#so valid

[sunriseabram]

I too would be like this if I could grasp the mintitties

ok ill stop now

[fairymonk]

https://www.tumblr.com/fairymonk/774870400470564864?source=share

me about marisha's ships

[pinkelotjeart]

Hermitcraft fan spotted in class

I didn’t actually shout, I wrote her a note cus we were supposed to be quiet 😭 (translation: not to stalk you but you watch Minecraft YouTubers?)

[sysiheart]

Odysseus really said "im not listening to this song anymore" and shot a man

[venusxblue]

Ah yes, a pilot and his unemployed house husband

[sdv-confessions]

the only reason I can’t romance Sebastian is because I CANNOT handle the smell of cigarettes lol, I know it’s a game but I still can’t do it

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[fictive-culture]

fictive culture is everyone talking about missing their source but im fuckin glad to be out of that shithole

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[kalgalen]

one of my favorite things about the magnus archives/protocol is that half the time when people ask jonny in-depth lore questions he's like "man idk i just work here"

[alexbkrieger13]

I believe Rolfo and Magda have awakened the gay in my younger sister

I asked her how is Sweden playing and she just saw them post Jovi-incident and said "they look so good I don't even remember"

Congratulations to my parents ig, 2/2 gay daughters who love woso

[wolfstarsdocs]

James Potter was an attractive bloke—everyone knew him, everyone saw him, and more than that, everyone WANTED him.

However, there was only one boy James had his eye on. He had short black hair, a sharp nose with an even sharper tongue, and his silver rings wrapped around his fingers tight—the same way James wished those same fingers would grab him.

The best part was, he wanted James back. James knew it. He just didn’t know how to lock down Regulus Black. After years of trying (and failing), James was at a loss. The solution finally came to James when he wasn’t even seeking it.

A Gryffindor party, fresh off of a win against Ravenclaw: James was drunk off his ass, dancing in the middle of the common room to whatever guitar-heavy song Sirius decided he wanted to make out with Remus to. Bodies draped themselves on him, one after the next, all vying for a dance, and who was James to not indulge? He would put his hands on the girls’ hips, let them sway against his chest, he’d let the boys stroke his biceps and touch the dimples on his back that were exposed where his red tee shirt rode up.

Oh, yes. James was never lacking in attention. He’d dance a song with them, then slip away out of reach as soon as the melody changed.

At last, the song switched again. James slipped out of the hold of whatever Hufflepuff girl had her hands on him, and danced away to the opening guitar riff, when a new set of Ravenclaw hands grabbed him and pulled him against a strong chest. James laughed and went willingly, swinging his hips. The bass line thumped through the common room, and it was like it announced the arrival of the three boys dressed in Slytherin green.

James’ brown eyes immediately snapped to Regulus—how could they not? His pale skin, his slender figure, and his carved cheekbones immediately made him the most beautiful person in a room to James. Regulus leaned against the wall, scanning the room, when he locked eyes with James. He then looked behind James and the Ravenclaw currently running his hands up James’ sides, guiding his hips in circles, and his gaze narrowed. James didn’t break eye contact as he danced and gyrated, his body moving languidly in practiced motion. The tension was so thick, he felt it fill up the room, stifling: James loved it.

Strange as it was, this was normal. It happened every time Gryffindor had a party, even. Regulus would walk in, watch James dance with whoever was in the vicinity, drink, chat with Sirius for a moment, and then leave with Barty and Evan when they inevitably wanted to shag—Regulus never wanted to stay alone.

It’d be a lie if James said he didn’t feel disappointed every time Regulus would leave without speaking to him. But his piercing gray eyes watching, observing, sharp and steady, always made up for it.

Tonight felt like any other night, really, and James was growing more frustrated by the week. He decided that tonight was the night he didn’t care anymore. He always held Regulus’ gaze when he danced, but tonight? Tonight, he shut his eyes. He closed his eyes reverently as he leaned his head back on the shoulder of the Ravenclaw boy behind him—Tony? Todd? Whatever. It didn’t matter because Regulus didn’t care. So why should James? He shut his eyes and let the music consume him. The power chords chewed into his body, and the piano keys spat him right back out.

James rolled his head on his neck, brown skin on display for all those watching—and plenty were watching. But as he noted before, tonight was different. Tonight, James felt lips on his neck. They kissed and sucked and it felt different. The hands on his hips were gripping him just on the wrong side of tight. That was different too. But the most different thing about tonight?

A hand wrapping around his tie and tugging. James gasped and his eyes fluttered open as he was ripped from the grasp of the Ravenclaw behind him. He looked down and saw a pale hand adorned in silver rings. His gaze traveled up to an unmarked throat, a sharp jawline, and finally into graygraygray eyes.

Regulus tugged him close by his tie, and placed his pink lips on James’ throat and James fought to not shatter right then and there. Those lips felt nothing but right. They kissed, and nipped and sucked at his caramel brown skin, and this time, James couldn’t fight the noise he made as hands flew up to Regulus’ shoulders, gripping tight, making sure that this was real. That Regulus Black finally decided to have him.

“Regulus?”

Regulus’ stormy eyes looked up sharply, then they softened as they flickered across James’ face in disbelief. They twinkled with cocky amusement, and his lips quirked into a tiny semblance of the devastating grin that only belonged to him and his brother.

“Forgot me already, Potter?” Regulus murmured.

James gulped. “I—I thought you didn’t…I didn’t know you…”

Regulus twisted his hand in James’ tie, tugging him closer, his smile growing wider.

“Yes you did, Jamie. Don’t lie, now.”

James gawked in disbelief. “Regulus…I—when did you…?”

Regulus stopped him with a kiss. James couldn’t help but melt into it, tangling his hands in the black hair he dreamt about running his fingers through for years. Regulus slowly pulled away as James softly whined. One ringed finger traced down James’ brow all the way to his chin, his hand cupping James’ cheek. It was more tender than he ever thought possible for Regulus Black.

“Forever, Jamie. Forever.”

[briebysabs]

Orv fans: Drop them drawlz, pretty boy 🫦

KDJ: Pretty boy? Look lady I just wanna-

Fans: GOD drop them drawlz. SHOW ME THAT ASS

[evermoredeluxe]

👹 for me it was enough 👹

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

Npd culture is one bad thing happens to you and you come to mope around on this blog (get ready for more asks)

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[t3acupz]

the most iconic thing about matthew brown is that he was written to be just another killer of the week but jonathan tucker played him as if he had the biggest stalker crush on will and that is so real

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

Words cannot describe how much I fucking love this 😂🖤

The pose

The grapes

The thirst

Perfection🤌🏻

[rubbish78]