, she’d come to it in her own time, surely. He looked down at dinner, and pulled a spoonful to his lips. He blew on it, hearing something about timing…and freezes. He decided against taking a sip of soup, and looked at her.

I’m a few weeks along. 

At first he doesn’t understand, she said it so simply, like it was nothing. Then she clarifies it, and dismisses it by asking for bread. Ian lets his spoon go, an expression of joyful excitement and surprise coming across his face, “What?” She’s pregnant  she’s pregnant and his heart swells so much from love and grace, that it feels as though it’ll break.

He pushed back his chair and crossed the short distance to her, kissing her full on the lips. A baby, she’s pregnant, my child, our child, he thinks as he kisses her, and up to that point, he’d never been happier, not even when she said she’d marry him. This was unplanned, this was unexpected, and that was what Ian loved about it. “Not exactly the best timing, no, it’s perfect, Marlene.” He smiled at her, “It’s perfect, of course, I love you so much.” He just couldn’t help himself, big news indeed. 

There is in her heart a ridiculous amount of pure fondness that swells up when Ian smiles genuinely. Maybe it is the memory of watching that smile grow and change, maybe it’s in honour of the times she remembers it’s absence, but more than anything it’s probably just because a smile is a sign of happiness and she really does love it when Ian is happy.

It doesn’t hurt that his smile came after his kisses, leaving her a little bit short of breath, but buzzing pleasantly. “I’m glad your pleased, because there’s a baby on the way, perfect timing or no. And you’d better love me you right git, I’m growing us a human.” It’s almost impossible for her not to tease him, smiling into her soup. Her lips quirked around her spoon, and she tried to remember how every little thing felt, so that when she looked back at it later, she’d have more to be fond of.

When she poured the memory into a little vial later, she thought of how this could be the first of many that she held onto, so that their little berry would know how loved they were from the very get go.

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posted 1 year ago (© missmarlenemckinn)

fabprewett:

will it have my hair or my eyes….

it’s secretly half french so probably not

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posted 1 year ago (© fabprewett)

i just want you guys to all know that I love you dearly and that I appreciate you all so very much. thank you for your support, your friendship and your creativity during one of the toughest times of my life. I know sometimes I was a butthole, and I know I am not the best writer in the world, but none of you ever said an unkind word, and I will never ever forget that. I’m gonna come back every once and awhile, post a drabble or two, and I hope you guys return as well. I constantly keep kind thoughts for all of you in my heart, and I hope you are all safe and loved and thriving.

love, darien.

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posted 1 year ago (© lucaslascivious)

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theattractiveprewett:

I know, I know. It’s me. The man. The myth. The legend. Get a picture while you can, ladies. I might even sign autographs. My, it’s awful tiresome being so famous. How do I deal with it? I might need a nap. Oi! I’m the attractive one! I thought we went over this in third year. Really, Mars, I expected better.

Famous? Neigh, you’re the obscure one love. Ian’s the one that’s been home and going into work and the like. Besides, he’s marrying me. That leads one to society’s spotlight, I’ll have you know. Third year was ages ago, love. Though your face is undoubtable handsome, I think you’ve got plenty of competition since then.

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theattractiveprewett:

I’ll be sure to ruffle your petticoats the moment I’m free. Speaking of petticoats, have you seen my twin? Merlin, I’ve been gone for practically years and when I finally return, he doesn’t have so much as a “Welcome Back” party set up for me. The nerve, I tell ya.

Nope. Wait! You have a twin? Wow… wait. Are you the Gideon Prewett? I thought you were just an urban legend. A mere myth if you will. And myth’s don’t have twin brothers, no matter how attractive and ginger and freckly I could imagine them to be. 

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theattractiveprewett:

You really should be. I mean… After the begging and the pleading and the “Oh, Giddy, I miss your rippling pectorals”… Merlin, I just couldn’t bear it anymore.

Oh… rippling pectorals? I definitely meant ruffling petticoats… perhaps you should get those perfectly shaped ears under control, Giddy? Good to know you’re soft hearted.

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theattractiveprewett:

The things I do for you lot.

Yes, yes we’re all disgustingly grateful to see your ugly mug again.

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posted 1 year ago (© prxwxtt)

fuck cod get berries




Hello there! My name is Marlene McKinnon. Vain and flirty, silly and serious, I'm girl of contradictions. Aurora Zabini is my evil twin and Giddy is my best mate. Doe is my little sister, and Sirius is her big brother, so I guess I've taken him on as well. I've adopted myself a big family, fuck with them, and I'll find a way to fuck you up and screw you over.