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[pandorablues]

Actually so good

Showers & Scourers - M.R

a little angsty - a little sweet - a little riddle. enjoy xo

“Has anyone tried talking to him?” “What - and enter the dorm room of that volatile little shit? No fucking way!”

This is where you came in. The friend turned lover turned ex. Your presence hadn’t exactly been a common request when it came to Mattheo Riddle since the rather explosive and episodic breakup you’d had; rumour around the castle being you broke his heart first before the poor boy even stood a chance. However, his mates were well aware of the influence that you once had on him - that you now still, had over him. As such you had been summoned by requests, pleas, and near-begging to try and talk some sense into someone you had once loved who was so far removed from reality and lost in his own thoughts that you could only describe him as emotionally erratic.

Tomes, scrolls, notepads, furniture, curtains, clothing, shoes, a trunk, bedsheets,  quills - all tossed around the dorm as if a ventus charm had been cast and let loose to cause havoc within the confines of the room. Mattheo wasn’t usually violent - or well towards you at least. In the years that you’d known him; an intimidating threat or smartass comment were his more popular choices of menacing actions than a raised wand or fist; but this - the state of everything; discarded like trash made you thankful you nor anyone else was in his firing line.

The sound of running water from the ensuite he shared with the other 7th-years had you curious. Before you knew it; you found yourself still clothed beneath a heavy cascade of warm running water; steam challenging your breath as you pried the steel scourer out of Mattheo’s hand he had swiped from the kitchens and was using vexatiously upon his skin to try and rid himself of a mark he knew all too well was permanent. 

“Stop.” “No.” “Please?” “No.”

Any attempt to turn the shower off was blocked. His eyes were as red as his skin. His cheeks flushed, lips swollen from how harshly his teeth had taken to them. There was no use trying to argue with him. Trying to talk sense into him. Trying to reason with him. Trying to use logic. The boy was blighted, busted, broken. A rare sight; one that your memory wouldn’t miss. Deprived of all sense and sensibility - too messed up, too tortured, too destroyed; your arms snaked a little too comfortably around him; Mattheo closed his eyes immediately, his body betraying him as he sunk into the comfort of your embrace. The tender ministrations of your fingertips gliding through his hair calmed the turmoil within him suddenly. When you told him that everything was okay - that everything would be alright; it was like your words were a balm to his wounds, his soul.  Mattheo’s arms around your waist tightened. His grip was firm yet so, so far from bruising. It almost felt like he feared that if he let you go, you would disappear from him like the end of a dream. 

“I know you said you never wanted this - but it’s just a mark. It doesn’t change you.”

Oh, how he so desperately wanted those words to be true. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, you felt his breath hotter than the shower’s steam burning across your sensitive skin. You began to hum his favourite song; something you’d learned a long time ago would calm his nerves and that along with the feeling of your fingers still running through his hair managed to lull him into a sense of composure, of peace, that Mattheo had almost forgotten he was capable of feeling. His hands still resting at your waist moved unconsciously; almost habitually having his fingers curl into the dampened fabric of your shirt, acting almost like an anchor on you - like a sailor would to find refuse amidst a storm.

How long the two of you stood there for? You weren’t sure. The seconds turned to minutes turned to hours and his ragged breaths and half-choked, incoherent words indicated not so subtly that in and at this moment, Mattheo needed you. His once light, once angel, once love - and little did you know with everything going in the world outside of this shower, that you, undoubtedly would need him to.

[ohlittlefox]

best frens *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[waylonjenningswife]

more clone high ocs they’re all GAYYYY!!

elvis belongs to my gf!!!! @buddyhollysbuddyholly thank you gf !

I will be drawing lots of gay ship art of these lads

[sophszzz]

And here we see the sad queer in their natural habitat, crawling pathetically back to tumblr the minute ao3 goes down to check the tag

[hermitsandarchives]

Cubs always complimenting Scar on his various skins. IKNOW WHAT YOU ARE SCULK BOY.

While watching random Minecraft compilations, I tend to come across some… interesting moments. Such as everyone with Scar’s MCC 28 outfit.

Notable reactions being:

philza: *stares at Scar’s chest* Scar this doesn’t leave much to the imagination

Cub: there’s scar’s… outfit. He looks like a Christmas maid

Jimmy: *in chat* SCAR WOW (he also mentions a pull string, mans stuck in esmp 2)

[circuscrypt1d]

guess what

[puffypoffin]

This is actually the context for this pic guys trust me my uncle works at mihoyo

[thundersbugs]

mouse in the pantry

[rockabully]

he smells like shit

[nelsaqift]

me and my shadow knockoff

[catdile]

Assorted vampfrin doodles I made to layout ideas for a fic I’m trying to write I love vampfrin

[mayloony]

Do you want to be friends?

[brainfreeze27]

we're all just sitting in the waiting room

[unwri-ten]

Crazy how the earliest I drew them was like March or April

[crocodiller]

Embarrassing Part 1 - 2 - Part 3

[razztazzel]

POKEMON MENTION