Choices Permanently Ruined My Thinking And I Was So Relieved That There Was A Happy Ending

STOP REGS USER IS KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEE

not an update but something is something

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHH I LOVE IT OOOOOOOOOOOOOH 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Taking a bit of a jump here by posting my art because I don't usually like showing it to other people, but here we go:

Let's all ignore the fact that I didn't give Barty a mouth... I could not draw it to save my life lmao

I honestly can't decide if I love or hate it, but I thought I might as well try something new.

samesie

Confession ive never played solitaire

I cackled after reading this

firework - february 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 362

"Oh fuck," Regulus mumbled, half-jogging toward his dorm room, his heart beating rapidly in his throat as he tried not to melt with embarrassment and terror. "Oh fuck." He slammed the door open, relieved to see that Dorcas and Pandora were there along with Evan and Barty. "Oh FUCK," he yelled, diving onto his bed and slamming his face into his pillow.

"Good day?" Pandora asked lightly from somewhere to his left, making him roll his eyes.

"I kissed James Potter," he answered, deciding to just bite the bullet.

The answering silence spoke volumes. After a few seconds, he raised his head to meet the shocked gazes of each of his friends before looking to Dorcas, who seemed almost ready to laugh.

"I kissed James Potter," he repeated, trying to digested the truth of the words. It still felt like a dream.

"Well shit," Barty mumbled, his voice low and impressed. "That's..."

"Are you okay? How did he react?" Pandora asked, seeming to have enough sense to think of the important questions. "How was it?"

But Regulus's mind was hazy. All he could think of was James's lips on his. The Gryffindor's hands moving to grab his waist, his own hands moving to tangle in James's hair. The way his heart had leapt with joy and want as James had pulled him even closer, as their tongues had tangled together, the heat of their skin and the warmth of their breath intermingling, both of them groaning with the contact.

He'd thought that his greatest fear was that James wouldn't want him. But after he'd melted into the older boy's embrace, after they'd both pulled back to breathe, after they'd pressed little kisses up each other's necks and James had murmured words into his ear that had made him whine...after they'd both said goodbye and waved to each other like love-struck idiots...he'd figured out there was something scarier than that: That James did want him, and that Regulus would fall head over heels.

He just wasn't sure how much he actually cared to stop himself from falling.

"It was like fireworks," he mumbled, touching his lips with his fingertips and smiling a bit.

YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL IF:

you have a body

that’s it

you’re beautiful

you win

congratulations

<3

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

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mkayy

<33

Forever - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 276

Evan leans against the embalming table, arms crossed, watching Barty pace the length of the morgue. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over them, but Barty’s hands are warm when he finally stops and presses his palms against Evan’s chest.

“What does forever mean to you, B?” Evan asks, tilting his head. His voice is quiet, but the words settle heavily between them.

Barty’s fingers twitch against Evan’s shirt, curling slightly like he wants to grab hold of something solid. “Forever?” he echoes, voice barely above a whisper. His mouth curves, sharp and amused, but there’s something in his eyes that betrays the expression. “Forever is a joke, love. Nothing lasts.”

Evan hums, lifting a hand to brush Barty’s curls away from his forehead. “That’s not true,” he murmurs. “Some things last. Some things rot slower than others.”

Barty laughs, a short, breathless sound. “You would think about decomposition when we’re talking about forever.” He shakes his head, but he doesn’t pull away. “So that’s your answer? That forever is just how long it takes for something to turn to dust?”

Evan considers him for a moment, then nods. “More or less.” He lets his fingers drift down, tracing the shape of Barty’s cheek, his jaw, the curve of his lips. “I think forever is measured in what’s left behind. Not the decay, but what lingers.”

Barty watches him for a long moment, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, slowly, he grins. “Well,” he says, voice dropping to something almost intimate, “guess we’ll just have to make sure we leave something worth remembering, won’t we?”

Evan smiles back, slow and knowing. “We already have.”

I strive for a friendship like this

Girl shit pt. 2

alice to narcissa after she married lucius (?)

'Good Luck, Babe' but it's Nobleflower