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I'll be hosting my own kinktober, where the only thing allowed is two characters asking each other for consent to watch paint dry

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sat in my undies and my cowboy boots. procrastinating

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STOP using anti-IWTV language. instead of saying, “how the fuck am i going to survive until 2026,” try, “i have been given a reason to endure until 2026”

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ASSAD ZAMAN as Armand Interview with the Vampire “Like the Light by Which God Made the World Before He Made Light"

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Nosferatu (Robert Eggers, 2024)

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age regressed to the 12th century. beheaded a man in the street because I felt like it, and I wanted to

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reading devils minion fic at the ethel cain listening party. waiting.

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Best SDCC2025 genre found: jam reiderson judging eric together

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sports bra and boxers can be lingerie if you're enlightened and impure of heart

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I LOVE WILL MANIPULATING HANNIBAL

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Believe it or not this ship is serious to me

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"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

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It would have taken another immortal to keep up with him.

so i haven't read the books but i did read the Devil's Minion chapter and this part made me laugh out loud:

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we are the daughters of the women you couldn’t sell to one direction

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mental - jegulus - background drarry - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 296 - anon request for jegulus finding out about drarry

“Draco Malfoy?” James hissed to his husband, green eyes wide with shock and disgust. “What the fuck? He’s mental. It could’ve been anyone else, and–”

“James, calm down,” Regulus drawled, putting down the stack of plates he’d been carrying and stepping closer to the taller man so the two teenagers in the dining room wouldn’t hear. “You really think anybody could’ve been better?”

“He’s…he’s basically his cousin, and–”

“Harry and I aren’t blood related,” Regulus reminded him with an eyeroll. “They weren’t raised as cousins, either. They didn’t even meet until school!”

“But he’s…he’s a Slytherin!” James whined. Instantly, though, he grimaced, realizing his words. “Not that they’re all bad. Obviously, love, you’re perfect.”

“Mhm. Sure,” the shorter man said in a patronizing voice. 

“They fought for ages. They were on rival Quidditch teams for years. They–they dueled in the Halls and don’t forget the time Malfoy called Hermione a mudblood! Sure, he seems to have changed since then but…he calls him Potter, for crying out–” But James stopped short as he spoke because with every item on his list, Regulus just nodded, his smile getting bigger and bigger. “What?”

“Nothing, Potter. Just can’t help but draw some similarities,” Regulus smirked, crossing his arms.

Instantly, James’s eyes grew as wide as galleons. “No,” he gasped. “No, it’s not….”

“He’s your son, James. Did you really expect this not to happen?” the shorter man asked gleefully. “Salazar, I’d be shocked if he hasn’t proposed six times already, what with your track record.”

The taller man deflated. “I…have no argument against this, do I?”

“None at all,” Regulus said firmly, grabbing the pudding they’d prepared for the evening and heading back into the dining room, just in time to hear Draco Malfoy drawl, ‘Don’t be an idiot, Potter.’