robinwannabee
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robinwannabee · 5 days ago
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Well thank you
FUCK ALL OF YOU I HATE DARK CHOCOLATE
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robinwannabee · 5 days ago
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Never had dark chocolate is can quite literally kill me
#cantrelate is it good?
FUCK ALL OF YOU I HATE DARK CHOCOLATE
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robinwannabee · 6 days ago
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Contemplating to dye my hair or just die #queerteenagerproblems ✌️
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robinwannabee · 8 days ago
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I just rewatched Frozen and OH MY OZ ITS STUNNING I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS MOVIE
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robinwannabee · 12 days ago
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roots - rosekiller microfic - breaking the ice au - word count: 233
Evan did this a lot. Ignored him. They fell out a lot, as best friends did. But it always made Barty feel so small, so insignificant. Evan Rosier was a rose. Beautiful, timeless, elegant. His cornrows were pale and his eyes a shocking baby blue, but his blood was startlingly red. Burning, bright, like flower petals. Once Evan blocked a puck that was headed for Barty’s chest, and his finger bled. His blood was just so shining and bright.
But roses had thorns. Barty felt one now, digging deep into his chest, twisting with every nonchalant glance Evan threw in his direction. Maybe he was the one that was bleeding. It hurt so much, so bad. If Evan wanted to break up, he could have said so. He didn’t need to move away to the other side of the pitch, as far away as possible. And no explanation either. Evan hadn’t said a word to him all day. Just furtive stares.
Barty had had to hear about the whole changing positions arrangement from Sirius flipping Black of all people. Sirius, who was now his fellow defender. The thought made him squirm like aphids were running down his back. Another thing roses were was desirable. Always, so, so desirable. Barty longed for Evan, needed him with every fibre of his being. But apparently this rose has replanted itself far far away from its roots.
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robinwannabee · 12 days ago
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enticing - wolfstar microfic - breaking the ice au - word count: 162
Remus sat on the windowsill of the changing room, muscles aching from the hours of extra practice, staring out at the moon. In reality, he was much too tall for this perch, far too gangly and lanky, but he’d sat here almost every evening since he'd transferred here. Since he'd joined the team. He liked to watch the moon wax and wane, disappearing but always coming back.
Now, though, his eyes flicked across the velvet black sky, scanning for the big dog. There it was, the star he sought, twinkling down at him from Canis Major, like that obnoxiously flashy grin.
If Remus thought about it, it was fitting that Sirius was the brightest star in the night. After all, he seemed to be enticing Remus in like a moth to a flame. He burned so bright, unlike Remus who could only reflect what others brought to the table. Yes, Remus was the moon, and Sirius was the only star that mattered.
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robinwannabee · 16 days ago
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Funny thing is, I do actually play the guitar lmao
I don’t think I’m angsty but I don’t think I’m shy😀…
@n1cc0l0-f13rr0 @dacheshirecat13
Link to quiz.
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"You write poetry in your notes app don't you?"
Oh well. Duh???? Where else do you write it? 😭
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robinwannabee · 26 days ago
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Headcannon that Seth would walk around in heals and sparkly corsets
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robinwannabee · 28 days ago
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CUULT
im changing my name to robin now. me and robin are now a cult of robins
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robinwannabee · 28 days ago
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I loath my friend like Glinda and Elphaba did eachother
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robinwannabee · 1 month ago
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@n1cc0l0-f13rr0 my good god
Love was so close, too far. It was hidden behind a door. Love was too slippery, once your grip on it falters, the strings that attach you to the other snaps and you sink, deep down into the darkness that not one thing can save you from.
When Regulus first found it, desire filled his body, flowed through his blood. Longing that was so painful he wanted to cut that part of him out. He never had been so close to love before. It was such a complex feeling, it guided every part of his body even though he knew he couldn’t ever fully have it, no matter how far he reached and how harsh his grip on it was.
Once he had part of it, he messed up. He was a death eater and James was on the other side. Of course Regulus was trapped on the wrong side, and James had every reason to move from Regulus to her. It was lost.
Regulus was going to undo everything the Dark Lord had tried. He would find the Horcrux, he was going to give himself to the deep dangers in order to save them. He messed up once, and this was the only way to fix things.
However, fate decided it hadn’t been up to Regulus to bring the Dark Lord down. He realized he never got to say goodbye, not a true one. He would never be able to cut away from his mother and join Sirius in the love he would offer if Regulus had just tried. He would never be able to enjoy love, to be free of his decisions and mistakes and be held by James.
They dragged Regulus down deep in the dark, pressure surrounding his whole body, water seeping painfully into his lungs as he realized in this last moment, the door had been opened. He had been able to almost grab at the one thing he desired so much, the proof was right there that Regulus had gone to undo Voldemorts evil with so much vigour. He just wasn’t able to plant that legacy.
He longed to go back in the last moments of his life. To go back to the time he was offered to go with his brother. He wanted everything to go to Sirius right now and apologize. He wanted to hug James one last time and tell him everything was going to be okay.
The door was open, perhaps it always was, he just hadn’t been able to grab onto it in time.
I was listening to ‘Door’ by Mitski and had this idea come to mind, so I wrote it. Regulus always had that door, always had the chance. He just didn’t open it once he found it, and once he had he wasn’t able to grab hold of what was behind it, he was too late so once he reached for it. His time was going short, he never was able to destroy the Horcrux. Never able to say sorry to Sirius and fix their tragic brotherhood. Sirius would die not knowing that Regulus had found that door. James would die with that part of his heart strings still torn from Regulus as he couldn’t get true closure. They both died not knowing Regulus’ legacy he tried to start.
I am very sleep deprived so I am sure my writings all jumbled up so I hope the concept is sort of there still lmao
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robinwannabee · 1 month ago
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UGHHH☹️☹️
regulus black, who after he died, haunts 12 grimmauld place. he is silent and watching, a depressing aura surrounding him. talking occasionally to kreacher.
enter sirius after escaping azkaban. he expects the house to be empty, with just kreacher inside. imagine his surprise when he sees his little brothers ghost, forever 17. his little brother, who has indents of hands all over his body from the inferi. his little brother, who never got to finish school or even reach adulthood. his little brother, who is dead but also here. forever a ghost haunting 12 grimmuald place.
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robinwannabee · 1 month ago
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when you’re trying to avoid your crush but your crush is your dorm mate
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robinwannabee · 1 month ago
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Moana 2 has changed me as a person
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robinwannabee · 1 month ago
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Vesper, talking about Seth : He was gay! Why should I have to apologise!? I saw gay, so I said gay! That ain’t bullying, that’s an astute observation!
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robinwannabee · 1 month ago
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The strange phenomenon of when people’s voices go up 7 octaves when they speak to dogs will always be so fascinating to me
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robinwannabee · 1 month ago
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They hate that we serve the duo that randomly bursts into song
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