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little clown otter

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If I ask nicely who will rb this telling me what is the last song u listened to 🥺

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i was briefly on the train of "pluto is a planet and so is EVERY DWARF PLANET" when i was little, but thinking back, it was definitely just an excuse for me to name all the dwarf planets i knew so ppl would be impressed with me for knowing all the secret ones like ceres and haumea and quaoar.

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The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

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i love the idea of sirius forgetting about regulus in azkaban. he completely forgets - the dementors, they take all the good. every last good shred of his brother, no matter how small, was taken by them. and then his death was too.

now sirius never saw regulus' death as a good thing, of course not. but part of him? part of him was glad. some sick and twisted part of him was glad that regulus was dead, because it meant he was no longer waiting for a knock at the door. he was no longer waiting for regulus to come back to him and say "help me. get me out. i made a mistake." so no. he wasn't happy that regulus died, but part of him was glad. those two things can be true at once.

so the dementors take the death too. they take the one bit of relief that sirius has ever felt about regulus, and they make him forget.

and then it's post-azkaban, and sirius is moving into grimmauld place and, oh god, the memories. the way it all comes flooding back to him. the shreds of good, the mass of bad, the death - all of it. he's mourning regulus again and he's angry because, fuck, he hates that he's just relearnt that he has a brother, and he's dead to the cause that sirius is now actively fighting against again.

and that's tragic? isn't it?

that sirius would learn about his brother's death twice, yet never finds out it was his one act of good?

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tired - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 277

Barty has no idea what he's doing. This is easy with girls, sure. But with Evan?

He's floundering. Drowning. He's already dead and he hasn't even attempted anything as brave as a kiss.

He knows he's being stupid. Not twelve hours ago, they were snogging in a broom closet, whispering absolutely filthy things and tearing clothing off. But now that it's light, and the adrenaline has stopped pumping, and Barty's thinking with the more thoughtful head, he can't stop overthinking his every move. Because the tension and years of buildup is gone now, and his self-consciousness is all that remains.

Just...put your arm around him, don't be a bloody Hufflepuff! he admonishes himself, frowning as they both sit on the couch.

But he's frozen. Until he remembers.

Yawning loudly, he stretches his arms dramatically over his head, far up. Then, ever-so-slowly, still yawning and grumbling about how tired he is, he allows his arms to move down in arcs. Slowly, slowly, slowly, until his right arm is almost behind a clueless Evan's head, moving to his shoulders, and - !

"What the bloody fuck are you doing?" Evan asks, an amused look on his face, giving Barty a heart attack and making him stop in his tracks.

"Er-" But there's no excuse. Barty's arm hangs lightly on Evan's shoulder and he registers how pitiful the whole thing is. The temptation to run has never been stronger.

Evan, however, just chuckles, kicking his legs up and moving to lay back on Barty's lap. "You're an idiot."

But it's fond, and when Evan's hand moves to intertwine their fingers together, he beams. Maybe Evan knows what to do, then.

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devastating: most pullable door ever turns out to be a push

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i understand you and i want you to please live

:(

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I want to write..

*vaguely gestures at the air*

..something

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have we ever thought about sirius obliviating himself after running away like. hang on i need to sit down about this

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"The Lap Dance" Mature // 485 words

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. James had never felt as lucky as he did right then and there. He looked around and could see that everyone was cheering, but he was too fucking dizzy and horny to actually make sense of the noise. 

He was in a chair, a little drunk, and with a semi-hard as he watched Regulus slowly approaching him. First, taking off his jacket and throwing it at Barty who whistled and licked the fucking thing. 

Regulus was wearing a shirt, emphasis on was, because he took it off and James’ gaze watched as it fell on the floor. A shirtless Regulus was approaching him, he had never wanted this bad to be sober, he desperately wished to take every single second of this in. 

James made a mental note to thank Peter for winning that beer pong round against Regulus and then to thank Dorcas for suggesting this as the punishment. 

The second the tip of Regulus’ finger touched his chin, James’ cock twitched. In a moment, Regulus wasn’t just touching him, but he was on top of him. He was sitting on his lap, moving his hips, ass entirely resting on top of James’ cock as he danced to a song James was not paying attention to. 

Regulus took James’ hand and pressed it against his bare chest. Regulus threw his head back as he guided James’ palm all over him. 

“Are you enjoying this?” Regulus asked, laughing. 

James had never seen Regulus like this, letting go, enjoying himself. He seemed to be having just as much of a good time as James. 

The only thing James could make sense of in that moment was how fucking amazing Regulus felt under his touch. Regulus leaned in and his hands traveled all the way from James’ back to his ass. James closed his eyes and when he opened them he watched as Regulus held up not only James’ wallet but he had taken out a dollar. 

Regulus put the money in his mouth and grabbed James' chin. He moved close enough for James to take the bill with his teeth. 

“Now place it wherever you want, Jamie,” Regulus whispered in his ear. 

James was a stuttering mess at that point, but he would take advantage of this moment up to the last second. He wrapped his arms around Regulus’ waist and laid him back delicately, with his free hand he slightly opened Regulus’ zipper and placed the bill right there, before zipping it back up. 

Regulus let out a delicious noise, James wanted to get more out of him, he want- 

“Time's up!” Someone screamed and James was ready to commit murder.

Regulus patted James' chin and stood up. “Well, that was fun.”

James carefully stored this memory to relive it over and over again the moment he had some time alone with his hand and his thoughts. 

“Yeah, it really was.” 

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any trans person reading this I love you

any woman reading this I love you

any poc minority reading this I love you

any queer person reading this I love you

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no matter how many trolls or trumpies come in my comments and spew their nonsense I will keep saying it over and over and over again no matter how many times to show them I will not change. I will never choose violence or hate ever.

any disabled person reading this I love you

any person out of country that wished they could desperately help I love you

Any parents of a queer child who did everything they deemed “right” to protect their child and still feel as though they failed I love you

any person on the spectrum I love you

Any SA survivors I love you

Any person that needs life threatening healthcare and can’t afford it I love you

Any diabetic person I love you

I don’t know you. But I love you. I will always choose love that’s not a bad thing nor will I ever feel bad about choosing it

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ⓘ This user needs a long break from everything.

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The New Strategy

Another comic that spiraled out of control… I literally just drew narcissa in the outfit and ended up with all of this by the end 😭

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Beware, Prongs is a jealous deer