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[ezeklies]

one day i’ll make a proper intro post but for now all you need to know is im probably gay and probably a marauders fan

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hello! i'm eurydice, but you can call me eury, or rye cheese, or anything you want, really. i'm a poet (not really, but my friends would call me one) and artist, and sometimes a model (though i've pretty much stopped now).

name : eury age : 18 pronouns : she/her gender : girl (sometimes rabid dog) sexuality : the fact that you think i know is a you problem, not a me problem relationships : that sounds illegal ethnicity : indian + arab. so mostly traumatised talents : pissing people off, throwing things, R.A.B (resting as a bitch phase) writing about grief, singing, cigarettes what i do : i'm a student. i'm also sometimes a model but i hate being on print, so it's mostly live shows near where i live what i don't do : most things. like...exist normally

t.v shows : good omens (used to be), brooklyn nine nine, gossip girl (to an extent), percy jackson, blue bloods, f.r.i.e.n.d.s, young sheldon books : all of them. any book ever. if i haven't read it, give it to me. i will now music : goth rock, hiphop and indie folk

you should follow them. that is a threat

@forflightlessbirds (padre) @pearatwar (my bite pillow) @im-on-crack-send-help (the prettiest girl in the world) @this-machine-runs-on-coffee (i love ALL reblogs go see them now) @totally-not-a-commie (LIL SIB <333) @charliecow (my chaco chip) (MATCHING HEADERS!!!) @sacrifical-lamb-core (i would die on a hill w this moot) @mcshizzle-the-fire-boy (VERY VERY COOL HAIR) @need-a-name-101 (older sister, AMAZING fic writer) @poppitron360 (poppitron is the BEST at making entire worlds flow seamlessly into each other. first time i read one of poppi's fics i was halfway through a bag of cheetos and didn't even care that i made my laptop dirty IT SUCKS YOU IN) @irateturtles (my pookie. go hug rn) @evemooniepeach (effortlessly cool <333) @circe-butbetter (TWIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN) @urmumsfan (president of my heart) @wastedonthesebutterflies (MY FAV POET GO READ EVERYTHING) @mi-stress-of-chaos (i want to eat her blog its so mwah) @shrimpler (SNOOPY!! and if that wasn't enough he's gen so cool) (also INSTA ART IS SO FIRE) @weebotaku21 (LOVE the recs. obsessed w her) @somewhereincairparavel (tastes like the best mint candy <33) @i-eat-homeless-people (impeccable vibes, gremlin <3) @ezeklies (BEST fic reccomender EVER. the remus to my sirius) @garden-of-runar (queen of my heart. i would kill for her) @gasolinehornet (buzz buzz his art is scrumptious) @yuuricino (IM BEGGING PLS blog is so artsy cool and fun and mysterious and i love love it. 'fuck this stupid baka life') @areyoubeingsirius (maurauders hcs for DAYSSS ily pookie) @olliegolliegee (house md and this boy has the funniest sense of humor ever) @sagwasagwa (SO PRETTY SO GORG) @adambadeau (obsessed with history its so cool sam ftw) (i stalk him regularly. i will fight u if u dont) @finleyforevermore (MY SWEETEST YOUNGER BROTHER everyone get out i am ready to maul a bear for him) @dyinginisolation (MY OTHER YOUNGER BROTHER would cause catastrophic ruin to the world if he asked. we would do it together, as a bonding exercise) @derrypubliclibrary (ANOTHER SIBLING <33 abolutely love the vibes, so fun. be nice to them or ill ferment ur trachea) @callmebyjay (CERTIFIED UNKLE. also a jb stan) @123letsgobestie (LISTENS TO QUINNIE IM OBSESSED WITH HER BLOG) @auntiejohn (she deserves to live in a ghibli movie. love love love her) @litrlymine777 (the cleangirl aesthetic + boarding school aesthetic....I LOVE love love it <33 she's awesome) @psychoticallykind (jess' microfics deserve the WORLD) @isolated-ink (this sweetheart has poetry that could rival the greats <3) @transiently-translucent (my pookie wookie snookums whom im headed to at 340 mph)

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[eurypotpourrie]

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summoning the pookies : @sagwasagwa @charliecow @wastedonthesebutterflies @finleyforevermore @ezeklies @adambadeau @circe-butbetter @im-on-crack-send-help @need-a-name-101 @somewhereincairparavel

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[eurypotpourrie]

@ezeklies ZEKEY LOOK

First Holiday - Jan. 25th - word count: 244 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Gryffindor common room was empty except for Sirius and Remus. Everyone else was out for the Easter break, leaving the castle pretty deserted.

“Moony,” Sirius whined from his armchair. “I’m bored.”

“Okay, and what do you want me to do about it?” Remus asked, not looking up from his book. 

“Dunno. But c’mere, please, Moonpie?” Sirius asked. 

Remus couldn’t deny him anything. “Of course, Pads,” he said, getting up from his own chair and putting down his book. He squeezed into Sirius’s armchair and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. 

“Thanks, Moony,” Sirius said, smiling dopily. 

Remus kissed the tip of his nose. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, darling?”

“You,” Sirius answered, staring right into Remus’s eyes.

Remus tried to focus and not get lost in those beautiful storm-gray eyes of his. “Aw, what about me?”

“You’re so pretty, ma lune,” Sirius sighed adoringly. “I love you.”

“Love you too, seren.” Remus grinned, pecking Sirius’s forehead. “What do you say we go up to bed?”

“Why?” Sirius scrunched his nose confusedly. “It’s three PM, Rem. Are your old man sensibilities getting to you?”

“I sure hope not,” Remus chuckled. “Nah, I was just wondering, ‘cause you said you were bored, right? And there’s no one here right now- and we could maybe-”

Sirius’s eyes widened at that. He leapt out of the chair, grabbing Remus’s hand and practically dragged him upstairs.

Needless to say, neither of them were bored for a good while after that.

[eurypotpourrie]

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@im-on-crack-send-help @ezeklies @adambadeau @dont-let-me-miss-you @wastedonthesebutterflies @charliecow @this-machine-runs-on-coffee @aimentalism

a man is on his knees in the street. he's drunk off his ass, hands raised and gesturing. in my religion - the one i learned at the curve of your feet - you taught me of the strange and beautiful things that rip into us, one by one. "ghurba", you'd taught me. "when your land is stripped from your aching limbs, and you are pushed into the arms of a mother tongue who's shape you do not recognize." i didn't understand it then, this death of a thousand deaths. but i understand it now.

the children who scream in bold and sing in italics are gypsies. dom people, wandering from their dens of mouth and their flowery dances. i watch from the fringes as a lady twirls, her skirts licking the flames of the fire in the manner of a whining dog. she speaks with her teeth, when i speak with my closed throat. both of us learn middle ground somewhere between the larynx and the trachea. "ceasefire", you'd spoken once, the edge of a marlboro littering your lips, red-bright and coal-hot. "they don't know what they speak of. the fires they light are the ones we put out. burning wood keeps the free nation warm, but they do not care if the driftwood is bark or bone." i think of a boy's house in ain ebel. his laughter still rings in the front, wonderfully his and no one else's. i think of his mother's sickness, of her cambridge degree that trumped her motherhood. she knew words like, 'profilgate', and 'malfeasance', but did not know to call her son home. no one prepares you for when it ends. you sit there, each day, quietly dreaming of a different life; when i grow old, i shall have a husband and dogs that lick my fingers. when i grow old, my bestfriend shall drink to the new years, and we will have cambridge degrees that sing for us like the gypsies. you never told me that you could stay young. that you could want to stay young, ever.

no one tells you that the ground can be pulled from under your feet. or that your bones could warm the fire of a nation that staggers, drunken and lost. you never told me what to do with my hands, now that you are not here to hold them.

there is a man on the street, and he is screaming for his mother. she knows too much of a foreign man's loping script. she does not know how to answer. the box presses in on you - i wonder if i should set in on fire, and let the flames lick my own skirts. i want to scream, but my throat is closed. you were my land, and my mother tongue.

i do not recognize the shape of you now.