#WORDS FAIL ITS SO GOOD

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo as a character is deeply tied to the very concept of identity that it is deeply ingrained into every aspect of his character and in this essay I will-

[deathnguts]

@bartylusmicrofic

Prompt 5: joint

(Sorry this is late)

CW: minors doing and selling drugs (just weed, which was not legal in Scotland in the 70s, but cmon it’s just weed), brief mention of domestic abuse (just a joke about Barty’s shitty dad)

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Barty never really cared about the stigma surrounding non-muggleborn wizards being involved with muggle shit. If muggles made something he wanted, he’d take it. Who the fuck cared who made it? He smoked muggle cigarettes, lit them with muggle lighters, listened to muggle music, and dressed like a muggle punk. Who was gonna stop him?

But what he hadn’t done (yet) was muggle drugs. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it until he found out that the hufflepuff Evan liked so much was selling muggle shit.

So Barty, being the open minded connoisseur that he is, bothered Evan to get him some until he got annoyed enough to do it.

Barty was waiting on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He decided he regretted not going with Evan because having nothing to do but wait was so much worse than having to witness Evan flirt with a guy who probably didn’t even know boys could kiss other boys. But he didn’t have to wait much longer after that thought before Evan strolled into the room and threw a small bag, filled with something that looked like moss, onto his chest with a little too much force to be friendly.

“Woah, no need to get violent, Rosie.” Barty whined as he sat up, watching the little bag slide down into his lap.

Evan scoffed and rolled his eyes, “you can take being beat by your dad, you can take a bag of grass.”

Judging by how sunny Evan was being, Barty figured the flirting had gone very well. But Evan had bought him drugs so he would be quiet today. How sweet of a friend he was.

“Where’s Reg?” Evan asked over his shoulder as he flopped on his back onto Regulus’ empty bed.

“Where do you think?” Barty answered with his own eye roll as he opened the little bag. Regulus could be found in one of two places during his entire stay at Hogwarts, and that was the dorm and the library. It was a little different now that he had prefect duties, but not really.

A smell that Barty had never smelled anything like before wafted from the bag and he had to resist the urge to cough with how it settled in his throat. He’d smoked before, he shouldn’t cough over a sniff of… whatever this was.

“You don’t snort it, idiot.” Evan called.

“I wasn’t, idiot.”

“Well then what were you gonna do, idiot?”

Barty decided to be quiet then, on his own volition and not at all because he couldn’t answer.

Evan chuckled like the bastard he was and rolled over on his stomach to face Barty. “Alright, gimme the bag and a book you don’t care about.”

“… what the fuck did you two do?” Regulus grumbled, tucking his nose under his sleeve to hide it from the offending scent choking up their dorm.

Barty, honest to Circe, could not find it in his muddled brain to answer.

“Just some down time, Reg,” Evan answered for him. He seemed to be handling the smoke a lot better than Barty, considering he could talk all and good despite currently smoking even more than Barty had.

Barty watched Regulus sigh and drop his bag at the foot of his bed, next to Evan’s feet. “You’re on my bed.”

“Uh-huh.” Evan hummed as he took another drag.

“Move, you high bastard.”

“Go lay with Barty. Look how lonely he is.” And then they were both looking over at him and he couldn’t control his face enough to stop staring back. Had he actually blinked in a while? Now that he was thinking about it, he didn’t think so… woah.

“How much did you give him?” Regulus asked as he slipped his fingers into Barty’s hair. When had he gotten close enough to do that? Meh, whatever. Barty wasn’t gonna complain, so he just leaned into the welcome touch. Barty couldn’t help the smile that painted on his face when he nuzzled into Regulus’ hand. He didn’t remember closing his eyes but he was vaguely aware that the only sense that was working was his sense of touch. And hearing. Kind of. Was he underwater?

“I didn’t feed it to him by the spoonful, Reg. He took what he wanted.”

“And that’s unusual?”

“See? You’re catching up.”

“Shut up.”

Barty frowned when Regulus’ hand suddenly disappeared from his hair. Where was he going?

Regulus was chuckling, “oh, calm down.” He grumbled in his own, loving, way “Merlin, don’t pout.”

Regulus’ hand was cupping Barty’s chin and his thumb was running over Barty’s lip ring. If he was pouting before, he certainly wasn’t now.

“He’s on another plane right now, Reggie.” Evan muttered as he took yet another hit.

“You’re on the way.”

“Here’s to hoping.”

There was some shuffling on the bed and when Barty opened his eyes his head was propped onto Regulus’ lap like the world’s greatest pillow. His delicate fingers were combing back through Barty’s hair but Barty wasn’t focused on that anymore. How could he be focused on anything else when he was looking up at his beautiful boyfriend’s beautiful face? Regulus was still talking to Evan but Barty couldn’t hear them. Regulus was so beautiful.

His lips were pink and perfect and Barty knew they were soft. He liked watching them move when he talked. His nose was arched like a Greek god and Barty would offer as many hecatombs as he could if Regulus asked. He had a million moles dotting his milky skin like his own inverse galaxy. BARTY didn’t care much about astrology, but he would if it was about this sky. His eyes were a cold, icy gray that swam with the softest blue. Barty wasn’t an empty headed, drooling flirt or anything, but he could honestly stare into Regulus’ eyes forever and be completely content until he dropped dead and blind. In fact…

He sat up and nudged Regulus to lay back so he could rest his chin on Regulus’ chest and get a better look.

“Oh Salazar.” Piped up Evan with a rumbling laugh deep from his chest. But Barty wasn’t listening because Regulus was laughing too and Barty felt his heart singing in his chest.

“Barty, what-“ he was interrupted by his own giggles. “What are you doing?”

Regulus’ smile was wonderful. The real one. The tight, knowing one that he showed everyone outside his four walls was certainly hot, but he beloved the real thing more. It was private, just for him and those close to his heart, and it was perfect. It bled flush into his cheeks and spread his perfect lips enough that he actually showed his teeth. He was always so careful to hide his teeth, just because he viewed the gap he had between them as unsavory. He thought they were to be hidden. He thought a lot of himself was to be hidden.

Well, more for Barty.

“Looking at you.” He answered far too late with a smile he knew was far too dopey.

Regulus’ laughter continued to shake through his chest while Barty continued to gaze at his beauty like a lovesick puppy. It was nice staring at Regulus when his head was all fuzzy. It felt like Regulus was the only thing he could see.

He liked that. He liked that a lot.

[puhpandas]

Tony Becker is one of the only times that I've seen that a character has actually been doomed by the plot when people say he is

[sobeksewerrat]

I am fighting the primal instinct to ship two rivals with a blue n red colour pallete that parallel each other...again...and they are predictably both guys...and yes this is about atla...yes I know the ship is obvious guys but just don't say it I am trying my hardest here...but the fanfic is making it really, really difficult...feel free to mock me once I stop this fruitless endeavour and free myself when from drowning in the nile (sorry, I am Egyptian, had to make the joke)

[amelikos]

This episode basically delivered on everything it built up with Liko and Amethio so far and more, I'm really looking forward to their future development.. It's been so satisfying to watch.

[nomairuins]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[strawglicks]

no one gets graham payser like i do, he is so pathetic and ugly and everyone seems to think hes sooo hot and slays sooo hard and im over here wondering if we are looking at the same guy

[seariii]

Thinking about how in emotional stuff intp self has actually been popping out more often, even before... Questioning if that's good or bad... Maybe means I'm emotionally exhausted?

[splattered-ink]

My Jupiter.

My 'almost' star.

She was never a home for life, her core not even solid enough to form a place to stand.

She could have been a star. Usurped by Her.

She screams through her violent windstorms, hundrends of years in length.

Her anguish is loud and endless. A swirling storm of volatility.

Billions of years could not assuage her.

Dozens of moons could not comfort her.

She is beautiful, and she is in agony.

And the worst of it is

She was never destined for stardom.

[bnuuys]

i love u aira tumblr i love u aira tumblr i love u so much aira tumblr

[sensitivegoblin]

Vent

Tw: sh, suivide

[holy-anxiety-batman]

hey im gonna fuckign. lose it.

[gooopy]

AWESOME REPRESSED BUTCH LESBIANS BEONG POLITE TO FEMMES SEND POST NEOWW!!!!

[shanti-ashant-hai]

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[emdotcom]

My infatuation & subsequent obsession with media is often tied to the ways in which I am incapable of talking about them. Whether it's because of the abhorrent contents therein which demand too much; the incomprehensible nature of my feelings on the matter; the shoddy & underbaked construction; no matter what, there is always something within all my beloved interests make them hard (or even impossible) to talk about. Instead, I talk within myself in an endless echo of speculation & alteration, as a means to replicate the sounds of a room that is not so empty. I, on my own, (no matter how many of me I am in the moment,) will never be able to fully encapsulate the sounds of a room brimming with people, though, so I double down & try to chatter more, to make up my impossible deficit.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

I guess Disney’s racist treatment of Halle Bailey and indifference towards her receiving consistent racist harassment on the internet just gives me one more reason to never go see that film even if I was paid to go see it.

You do realize though that's potentially what Disney is wanting, right? If no one watches The Little Mermaid live action, Disney will likely proceed to blame the fact that Little Mermaid wasn't white and therefore, give into the mob that scream woke if they see anyone who isn't white or straight or cis, and just not try again with changing up old films when adapting to live actions.

It is beyond shitty what Disney is clearly doing with not promoting this film as much as they'd promote say, any MCU film, let alone it is beyond shitty that Disney is doing nothing about the racism Halle is receiving from the mob I mentioned, but not seeing the film and therefore not giving it and Halle support, is just giving Disney what they want by trying to set it up to fail.