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I can’t put into words the things I would do for kraft shapes mac n cheese rn

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am unable to count how many times I've cried to 16 carriages by Beyonce tonight. things are starting to get concerning. stay tuned.

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i think one thing that will really invariably get me to click out of a fic immediately, if i even get as far as opening it in the first place, is He Would Not Fucking Say That’s hornier cousin “he would not fucking fuck that hard or that prolifically”. like when regardless of canon personality a character enters the bedroom and immediately becomes this almost christian grey parody ultra suave dom with dubious bdsm practices and it’s like. i’m very sorry but i truly hand on heart do not think he knows how to use his dick like that

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Bellatrix Black as the witch of the waste from "A heavy heart to hold" by @magswrite for @rsbigbang 2024

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R/S Big Bang Fic & Art: a heavy heart to hold (T)

Title: a heavy heart to hold

Author: @magswrite

Artist: @yesnoidkiguess

Beta Reader: @spacexcowgirl

Summary: 

Remus is quite content with a life void of adventure. Sirius Black and his castle have other plans.

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a lot of people are freaking out about project 2025 & the potential banning of fanfiction sites (such as AO3!) but, reminder, attempts to shut down AO3 are typically futile. i am not diminishing the power of the law that would ban it, but - don't freak out just yet.

secondly, use this as a reminder to build a community in fandom outside of AO3. i am less fearful about the prospect of it shutting down because i have friends who will share their works with me, and who i can share my works with. create a community here so you don't feel so alone, because knowing i have loved ones to share my love for fandom with makes it easier to think about losing something else. so build a community. reach out to your favorite authors as a friend, as a human, not as a fan. just build something important to you that someone else (the US federal government) cannot take away.

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sick to my stomach…. miss her so bad….

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hi rose my weirdest theory about you is that your room is full of posters and just lots of little items in general, like clutter but with cool stuff you know? idk i have the feeling you have such good taste in decoration!!

hi loopsie!! took me forever to get to this but ur semi-right?? maybe??

I'm someone that accumulates a lot of clutter and knick knacks, but my personal bedroom has a weird set up (it's like a loft? so the walls are slanted) and I just can't figure out how to hang things in there and have it look good, u know?

I also don't know about good taste, my aesthetics are always battling, but eclectic fs!

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R/S Big Bang Fic & Art: maybe together we can get somewhere (E)

Title: maybe together we can get somewhere

Author: @pissmotif

Artist: @thepiecesofcait

Beta Reader: @spacexcowgirl

Summary: 

“Who are you?” Sirius asked, his gaze snapping back to the stranger – there’s no way his parents would willingly associate with someone like this, they always turned their nose up at anyone who wasn’t born into generational wealth. Even those with money that hadn’t been born into it they snubbed, though they seemed to tolerate marginally more.

“Name’s Remus, I’m here to take you home.”

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Sirius runs away; Remus is paid to bring him home.

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“i told you so”

….do you understand that people are going to suffer? do you understand that people had no choice but to hope?

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anyway, we get up, we make the bed, we feed the pets, we try to let kindness guide our encounters with the world, we scream and scream and scream and scream until it turns into manic laughter, we feed ourselves, we water the plants, etc

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dude your brave and loyal knight fucking bit me

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Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

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Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

rahhhh thank you mar you sweet sweet angel <3

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jegulus microfic // words: 681

the morning after halloween

Regulus cracks an eye open and immediately squeezes it shut again. “Jamie,” he croaks, voice rough with disuse. “The sun. Make it disappear at once.”

James laughs and Regulus wants to burrow in the sound the way he burrows in the sheets. “You want me to remove it from the sky?” James asks.

“Yes.”

“Anything for you, my love.” The bed dips as James moves to stand, shuffling over to the curtains and tugging them shut. He crawls back underneath the sheets, leaning close to press a kiss against Regulus’ forehead. “Good morning.”

“Is it?” Regulus asks. “A good morning?”

He finally forces his eyes open again, the room still too bright but no longer blinding. He feels stale. A tiredness in his joints that he knows will linger no matter how much he sleeps. He lets his lids droop shut again, unconcerned.

“Well, it’s technically three in the afternoon,” James says. “You slept for about nine hours.”

He starts carding a hand through Regulus’ hair. It’s probably greasy from last night still, but Regulus doesn’t care. Too desperate to be coddled right now to give a shit about anything else.

“Next year, don’t let Barty convince me to sign up for Fright Night.”

Because Barty’s powers of persuasion are terrifying and Regulus always ends up on the volunteer list for Fright Night. This year, he manned the haunted house.

He can’t imagine what would happen to the world if Barty used his powers for good. Or for literally anything beyond defying his father.

”You told me that last year as well but when I tried, you specifically signed up out of spite.”

Regulus sighs. He did do that. “I need to stop doing that.”

“You do,” James agrees, but he sounds fond when he says, “You’re a spiteful little thing.”

“You love me for it.” Regulus nudges his head up against James’ hand, trying to get James to move again. A huff of laughter stirs a few strands of hair, but James dutifully resumes.

“I do.” Regulus suppresses the happy shiver that courses through his body, still unused to the free flow of affection. No strings attached, just provided to him unconditionally. He thinks his body still needs to adjust. Learn to accommodate all that love, even after a few years.

Regulus can hear a smile in James’ voice as he continues with, “Also, you looked really fucking scary this year. I think I nearly punched you in the face when you popped out of the wall.”

“Thank you,” Regulus says, far too pleased.

“I didn’t see the Terror Twins, though.” It’s James' preferred nickname for Barty and Evan, even if they look nothing alike. “Were they in a different section? Or on break?”

Regulus blinks, opening his eyes to look at James. What a sight to behold. His hair is mussed and messy, his glasses sit low on his nose.

He’s shirtless even though fall has been creeping in for a while now. James is somewhat of a furnace, always overheating, but Regulus doesn’t mind as he eyes the hickey that is fading on James’ collarbone.

A book lies discarded in James’ lap. He was probably reading to pass the time until Regulus woke up.

He'd already been asleep when Regulus got home, a light still on and that same book on the floor where it tumbled out of James' hand, Regulus loved him for it.

“No,” he murmurs once he’s looked his fill. “I think they were up to something that is less scary and more traumatizing to witness.”

“Ah.”

Regulus stifles a laugh at the vague look of horror on James' face. “Ah,” he repeats.

James' hand stills again, but before Regulus can complain, James shifts to cup the back of Regulus' head instead. His eyes drop to Regulus' lips, gaze heavy. It drags all along Regulus' face and he feels it like a touch.

“You know,” James starts, “I’ve always been more of a visual learner...”

But he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence. There is no need. Regulus is already climbing into his lap.