#I am. so sorry

[apollos-boyfriend]

guy who is soooo normal about the story of icarus

[pachiiblr]

I know i literally just posted part 1 however part 2 (i am having so much fun)

[boba-pearl-writes]

1/31 - remember- word count: 741 - @rosekillermicrofic - major character death

It was just a normal mission. Another one of those “strike fear in the hearts of the muggles and they will listen” assignments. They didn’t even have to take down any aurors this time.

And then they saw Moody.

Mad-Eye Moody was one of the best aurors that there ever is, was or will be. At least, that’s what the auror department called him. They weren’t joking, either. The only people who remotely stood a chance against him were the inner circle of the Dark Lord- which included Barty and Evan.

Barty was a promising Death Eater, and, because of his smarts and cleverness, quickly rose up the ranks. Evan was one of the best duellers they had, who had once, before, taken down three aurors at the same time.

Moody, this time, though, had the element of surprise. 

As soon as he saw them, he cast an expelliarmus towards Barty, and Barty was too slow to dodge. Then, Evan sent a dark hex back at him, and Moody blocked it with a well timed protego. 

They sent hexes and curses back and forth while Barty got on the floor and swept his hands across the ground to try to find his wand. His hand closed around the familiar wood and then-

“DIFFINDO!” Moody yelled, just as Barty whipped around and yelled “STUPEFY!” Moody crashed backwards into a tree from the force and desperation of the spell. At the same time, Barty heard a strangled scream of pain from behind him. 

Fuck. 

Evan. 

Barty turned back around and rushed to where Evan was stumbling back against a wall, hand and arm pressed against his chest protectively. Barty helped Evan sit down, helpless as the blood seeped out from behind his hand. Barty gently pried Evan’s hand away to reveal a deep slash across Evan’s chest. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered under his breath as Evan coughed blood onto the ground. Barty didn’t have the spell to help Evan, and he doubted there was a spell strong enough to bring anyone back from this. The gash was too deep, Barty was pretty sure the spell had affected his heart. 

They didn’t even have hope. In those last moments, all they had was desperation. 

Barty’s mind was frantic, trying to figure something out. Something, anything. Please. 

He couldn’t live without Evan. He wouldn’t. 

“I-“ Evan rasped, fighting to get the words out. Evan’s beautiful hazel eyes connected with Barty’s own gray blue ones and Barty went still. 

For once, Barty went still and just looked. He looked at Evan, looked at him like a drowning man grasping for straws, like a thirsty man gulping down fresh water. 

“Barty,” Evan said, and tears welled up in Barty’s eyes. He wrapped his arms around Evan carefully, trying not to disturb the wound. He tried to hold on as tight as he could to something that was so fragile it could crack in his arms. 

“Evan,” he said, and his voice cracked. “Rosie, angel, don’t go. Don’t leave me.”

“Don’t- don’t do that. Please, Bee, I don’t- I can’t- I never wanted to leave you.”

“Ev-“ Evan looked like he was confessing something- something of finality, an ultimatum. 

“I love you so fucking much,” Evan said, and his voice cracked. He started coughing out blood again, and Barty helped him through it, then laid him down so that Evan’s head rested on his lap. Evan raised a hand to Barty’s face, his fingers brushing Barty’s cheekbones. “Don’t forget me.”

Barty placed a hand over Evan’s. “Never. I-“ Barty let out a wet laugh “-you’d have to kill me and suck my soul out to make me forget Evan Rosier. My Rosie.” He offered a small, tearful smile.

Evan’s eyes fluttered, like they did when he was tired. Barty didn’t want to think about that. He tightened his grip on Evan’s hand. 

“Remember to…” Evan trailed off, then blinked a few times, each blink longer than the last. “To find me after this life. Or in the next.”

“I promise,” Barty whispered. Evan’s face softened. 

“Love you, Bee.”

“I love you, too, Rosie.”

When Evan’s breath slowed, and then stopped, when his heart didn’t beat out those familiar rhythms Barty knew anymore, when his eyes closed for the last time, Barty buried his face in the crook of Evan’s neck and cried. 

Evan was gone and, with him, so was a piece of Barty’s soul. 

[culpeppercheckers721]

Happy Friday once more!

Have a mildly NSFW Townhull meme I apologize in advance for. 🤪

Don’t ask me about my Townhull headcanons unless you are prepared for me to not be able to keep it PG-13. 🤡

Y’all lmk if you think I need a stronger set of tags, guessing no since it’s just tiny text but still 🤪

[sssaturnsnake]

can we please kill him with hammers or something (outfit 377 for @sanjiartcollab)

[jacenotjason]

Someone please redraw this with Jack and John

[mintedwitcher]

I had a terrible awful no good very bad scene pop into my head and so now I must inflict it on you all.

(bucktommy, MCD)

Its a miserable fucking day. Gloomy and humid, with the promise of a storm on the horizon. He's got a flat tire and he's pulled over to the side of the road to change it. He thinks it'll be fine, he's got time before the storm hits. Time to get home. Time to see that gorgeous smile and those big blue eyes.

He's got time.

The storm comes out of nowhere. Drenches him in a minute flat. It's the kind of storm you can't even breathe through. Hard, heavy rain. Earthshaking thunder. Blinding lightning. His coat is soaked through in a matter of minutes, water rushing over his head. It doesn't feel like rain. It feels like he's under a faucet. Just constant water pouring down on him. His grip on the wrench slips as he tries to fasten the last lugnut on the tire. It's the last one, come on, he's so close to being done. Then he can get back in his warm, dry car, and get the hell out of here.

His grip slips again and this time, the momentum makes him tip forward, whacking his head against the tire well and his fist into the asphalt. He swears and shakes out his fist. That's not great. His boyfriend is going to worry. He always does. Those big blue eyes go so soft and concerned, his mouth tilts down, his brows cinch together. It's miserable.

He loves it. Loves him. There's a little velvet box in his car right now, hidden in the bottom of his duffel bag.

The last lugnut goes tight, and he sighs. He picks up the spare and throws it into the back seat. He'll worry about proper storage later. It doesn't matter right now.

He's still got time. They agreed on nine tonight. It's only a quarter til eight. He's got time. He opens the driver's door.

The headlights come out of nowhere and too late to react.

With a scream and a drawn out honk and the sickening crunch of metal-hitting-flesh-hitting-metal, all there is now is pain. Agony. Denial.

He's got time, right?

The car was so fast.

There's a woman in the rain now, screaming and sobbing into her phone as she stands over him.

"-out of nowhere-"

"-dont know, I think-"

"-y God he's still alive, you have to-"

He's... he's got time. Right?

Flashing red and blue. Sirens. More shouting. Thunder booms. Lightning flashes.

An ambulance. He knows what they look like. Seen enough of them. Worked in some too. Cleaned more than he can tell you.

He couldn't tell you his name now, if you asked.

He should've had time.

He's going to miss the movie.

Sterile, white, bright lights. A hospital.

No one's shouting now. Someone's crying. He can't turn to see who it is.

The slam of a door, a sudden hush.

"You don't need to be here, man."

"Yes I do."

A face hovers over his now. Those big blue eyes. That sad, concerned pinch in his mouth and across his brow. His eyes are shiny and wet. Is he crying? Why is he crying?

"Don't cry," he says, but it comes out garbled. Misshapen. Someone gasps. There's more crying.

"Don't try to talk," that sad, concerned mouth says. "You just sleep, okay? I'll be right here when you wake up, I promise."

"Thank you," he tries to say. Those big blue eyes go soft. He puts a hand to his face.

"Of course, Evan."

He closes his eyes. Tommy holds it together until the monitor flatlines.

They were supposed to have time.

[damnedrainbows]

@justiceiswrath

"Ah Satan! Just the man I was hoping to see! I don't think we know each other that well, but you are good friends with my young charge, Niffty! Lucifer and I were wondering if we could ask you a question. Do you take golden showers?"

[missionel]

hey i don't know how large the overlap between gen 5 pokemon fans and pizza game fans is but um. have this horrible abomination i cooked up last night 👍

[antebellumite]

this is the worst one yet.

[daedalus-over-heaven]

Hey. Mechs fans. Whatever you do, don’t listen to Drift Away from Steven Universe while thinking about Jonny waiting by the airlock for Nastya to come home after she went out. Just don’t. It’s too painful.

[autismcheese]

How to go back in time and not vent publicly

[sam-is-tired]

Hello, I'm from Gaza City because of the war,my house was destroyed. We lost everything,my family and I did not have anything left. We left our homes in search of a safe place and we were displaced three  times to different places to survive, but unfortunately there's no safe place in Gaza. My mother is very sick and she's a kidney failure patient in need of treatment outside. She suffers from LS. Help me and my family to survive. Please, your small donation can make a huge difference. A friend outside Gaza has come in to help me run the donation program so that my mother can be evacuated

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[thormanick]

Me: *seeing info about that One Interaction between Wriothesley and Neuvillette with the umbrella*

Me: don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it don’t d-

My brain, unprompted and unabashed: what is this, miraculous ladybug?

[maggyoutthere]

Ok gonna empty the asks before the year ends

[zipstick]

humphrey bone? who are you boning? men?