THATS SO PRETTY WHATTTTTT//

girl your so frick frackin good wth I swear I would've started sobbing on the ground on how good you are if I wasn't acting so high rn

lily sketches 🌼

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im so dorcas and panda core i love them so much <3

the skittles are all control freaks

regulus needs to control himself by controlling his emotions because he thinks it's the only way he can protect himself

barty needs to control his appearance and belongings because they're the only things in his life that are out of his father's control

dorcas needs to control even the smallest things and she micromanages everything because the need to be perfect is a constant itch in her mind that she needs to scratch

evan needs to control his relationships with other people because he thinks that's the only way he has power

pandora needs to make every decision, no matter how minor, because she thinks that's the only way she can change the future her visions have shown her

lily better watch out im coming for Pandora

Count your days evans

Pandalily first kiss? 🥹🥹☔️

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Forever - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 276

Evan leans against the embalming table, arms crossed, watching Barty pace the length of the morgue. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over them, but Barty’s hands are warm when he finally stops and presses his palms against Evan’s chest.

“What does forever mean to you, B?” Evan asks, tilting his head. His voice is quiet, but the words settle heavily between them.

Barty’s fingers twitch against Evan’s shirt, curling slightly like he wants to grab hold of something solid. “Forever?” he echoes, voice barely above a whisper. His mouth curves, sharp and amused, but there’s something in his eyes that betrays the expression. “Forever is a joke, love. Nothing lasts.”

Evan hums, lifting a hand to brush Barty’s curls away from his forehead. “That’s not true,” he murmurs. “Some things last. Some things rot slower than others.”

Barty laughs, a short, breathless sound. “You would think about decomposition when we’re talking about forever.” He shakes his head, but he doesn’t pull away. “So that’s your answer? That forever is just how long it takes for something to turn to dust?”

Evan considers him for a moment, then nods. “More or less.” He lets his fingers drift down, tracing the shape of Barty’s cheek, his jaw, the curve of his lips. “I think forever is measured in what’s left behind. Not the decay, but what lingers.”

Barty watches him for a long moment, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, slowly, he grins. “Well,” he says, voice dropping to something almost intimate, “guess we’ll just have to make sure we leave something worth remembering, won’t we?”

Evan smiles back, slow and knowing. “We already have.”

my reaction to this is insane 😭😭

regulus arches his back so prettily for james. He loves having his head in the pillows and his ass up for james to do whatever he wants with. But his eyes, james loves his eyes. How regulus looks up at him all blissed out, pupils blown and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

He can't decided which he loves more, he moves regulus around all the time depending on what he wants to see, dragging him into the position he wants and then james worships him.

by now its canon

When Sirius has his hair down, Remus knows he can touch Sirius whenever he wants. However, when Sirius ties his hair into a ponytail, it is an indication he is mad and would not like to be touched. Remus, of course, respects this because he knows what it is like to deal with an angry Sirius Black and doesn't recommend it. He would try offering a hug, which Sirius would usually give in to. As for James, he knows what it is like and is the sole person in the universe who can deal with Sirius like that patiently at that moment. He would explain everything from the other's perspective, with kindness and Patience. Regulus would just quip at Sirius sarcastically, saying things like "your hair sucks like that" and say stuff like "you don't know how they feel" and other comments like "you're such a mean bitch" until he realises the situation and is now just mad at Regulus.

owie

Reposting some slytherin skittles angst to kick off pride Month

I cackled after reading this

firework - february 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 362

"Oh fuck," Regulus mumbled, half-jogging toward his dorm room, his heart beating rapidly in his throat as he tried not to melt with embarrassment and terror. "Oh fuck." He slammed the door open, relieved to see that Dorcas and Pandora were there along with Evan and Barty. "Oh FUCK," he yelled, diving onto his bed and slamming his face into his pillow.

"Good day?" Pandora asked lightly from somewhere to his left, making him roll his eyes.

"I kissed James Potter," he answered, deciding to just bite the bullet.

The answering silence spoke volumes. After a few seconds, he raised his head to meet the shocked gazes of each of his friends before looking to Dorcas, who seemed almost ready to laugh.

"I kissed James Potter," he repeated, trying to digested the truth of the words. It still felt like a dream.

"Well shit," Barty mumbled, his voice low and impressed. "That's..."

"Are you okay? How did he react?" Pandora asked, seeming to have enough sense to think of the important questions. "How was it?"

But Regulus's mind was hazy. All he could think of was James's lips on his. The Gryffindor's hands moving to grab his waist, his own hands moving to tangle in James's hair. The way his heart had leapt with joy and want as James had pulled him even closer, as their tongues had tangled together, the heat of their skin and the warmth of their breath intermingling, both of them groaning with the contact.

He'd thought that his greatest fear was that James wouldn't want him. But after he'd melted into the older boy's embrace, after they'd both pulled back to breathe, after they'd pressed little kisses up each other's necks and James had murmured words into his ear that had made him whine...after they'd both said goodbye and waved to each other like love-struck idiots...he'd figured out there was something scarier than that: That James did want him, and that Regulus would fall head over heels.

He just wasn't sure how much he actually cared to stop himself from falling.

"It was like fireworks," he mumbled, touching his lips with his fingertips and smiling a bit.

ok im dropping haagan Dias or whatever ben and Jerry's here I come

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