#but ! yes

[danceinthunder]

Regulus is sure he was only given five senses to appreciate James Potter.

Anyone would know why it was a blessing to see James. He was pretty and handsome and always so happy. It was infectious, Regulus had to fight and fight and fight not to just grin because James was. He had pretty privilege and didn’t even know it. Sweet and innocent and fun and bright - sun incarnate.

Touching James was like burning. Warm and delightful but dangerously tempting to step closer till the flames that surrounded the boy engulfed you. James made touch casual. Happy to hug anyone; slap a hand on a shoulder; a tired head on the shoulder. But Regulus monopolised his touch. He found James’ hands linger and rest on his waist. A sly finger on his cheek, brushing off an eyelash. Holding his hand and playing with his fingers. To touch and be held by James Potter was to be touched and held by a God, Regulus thought. There is no other way to explain such perfection.

James Potter never smelt of one single thing. He was a teenage boy who played sports, so unfortunately, sometimes that was for the worse. But most of the time he would smell so good. His jumpers from home smelt of turmeric and ginger and dried basil - James’ mum used to dry off their cloths in the kitchen and the smells of his childhood and family followed him always. Sitting near enough to him, near enough to breath in the spice and sugar of him, made Regulus feel like a part of the exciting world that conjured James Potter.

Everyone across hogwarts would probably be able to hear James. He was unapologetically loud. Gleeful laughs and his loud chatting would linger in hallways like ghostly echoes of a happy life being lived. Regulus would chase empty corridors to follow the sound so comfortable and tender. If moths were drawn to flames they were stupid - to be drawn to anything but James’ laughter and joy would be stupid. And his whispers, the secret words that he would pour into Regulus ears were siren songs, honey-sweet promises. ‘Drown me in them and I’ll die happy’ Regulus would think staring up at the smiling boy resting him on his legs, ‘Orpheus and Eurydice, me and you, where I hear your voice I’ll follow.’

And Regulus held the secret of what it was like to taste James Potter. To feel his lips against his own and know what he tasted of. All the sugar sweetness and gentle spice that was addictive against his tongue. Regulus would starve himself to consume the taste of James, to define its changing feeling. All the joy and happiness and sunny warmth of his lover. Ambrosia and nectar and James Potter. Regulus would fight anyone, anything to steal a taste from his lips as many times as he could.

To take James Potter away from him would be to blind him. It would be to take away any pleasure of taste, any joy of music and sound, any sensation of feeling against his skin, and leave him unable to enjoy the subtle scents of the world around him. James Potter owned Regulus Black’s heart, and Regulus would fight to keep them both safe.

[idiasmentalhealth]

me: "i like daydreaming and imagining scenarios a lot"

this mf:

my honest reaction:

[ninyard]

exy fans + Twitter (the au where andreil gets outed)

[softboiled-egg]

Oh my little insane magical maniac 🥺

[roomsofmyheart]

I learned a while ago via a Merlin fanfic (and a couple google search results afterwards) that medieval peasants would break a coin in half and exchange it with their betrothed instead of exchanging rings for marriage.

Merlin and Arthur are constantly referred to as two sides of the same coin.

Do what you will with that information.

[redvelvetbunny]

hihi

what do you reckon Louis’ hair looked like when he was around clems age in s1?

here’s the little man, louis! (…and his friends. ^_^)

[scarland-artbook]

WE SAW YOU ON SCAR'S STREAM

teehee :J

[rockyp77mk3]

Socialist

[allastoredeer]

Since you're a multishipper (love that) have you consider Adam, Lucifer and Alastor as a trio? (Poor, poor Alastor)

Any thoughts?

Do I want Alastor to be stuck in the middle of a petty angel sandwich?

Yes. Yes I do.

[rise-of-thornclan]

Is Thornshade by chance a Dark Forest spirit?

she'll never tell

[indireneedoftherapy]

I now have just recently discovered about this hond book called Frollo meets his match, and the fact that it's official makes it even better, I mean—

LOOK AT HIM.

So the book is about Frollo just being appointed as the new Minister of Justice and being a killjoy, he later gets tricked by Marcel (the current leader of the gypsies) believing that he'll lead him to the court of miracles but NOPE, Frollo gets arrested TWICE, the second arrest was literally by one of his men and he gets humiliated in most part of the book.

Also,

Young Clopin!

[automeris-io-moth]

Short #2

Hero laid unmovable atop the bed, arms and legs lazily set over the mattress, left exactly how they fell when Villain set them there. Their enemy looked at them from the door, leaving it unlocked, it was not necessary to take the precaution, not with Hero as they were.

Villain settled beside them on the bed, sitting chest height, towering over. Hero looked at them with tired eyes, barely bothering to open them all the way, that might have caused offence in any other situation, a declaration of safety, meaning Villain was harmless, yet then, the criminal was relieved Hero could lower their defences. 

Villain cupped Hero's cheek with their hands, warmth guiding them to rest against it, a familiar feeling was certainly comforting.

"I'm sorry," Villain said, voice soft, "I should have never allowed you to leave my side."

Their hands travelled to the other's neck, a gentle grasp yet firm enough not to let it to be shaken off, if Hero ever pretended to move, twisting Hero's face from side to side, looking for more injuries than the evident. 

Villains frowned.

"Are you just gonna allow me to do whatever I want with you, like a ragdoll?" And despite their accusing words, their tone remained soft

"You always could anyway," Hero rasped out.

"And what makes you so sure I won't use it against you?"

Hero hummed, no more answers given.

With a sigh, their enemy answers, thumb stroking the edge of their throat.

"I won't give you back to them, I will keep you this time."

And that was fine for Hero, they thought as they closed their eyes, at least then and there.

Villain pressed a kiss on their forehead, laying besides them on the bed

Part 2

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Masterlist

[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

So fuck Bioware because of the ongoing lawsuit,but I had to point this out:

How the fuck are there Angara in the Milky Way? Or are we seriously getting ME5 in Andromeda (which would be hype)?

[cas-fulleditmode]

my sim attending copperdale high

[nuke-expo]

scar and grian: *interacting on hermitcraft/the life series*

hermitshippers:

[dramashii]

the pretty and cool woman he's talking about:

WEDDING IMPOSSIBLE (2024) | Ep 3