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do you think you could...share more of your thoughts about regpeter.... they're in my mind constently...

i was going to answer this and then my fucking rat died…….. but in honor or my babiest of boys i will talk about another rat (peter) and his boyfriend <3

so. i’ve been thinking a lot about how they would get together….. and ive been thinking a lot about unrequited jegulus. so i think peter has had a crush on regulus for a very long time but a very managable one. he thinks reg is pretty and lovely and likes looking at him a lot but he hasn’t ever felt the need to like make a move. my peter has the ultimate autism swag and i think he does hook ups rather than relationships because he’s never really met anyone or considered trying to add someone into his daily routine. hes very comfortable on his own i think!!!! likes his independance and hasn’t ever felt the urge to date someone seriously. he fucks a lot tho i think like hes definitely a dating app person sending the ’u up?’ texts when he’s high

anyway. james starts talking a lot about regulus at some point. that hes started noticing him more and what not and now peters bothered. hes never really been that bothered when reg has been seeing someone except for like mild jealousy and a more sour mood than usual when he has to be around reg and whoever hes dating. but now hes bothered because like james is his friend…. and no one ever says no to james.. pete doesnt think hes ever met someone who doesn’t instantly want him. and so ofc reg would want james. james is james. and that would mean seeing more of regulus if he would be james’ boyfriend . thats when the very serious jealousy starts to settle in. peters always in a foul mood and james is always flirting with regulus now

i havent really gotten to how they actually end up together. i think they haven’t spent a lot of one on one together before but now james starts inviting him to parties or whatever. so maybe they end up somewhere smoking a joint together and spend the entire time just. talking . sitting close together with their shoulders touching and talking in soft voices

so maybe reg starts going to the parties as a way to see peter. i dont think reg is used to calm. and peters very calm. hes a quiet guy but its never really awkward. its just nice ?? reg loves being invited into peters solitude and space. he apologizes profusely for never shutting up and for maybe bothering peter but peter is amused and smitten and realising that letting someone in isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. maybe its not bad at all !!! maybe its actually sort of lovely listening to regs voice while smoking

and thats where i am ????? i think ?? also this is a university au <3

im also a little obsessed with demanding stubborn goth twink reg and his dealer who lets him get away with a lot more than is probably customary in dealer/buyer relationships ahdjdkakf. soft swag cooler than he understands peter and reg who’s a chattering mess whenever they meet up because he wants to Impress Him

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no but everyone always imagined peter ending up with like the nicest sweetest person in the world. some cute nerdy lovely kind person, and then one day he shows up holding hands with reg. his goth twink boyfriend with a resting scowl face .. but peter makes him laugh so much .. no one has ever seen regulus do anything but glare so they nearly call an ambulance when hes blushing not even realising that’s what he’s doing

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also modern au peter has rats btw

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Regulus x Peter in modern au where Peter is his weed dealer who never makes him pay and Regulus who always tries to pay.

regulus who only smokes around Peter and becomes a chatterbox while Peter goes silent around him and it’s their way for recharging. one day Remus finds out Peter isn’t making regulus pay and starts asking why. Peter just shrugs and mumbles “idk”

but then at a party Peter shotguns smoke into Regulus’s mouth and every is shocked by the pairing. Overly jolly prep boy dealer Peter with his angry little goth boyfriend who only talks to him

it’s so gooood lol

love your account 💕 I giggle and kick my feet eveeytimw i see a new post!

HSJEBD8EBE8S REGPETER WORLD DOMINATION!!!!!!!

I love this. I can totally see it happen

peter get's paid by regulus's existence. that's enough payment for him (boy has a crushhhhh)

regulus who really wants to pay bc he feels bad if he doesn't. he doesn't get why peter won't let him pay. it's not like reg lacks money???? and peter makes all of his other clients pay????

remus knows what's going on before peter himself knows, and peter knows his feelings really well

sirius get's upset that they're bc peter "sells" his brother drugs ("it's okay if I take them, but you can't give them to my baby brother, you rat!!")

urghhhh i LOVE them sm <3333

thank you <3333 I'm glad you like my blog (giggling, kicking my feet)

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regpeter, modern au

so like…. does anyone else ever think about shy stoner peter and his bitchy goth twink boyfriend regulus :/

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idk who said it, but someone was like "what happened if the main peculiar children just lost their peculiar abilities" and i- i desperately need go make a one shot for this so here y'all go :)

*this takes place around a map of days bc that's the book I've gotten up to at this point*

*third person*

Jacob woke up feeling quite odd, though he hadn't the faintest idea why.

He went out into the living room where all of his friends we're already up. They had all became quite time blind in the mornings due to the loop switchings, so they often woke up fairly early.

Olive and Claire were watching cartoons,and had made Bronwyn watch with them.

Millard was on a different couch reading a book with Hugh stumped against him attempting to read the novel as well.

Jacob smiled at his friends before walking into the kitchen where there was a wonderful aroma of pancakes and syrup.

It seemed that Miss Peregrine had forced Enoch, Emma, and Horace to help her cook breakfast. Though Jacob was fairly certain that Horace was willing to make it and had forced Enoch to help.

"Morning all," Jacob said as he started getting plates out of the cabinets to set the table with.

Emma brighten and quickly hugged him. "Morning!"

"Miss. Bloom," Miss Peregrine called out from the stove. "Can you keep these pancakes warm while I finished making the rest?"

"Course!"

"Mr. O'Connor, can you please finish the fruit salad instead of mopping around?" Miss P sighed.

Enoch muttered something under his breath but started cutting up fruit nonetheless.

Horace was humming a tune as he cooked the sausage.

"What on earth?" Emma's sudden outburst brought Jacob's attention to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Emma rubbed her hands together and then held them our through the already baked pancakes and frowned. "My fire isn't working!"

Miss. Peregrine's brow furrowed. "Perhaps you used too much fire yesterday?" She suggested.

"Maybe..." Emma said but she's didn't sound sure.

"MISS. P!!!" Hugh came running into the room dragging Millard behind him.

At first Jacob didn't know what was wrong with Millard. The boy was just staring at his hands. Then Jacob remembered that Millard was supposed to be invisible, and you shouldn't be able to see his hands.

The other's in the kitchen seemed to realize it at the same time he did and they all gasped.

"You're hands are visible!" Horace exclaimed, stating the obvious.

"No shit," Enoch muttered and Horace elbowed him in the rib.

Millard ignored Enoch and nodded. "And my feet!" He sounded more amazed than concerned.

"Oh dear," Miss peregrine mumbled. "What day is it?"

"Um," Jacob checked his phone before saying, "October 13th, why?"

"Oh this is bad. I completely forgot." Miss peregrine stressed.

"Forgot what?" Emma asked, now concerned.

"Gather all of the others, I'll tell you all over breakfast."

...

By the time everyone got into the kitchen, they all has seemed for realize that something was off.

Hugh hadn't seen his bees all morning, Olive wasn't floating, Claire's back mouth was completely gone, and Bronwyn was having trouble lifting the things she would normally be able to lift.

"What's going on? !" Asked Olive as she took off her metal shoes and didn't start floating.

"Children calm down please," Miss Peregrine set the food on the table and then sat in her seat. "I will explain what's happening but I need you all to stay calm."

There was a chorus of "Yes Miss. Peregrine"s as everyone helped themselves to the food.

Miss. P started explaining. "Every five years on October 13, peculiars lose their peculiar abilities for 24 hours."

"Why?" Asked Millard. "And why hasn't it happened before?"

"It happens so that peculiars don't overwork their abilities. It's never happened before because it only happens after you've been in a loop for a long period of time, but it was always September 3rd in our loop so it never happened before today."

Everyone was quiet until Olive jumped out of her seat, excitedly. "I wanna go to the beach! I don't have for wear my metal shoes so I can go swimming!"

Claire perked up at that. "Can we?"

Soon most of the children were coming up with things to do.

Miss P hushed everyone and then faked a exasperated sigh. "I suppose you can do something fun today and skip the lesson, but finish your breakfast first!"

Everyone continued eating, but now there was much more chatter.

Olive and Claire were trying to convinced Bronwyn to taks them to the beach. Millard, who was rapidly becoming visible, had decided that he wanted to go to a book store, and had begged Hugh to go with him (he said yes of course). Emma and Jacob planned a day of just hanging out together and doing normal teenager stuff. Enoch complained to no one in particular that he had nothing to do so Olive (being the sweetheart she is) invited him to go to the beach, to which he reluctantly agreed.

At some point Miss P turned to Horace and asked what he was going to do because he hasn't said anything.

"I," he replied, motioning to himself grandly, "am going to take a nap, because I haven't had more then 4 hours of sleep all week due to these stupid nightmares."

Olive giggled at his over dramatics (though all of what he said was true).

By the time everyone finished breakfast Millard was completely visible.

Hugh, who was sitting right next to him, grabbed a handful of millards hair and examined it. "I never realized how long your hair is!"

Millard just shrugged. "It's not like there's a barber shop that cuts the hair of invisible people!" He joked.

Emma who was sitting on the other side of Hugh, scrunched up her nose. "It's a dreadful mess, that's what it is!" She exclaimed.

"Oh please, " Millard said, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, "it's no worse than your hair on a day to day basis, and you can see what you look like!"

Emma gasped. "You take that back!"

"I won't," Millard huffed.

"Children, children! No fighting!" Miss peregrine clapped her hands to get everyone quiet. "Now, considering that it seems all of you already have your day planned out, you can go get ready and then do what you have planned, but no fighting please!"

By the end of the day Millard had gotten his hair brushed and bought six new books, Hugh had got a few new plants for a round the house, Olive and Claire had a wonderful day at the beach and had even gotten Enoch to crack a small grin at one of their jokes while Bronwyn made sure none of them hurt themselves. Emma and Jacob watched some of Jacob's favorite Disney movies and just had a calm afternoon. And Horace got to sleep for the whole day which he was happy about. All in all, everyone was happy that day even though it felt weird to not have their abilities for a while.

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jacob: the sky is beautiful tonight

Emma: yeah..u know what else is beautiful?

jacob: *deadpan bc he's hear abt this since 4ever* Bronwyn.

Emma: *sobs* yes I love her so much

Jacob: I know.

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it actually is Magellan 💀💀💀💀

hi! friendly reminder that jacob magellan portman once broke his ankle running after the ice cream truck and this fandom forgets that MUCH too often

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frfr

And anyone else's snaps I'll ignore it I working on smth but when my crush snaps me i drop everything and respond lol

its all fun n games until my crush sends me a snap and I have a mini heart attack

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hey google how do I tell romantic attraction from platonic attraction

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IM SCREAMING

(hope u don't mind if I add on a tiny bit lol)

Evan "I dont really do friendship bracelets" Rosier but he still wears every single bracelet barty has ever given him fnsjdjwkdjqk

Evan Rosier’s arm is absolutely covered in like a million friendship bracelets bc Barty loves to make them and he gives them all to Evan

This is before they started dating by the way so the mutual pining is INTENSE

Barty is making like a solid two bracelets a day and giving almost every single one to Evan because he’s lowkey in love with him but man does not know how to express it

And then there’s Evan who’s just having a crisis because everyday Barty shows up with these wide ass nervous eyes and leans real close and whispers abt how he made something for Evan

and Barty definitely takes the bracelets out and reaches for Evan’s hand and just slips them on for him so their fingers brush and Evan is breaking down

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i had a bit of an idea

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JUST NOTICED THIS PARALLEL AND IT IS DESTROYING ME:

Chapter 8, Arthur about Sal's poem:

"I particularly liked 'the scratches as a history'. It spoke to me."

Chapter 15, Linus discovering where Arthur was trapped as child:

"Something in the corner caught his eyes. He approached the far wall and as he got closer, he felt his knees turned to jelly. Tick marks. Tick marks scratched into the wall. He stopped counting when he reached sixty. It was too much. He thought they were meant to keep track of days and the idea caused his heart to ache."

OF COURSE THE IDEA OF SCRATCHES AS HISTORY SPOKE TO HIM. GOOD LORD. HE LITERALLY COUNTED HIS LIFE IN SCRATCHES.

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Linus when getting asked why he left the island in the first place:

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sometimes i think about like. that brief period after linus got the letter from DICOMY about “the truth” about arthur and like… the doubt he felt, the shame and insecurity of was it a lie all this time? how could you have ever believed they’d really like you, want you, LOVE you? the idea that he was being used, that he’d slowly grown to trust them and care about them despite his efforts to remain professional but that they were using him the whole time, lying to him, and he had literally never considered it, but for the first time he thinks what if they’re only being kind to me to manipulate me, what if i was foolish for ever thinking i could belong, that i wasn’t meant to be lonely? can i even blame arthur, if he thinks he’s protecting the children?

he imagines arthur saying no, no, children, we don’t need to kill him–we just need to make him care about us. make him love us. make him feel like he belongs. and then of course, he’d run along back and say exactly what they want and never come back to bother them. he imagines that he’d finally let his guard down for nothing, that arthur–arthur who he’s only just realizing he’d truly grown to trust and like–lied to him

and even as he doubts his doubt (what if it’s DICOMY who’s lying?) it’s not just the idea that his bosses wouldn’t lie to him that pushes back (because he considers it, for the first time ever he considers they’re wrong, and he does that for arthur’s sake, for the childrens’ sake, because he trusted them and he wants to believe them so badly) but it’s that he doubts his own judgement–not them, not DICOMY, but himself. is he really worthy of their kindness? their acceptance? their love? why would they really like him–plain, boring him (”i’m just me,” he says helplessly, just me) if there wasn’t an ulterior reason? why didn’t he question that from the start? because he’d known, he’d always known, that he meant to be alone. that he’d simply always be lonely. he’d been resigned to it for so long he barely even felt it anymore. and how had he let them push his buttons, let them make him feel wanted, without even once being suspicious? didn’t he know he just wasn’t the type of person to get that? handsome, mysterious men didn’t smile at him like that, people didn’t practically adopt him into their family like that–and didn’t it make perfect sense? if there’d been a reason? if he was useful?

and like that horrible letter, with such just. blatantly, cruelly manipulative language–the repeated claims of we care about you, you matter to us, mr. baker, shield your heart, mr. baker, we’re worried about you, we’re here for you, when obviously they aren’t. they never were and never have been, and they’re worried about power and control and money, not about his wellbeing. and like, the implications and reminders of if you get attached you are failing the children, and as i’m sure you’re aware it’d be against the rules to develop feelings or care for any of them, and the subtle threat disguised as concern in the psych eval (for your own piece of mind, of course) and like. the direct implication that arthur is attempting to use him, maybe even seduce him–people will say and do anything to appease those in power. it’s a weapon, and one that is wielded quite deftly, and shield your heart, mr. baker, because that is what they go for first, and we may have underestimated how susceptible you might have been to such attentions from someone like mr. parnassus. seeing as you’re unmarried… like. no wonder linus was spiralling!

not to mention the pure fucking audacity of charles werner writing this, implying and accusing arthur of doing what he literally did to arthur years ago. guard your heart, it’s what they’ll go for first–you’d fucking know, huh? like that’s a whole other layer of this–for one, i’d love to see arthur reading this goddamn letter (that is. a fic i’ve half written. kdlfgjdfg) and kinda understanding linus’s mindset in the cellar more, but like, also. when linus says almost helplessly in the cellar you could have been using me, to have me say what you wanted in my reports, and he inhales sharply and says oh. oh, linus. do you really think so little of me? because that’s what charles did, took advantage of him, made him feel happy and in love and then used it against him, manipulated him, and like…

i can imagine part of him is almost angry to be accused of that, upset that linus truly thought he’d be capable of doing what charles did to him, but he’s also just sad, that linus feels the way he felt even if only for a moment, and like–whether he understands then, after his gut-jerk reaction, or later, when they’ve talked, but like. understanding that it was less not trusting arthur (although that was definitely part of it, mostly due to the lies/withholding of truth, however justified, they left him unmoored and uncertain) and more not trusting himself, not believing he could have these nice things…

but like also just! being in that cellar, that horrible, awful cellar, barefoot and vulnerable and watching as someone he’s grown to truly like looks at him like he might cry (far more expressive than he seems to think, which is so very endearing) and he knows that it’s fucking charles that put that expression there but it still feels like it’s his fault, even just a little…

(and like, arthur, leading up to that confrontation, noticing how linus is acting strange, and when he puts a hand on his shoulder he flinches and stiffens instead of leaning into it without realizing like he normally does, and he knows something is wrong, and he thinks he knows what. and while the idea of going down there stings like nettles he knows he has to, and anyway, perhaps its time he confronted it again, hm?)

and linus, in that cellar, that horrible, awful cellar, with the tiny tally marks and soot coating the walls, and he’s overwhelmed–with doubt, and shame, but also with just. a great and deep sadness, for arthur now, for arthur then, for all the little magical children that have suffered and he’s been unable to help, and his eyes keep drifting back to those tally marks and he wants to cry or throw up because who could ever treat a child like that. but he still has all that doubt! and insecurity! and he wants to be angry at arthur because if it had all been a lie linus might just shake apart but part of him is resigned that really, he should have known, and can he even blame arthur for protecting the children, and part of him couldn’t be angry if he tried because he just wants to wrap his coat around arthur’s shoulders because he looks cold and vulnerable and almost small and he’s in this–this stupid goddamn cellar he shouldn’t have to see again (because whether linus realizes it or not, he does trust arthur–if arthur truly were the cunning con man he fears he is, he could easily pull his heartstrings, manipulate the story to bring about pity, to show himself in the best light, as it were, but linus believes that as he confronts arthur, arthur is telling the truth, and he’s right) and like just. the complicated mess of emotions that comes with being already half in love with him but scared, scared that he might have been wrong the whole time, scared that he’ll be alone again and he’ll deserve it, scared that he might have been taken advantage of, scared of rejection, and that comes with all that doubt and all the despair on arthur’s behalf, that protective rage that makes him want to find every piece of shit complicit in making this fucking cell and destroying them, that loneliness and isolation he’s always felt, just like. all of it. you know.

and like after that initial confrontation in the cellar the idea that linus, even if only briefly, genuinely thought arthur might have been using him, that they all might have been trying to manipulate him the whole time, doesn’t really come up again–i think a lot of it, as is mentioned, just wouldn’t hold up under the light of the day, because at night and alone his fears are thriving, like. the kids, i think, he’d pretty easily realize uh yeah no. they aren’t lying, they just aren’t really like. capable of that kind of knowing like. cruelty? in that sort of way? but like. he still has those fears, particularly with arthur, who i mean–to protect the children? if he had to? maybe. maybe. but like. he like. i think he does get over it fast because he does trust them, even if he had that brief moment of just. deep fear. but like still the implications or like. i want them to talk about it like. what it means, how it affects both of them, how it meshes with the whole charles werner mess, etc. like. idk i just. i have a lot of feelings about that brief stretch of time okay.

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ur so real for that

not me keeping a button in my pocket in case i meet Theodore

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"He wore tan shorts and a matching tan collared shirt. The buttons toward the top of the shirt had been removed— almost as if they'd been torn off. So it was open at his throat, revealing smooth, pale skin. In fact, he was showing more skin than he could remember." — Chapter 10, The House in the Cerulean Sea

Keep rotating this very offhand moment because the implication that Zoe removed the top buttons of Linus's adventure outfit is endlessly amusing to me

I can just imagine Zoe looking at Linus and planning this outfit thinking:

a) If there is any opportunity for this man to wear a tie, he will take it. He CANNOT be ruining the vibes of adventure day with a tie. The buttons must go.

b) This is a man who would rather wear full trousers and a tightly buttoned shirt and risk heat stroke than show any amount of skin. The buttons must go. AND

c) From the way they've been looking at each other, if Arthur sees Linus in a flirty summer fun outfit (throat exposed and knees visible) he will LOSE HIS MIND/POS. So of course, it's her duty as his best friend to make that happen. THE BUTTONS MUST GO.