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helppp i was just thinking of this song 😭😭😭

(but wait are you saying that this is me?)

"this train is full of strangers but i might like it more"

there's a very strong possibility that i'm interpreting the above line very wrongly, but yes, this is my take on it.

although this line can simply indicate the comfort found in the presence of strangers and through just blending in with the crowd, for me the train refers to the speaker's life. she knows the importance of true, long lasting bonds formed with people, but it always turns out to be too messy, too complicated, too heartbreaking. she's a "tough love" kind of person, and it is not easy. she is, possibly, afraid of vulnerability, the way she keeps running away from things. so now, she flips through people like pages in a book; they are all just chapters in her life. this arrangement works out quite well for her, but it always leads her back to square one, for at the end of the day she is always left alone, her, her lovers nothing more than acquaintances (and now strangers), with only stories to tell.

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@moonytoast-x

Question

prompt from the June list of @rosekillermicrofic

Prompt 12 - question - June 15

“What the hell have you done to me?”

Barty grunted the question in disgust, even while fingers tangled domestically in his brown and green curls, his head resting in the lap of the owner of said fingers.

“How do you mean?”

Was Lily’s only response, her movements not ceasing, and Barty could tell she was smirking, despite his closed eyes.

“I used to be a badass.” The Slytherin teen scorns indignantly, and Lily taps him on the nose carelessly. He did have a point. Barty was infamous in Hogwarts, given his fanatic nature, and sometimes frenzied state, not to mention his sleeping with at least half of the people in his year.

Despite all of that, here he was, using the head girl’s thigh as a pillow while she played with his hair, braiding it like he was Pandora or Mary.

“You’ve shattered my reputation.”

Ignoring the bitterness behind Barty’s complaints, Lily laughs, and immediately she’s forgiven in Barty’s eyes. She leans down and kisses him, and he can’t remember why she needed forgiving at all.

“Marry me.” He croaks out when she breaks the kiss, his voice breathless and hollow.

Both freeze momentarily. Barty had been planning to propose, yeah, but not nearly this soon. He didn’t even have a ring, for Christ’s sake. That didn’t seem to deter Lily, because he can hear the smile in her voice before he even opens his hazel eyes to meet her green ones.

“Of course.” Lily murmurs softly, and she kisses him again. Barty noted that she’d done that after each question.

Maybe he should ask her things more often.

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i knew someone with the same snapchat id as yours in Tumblr-

UM HELLO GO AWAY 😭😭😭

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Spread the word.

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I WAS LIKE RESTING AND LYING ON THE FLOOR AND MY BABY COUSIN JUST COMES INTO THE ROOM AND JUST LAYS ON TOP OF ME AND THEN FAVE ME KISS ON MY CHEECK OMGGG HAHHSHDHDHRHRJ

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THERE IS NO WAY LIKE IF IT JUST SAID SIRIUS IT WOULD BE LIKE OH LOL BUT THERES A DOG LIKE CMON NOW

I just got this car, the gasp I did when I saw it I swear the fandom follows me everywhere

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SHDJSIEJENEIEJENEIEJEHWVEIDNDEIEBEJSKSKELENENDKDOWKWKKSSNEBJDDJDNDN

idk how many indian marauder fans are going to see this but a marauders baahubali au fic would be so good

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fifteen - june 15 - jegulus - james raising harry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 612 - based on @ccccatttta 's post!

“Alright, Haz. Fifteen pounds, and that’s it, okay?” James said anxiously, hovering outside of the store door and hanging the crisp notes to his son.

“But Da!” Harry whined, frowning. “What if that’s not enough to get you something pretty?”

Harry had been begging for weeks to get James something for Father’s Day. The problem was, nobody was available to take him to the store, and of course, Harry refused to allow James to go in with him, since that would ‘ruin the surprise.’ So, after much negotiation on Harry’s part and worrying on James’s, they’d settled on a small store in their neighborhood with one way in and out. Harry had fifteen pounds and fifteen minutes. 

“Whatever you can get me with that will be perfect, darling,” James said, smiling at the five-year-old. “Now run quick! We still need to get lunch!”

So, beaming, Harry bolted inside.

And James immediately began biting his fingernails.

It wasn’t that Harry wasn’t capable. James and Lily had raised the young boy to be exceptionally polite, and he was able to use money enough to at least give a store clerk the right amount needed. 

It was the fact that he was doing this alone. Which meant that one, he could face danger and two, he might be capable of doing other things alone and therefore he was growing up and might no longer need James.

Both things were equally terrifying.

But still, James reminded himself that the young boy needed independence, and he had to make sure to give it to him. So he waited, eyes on the time, and allowed his son to peruse the small store.

It was only when ten minutes had gone by that the door opened again and Harry ran out, grinning, tugging a man along behind him with a triumphant look on his little face like he’d just found buried treasure.

“Da! I got you this!” he exclaimed, pulling the man to James.

James gaped. 

Not only was the man looking down at Harry with a kindly bemused look, but he was fucking stunning. Black curls, blue-gray eyes, a smile that made James’s stomach lurch, perfectly chiselled cheekbones and jawline…fuck. 

“Er, hi,” James said awkwardly, acknowledging the man before he turned to his son. “Harry, who’s this?”

“This is your present! A pretty boy for you! And he was free!” Harry answered excitedly, jumping up and down a bit. “Happy Father’s Day.”

The man spoke for the first time. “Sorry, he was very persuasive,” he chuckled softly. “I didn’t know how to tell him I’m not for sale.”

“Th-that’s okay,” James stuttered, already embarrassingly taken by the man. “What’s your name?”

“Regulus,” the shorter man smirked a bit. “And you?”

“James.”

“Well, James. Harry. Happy Father’s Day,” Regulus said with a small smile.

“Wait!” Both Harry and James yelled out at the same time, causing Regulus to turn.

“You are my present,” Harry declared, frowning and stomping his foot.

James took that as an opening. “Erm. We shouldn’t let him down, you know? I think…you should at least give me your number?” he asked giving Regulus a hopeful grin.

At that, the shorter man let out a little laugh. “Oh, that’s what you��re going with? ‘Give me your number, for the children?’” He raised an eyebrow, but he was grinning.

“Yes,” James replied, smiling too.

“Well, good for you that I happen to like kids. Much more than adults, actually,” Regulus snorted, reaching for James’s phone and programming in his phone number. “Harry has won my favor. Let’s see if you do, too. James.”

A few moments later, both Harry and James left the store, beaming and giddy.

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PLZ JUST SAY CHITTEN IZ CHITTEN WINGZ BECAUSE IT IZ

NO NO PLEASE

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CHITTEN IS CHITTEN WINGZ

NO

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FUCKING FINALLY IM IN INDIA NOW

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i could probably read it now honestly

(omg lets hope my bags dont get lost lkke it did in the socmed au)

whyd you have to update right when im travelling 😔😔😔

I'M SORRY

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fem barty crouch jr 🤍

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GO AWAY I DIDNT KNOE BROWN PEOPLE COULD GET SUN BURNT (i still put sunscreen tho)

*going to the beach*

Regulus: applying an enormous amount of sunscreen

Regulus: James aren't you going to apply sunscreen?

James: I'm brown, my skin is basically sun brun repellent

*after 3 hours in the sun*

Regulus smug with absolutely no sun burn

James red from head to toe

Regulus: sun burn repellent huh?

James: I DIDNT KNOW BROWN SKIN COULD GET BURNT!!

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i might acc just kms

i just got pictures of sweden from a dude i dont eveb know how he looks, hes just s friend of a friend (of a friend?) mind you my original friend was from elementary school so like

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i just got pictures of sweden from a dude i dont eveb know how he looks, hes just s friend of a friend (of a friend?) mind you my original friend was from elementary school so like

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Reminder that McGonagall probably taught Lyall, Walburga, Orion, and Barty Crouch Sr

She saw their parents grow up, and the lasting trauma they inflicted on their own children.

That’s why she cared about them so much.

She thinks she didn’t do a good enough job the first time.