#im confused ¿?

[daenysthedreamer101]

HBO's security apparently:

WHY AM I SEEING LEAKS EVERYWHERE???

[evermorepeyton]

i want so badly to come across one of these comments because this doesn’t feel real, i don’t go much on tiktok but is this……. real?

[loveeari]

billy: bro im so fucking tired someone needs to shoot me in the head im being so real rn flash: ?????? you can swear????? billy forgetting that he said all that in his captain marvel form and not in his street urchin fit: fuck

[dagrapesody]

They‘re in love

(Guys can we have more Marx and traitor/crowned magolor together plssss i need it)

[tthesongofachilless]

what parallell universe are we in if Carlos and Oscar are LAYING ON THE PRESS CONFERENCE COUCH TOGETHER AND BEING ALL GIGGLY WITH EACH OTHER

[marsipain]

What do you mean Morro is back

[62percentmaplesyrup]

So like do milevens listen to sturn???

Like whats do they think angst in my pants was abt????

[mcuyt-fluf]

JUST WENT TO CHEACK TWITTWE WTF IS HAPPENING

can someone please tell me why stress and iskal are leaving?

what the hell happened i was taking a nap and stress is gone? please comment r dm me im super congused

[purplekissinger]

The tower, the princess, the snake

She suffocates me with her coiling rings, She chokes me tenderly, engulfed me whole. And this unliving thing, this darkest thing, This terrifying thing — it is my soul. Zinaida Gippius, ‘She’

Soulmates AU. tw: mentions of death, a bit dark, canon Tom

At the orphanage, Tom never told anyone about these dreams, but even if he did, no one would have been able to explain anything to him. Dreams about a soulmate usually come along with the awakening of a magical gift. Sometimes later, never before.

Y/N was born, as they say, with a silver spoon in her mouth, into a rich family of purebred wizards. She grew up on the coast near Edinburgh in a cozy mansion, securely hidden from prying eyes. Y/N lived like a wildflower, but a flower that was dearly loved and protected.

Tom cherished these dreams. At first they were elusive and not very intelligible. All he could remember was something light and pure, like a cloud, like a sunbeam, something fresh and sweet like ice cream. Tom had never eaten ice cream, but after these dreams something honeyed melted on his tongue all day and he could breathe easily, as if after a thunderstorm.

Y/N was afraid of her dreams. She, too, could not tell what exactly she saw, but at night she was haunted by the vision of long gray benches, a tall, toothy fence and an acute, suffocating feeling of defenselessness, sadness, disorder, loneliness, cold, hunger. Sometimes it became so hollow that she would wake up in the middle of the night almost in a fever and run to her mother.

One day Tom dreamed that his mother was leaning towards him and hugging him tightly.

One day Y/N dreamed that she killed a rabbit.

Time passed, and dreams began to come less often, but more clear and meaningful. They were no longer a vague feeling of happiness that lit up the day, there was a person. A face. A little face? A girl?

A boy?

She lived like a princess in a castle, in some very large house in the middle of green meadows, almost never leaving it, and both parents loved her to death, and yet it did not harm her and she remained light, cheerful and friendly. Sunshine-like. Tom would want her to look in the mirror more often, otherwise her face was almost impossible to see. He wished she were here, with him, in reality.

He lived in some terrible place that was just impossible to imagine. Y/N had never heard of such a thing even in the scariest fairy tales. He called no one his friend. He considered himself above this, above everything that existed, and he pushed away with disdain what little warmth he received. Once he lured a boy and a girl into a cave, and they lost their minds. He never told anyone what he did to them, but Y/N saw everything.

By the end of the first year, Tom already knew what those dreams meant, and by the end of the second he realized that if this girl was studying, she was not at Hogwarts. For a long time he did not want to believe it, and when he finally did, he felt a cold rage slowly boiling inside. Are they hiding away something that was destined for him?

Y/N, like everyone else in her family, studied at home. Her parents had enough money to hire the best tutors, and her mother could not even imagine that her little girl would live in some castle on the island for six months, away from home. Y/N and her mother had no secrets from each other, except one. Her dreams.

Tom cherished every dream like a jewel, repeated it to himself, tried to remember every moment, every feature of her face. Every grain of this lightness was his only, and it was unthinkable to share those dreams. He guarded this secret almost more so than the secret of the Horcruxes.

He killed people, now she knew for sure.

They are now admiring something that is mine, Tom sometimes thought in melancholy. The sunny girl who illuminated his whole life belonged to him as much as his wand, as Marvolo's ring, as his rightful inheritance, and yet she was unforgivably far away.

He would never find her if she was careful enough.

He will definitely find her, and then he will find out who thought of hiding her, and then he will simply bury them.

***

There’s one extra year to prepare for the exams for those who study at home, and therefore Y/N had to take her OWLs on her sixteenth birthday. Always confident in her knowledge, she was now a little anxious: what if something went wrong and she would return home disgraced? For the first time in her life she rode on the Hogwarts Express, but hardly ever looked out the window. She kept repeating her notes on the history of magic.

In the evening it became chilly. Dressed in a terribly expensive robe of impeccably modest style, she got off at Hogsmeade station and placed her suitcase at her feet. As if spellbound, she looked at the silhouette of the castle imprinted on the sunset sky, and, probably, at that moment she regretted a bit that she had not spent all her life here.

The inside of the castle amazed Y/N even more. Together with two girls who also came here to take the exam, she stepped under the arches of the Great Hall and forgot to breathe, looking at the enchanted ceiling. Floating candles all around, as far as the eye could see, and above: constellations, constellations, the shining circle of the moon, constellations again...

“Yes, this ceiling is definitely a sight to see,” someone’s voice sounded over her ear. Y/N winced and turned around.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tom Riddle, Slytherin perfect,” said Tom. ‘You are probably taking an exam tomorrow? Professor Slughorn told me that homeschool students were due to arrive this evening’.

Y/N looked at him as if... well, yes, like a rabbit looking at a boa constrictor. Trembling, speechless. Tom smiled slightly, and there was nothing good in that smile. He recognized Y/N instantly, long before she saw him.

‘How was your trip? It's starting to get cold early now’.

“This is a dream,” Y/N thought in shock. “This is a dream, I’ll wake up now.” But for the first time in many years she saw this boy not in a dream, but in reality.

‘Shall I show you to the guest rooms?’ Tom offered kindly, extending his hand.

[kaityeliza]

call me a hater but i hate the whole 'sally jackson could have been a witch thing' we got in wottg like it just doesn't really make a lot of sense to me like its cute detail to add that she has this connection to hecate and all but it's just....not really needed in my opinion, just let the woman be clear sighted and be done but that raises another question for me at least would rachel have been considered for this 'magic school' hecate had? could most clear sighted mortals have the capability to do magic? is it just a sally thing? what about the people who went to this school? are they're just mortal witches and wizards running around in the pjo universe?

[jess-l0l]

can someone tell me whar an allosexual is?

[goldfishwithablowtorch-deactivat]

Rereading the series and what does this mean? Like I never figured out what this meant is this a common thing or am I just being dumb someone help please

[the-ravenist]

I'm so sick of having crushes

why am I the one who has to fall for your charms?

Why am I the one who ends up overwhelmed when I'm overthinking about you?

Why am I the one who tries to understand you?

Why am I the one who falls for you all over again when I knew I was over you?

Why me damnit?

[star-dust-shark]

Guys I’m like 99% sure I’m autistic, and I’ve been peer diagnosed twice and told by a professional that I have it ( though It wasn’t actually someone who was able to give me a diagnosis ) so I have a question

Is it inappropriate to call myself autistic or…?

[carnalcorset]

ur mind is ur only limit

[z3-ra]

Alright so I was on Twitter checking it out and then I saw or found this. SR PELO. SHIPS THEM HELP I'm dying. Did not expect that.