#i’m doing my best

[thatgirlmegan]

mood lately

[endiecutieo6]

Heyo everyone I also like punch out and Aran Ryan. I’m trying to get out of my same face syndrome so please don’t mind me experimenting/being ass at lol

[lackadaisicallizard]

hello! in tlg, there's a scene of reg learning hindi for james, but never one of james finding out; how do you think that went?

Ooh yes that! Them learning each other’s languages is so special to me.

Please bear with me because I don’t speak Hindi (or French), but this is how it went:

The Long Game

An additional scene

“Come on you bastard,” James shouts at the TV, his voice double the volume of any reasonable human in an enclosed area.

Regulus is sitting sideways on the sofa, leaning against the arm with his legs resting in James’ lap. He looks up from his book; even after eight months together, his boyfriend’s ability to be completely enraptured by people running up and down a field truly puzzles him.

Sure Regulus looks at the screen every now and then, but he’d be lying if he said it was for anything but the close ups of fit players in shorts.

“Are you wining?” Regulus asks.

“Not if Erling Haaland can’t kick a ball straight for once in his fucking life.”

Regulus raises his eyebrows, doing nothing to keep the smile off his face. James’ eyes are still glued to the screen, and quite frankly his whole energy right now is really rather attractive. There’s not a lot that can make James angry, and his set jaw and piercing eyes are a sight that makes Regulus want to make him forget there’s a game on at all.

He’d never do that though, he knows how much it means to the older boy, and so he makes himself content with just watching the emotions play across his face.

The other team scores a goal then and all hell breaks loose. Regulus is fairly sure he hasn’t heard that much profanity come out of one person’s mouth in his entire life.

Effie appears in the doorway then, her hands on her hips.

“James, dhang se bolo aur chillao mat. I know you’re an adult but this is still my house.”

James has the decency to look apologetic. Even with a game on, he can’t ignore his mum.

“Sorry, Mum. We’re losing.”

“Phir bhi, gaaliyan kam se kam honi chahiye, theekhe?”

James shrugs, “Main koshish karunga.”

She looks disapprovingly at her son.

“I’ll make sure he does more than try, Effie,” Regulus promises.

Effie smiles at that. “This is why you’re my favourite. Use shaitaani karne se rokna.”

“Ek namumkin kaam,” Regulus comments.

Effie laughs. “You’re not wrong there.” She gives James one last stern look before disappearing back down the hallway.

Regulus goes to read his book again but feels James’ eyes on him. He looks up to see a look of complete disbelief.

“What?”

“You just spoke to my mum.”

Regulus’ mouth twitches. “Is that not allowed?”

“Regulus.”

“Yes?”

“You understood and spoke to her in perfect Hindi.”

Regulus is properly smiling now. “Is that a problem?”

There’s a moment of silence and Regulus can almost see the whirring of James’ brain. He then splits into a wide grin, the warmth spreading to his eyes almost immediately.

“You learned Hindi for me?”

“You learned French for me.”

James shakes his head, his expression soft. “I love you so much, Regulus Black.”

The older boy puts his hands on Regulus’ knees before leaning in, waiting for him to lean forward and meet him halfway. Regulus does so gladly, his love for James warm on his lips.

“Say it in French,” Regulus says, voice low.

James’ smile is back. “Je t’aime chaque jour davantage.”

Regulus takes his hand as he speaks. “Mai tumse humesha pyaar karunga.”

“Only forever? That’s not nearly long enough.”

And Regulus kisses him, because how else is he supposed to respond to that? Especially when he agrees. Forever is not long enough to love James Potter.

As they pull apart again James speaks. “Regulus, I love you so much and you learning Hindi for me means the absolute world and we will definitely come back to this moment, but-“

“James-” Regulus interrupts and James pauses in his rambling. Regulus smiles. “You can get back to the game, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll have plenty of time later to seduce you in multiple languages.”

James takes an audible deep breath. “Fuck me, I’m so lucky.”

“Don’t forget it,” Regulus winks at him before picking up his book again, settling back down on the sofa as he does so.

“Regulus.” James asks just before his attention is once again consumed by football.

“Mm?”

“We can talk about Sirius while he’s in the room now.”

And oh, the French and the Hindi is sexy, but that suggestion? Well, that’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

[crochet-chaos]

I’ve attempted to begin a battle vest, please give me advice I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing

[vacantgodling]

👉🏾👈🏾 comms?

[koushuwu]

WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY ↳ dedicated to @kimdokjas

[winterwandersland]

and so the rewriting begins…

[delulu-lu]

I cannot draw for the life of me ( it shows, what with the absurd vibe of amateurism) but despite that I obsessively doodled this because Drarry is ruining my life and my brain begs me to do something about it, so please take this lil thrash I’m offering depicting one of our most favourite quotes 💚🦁🐍❤️

Maybe I’ll get better at this as some point 🤔 any tips for aspiring ungifted artists with little to no talent but plenty of determination?

[honeycombhank]

The other day while out on a walk/jog I decided to snap some portraits of the wildlife around me

[cinnamonsly]

oh i haven’t posted here in like over 2 weeks mb 😭😭 still not working on a whole ton rn…… this art block got HANDS!!!!! im a bit more active over on instagram tho if yall wanna keep up w me there as well

[breadbrobin]

HOLDING MYSELF BACK FROM DROPPING A MILLION LOTR FACTS PER SECOND WATCHING WITH MY PARENTS IM SO BRAVE

[codgod]

fucked up that i can’t spam boop people as much as i want because of my internet situation rn. also probably doesn’t help that i’m going through a browser on my ipad but i feel like it’d be slow either way

[wheresmyfuckingchair]

Hey! Ive been involved with punk for a while, and I’m trying to do better about consuming/buying ethically.

I’m a minor, and have very little money. I thrift/buy second hand when I can, and diy a lot. I am teaching myself to sew, but it’s still not always enough.

Are there any other places I can go to buy clothes? Are there any major retailers whom sell stuff that I won’t feel guilty for buying/supporting?

[grumpymoons]

Anyways screw anyone who’s made me feel ugly or embarrassed about myself

One day I shall have a person who worships me and thinks I’m beautiful and funny and will rewatch my favorite anime with me 100 times even though it’s silly

[victonupdate]

it can be hard to keep up with all the bubble updates, as i don’t sign it. sorry if sometimes they are a little late! i always do my best to find seungsik’s and subin’s updates.

[poems-4-daze]

The Words I’ll Never Get To Say.

I think I’m in love with you.

I know, you won’t believe this…

heck you may even

reject me.

But I don’t think I’ll ever find

a time to tell you

otherwise.

Time is such a funny concept,

Because the clock ticks by

too fast

When it comes to me

and you.

Yet, every little moment,

Small or large,

Time forgets to present itself.

The clock just stops,

As if nothing else in the world

Matters, and it’s just

Me and You

At a standstill.

You may see yourself as

An asshat, weird, awkward, annoying…

Etc….

But you don’t see yourself,

Through my eyes of roses,

Tinted and filtered perfectly,

To catch the yourself

In the golden glow

Of the setting sun.

Your beautiful brown eyes gleaming,

Reminding me of spring sunrises,

Early morning roasted coffee,

Made and shared between

The two of us.

The way you’re so

Passionate

About everything you

Love.

From the stories

You put on an ivory page,

Littered with words,

Dark as the onyx

night sky.

Taking me

through glittering worlds

unexplored,

On a magic carpet ride,

That are in your

brilliant mind.

And to

The bright lights of the

Stage,

As you draw the audience in

With your performances

Like a moth to a flame.

Only then do I realize that

My love for you is

the same.

Drawn to my shining

Light that is,

you.

Despite your otherworldly aura,

You come back down to earth

As you hug me.

your warm embrace…

gives me solace,

Peace….

You feel like finally

Coming home after a

Long day that’s been

Without rest.

Your warmth

takes away the

Negative thoughts that

Swim and circle in

My mind like piranhas

Drawn to the blood

Of their prey.

And your voice,

Is as comforting as

The rumble of

Thunder in the distance,

Wrapping around my

Heart like a fluffy blanket.

Your comforting words

Whispered in my ear,

Lulling me into

a soundless and

Wistful slumber.

But what happens

When I wake up,

Sitting there in a daze

As time begins again.

And the once bright lights

begin to fade,

the curtain

begins to close.

Immediately I feel

myself begin to

fall.

Plummeting into

The dark abyss.

Feeling the wings,

That you gave me,

Melt off my back,

Like Icarus.

So….

Will you catch me

At the bottom?

Or

Will you stand tall

Next to the sun,

As you mock down at me

as I desperately reach for

Your artisan hands

Meeting my demise.

I don’t know what the

Future holds,

But, I find myself

Sitting on your bedroom floor

Gazing up at you

As I hear the clock

Begin to

Tick

Again.