The Words 'yeah Yeah Yeah' And 'bro' Have Been Forcefully Injected Into My Vocabulary, And I Don't Even

Barty rarely ever does things without thinking.

It might look like he does, but his brain just works faster than most people,

and he chooses the option no sane person would.

i feel like peter would be that friend who is always on the most random side quests 😭 like they’re all blowing up the gc wondering where he is and bro’s judging a dog show 3 towns over 😭😭😭

Regulus and Arcturus look ridiculously similar. It's to the point that when Arcturus has passed and regulus's baby weight has shed, sometimes when Orion sees regulus out of the corner of his eye he flinches

this fic has some banger fucking lines i almost couldn’t pick one

anyways read sssbmty it’s by @aachria and it’s fucking amazing

reblogs>>>likes

textless version under the cut!

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Made a Peter Pettigrew kinnie bingo !! Enjoy !!

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

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⚠️MARAUDERS FANS⚠️

we've had the Marauders, we've had the Valkyries, we've had the Slytherin Skittles, now i present...

✨THE PERFUME POSSE✨

(aka the IT blondes of ravenclaw tower + our boy peter)

People: Peter Pettigrew, Gilderoy Lockhart, Rita Skeeter, Emmeline Vance, Xenophilius Lovegood, Pandora Rosier

Lore: Based on the Gilderat ship, the Perfume Posse consists of the IT BLONDES of Ravenclaw tower. Rita Skeeter started a school newspaper for Hogwarts called The Acid Zine: An A-Z on all of Hogwart's gossip. Gilderoy is her top editor and Ravenclaw liaison. He eventually teams up with Peter who, due to his ability to turn into a rat, is excellent at secretly getting gossip from all around the school. Xeno and Pandora are good friends with the others and constantly have to listen to Gilderoy complaining about Peter (they are definitely in love). Emmeline thinks they're all a little silly, but she rooms with Rita and Pandora, so eventually ends up befriending all of them. They are the bitchy gossips who have the entirety of Hogwarts wrapped around their finger because who is gonna mess with the people who could expose your greatest secrets? The Perfume Posse naturally get their name from the Gilderat lore, where Gilderoy becomes well known for smelling amazing. All of the perfume posse have their own signature scent, the brand of which is their closest guarded secret.

And what if I said Regulus, Remus and Severus were all gacha kids...

actively going insane as we speak. i wish and crave a physical copy of sssbmty but i have a grand total of 0 book binding skills. everyday i suffer with the fact that i can NEVER own a physical copy in my own two hands. its devastating. i can feel my soul crushing in on itself as it realizes i will never feel the pure bliss of reading sssbmty on smooth paper. i cry and scream and beg the gods to give me the skills and supplies i require to forge my own book, yet wilt and crumble in the cold, empty response they give.

"NO" they shout.

"YOU MUST NEVER EVER BE GIVEN WHAT YOU NEED FOR THIS TASK" they cry out, knowing i will be finally happy if given what i crave.

"PLEASE" i scream into the void, "I WILL WORK WITH THE BARE MINIMUM !! I NEED IT PLEASE !!"

they stare at me, a cold piercing look that travels through my spine as i realize what choice they have already decided, tears well up in my eyes and i collapse onto the rocky ground, all fight leaving me.

"WE HAVE DECIDED TO NEVER EVER LET YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANT. YOU WILL WASTE YOUR GOLDEN YEARS TRAVELING, LOOKING FOR WHAT YOU DO NOT HAVE. SPEND YOUR LATER YEARS IN DESPAIR AS YOU SLOWLY REALIZE YOU WASTED SO MUCH OF YOUR LIFE FINDING THE UNACHIEVABLE. AND YOU WILL DIE COLD ALONE WITHOUT ANY BOOK TO SHOW FOR WHAT YOU SUFFERED YOUR WHOLE LIFE FOR!!" they shout, their voices echoing in my head as i cry and cry, choking on sobs as the despair slowly sinks in.

their godly presence slowly ease out of my mind. i am left gasping and sobbing in the middle of my bedroom, feeling completely hollow as the utter rejection from the gods sink in, everything i have ever and will ever dream of.....

...

..

.

No.

i wont let this be.

i WILL find a way to get this book in my hands.

i will.

...Babe are you ok??? What the fuck??????

moarrr bot!evil mark x top!reader pls… bonus if he can’t control his powers during sex 🙂‍↕️

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Male!Reader Summary: Mark forgets his own strength in the heat of the moment—but when you remind him who’s really in control, he never stands a chance.

Mark’s grip is tight—too tight.

You barely notice at first, too lost in the feeling of him beneath you, his body writhing, his voice already wrecked from everything you’ve been giving him. But then—

“Fuck—!”

You flinch, a sharp curse slipping past your lips as a sharp ache flares in your arms.

Mark’s eyes snap open, golden irises wide as he registers what just happened. His fingers had dug in—not on purpose, not in malice, but because he couldn’t control himself.

The evidence is clear: deep, dark bruises forming in the shape of his hands against your forearms.

“Shit—” Mark swallows, genuinely looking guilty for once, his lips parting as if to apologize. “I didn’t mean to—”

But he doesn’t get the chance.

Because the second he opens his mouth—

You slam forward, bringing your chest flush against his, shoving him deeper into the mattress.

Mark gasps, his words cut off, his breath stolen as you pick up the pace, driving him into a pleasure so intense his body twitches beneath you.

Your voice is low, dark, dangerously smug as you murmur right against his ear—

“My turn.”

Mark barely has a second to process before he loses it.

His fingers twitch, gripping at your back now instead, his moans turning into helpless, breathless noises as you absolutely ruin him.

And the bruises on your arms?

Yeah.

By the time you’re done with him, Mark will have his own to match.

What seems like hours- which it was, he was done. out of breath, his body littered with many of reader's love or hate bites.. Reader thought Mark had a enough, leaning back on his knees Mark's legs on either side of reader's form and watching him trembling with shaky moans.

Reader rubbing his thumb over Mark's trembling thigh over the sore bite marks, feeling it jumped in his hold with a satisfied sigh. He gently patted the thigh which was met with a sharp gasped saying with low tone.

"I'm gonna shower," a sound of a groan or a choked from the back of Mark's throat soon followed.

-

Steam lingers in the bathroom, curling around your skin as you stand in front of the mirror, fresh from the shower. Droplets of water slide down your arms, but what really catches your eye?

The deep, dark bruises on your forearms—the ones shaped perfectly like Mark’s hands.

You exhale through your nose, pressing a thumb against one of the marks, feeling the dull ache pulse beneath your skin. A sharp sting follows when you poke at it again, making your irritation spike just a little.

From your position, you have a clear view of the bedroom through the open door.

And Mark?

Mark looks like a crime scene.

He’s sprawled face-up on the bed, completely wrecked—his golden eyes barely cracked open, body covered in bruises, hickeys, and bite marks that range from hard, deep chomps to lighter love bites. His legs? Still trembling. His chest, shoulders, and neck? Marked beyond recognition.

Some of the bites are bleeding—not too much, just enough to serve as a very clear reminder of what happened.

Reader hates having any kind of marks on his body. always making sure his skin is clear, untouched, perfect.

And Mark knows this.

Which is exactly why you taught him a lesson.

Because next time?

Next time, he’ll think twice before bruising you.

Mark makes a low, dazed sound, shifting slightly, but his body is too spent to do much more than twitch.

You roll your shoulders, still prodding at your bruises with an annoyed sigh before turning back to the mirror.

At least one of you learned something tonight.

notes - hope this was up to your standards!! I been playing Minecraft for 3 hours with my bro.. god he sucked ass kept dying whenever I'm not there and gets all mad if he can't find me!! hehe I love my broisk