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Alternate universe where I literally just to go to school forever (for free) so I can just learn about art and literature and history and languages for 100 years. No job skills. No credit requirements. No student loans. Just learning.

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ravenclaw barty crouch jr who refuses to go all the way down to the dungeons so regulus has to answer some batshit crazy riddle at 3am to see his stupid boyfriend

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me scrolling through ao3 trying to find a normal rosekiller fic

jegulus “no”

jegulus “no”

fucking a memory of a corpse?? “not tonight”

jegulus “no”

shapeshifter bestiality “no??”

dead dove, blood kink “finally something normal!”

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I was born in the right generation i love rosekiller

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Shipping fictional characters isn’t representative of your moral values. It’s representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.

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Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

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Friends to lovers Rosekiller and Strangers to lovers Rosekiller are two very different Rosekillers in this essay I will-

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Bartylily

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if you don’t like cats you’ve just never experienced the deep and powerful love of a cat that’s chosen you. like if a cat decides it wants to bond with you it’s something that’s so pure and beautiful and unbreakable. cats are made of love and when a cat chooses to love you it will LOVE you. cats are so special and so important. they just pour their whole soul into yours and it’s the kinda love that never leaves you. cats ARE love

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I think regulus has terrible fashion sense. Like yes I love yall for always depicting him dressed to the nines and all badass. He’s cute!! But personally I’m convinced this man owns like ten copies of the same shirt in different shades of black, greys, and neutral. Maybe an occasional dark blue or green and a bunch of black pants and he calls it a day. They’re all fitted well and he looks good but he has no idea what he’s actually doing so he wears the exact same type of clothes everyday.

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bc i miss my vampire pandalily ❤️‍🩹

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appreciation post for the fact that ao3 doesn't have ads.

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"I've never seen you at the club"

Okay, well, I've never seen you on ao3 reading fanfictions in the middle of the night

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thinking of professor lupin teaching a bunch of middle schoolers. he’s the kind of odd teacher that everyone knows about, but every year without fail his students end up loving him because of how fun he makes class. he has a picture of him with another man on his desk, and it’s kind of blurry, not really showing more than a young, smiling Remus holding a person with long, black curly hair, which he never talks about, but one day one of the more outspoken students asks him about it and all he says is “oh, just me and an old friend” and then promptly moves on. of course no one believes him, because although they might be children they still have keen eyes, so they see the small, fond smile on his face when he glances at the picture from time to time. word gets around school, not in a malicious way, just children curious about who odd professor lupin could be so fond about. eventually weeks pass by, to the point that the picture on remus’ desk is almost forgotten, until one day in the middle of class, a strange man knocks on the door. the class erupts into whispers when they see the long curly hair, all holding their breaths to see who exactly this person is, and they’re not disappointed when the man walks up to professor lupin, gives him a kiss on the cheek, and hands him a lunchbox with a small whisper before turning around and leaving. everyone is dead silent as remus puts his lunch away, gaping at the professor over what just happened. eventually one of the kids speak up, asking the question everyone is wondering: “was that the same man from the picture on your desk?” remus seems unfazed by the looks he’s getting from his students, replying with a simple “yes” as a smile slowly shapes his lips. “why did he kiss you on the cheek?” another student asks, to which remus replies “because he’s my husband.” his answer sets off an avalanche of questions, a chorus of “HE’S YOUR HUSBAND!?” echoing through the classroom. the shock of the discovery makes it a highly discussed subject for many weeks to follow, students across the school still in disbelief over it because they can’t believe that the man, remus’ husband, is real. they all talk about how he must be an angel, because no one can be that beautiful. with his curly hair, bright blue eyes and sharp gaze, and it’s all remus can do to relay every single word he hears to sirius when he makes it home in the evening, knowing how much his husband enjoyed flabbergasting the minds of those young children.

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hallow is hollow

all my crimson rivers fanart so far! i gave james back his glasses. fic is ‘crimson rivers’ by bizarrestars on ao3

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I need Barty to not fuck up at the end of Goblet of Fire so that he continues roleplaying Moody to gather intel on the Order of the Phoenix so that he gets to go be miserably heart broken in Regulus’ room. So he can read Regulus’ poetry notebooks. So he can look at his Hogwarts yearbooks. So he can find the final love letter Regulus had run out of time to send Barty. So he can add notes to his poetry notebook that he will never stop loving him.