“I Have A Strange Feeling With Regard To You. As If I Had A String Somewhere Under My Left Ribs, Tightly

have i mentioned i cry over him daily

voulez-vous by ABBA goes hard as fuck and if you say that u don’t do the little a-ha’s with passion then ur a liar

Penny: Farmer, your turn! Two truths and one lie!

Farmer: Okay, so… My favorite color is red, I’m right-handed…

Farmer: And I explored all 120 floors of the mines and donated all my valuable artifacts to Gunther so he would give me a rusty key, letting me go down to the sewers and meet a friendly shadow guy, who I’m now letting live in my house to protect him from the dwarf assassins.

Penny: Oh, Farmer, as entertaining as that story was, I think you should make the lie a bit less obvious-

Sam: They’re left-handed.

Penny:

Sam:

Farmer:

Penny: YOU WHAT

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You think bisexuals who end up with the opposite gender are still valid bisexuals.

it's giving princess celestia

Ivy (R.L.)

Evermore

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: The reader is trapped in a loveless and neglectful arranged marriage. She hires her old school crush, Remus Lupin, to tutor her son

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of abuse, the reader is a mother, cheating, angst

Word Count: 4.9k

A/n: i am actually so so proud of this so um i hope you like it

Your life was nothing but a monotonous cycle of sameness, every day identical to the one before. Every day you awoke to a cold and empty bed, your silk sheets barren of who should be a loving husband. And every day you sat by your bay window with a cup of tea, leaving it unsipped until it became cold. You watched your son stumble around the manor, his tiny legs still clumsy like a newborn foal. You painted or read to bide your time, hoping to make the long hours go faster, but they never did. Nearly six years of this routine but no part of you longed to break free from it. 

You had been bred for this life since you had sprung into existence. You came from a prominent pureblood family and you were taught your place early on. You were to be silent and polite and you must not speak unless spoken to. It didn’t matter your intelligence or wit, you were nothing but a commodity with good posture and acceptable table manners. You were a pawn in your father’s chess game, something to be used for business deals and backdoor dealings. Your existence was for the purpose of your father’s advancement in pureblood society and nothing more. 

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