#skittles rambles

[friends2go]

the year is 2075. i own a house and have a family, maybe a couple of cats. i log onto my social media of choice and see yet another book about john lennon has been released. it too, includes a very gay quote about paul mccartney.

[vinyl-pop]

My knee is killing me, I have low blood pressure, I have an ass ton of homework and stupid executive dysfunction won’t let me get out of bed and do shit (thank the lord my iPad was on the floor nearby). But uh- other than all that stuff, I’m feelin good. Got the first page of The Choices we Make done, working on the second and uh- was my cousin’s birthday so I got some cake. Yay.

[trashpunkrat]

You can tell I’m drunk when I start reblogging posts with whole ass essays in the tags

Also it’s been awhile since I’ve written a homegrown text post so hi y’all. I don’t know any of y’all and I doubt y’all know me but I appreciate all of my followers and I hope you have a good day

[arianwyn-art]

hc that everyone at hogwarts just calls barty “barty,” because he makes a point to distance himself from his father and nobody really knows his full name, but the skittles are close enough to him that they’re allowed to call him bartemius as a joke. just imagine.

evan: barty. get down.

evan: bartemius. off the table.

or

dorcas: and then fuckin bartemius had to go and-

marlene: im sorry what

[daystarpoet]

•ྀ༅ money power glory ೄ

barty crouch jr x gn!reader. modern!au. request. barty is so loaded with his daddy’s money that he lets you buy whatever you want cause he spoils you like that.

one thing about bartemius crouch jr, he had a vast fortune to his disposition, hence why he was dressed in extremely expensive clothes that still highlighted his personal unpolished style. form balenciaga trousers, to chunky off-white rings, that money was there, and it was going to be spent.

his father’s job as a lawyer was what allowed him to have this fortune to use in the first place. bartemius crouch sr wasn’t exactly all that aware of his son’s purchases, but neither did he seem to care.

but barty didn’t only buy things for himself, no. the trust fund money went also to fulfill barty’s partner’s desires. words of affirmation wasn’t barty’s cup of tea when it came to love-language, he would much rather hold your hand as you pinpointed everything in the mall you wanted to get. it felt a bit ridiculous, letting your boyfriend spent thousands of pounds on you as if they were mere pieces of paper. yet the man was always quick to reassure you had nothing to worry about.

barty’s only condition was that you’d make use of the wide arrange of your favourite perfumes, and pieces of jewellery you now had in your possession thanks to him. the sight of his partner wearing the clothes he had bought for them was rewarding enough, sparking a flicker of pride inside of him.

the mall was filled with indistinct conversation among individuals with backgrounds akin to that of barty. god forbid he was caught taking you shopping somewhere that wasn't filled with top-brand stores.

the onset of the holiday season engendered a particularly strong desire to procure gifts for one's loved ones, accompanied by particularly indulgent shopping offers. barty had taken the particularly kind initiative to accompany you in your christmas-related travesty.

“alright, anyone else missing?” barty mused, shooting a glance your way, one arm around your shoulder, and the other holding five different bags of presents you had selected. “i don't think so, no.” you reply, not paying too much mind to what you had said.

“wow, love, you injure me, deeply.” a taunting chuckle accompanied his mock-hurt statement. “and don't give met that confused expression, you know what i'm talking about.”

“enlighten me, please.” you tell barty, once again, him and his teasing. “you are yet to buy something for *me*. here i am, letting you use all of my daddy dearest's money, and i get nothing as gift… how hurtful.” he pouted, marking his words in complaint.

“as if i'd buy your gift right in front of you!” you reply, pushing his arm away from your shoulder. “your exasperating, did you know that?”

“so i've been told.” barty pulled you close one again, pecking the side of your head. “you better get me something or i will so stop spoiling you.” he didn't mean it, of course he didn't.

[de4thbycre4tion]

Sometimes I randomly remember that Barty Crouch Jr is canonically blonde and has freckles and I giggle

[risetherivermoon]

dorcas showing barty, regulus, evan & pandora how to carve a pumpkin after finding out none of them know what jack-o-lanterns are,

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Evan Rosier in a tight white t-shirt, silver dog tag necklace, ripped black jeans and beat up old Stan smiths

And Barty Crouch Jr absolutely foaming at the mouth and stumbling over all his words and tripping over whenever Evan looks at him and yeah

[allaboutlov3]

Regulus: How do you guys keep doing it? Evan: I'm going to need a little more information if I'm expected to answer this question. Barty: I don't! The acceptance of the general public? Easy, we’re awesome. The ignorance of the few others? You kinda get used to it and also, we’re awesome. And our unbelievably good and exciting sex life which will certainly be written about and celebrated even after our death? Huh? You've guessed it. I'm just really good in bed. Oh and we’re awesome.

[zacshian]

@rosekillermicrofic | Rosekiller | Word Count: ~450 | Prompts: Forbidden, Forest, Smile | Date: 5 July

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"Are you crazy?"

"Shh", Barty hissed.

Evan raised his senses, alarmed by the ripples on the lake. He waited. One. Two. Three. Then carelessly questioned, "Why are we here, Bee?"

"Shh." That was the flat reply.

Evan aimlessly followed the tall boy under the wispy moonlight. Their robes skated over the soil like a phantom. Barty moved dangerously towards the Forbidden Forest and an unknown uncanny feeling strapped them at their movements.

They shouldn't be here, lurking in the shadows of the forest, at the mourning hour of a grimmy night.

"Have you seen the moon?", Barty whispered.

"What's about it?"

"It's beautiful."

"So?", Evan asked.

"It's a lunar eclipse tonight."

"And?"

Barty halted, making the feeble torso of Evan bump into his body.

"I will show you", Barty said, an excitement erupting in him as he turned back to meet Evan's confused eyes.

Then, Barty strictly held Evan by his wrist and they ran. They ran till they found themselves deep into heart of the forbidden land.

Evan heavily breathed, "Have you lost your mind?"

Barty chuckled. Then he said, "Can we wait for some more moments?"

"What's -"

They didn't have to wait. It happened in no time.

The sky blacked out. The moon disappeared as if a big spoon had scooped it from the vast expanse of the night. Evan stood petrified, unable to clear his head.

He whispered, "Bee?"

But, where was Barty? Evan threw his arms, pulled his wand, "Lumos!"

A faint light erupted. But it wasn't enough. There was no Barty, and without him the world was collapsing. It felt like a thousand many emotions pounding his heart.

The light evaporated. And Evan dared not to lighten it again because he was scared, he wouldn't find Barty.

A low, clouded voice erupted from his mouth, " Bee?"

And that was it. A roar or a scream or just maybe an eruption.

Evan saw a silken white fabric, or atleast it looked like one, which swirled past him, whooshing to the left then towards the right. It was bright yet transparent, like a ghost but brighter than the moon. It went through Evan and around him, dancing in the air, swaying along the breeze.

Then it took the shape of a fauna that plainly bounded around Evan, illuminating him. It carved into a silver crown over his head, then touched his lifted wand and disappeared just the way it appeared.

Evan was quite. The sudden change in brightness, blinded him but when he could finally make out his surroundings, he saw Barty smiling.

"What was that?", Evan said.

"Magic."

"That was crazy."

"That was", Barty admitted.

"That was beautiful."

"You are beautiful."

The moon slowly appeared among the clouds. Lunar eclipse doesn't last long. But the smile of his lips that Evan had, seemed like lasting forever.

"Happy Birthday, psych", Barty said.

"I love you, maniac. "

[friends2go]

society has forgotten just how hot paul was in his 20s. if i was john i would have a hard on at all times

[vinyl-pop]

i just watched the new session of screr life and my god. someone better draw weeping angel!Etho or i’m gonna do it myself. do i kbow how to draw weepingn angels? no. do i even have a design for Etho? also no. but that shit is cool as hell and i wanna see it.

[kitkat-moon]

I’m gonna pull a Barty and put green in my hair. I can’t help it. Pls, I have to <3 istg. HES SO PRETTY!!!

TELL ME HES NOT HOT ISTG

[calc1fers]

barty is the leader of the sassy man apocalypse

[de4thbycre4tion]

Barty Crouch Jr with reading glasses.

[risetherivermoon]

evan is as crazily obsessed and possessive with barty as he is with him, and i need to see this shown more

once theyre dating evan starts giving everyone who even looks at barty in any kind of way a hard death glare, and barty just goes feral over it, evan will insult someones entire bloodline because they flirt with barty and bartys just giggling and kicking his feet

evan gets jealous and he does it in a way where there's something so clearly wrong but hes just like "what?? really?? its fineeee." (newsflash, it isn't) where as barty will get jealous and he'll just be like: "im jealous, i want to kill that guy"

evan with his arms around bartys shoulders from behind while bartys talking to someone, him trying to explode people with his mind,

because evan has had to watch barty be with people and not see him for so long even though he was right in front of him this entire time that he will lose his mind if thats ruined