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maraudersandlily20·3 days agoText

You know how people ask for money on social media to help them with stuff? I’ve never been in a place financially where I needed to do that (luckily).

But I miss @hpandtheprinter so much that I would do a song and dance for anyone who could get me to Missouri.

Give me money, world! I MISS MY BEST FRIEND

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maraudersandlily20·4 days agoText

*This story will make a lot more sense if you read the last prompt I wrote*

“I can’t talk about this anymore, James.” Sirius says, fuming. He and James had been working on cleaning the dishes after dinner. Lily was asleep in her and James’ room, tired and very pregnant. The boys didn’t mind the chores if it made Lily feel less stressed. However, James had used the quiet moment to broach the topic that Sirius had been ignoring for days. 

Regulus.

“Well, that’s too bad, because we’re going to talk about it!” James spat, dunking his hands into the soapy water and pulling out a plate. He shoved it at Sirius who dried it off and placed it on the pile. 

“There’s nothing to say.”
“Liar.” James said, turning to look at him. “You won’t even listen, so there’s obviously something you need to get off your chest.

Sirius turned and moved away from his best friend, trying to show that he was done with the conversation. He would clean the rest of the dishes later. He walked toward the study, pushing the door open in frustration, listening as James followed behind him. “I don’t know what you thought you saw or why anything happened the way it did, but Regulus didn’t save your life because he cares about you. He must have an ulterior motive. They always do!”

James persisted in his chase, a dish rag thrown over his shoulder, his hands covered in water and bubbles. “This was different, Pads. He knew exactly what he was doing. He could have very easily collapsed that entire ravine onto Dorcas and I, but he didn’t. He purposefully shot the curses just far enough away from us that we wouldn’t be hurt and we would have enough time to escape.” James had been trying to have this conversation with Sirius for over a week. After his and Dorcas’ escape from the Ravine, after Regulus had called out to him and saved their lives, he was convinced that maybe it was time that someone did the same for Regulus. 

Sirius did not agree. 

“I know you always see the best in people, mate,” Sirius placated. “But Regulus made his choice a long time ago. We have no idea the kind of things they have drilled into his head. There’s nothing good about him anymore. He’s a death eater, remember? They’re convinced that the world needs to be purified. You know that. What can we do to change that?”

James frowned at him, wiping the moisture onto his jeans as he contemplated a way to answer. “Just because a sheep lives in a flock doesn’t mean it shares the flocks’ thoughts.” He finally answered, nose screwed up in frustration, knowing that he sounded as ridiculous as he felt.

“That’s… that’s stupid.”

“I know,” James answered, laughing at his metaphor but also feeling himself growing frustrated. “But that’s not the point. The point is that, in all the times we’ve interacted with Regulus, how many times has he himself actually done anything to hurt us?” A pause, as if Sirius was taking a moment to actually consider. James saw his hesitation and jumped on it. “I can’t think of any. In fact, if anything, I can only remember the times when he has stopped something which prevented us from getting hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter, James. He’s still one of them. He already chose his side.”

“People are allowed to change.”

“But they don’t! People never, EVER change,” Sirius yelled, twisting around on James, breathing hard. “People will never change who they are. A sheep is still a sheep, even if you shave it.”

“I thought we decided that was a stupid metaphor.”

“Yeah, but it does the trick.”

“Sirius, I know that he hurt you-”

“No, you don’t. You don’t know the half of it. The things that we went through together, the times we made promises to each other, and how easy it was for him to turn his back on all of that. I can’t just forget all of that, James. I can’t pretend that it didn’t happen. You have no idea how he went against everything, broke every promise, to serve them.”

“Doesn’t he deserve a second chance?”

“NO! Life isn’t kind, James. It doesn’t offer second chances.”

“Well, we gave you one.” His voice is soft, as if reluctant to bring up the memory.

Sirius remembers, though. It had been the hardest and best day of his life, after he had begged for forgiveness from his friends. They had all collapsed on top of him, loving him so fearlessly, until he believed that they would never truly leave him. There was nothing he could do that would make them stop loving him. He remembered his friends, the comfort of finally having them with him again, loving him despite his mistake, being there for him as he made amends. He wonders where he would be without it. “That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because… just because, okay James?” He could feel the heat rising in his face as he yelled, wanting James to understand. “I don’t know what you think you saw or the kind of person you’re hoping Regulus to be, but that isn’t him, okay? Regulus is a death eater, he has a dark mark. They didn’t force him to take it, he did it willingly. He is just as much a Death Eater as any of the rest of them. That was a choice that he made.”

“But shouldn’t he be allowed to change his mind?” 

The persistence of his best friend grated on Sirius. He ground his teeth as he thought through his response.“Why? And when does that stop? What, because he barely saved you and Dorcas and he maybe didn’t personally go after any of us in school, that means we need to bend over backwards to give him more credit then he deserves? Pretend that now, he’s somehow a good person? He’s secretly wanting to change? To be good? How long do I have to offer him redemption just for him to keep doing the same terrible things. How many times do I give another chance to someone who just won’t take it?”

“I don’t know,” James admitted, his voice matching Sirius’ in pitch, though his voice carried a great deal more sadness than anger. “He’s seen a lot of terrible things in his life, Sirius. He’s had terrible things happen to him. He’s been groomed for this life since he was born. What other option did he have?”

“He could have come with me!” Sirius roared. “He could have packed a bag and left that place behind forever, like I did. He could have found a home with you and your parents, like me. But instead, he stayed there. He became the very thing we swore we never would be.”

James was already shaking his head at the comments, wanting to bring clarity to Sirius, have him think with his head and not react with his wounds. “We have no idea what he’s gone through, Sirius,” he pleaded, begging him to understand. “Who knows what your parents did to him when you left?”

“He became everything my parents hoped for, James. Regulus, the true Black heir, a member of the elite wizards, on the right hand of the Dark Lord. Nothing they did to him will ever excuse those choices.”

“So, what, all of the suffering he went through, the pain and the beatings, the curses that leave scars, we just disregard that? After a childhood of misery and pain, we just look the other way? Even though he’s shown us that he has the capacity for goodness?”

“YES!”

“How? How can we do that? He was a child!”

“So was I! We grew up in the same place. We lived under the same circumstances. I took punishment after punishment if it meant that he wouldn’t have to take it. I stood in front of him no matter what our parents threw at me. I would have given my life to make sure he was safe!” Sirius felt the tears forming his eyes, his throat tightening at the admission, at the pain he felt of the betrayal. He wasn’t angry because Regulus had become a Death Eater. He was angry because Regulus had stayed, chosen hell with their parents, not life with him. “And when I finally had a chance to run, I asked him to come with me. We could have left behind the pain and the curses and all of the bullshit. And you know what happened? He chose to stay. He turned his back on me.” The tears were flowing in earnest then, streaking down Sirius’ face. “I will not excuse his choices because of the way he grew up. I won’t. Because I grew up the same way. I was there with him, having to face the same things. We were the same. But I didn’t turn out to be a Death Eater. I didn’t turn my back on the people who loved me!”

“But you had us.” James counters, his voice getting softer, stepping forward in hopes of the chance to comfort Sirius. “When you needed a place to run, you had one. We are your family, Sirius. You’ve always had us.” He grabbed his best friend’s arm, showing him that he was there, that he wasn’t leaving. When Sirius finally looked up at him, he winced and whispered, “Who does he have?”

That simple question held in itself everything that Sirius had attempted to ignore when it came to his brother. Who did Regulus have? The life that Sirius led was one that he had cultivated himself, but had also been influenced by a great deal of luck as well. Regulus didn’t have that. What kind of love and care was offered to him now? Sirius didn’t know. James pushed on. 

“I know there are things that he has done that you can never forgive him for.” He grabbed Sirius’ hand, holding it tightly between both of his. “What he has chosen is inexcusable and wrong. He is on the wrong side. You know that, and I know that. It hurts to see him there, I know. But how long are you going to let that make you hate him? How long are you going to suffer without him until you finally open your eyes? What is it going to take for you to forgive him?”

They were questions that seemed stuck inside Sirius’ head. He thought through his decisions, the situations that he had found himself in. What if Regulus was put in those situations? What would have been different? What would have happened if Regulus was allowed to choose, to change? What would Sirius do if that did happen?

“The only one that is still getting hurt is you, Pads. You lose him over and over when you don’t forgive him. You let yourself hope that he’ll make a different decision without letting him know you love him regardless, despite all of his decisions.” James smiled a bit, wanting Sirius to believe as much as he did that there was a chance for Regulus. That they shouldn’t give up on him because of what he had chosen before, but give him a chance to choose better. “Maybe that’s all he needs. Proof. Proof that there is something else he can have, that he can depend on. He’s only known darkness. Maybe it’s time to offer him some light?”

It was strange for Sirius to imagine life with Regulus again. The brother he had loved and encouraged for so many years was now trapped in a web of darkness. Could there be a chance for him? Could Sirius offer his hand and actually have him take it? Could Regulus be saved? It was a thought that brought a moment of peace to his tumultuous thoughts. Imagining Regulus taking his hand, being there for him, keeping his promises.
But then, he saw the memory of Regulus shoving Sirius’ trunk away from himself and leaving his room in silence, not even turning to look at him before he left. He saw the choice that Regulus had made in that moment. He hadn’t chosen Sirius. He had chosen everything but Sirius. 

“Can’t you try to forgive him?” James whispered, unaware of the battle raging inside of his best friend.

Sirius shut his eyes against the thought, seeing day after day of torture and pain at the hands of his parents. He saw Regulus, small and fragile, hiding behind him as Sirius took on another punishment. He saw how Regulus trusted him, staying in his room for hours during Christmas vacation, quiet and listening as Sirius prattled on about anything and everything. He saw all of the good in their lives that they had shared together. He remembered the promise he had made to his brother, that he would always be there for him, protect him, and love him, no matter what. And he saw Regulus turn his back on all of it.

Anger roiled in his gut, but beneath it, much more poignant and unsettling was the feeling of grief. 

Sirius’ Regulus didn’t exist anymore. 

All that was left was pain and darkness.

Nothing more.

He looked at James, cold. “No. I can’t forgive him. I will never forgive him,” he answered before turning his back, leaving James alone in the middle of the room, stunned. He knew that Sirius meant it, that he would never let himself be in a position to love Regulus again. James knew, then, that Regulus would never get to have Sirius again. And that was the thing that hurt the most. 

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maraudersandlily20·7 days agoAnswer

Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful! Keep going to make someone smile 💕🌟

As per tradition, I will not be sending this to anyone because I am a stupid hoe. But thank you!! 🤍

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maraudersandlily20·7 days agoText

accio:

voldemort: ok, breaking into hogwarts plan number 324 - wormtail, did you purchase the giant trampoline?

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maraudersandlily20·8 days agoAnswer

"so, how's your baby daddy?" for a prompt? could be humorous or angsty, anything you feel like!

It had been so sudden, such a small moment, so seemingly inconsequential, that if he hadn’t been paying attention, he might have missed it. The mission had been a back and forth type of scenario, each side landing curses on the other, but neither getting any leverage. James was unsure of how they had ended up in the rocky landscape, running through a ravine and trying not to trip. It was difficult to avoid tripping, but he had a firm grip on Dorcas’ hand and refused to let them get separated.

“We have to get out of here!” She yelled over the commotion. James could only nod his agreement before turning around to face their attackers. With horror, he noticed that they were beginning to bounce spells off of the rock formations, making some tumble between the two running groups.

“Dorky, I think we’re in trouble.”

“What do you mean?”

James pointed at the Death Eaters casting curses that could very well cause a rockslide. If successful, they could make the entire canyon fall in on itself. Dorcas looked at James in horror and the two began running harder, holding each other’s hand in a death grip.

The ravine started to narrow, the formations on either side looking more and more precarious as they went along. If they could just make it a bit further, just past one more bend, they might be able to find a place to hide and apparate. 

And then he heard it.

“PRONGS!”

The voice rang out amidst the chaos and James slowed and turned back to the oncoming attackers. At the front of the group, just barely in front of the others, was Regulus Black. 

Regulus Black was calling out to him.

Regulus Black had just called him Prongs.

He was running, his thin long legs making the strides seem much easier to cover. James wasn’t sure what to do. If he stopped for Regulus, it could be a trap. But Regulus had never called James by his nickname before. He wasn’t even aware that Regulus knew about it at all. 

Their eyes met for a moment, and James felt like time slowed down as he watched Regulus, Dorcas pulling at his hand to keep him moving. 

“Watch me,” Regulus mouthed clearly. James wasn’t aware of what he would be watching, but his eyes were glued to the 17 year old, who was studying the sides of the Ravine. When he had found what he was looking for, he held up his wand and prepared to shout a curse. But just before he did, he looked at James again and yelled the word “DROP”!

Unaware of why he was listening to Regulus, someone who was supposed to be his sworn enemy, James did as he was told and grabbed a hold of Dorcas, throwing them both on the ground, keeping her underneath him.

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maraudersandlily20·9 days agoAnswer

"so, how's your baby daddy?" for a prompt? could be humorous or angsty, anything you feel like!

It had been so sudden, such a small moment, so seemingly inconsequential, that if he hadn’t been paying attention, he might have missed it. The mission had been a back and forth type of scenario, each side landing curses on the other, but neither getting any leverage. James was unsure of how they had ended up in the rocky landscape, running through a ravine and trying not to trip. It was difficult to avoid tripping, but he had a firm grip on Dorcas’ hand and refused to let them get separated.

“We have to get out of here!” She yelled over the commotion. James could only nod his agreement before turning around to face their attackers. With horror, he noticed that they were beginning to bounce spells off of the rock formations, making some tumble between the two running groups.

“Dorky, I think we’re in trouble.”

“What do you mean?”

James pointed at the Death Eaters casting curses that could very well cause a rockslide. If successful, they could make the entire canyon fall in on itself. Dorcas looked at James in horror and the two began running harder, holding each other’s hand in a death grip.

The ravine started to narrow, the formations on either side looking more and more precarious as they went along. If they could just make it a bit further, just past one more bend, they might be able to find a place to hide and apparate. 

And then he heard it.

“PRONGS!”

The voice rang out amidst the chaos and James slowed and turned back to the oncoming attackers. At the front of the group, just barely in front of the others, was Regulus Black. 

Regulus Black was calling out to him.

Regulus Black had just called him Prongs.

He was running, his thin long legs making the strides seem much easier to cover. James wasn’t sure what to do. If he stopped for Regulus, it could be a trap. But Regulus had never called James by his nickname before. He wasn’t even aware that Regulus knew about it at all. 

Their eyes met for a moment, and James felt like time slowed down as he watched Regulus, Dorcas pulling at his hand to keep him moving. 

“Watch me,” Regulus mouthed clearly. James wasn’t aware of what he would be watching, but his eyes were glued to the 17 year old, who was studying the sides of the Ravine. When he had found what he was looking for, he held up his wand and prepared to shout a curse. But just before he did, he looked at James again and yelled the word “DROP”!

Unaware of why he was listening to Regulus, someone who was supposed to be his sworn enemy, James did as he was told and grabbed a hold of Dorcas, throwing them both on the ground, keeping her underneath him.

As James was watching, he saw Regulus shout out a curse and a dark purple spell fly through the air, to one side of the ravine and then the other. It made contact with the rocks that loomed over them, and then they exploded. Both sides of the ravine wall flew towards each other, colliding in a large and loud eruption. And it happened perhaps 10 paces away from where James and Dorcas cowered. There were a few rocks that landed around them, but neither of them were hurt. 

When it sounded like the rocks had settled, James looked up in awe. Regulus had, somehow, broken through the entire sheet of rock, breaking up the entirety of the ravine, all the while creating a large barrier between James, Dorcas, and those that pursued them. It became a physical wall towering over them, and it was not lost on James what had happened. Regulus had created a separation, a barrier, a chance to escape. Regulus had, in that one moment, saved their lives.

James clamored to his feet and helped Dorcas do the same. She coughed a few times from the dust, her curls coated in dirt. With wide eyes, she gaped at the stone wall that had been built. She looked up at James, confusion clear in her face, and whispering, “Did Regulus Black just save our lives?”

“I… I think he did.”

They stared in silence, listening to hear if any of their pursuers were attempting to get over the rocks before Dorcas squeezed James’ hand, pulled out her wand, and then they were gone. 

They fell in a dirty heap in front of the current rendezvous point of the order, wincing as they collided with the earth. James knew that the running had taken a great deal out of both of them, and so pushed off of Dorcas and laid on his back, gazing up at the clouds that were moving slowly by. It was a complete contrast to what they had just come from. 

The door of the small house burst open and Gideon Prewitt fell out, his wand pointing toward the invisible enemy.

“Dorcas, what did you call me the first time we met?” He asked, using a question that no imposter would know the answer to. 

“An illegitimate use of oxygen.”

“James, what color socks did you give me for my birthday?”

“I didn’t give you socks, Gid. I gave Fab socks, and I gave you a hat. And I knitted them myself for you both and they were black.”

“Alright,” Gideon said, becoming less tense. “Get inside, the both of you.”

They did as they were told, scrambling to their feet and heading toward the safety of the hide out. As soon as they were through the door, Marlene was holding onto Dorcas tightly, refusing to let her go. James received a similar treatment from Remus, who hugged him tightly before kissing his cheek in relief. Next, he was embraced by his wife, who had been in the kitchen upon their arrival. They were offered drinks and food, which they both accepted. Dorcas went to shower while James found himself in a side bedroom, asking for some quiet, as he had been exhausted by the mission. That had been true, but he really needed a moment to process what had happened in that ravine.

Regulus Black had just saved his life. 

Regulus Black had just destroyed a ravine so completely that it had created a wall.

Regulus Black had just betrayed his own people, for him and for Dorcas.

Regulus Black had just called James Prongs.

Regulus Black, Regulus Black, Regulus Black…

His mind was swimming, and he threw open the window to get some cool air against his face. He settled against the foot of the bed, wrapping his arms around his legs. He tried to breathe evenly, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw those silver grey eyes, that pale face, unruly curled black hair, so many familiar features. Features that belonged to one of James’ favorite people in the world. The face that James had seen in the ravine, the moment before he was saved, that looked so much like Sirius.

Because his window was open, he heard the moment that Sirius returned to the house. He walked up, his gate graceful on the steps. He entered the house and James could imagine what was happening. He would kiss Remus hello, shake Gideon’s hand or some nonsense, kiss Lily and then ask about him. And sure enough, he heard through the wall: “So, how’s your baby daddy?“ Lily laughed and explained that James had wanted some rest.

Sirius was persistent and stubborn and the fact that James had said he wanted sleep wouldn’t stop him from going to check on him. The knob on the door twisted and light spilled inside, presumably illuminating James’ who sat curled on the floor, staring out of the window in silence.

“Prongs?” Sirius said, his voice ringing in concern.

That nickname startled James coming from Sirius’ voice, causing him to flinch. Sirius stepped in, shocked by the reaction. “Prongs, what happened? What’s wrong?”

James turned to look at Sirius, taking in his long hair tied back, the way his eyes squinted when he was worried, and how funny he looked in his leather jacket and his fluffy socks, which he wore under his leather boots. As he looked at him, though, he could see the face of his brother, running just behind them in the ravine. Regulus holding his wand out. Regulus calling out to him. Regulus telling him to drop to the ground… Regulus saving his life. It played like an instant replay in his mind. He looked so much like Sirius that it felt hard to breathe.

“Prongs?”

James felt the tears sting his eyes as he stared at his best friend. Because now he couldn’t see just Sirius. Sirius, his best friend who he trusted more than anyone, who was kind and loving and brave. Sirius, who loved him so much. James could see it in his eyes as he looked at him, that never ending and eternal love. 

Because now he had seen it on another face, in another set of eyes, identical to the ones that watched him now. He had seen that same look of love and concern, just hours before, in Regulus’ eyes.

Sirius moved toward him, dropping to the floor and wrapping his best friend in his arms, allowing James to curl into him and cry harder. He wasn’t sure why he was so jarred by what had happened, but it touched a part of him that he hadn’t been aware of. Seeing Regulus in that ravine, watching him save his life, made James question everything that had happened to him so far and what he could have done to change it. What he could have done to save Regulus before the ravine. What he could have done to love Regulus back.

“I think,” he hiccuped, trying to speak clearly. “I think I’ve been wrong about everything.” And then he grabbed onto Sirius tightly, wishing he could hug Regulus just as hard.

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maraudersandlily20·11 days agoAnswer

heyy! saw you were looking for some promts? well i thought if i could maybe suggest something about Reg and Sirius? maybe one of them wants to talk with the other after Sirius has ran away? something like that. only if you like the idea though!

The room was empty and cold and unlived in. It had been years since a living human had stepped into the room. There was a feeling in the air, like the past of the owner loomed in every direction.

Sirius was just… staring. He could feel himself staring, hardly breathing, trying to convince himself to take a step forward. And when he did that, he had to convince himself to flick on the light. And then he seemed to stop breathing all together. 

The room looked very much the same as it always did. The bed was neatly made. There were no photographs on the walls, simply a Slytherin banner that their mother had given him hung above his drawers. The closet held numerous white, grey, and black clothing, as if he had never worn one color in his life. Even the shoes were paired and tucked away. If there had been someone living there, you wouldn’t know it from looking at the room. It was a ghost’s habitat. A place that had a memory of living that could never be pinned down. 

Kreacher had told him that he had been caring for “master Regulus’” room after his disappearance. He never let the dust gather, he kept everything exactly how master liked it. It was a stagnant piece of history, unnoticed and untouched even as years moved on.

Sirius felt like the past was holding his hand, gripping tightly, forcing him to remember times spent in this room. Times spent with his…

His brother.

The titled smarted at a wound that Sirius held deep down, one that he couldn’t explain. James was his real brother, not Regulus. Regulus had picked his side. He had decided against Sirius.

And yet.

Sirius would never deny the presence of an ache in his soul when he remembered Regulus. He had felt his absence in his life the moment he had left his brother behind. No amount of begging would convince Regulus to join Sirius and leave their abusive house behind them. He was just as stubborn as Sirius was, but he lacked the courage to leave.

During their school years, Sirius had noticed evidence of their parents’ cruel treatment of his younger brother, but he never seemed to complain. In fact, Sirius often wondered if Regulus knew how to feel emotion. He seemed so cold and stone like. Remus had compared him to a statue on numerous occasions. Sirius couldn’t help but agree.

The room Sirius stood before belonged to a human that Sirius had known but maybe hadn’t fully understood. Remus told him of his mysterious disappearance and later the declaration of his death. It weighed on Sirius more than he would admit. And now, he was standing in the doorway of Regulus’ room, looking as dark and as cold as Regulus had been himself.

“I don’t suppose there is anyone in here?” He said, a sarcastic note in his voice. “Regulus would never lower himself to becoming a ghost and haunting this house. It’s haunted enough.” He wandered into the room, settling into the desk chair, swiveling it to face the bed. 

“It weird, how different we were. My rooms were always covered in portraits and posters. Whereas his is just… plain. Even in the place where he was supposed to feel most safe, he never left any evidence of himself.” Sirius leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I always wondered if Regulus ever wanted to live a life outside of this,” there was a hint of pain as he spoke. “I guess I’ll never know.”

He looked at the room again, assessing the cold atmosphere and felt a deep longing inside him to just ask Regulus what he thought about his own room, why he had left it so bare. And, beyond that, why he hadn’t left. Why he refused to change, why he never let emotion overwhelm him, like any ordinary kid would have. He had so many questions for his brother that he felt would never be answered. 

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maraudersandlily20·12 days agoText

maraudersandlily20:

If you’re looking for some JOY *wink*, look no further…

As many of you know, and many of you don’t, I’ve been having a rough go of things lately, mental health wise, and it sucks.

But something I’ve done the past few days is go to my friends’ blogs, type in “jo”, and bask in their love through posts and tags. It’s been a great way to remind myself of all the people who love me and who I wouldn’t have in my life without this community. And tonight, I waded into the deepest pool of love that has ever existed.

That’s right, everyone.

I went into Jay’s blog.

If you haven’t been following the love story that is the ship JOY then let me just sum up everything that has happened real quick.

  • Jay agreed to do an online with me
  • Jay and I wrote scripts for each other
  • I was terrified of the incredibleness that is Jay (still stands)
  • I confessed that I was in love with them
  • Somehow they fell in love with me too
  • Mush
  • Gushing
  • Disgusting declarations of emotion
  • Proposals
  • Etc

I think you get the picture. Well, in my sadness this evening, I turned to Jay’s blog. And I found…… a lot. A lot of things. I didn’t think reblogging all of them would be smart, so I went through, read EVERYTHING, took pictures of some of my favorites, and decided to write a public thank you note to the love of my life.

One day, when I grow up, I want to be able to love myself as much as Jay loves me.

How much do they love me?

I’m glad you asked. I have photographic proof…

When I grow up, when I get to look back at all of the good things in my life, I’m going to be looking at this moment in time, remembering how it feels to be loved so well by such an incredible person.

Alright, that’s enough gushing for today.

Last thing. Jay? I love you.

@siriussly-serious

@siriussly-serious

I don’t know if Jay ever gets on Tumblr anymore. I follow them on Facebook and gush from afar. But after my mental breakdown, I didn’t really speak to anyone. Meaning I haven’t spoken to Jay in… almost a year?

Shit, that’s really sad.

I still love them. They’re doing so well and having so much fun! I always smile whenever I see their face. I can’t believe that such a beautiful and lovely person even exists still.

Also, Jay?

Uh, I’m probably moving to England next summer…. just as like… a heads up 😂😘

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maraudersandlily20·12 days agoText

Okay, I’m gonna reiterate this because I know young people follow me and it’s super important:

If you are playing Among Us, as I’m sure a majority of you are, do not (let me say it in caps) DO NOT give out your personal information. Any of it. Don’t tell people where you’re from, don’t give out your Snapchat. Don’t add people on Instagram, Facebook, or tumblr. Just DON’T!

I know this game is fun, I too have been playing it nonstop. And I watched first hand how someone pretending to be a younger boy tried to weasel out a girl’s Snapchat. She was 13. She wanted to give out her Snapchat. I told everyone in the chat not to give out personal information, and this guy said that everyone gets to make their own choices so she can do what she wants. We ended up voting him off first round because all of us felt uncomfortable with him there.

This is a COMMON OCCURENCE. I don’t understand the appeal of having stranger’s Snapchat’s. But I know it’s kind of the cool thing to do. But I’m telling you right now; letting people have access to your personal information is super fucking dangerous. Okay? Unless you’ve spoken with someone AT LENGTH, don’t share your information.

The way pedophiles and child traffickers work is through the internet. It’s not nabbing kids off the street, it’s by weaseling out information until the kid is trapped. The last thing I want for any of you is for that to be your story. Please PLEASE be careful about who you share your information with. Don’t post your Snapchat or Instagram in Among Us chats.

Just. Please. Don’t. Do. It.

Be safe and be smart.

Love y’all

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maraudersandlily20·17 days agoAnswer

Can you sing Hallelujah by Pentatonix? I love your voice

Okay, so here’s the deal. I did record me singing Hallelujah with my Uke. And, it’s fine. But the key that the chords are in is SUPER LOW. Like, to my breaking point low. I can post it, but it’s really not great. So, y’all let me know what I should do. 

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