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Quick drawing of Abby 🦈

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rosekiller 🙌🏼

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love lies bleeding but make it ellabs

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my bsf who hasn’t played the games but knows the basics aka one kills the other’s dad and chaos ensues, thought for sure they ended up together. she was like “what do you mean they don’t kiss?”

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my favorite wolfstar

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😭 how do u win the idgaf war when it comes to shipping

i'm 28

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no more light to look for

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The Obsession.

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binded bella ramsey playing football wasn’t on my 2025 bingo card but i may have tears in my eyes

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old but gold

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totally remaining calm about nezha and rin

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snippet from the new chapter of my rosekiller fic <3

“I want you to see what I see,” he chants again.

Where Barty begins, Evan doesn’t end.

Barty opens his eyes.

He feels his knees giving up, but Evan’s right hand is still there, steady on his waist, keeping him upright. His left hand is still there, around his neck, framing his face.

His face.

“You’re the only thing I ever want to look at,” chant. “And what I see, you must see.”

Fingertips grazing his jaw carefully, reverently.

His jaw, narrow, small in Evan’s hand, but strong as to tear flesh.

Fingertips tracing his lips.

Lips. Chapped and cut from kissing, from biting. Slightly downturned, betraying his mind.

Fingertips sliding up his nose.

Straight, slightly too big for his face. Nostrils flaring, pumping air into his lungs.

Fingertips finding his brows, caressing his eyelids, fluttering them shut and open again.

Dark eyebrows, frowned, creasing the skin.

Eyes, black, strained.

He hasn’t looked himself in the eyes in, in—

he doesn’t know

he doesn’t remember the last time he did.

“What do you see?” a chant, a question.

Barty opens his mouth, closes it, watches the movement reflected in front of him, intrigued, entrailed.

“Who do you see?”

His mouth opens, doesn’t shut this time.

“Me,” he breathes.

He doesn’t crumple as he thought he would.

Vertebrae keeping upright, or is it Evan’s hand. No difference. Where Evan begins Barty doesn’t end.

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'The Stores'

James starts working at the video store for the summer and meets Regulus, the guy working at the record store next door.

James had been working on the video store for a week. His manager Remus was nice enough, he kept to himself and spent the entire shift reading. He would probably be better fitted to work on a book store but James didn’t mind the silence. 

The only time Remus would stop reading was to profoundly sigh whenever the volume at the record store next door got too loud. On his first day, James could’ve sworn Remus was going to waltz to the establishment and turn down the music himself. But he just mumbled under his breath and continued reading. 

Seven days in a row this happened until Remus had enough.

“James?” Remus asked.

“Yeah?” 

“You seem like someone people like. You’re sweet, attractive, quite charming.” There was a dissonance between Remus’ monotone voice and what he was saying.

James did not know where this was going. Was this the start of a very inappropriate workplace relationship with his manager? Maybe that’s what his summer needed?

“Sure?” James replied before his pause revealed his thoughts. 

“I do not fit that description. Meaning people don’t respond … well to my requests. I’m going to need you to pay our neighbors a visit and ask them to turn their music down.” Remus said firmly. 

“Ohhh.” 

“What do you mean ‘Oh’? What did you think I was going to say?” 

“I actually had no idea where this was going.” James lied, quickly discarding the thoughts that had briefly crossed his mind. 

Remus simply raised a brow, signaling both that the conversation was over and that he expected James to do as asked.

James nodded and went to the record store. 

He understood why Remus was annoyed, but truthfully James had enjoyed listening to the music they played. He spent the entire week waiting for his paycheck to spend it on some records.

“Hey,” he said as he entered the store. Not loud enough apparently, since the guy organizing the vinyls did not even lift his head. 

James walked towards him and repeated his greeting slightly louder, startling the worker. He barely got to look at him before the guy walked towards the speaker to adjust the volume before coming back to where James was standing. 

“Hi.” 

For a split second James forgot why he was even there. The hottest man he had ever seen was standing in front of him, talking to him. And he had the prettiest eyes and fu- Right. He was talking to him because James had direct orders from his manager to say something. 

“Hey.”

The guy laughed at his sudden shyness. But right then there, James knew he had just found his favorite song of the summer. That laugh.

“I work at the video store.” Was all he could manage to say. 

“I know, James.” 

Hearing his name sent an immediate shiver down his spine. Had he blacked out and introduced himself at some point? Before he could spiral for any longer, the worker spoke again. 

“You are wearing your name tag," he pointed at it. "I’m Regulus, not a psychic.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense.” A nervous laughter poured out of him. He felt his cheeks flush.

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I was just wondering if-” He couldn't finish his thought.

Today had to be James’ lucky day. A breeze drifted through the door, lifting Regulus’ shirt just enough to reveal his briefs and a hint of a happy trail.

“James?” Regulus asked, blushing as he caught James staring.

He tried to gather his thoughts but all he could do was replay the last thirty seconds in his mind.

“Umm, actually it doesn’t matter.... You should stop by the video store some day though.” James leaned into one of the shelves and almost fell, getting another laugh out of Regulus. He thought he might spend every single day trying to hear it again.

“Are you going to be there?”

James nodded enthusiastically. 

“I’ll see you around then James.” Regulus said. A faint curve forming at the edge of his lips.

James came back to the video store practically skipping. 

“I'm guessing it all went smoothly?” Remus asked, taking James out of his own thoughts. 

“Yeah it went great. Actually if you ever need me to talk to them again it’s no problem.” James assured with a grin.

Remus looked at him confused but didn't probe further.

James went back to his place and thought about Regulus.

This was going to be a great fucking summer. 

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Surprise.

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thinking about barty who’s thinking about the taste of evan’s blood

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why do foxes banging sound like seagulls who get their wings ripped off?

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I wish I knew how to quit you