#skittles rambles

[friends2go]

john and paul frotting in their leather pants during hamburg..... has anyone thought about this yet

[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]

I got drunk last night for the first time in quite awhile and woke up this morning to coffee grounds on the floor and my dog looking very proud of herself. I also made some very good vodka sauce last night. Win some lose some I guess.

Also does anyone know how to get stains out of carpet?

[necr0dork]

people need to stop treating fictional characters like they're real people

it's so annoying

"simping over this character is objectifying them!!!" THEYRE LITERALLY OBJECTS. THEY DONT EXSIT. THEY CANT BE OFFENDED, MADE UNCOMFORTABLE, ETC, BECAUSE THEY DONT EXIST.

[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

[de4thbycre4tion]

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

[actuallyregulusblack]

cosplay isn't enough i wish to become young barty crouch jr

[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

[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]

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.

[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

[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.

[necr0dork]

damn getting simultaneously both nauseous and aroused over stuff like gore is strange

like dude, why can't my brain just choose one. why both. why is that needed.

[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. "

[moonyslunatic]

I have a theory that anyone who's fallen into the Marauders Era vortex is at least a little bit masochistic.

The baseline for the Marauders is tragedy and you knew this the moment you stepped into it. They all fucking die in horrible ways. None of them gets a happy ending.

I'm not even talking about cannon (if that's even a thing). There are some bloody gut-wrenching fics out there.

We love some angst. We love it when writers tear our hearts out, shatter them to pieces and turn us into a crying mess over some tragic fictional gays.

I admit that there is some occasional fluff to ease the pain. We have this urge to fix it. Please please please, let Remus and Sirius share a life. Let James and Lily raise their son. Hell, let James save Regulus from that horrible fate.

But us Tumblr girlies can't help it, we're allured to these people who lived hard and died young, who loved fiercely, enough for three times their lifetimes.

They didn't get to live long, but man, did they live in the short time they had.