Hello, I am Mark!
Engineering student to-be, currently busy doing natural science A-levels and trying to do that adult life thing without losing my childhood completely.
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✨🎄Shipmas day 6:
I don’t care how many chocolate frogs you bribe me with, I’m not dressing up as an elf
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Pairing: Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy Rating: Teen Words: 4439 Summary:
Scorpius wants to see just how far Albus will go for a chocolate frog.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot,” the two boys on the bus call out. They’re nestled side by side, bottles littered by their feet.
“Fuck that, I’m not your bitch,” the dark haired one says to the sandy haired.
“Be my wife,” the sandy hair teases. “And I’ll eat all your cookies.”The
boy with the long brunette hair ties his hair up into a bun.
“Ash,
you’re Ry’s bitch. It’s been that way since primary. If you don’t want
to be Ry’s wife, then you can be the gayest elf of all.
”“You’re actually gay,” Ashton points out. “Why don’t you be the elf?”
Dylan
looks over at the two lovebirds nestled together. Albus and Scorpius
are side by side. Scorpius is stroking Albus’ hair, weaving his fingers
through the thick locks. Dylan watches as the blond presses a kiss to
the shorter boy, who was sleeping and tired. Scorpius and Albus had been
attached at the hip since Scorpius had entered their lives, and none of
them mind one bit. He brings the comfort that Albus needs, and once he
loosened up a little, Scorpius was actually really fun to have around.
From across the couch, Scorpius kneads fingers into Albus’ hair. “I’ll give you my chocolate frogs if you dress as the elf.”
Raging Fire Shove this S**t into your sock and Stuff It 1. Winter Regrets (Original Track)(-aka Albie writes sad songs during the holidays) 2.My Christmas List (Cover)(Ryan’s Choice aka that kid on Christmas) 3.Sleigh Ride (Cover)(Scorpius’ Choice aka he’s really such a sap(and he sings!!!)) 4.Boxing Day (Cover)(Ash picks the best covers) 5.Yule Shoot Your Eye Out (Cover)( aka Albie went hard on the angst here) 6.Homo Christmas (Cover)(Explicit)(aka Dylan got Horny)
(The shirt says Burgers + Fries and if that ain’t Jughead nothing is)
I thought I would write a little post
about how I did it in case someone else wanted to know how I did it and also didn’t want to pay for a pattern, since I’ve yet to see a tutorial on it (or I’d have used that instead of stressing with making my own thing). Please note that I’m not a knitter, really. So whatever terms
I use in this may be incorrect and my explanation is probably too long-winded
for the average person who knits a lot, feel free to adapt this into a Proper Pattern if you’re one of the people who know what they’re doing with this sort of thing.
There’s a PDF/DOC Download at the bottom for the step-by-step instruction I made for myself to use. Tagging the two Riverdale blogs I follow to this since I’m pretty sure my blog is unviewable in the tags (please ignore it if you want to): @jarchieriverdale, @dailycwriverdale
Have some more photos of her in action, because I love her:
And my all-time favorite:
She looks like she’s casting spells
[video: a woman with brown hair conducting very expressively, her gestures and posture and face matching the mood of the music, almost like she’s acting or dancing. sometimes she looks like she’s singing along to the music. the first picture in the reblogs is a black and white portrait of her.
the next three photos are of her conducting while 1. looking very serious 2. with her hands up, her free hand’s fingers spread out, head tilted back, hair flying, and laughing, and 3. her arms wrapped around her torso like she’s going to throw something with great force, face determined, and hair flying behind her.
u can tell who the ancients of tumblr are bc they’re the ones not posting anything abt where to find them if this site collapses…we know this site isnt going anywhere….the apocalypse couldnt stop this garbage…..it has the cybernetic code of a cockroach
Me: Goodnight Lilith, mother of the Succubi and seducer of Eve. Send me comfortably into a gay sleep. May your fires lick my skin as I refuel my body to do more of your honorable deeds to properly enter myself into Hell.