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Childe referring to Pulcinella as "the old man" in the 4.6 trailer.

It's the same words he uses for his father (at least in EN) and he says that Pulcinella "looks at him like family" in his profile voicelines (even if he also questions whether it's genuine).

A somewhat parental figure who does accept him, unlike his actual parents. Or everyone else, really.

This... doesn't look good.

Childe, darling, this is a politician. Maybe you should stop blindly trusting creepy old men.

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Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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barty crouch jr. is eleven the first time evan rosier takes his breath away.

he's a second year in barty's house, with warm brown skin and blonde hair and amber eyes that flash gold in the sunlight. he knows regulus. one of barty's dormmates, somehow, and he smiles at barty like he wants to know him, too.

barty is thirteen when he finally figures out what the butterflies in his stomach mean.

they're sitting down at the lake, barty on the grass, soaking up the sun. pandora sits on a blanket next to him, her half of it in the sun, the other half underneath regulus in the shade of a tree. dora's busied herself with making flower crowns, and evan and dorcas are swinging at each other and laughing, both ankle deep in the water of the black lake. evan reaches up to kick water at her, and the silver of his anklet - a thin chain with a silver daisy charm hanging off of it - catches the light.

dorcas ducks away and shoves evan square in the chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps before he finally lands hard on the grass next to barty. it must've hurt, even in the soft green, but instead of wincing, he just turns to barty and grins.

oh, barty thinks. it's so obvious, he thinks.

barty is a fourth year the first time he kisses evan rosier.

it's the first christmas he doesn't go home for. he spends long hours knocking about the castle, staying out past both the regular curfew and the one made later for the break.

"can't sleep, crouch?" evan had asked him, making him jump, polished prefect badge - no doubt pandora's handiwork - sparkling from his collar. and suddenly there was mistletoe and the chance to finally make his fantasies a reality. there was the taste of evan's lips (vanilla) and the smell of his shampoo (cucumber) and the feeling of his arms around barty's waist (intoxicating).

even on that dreary, cold evening, there was hope.

barty is a sixth year when regulus begins going out with james potter.

they're on the train, barty halfway out the window, evan's arms tight around his middle in the fear of him falling, and barty hoots with laughter when regulus jumps into potter's arms. potter's a seventh year like evan. head boy, a gryffindor, and one of pandora's best friends, for some reason.

"leave them be, barty," evan snorts, pulling him back through the window. barty watches him, opening his mouth to speak, only to be swiftly cut off by his boyfriend adding, "we can be as dramatic as we like, but i'm not risking missing this train just so we can kiss in front of it."

barty groans in protest, but by that point regulus has arrived at the door to their compartment with a sheepish-looking james potter in tow, so he decides to annoy them instead.

barty is seventeen the first time he comes to hogwarts without evan, and it makes him feel empty.

he's still got regulus and dorcas, of course, but there's a gaping hole in the group now that the twins have graduated. regulus is quiet without james to bring him out of his shell. dorcas doesn't cheer as hard during quidditch games - ones without regulus in them, of course - without marlene mckinnon there to cheer on. and barty? barty isn't himself without ev there to easy his anxieties.

night after night, barty and regulus curl up in the same bed for nights of bad rest. it gets easier, over time. letters pile up. floo calls happen weekly. and while regulus and dorcas struggle, barty thinks about the future. the one decided by him, and not anyone else.

two days after his eighteenth birthday, barty steps off the hogwarts express for the last time.

regulus and dorcas don't hesitate to sprint past him towards james and marlene, who wait with evan futher down the platform. barty, though, hesitates. gives himself a moment to take a deep breath, smile at evan, and start running.

evan envelopes him in a hug, his arms a reassuring weight around barty.

"you must be tired," he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. "eight newts, barty. you're insane."

barty grins into evan's chest. "i missed you too, rosie," he mumbles. he lets out a content sigh he didn't realize he was holding in, and evan hums.

"welcome home, love," he says. "our home."

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I shall treasure this image for the rest of my days. 😭🖤

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Small acts of kindness make the world a better place

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Outing myself as an eternal bartylus shipper.

I read a lot of different ships but I’m always grasping at bartylus crumbs, I’m legit more excited when they make eye contact than when the main pairing (usually jegulus) who has been slowburning for the past 20 chapters finally kiss. I’m just genuinely obsessed with them. I love all the other ships but bartylus just hits different.

It’s like jegulus is folklore and bartylus is reputation. I looooove folklore, it’s so pretty and poetic and tragic, but reputation has me giggling and kicking my feet, it gets me hyped up, it makes me feel badass, it makes me want to dance, I literally started loving Taylor Swift BECAUSE of reputation so at the end of the day I’ll always come back to reputation.

Jegulus is reading and bartylus is listening to music. I adore reading, every time someone asks me what I do for fun I tell them I read, but let’s all be honest I would not survive a single day without music.

Jegulus are my converse shoes and bartylus are my doc martens. I wear my converse almost every day, but I’m sooooo happy every time I wear my docs.

They’re so spideypool coded.

They’re so Batman x Joker coded.

They’re so lover x reputation coded.

They’re so Billy x Stu (from Scream) coded.

They’re so Kat x Patrick (from 10 Things I Hate About You) coded.

They’re so Violet x Finch (from All the Bright Places) coded.

They’re so Lazlo x Nadja (from What We Do in The Shadows) coded.

They’re so black cat x orange cat coded.

They’re so Florence + The Machines coded.

They’re so FOR YOUR LOVE by Måneskin coded.

They’re so Fast Car by Tracy Chapman coded.

I’ve been shipping them since before jegulus was ever anything more than a crack ship, before we started liking Evan so before Rosekiller was even a thing, and I’m not even remotely close to moving on. They live in my bones, in my veins, in my arteries, in my lungs, in my heart, in my brain, in my whole nervous system. They carved themselves in my skin and they run around in my head rent free. And I love every single version of them. Like give it to me toxic, sweet, angsty, desperate, tragically canon, unrequited, in a polycule, in a qpr, just give it to me in any way you want and I will eat. it. up. every. single. time.

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I've seen some ppl doing this trend and I wanna know.

Which characters handwriting would I have?

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When I tell you they're my favourite character and are incredibly relatable, don't ask me how I relate to them. I don't fucking know.

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bitches be like “i love remus lupin” and this is him