Feeling Like You're Too Much Is Honestly One Of The Worst Feelings To Possibly Exist. It Just Feels Like

~help me now~

My favorite part of the Song of Achilles:

Achilles: How could Heracles not recognize his wife?

Chiron: That is the nature of madness.

Patroclus’ inner monologue: Sounds like a skill issue. Couldn’t be me. Truly pathetic to be honest. Personally, I would recognize Achilles in the dark, or in disguise. I would know him even in madness. But that’s just me I guess.

needed somewhere to dump photos of Regulus

New Shiwasu Hoshikawa illustration to celebrate the end of the year 2024.

fuck those who say I'm oblivious

im js slow

Instructions unclear, they’re boyfriends now 🤷🏻‍♀️

been reading No longer Human by Osamu Dazai and I keep catching myself thinking the same way he would

death - january 4th - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 191

"Oh....holy...Salazar," Sirius murmurs, face completely alight with glee as he stands at Regulus's door.

Regulus wants to skin him alive. "Shut up," he orders, hands shaking and heart pounding with terror. "It's not what you think, it's-"

"It's not that you're lovingly sketching a picture of my shirtless best friend?" Sirius demands, still smirking happily.

And that's exactly what it is. Regulus had been so completely immersed in sketching James Potter in all of his annoying perfection that he hadn't heard Sirius knock or enter his room. And now...he has no explanation to offer him.

"You like him," Sirius states, chuckling.

Regulus knows that his one weakness is his brother. That for some reason, Sirius is the only person who can see through his immaculate poker face. So instead of lying, he says venomously, "I will ensure you have a gruesome, painful, drawn-out death if you tell a soul, Sirius, I swear to Mer-"

"What if I said he likes you too?" Sirius interrupts casually, sitting on Regulus's bed and smiling like Christmas has come early.

Immediately, Regulus turns to him, defensiveness and fury changing to hesitant curiosity. "Tell me more."

*Regulus finds out Voldemort was Tom Riddle*

Regulus: you’re NOT a pureblood?

Voldemort: well, no, but i am slytherin’s descendant. my father was a muggle—

Regulus: YOUR FATHER WAS A MUGGLE??

Regulus: AND YOUR MOTHER COULDN’T DO MAGIC??

Regulus: YOU’RE A QUARTER BLOOD

Voldemort: That’s not a thing

Regulus: Your nose is not a thing

Voldemort: Avada Kedavra

yeah surely im just faking. maybe id rlly do anything for attention heeelppppp