The Dron Interactions In My Fic Are Boutta Be Wild Bc They're Gonna Be In Such A Ginormous Grey Area

nodding my head and going "yes!" while reading problematic media so everyone knows i endorse everything happening and i think its awesome

youre really fucking weird

stop flirting with me

katsuki haters are the enemies of nuance and whimsy

While hashing out my Late-Borgin Tom design and demeanor I was thinking about horcrux timelines and when he'd made the locket

"Hm. The locket is the one Ron had homoerotic tension with right"

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I have no AU in mind i just like when loving couples are not matching each other's energy at all and think tom being patronizing towards his much younger agonizingly normal boyfriend who he is emotionally dependent on is really, really funny.

angel spotted; thought of you

i think it's probably just the perspective but she looks so small... fledgeling angel. cups her gently in my palms and smiles as four hundred thousand volts of electrical current rip through my body.

mkay dron nation, i present to you: the fic that stemmed entirely from the offhand thought "Ron would have more emotional intelligence than this" while reading a random mention of the sectumsempra scene™ and then summarily took over my entire life.

inspiral

[in which Sirius lives, Harry chills out (relatively), and Ron is forced (by absolutely no one) to pick up the Malfoy-stalking slack.

. . .

Ron was growing weary of Harry and Malfoy circling each other like a pair of feral street cats gearing up for a fight. It reminded him of Mr. Mittens, the raggedy cat Ginny had smuggled home once, and his . . . friend. He sometimes worried that this all might end up like that, what with Harry throwing around wild accusations and Malfoy sneering cryptic shite at them in response. It was ridiculous, but Ron suspected whatever Mr. Mittens had going on back then wasn’t very rational either, and they’d still ended up with a cat, a corpse, and a bloody living room floor.

. . .

Ron paused with his hand reaching for the bathroom door, debating turning back-- back to dinner and his friends and pretending he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

it's. long. this thing. so weekly updates, with ch1 up now💞

He drew in a breath before easing it open. The sound of sobbing -- choking, heaving, desperate -- was no longer muffled by the heavy wood. A high, whiny voice crooned empty platitudes like backing vocals for the world’s most depressing song, and it was with a creeping horror that Ron realized Myrtle wasn’t the one crying.

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onto the ch1 highlight reel!!

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they arent a rarepair in my heart bc i think about them constantly and it needs to stop and also ive gotta finish my physics hw

Friendly reminder that yesterday when my mom took me to Walmart she left me alone in the toilet paper section and this guy started hitting on me and I said “Sorry, I’m a lesbian.” and he was like “Oh my god I’m so sorry I thought you were a boy.”

gym bros 💪