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emofratboy · 1 year
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This is my feral era. Who cares what being an adult should mean, I’m embracing what 17 year old me wanted. I have my own money, car, and house, no one can tell me what to do. Will I regret this? Who know, but I’ll be happy right now.
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justaspeachy · 10 months
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Buffalo Wings and Ice Cream Sandwiches...the breakfast of champions.
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destiny-islanders · 4 months
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world (destruction) tour
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ohsunnyboy · 1 year
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physics exam just knocked me flat on my face but yk what i can use this to write some great comforting fluff
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teacup-captor · 1 year
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"bItInG YoUr nAiLs iS A BaD HaBiT" WOULD YOU RATHER I BITE MY TEETH???
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weareteamrocket · 1 year
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wanna die so fucking bad it's unreal.
literally nobody gives a single fuck about us. we got locked in a room while hanging out w friends and our two boyfriends bc we were using the bathroom.
NO BODY REALIZED UNTIL THEY WERE ABOUT TO LEAVE
we had a cat for company but for fucks sake they didn't once pause what they were doing to come look for us >:(
and recently their friends keep taking them to hang out (which is fine!!) but we're always left out of the loop. no one wants to fuckin handle a disabled autistic adult. not to mention this one dickhead we hang out w, bc our boyfriend likes his company, is ableist and keeps telling me to get a job, even threatened to fight us abt it. FUCK OFF YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT🖕🖕
god we absolutely hate people. we have a mental pack of sorts, if you're chill you're part of our pack. if we hate you you're a "person".
we're just so fuckin tired of stupid ignorant people, and not feeling like we're being cared for, even tho we bring it up.
just. I don't wanna be here. but some of our headmates don't wanna go,, so.
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vechter · 2 months
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detective comics (1937) #725 // the great believers, rebecca makkai // hesitate to call, louise glück // batman: battle for the cowl (2009) #1 // titans (2008) #21 // the aftermath, caitlin conlon // superman/batman (2003) #76 // i built the walls myself, arch budzar // batman: battle for the cowl (2009) #1 // titans (2008) #15 // detective comics (1937) #874 // postcolonial love poem, natalie díaz // batman (1940) #687 // batman and robin (2009) #1 // i can tell it's aquarius season because my knuckles are splitting, caitlin conlon // superman/batman (2003) #76 // u.k. // batman and robin (2009) #2 // titans (2008) #23 // u.k. // batman (1940) #681 // coded signals, caitlin conlon // titans (2008) #15 // batman and robin (2009) #1 // against silence, frank bidart
dick + being batman
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jackie4dinner · 4 months
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Convinced all a neurodivergent person needs in life is a tumblr acc hardly anyone follows so they can freely spam about their hyperfixations without judgement
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hazy-cosmic-skies · 3 months
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hanniedream · 2 months
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bo0zey · 2 years
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we as a society moved past motor oil gerard waaayy too damn fast for my liking
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lassieposting · 1 year
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Okay but
Modern Witchers who use an app to find and pick up contracts. Like Fiverr or Uber, but for monster hunters. Witchr.
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t1oui · 1 month
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barty crouch jr. is eleven the first time evan rosier takes his breath away.
he's a second year in barty's house, with warm brown skin and blonde hair and amber eyes that flash gold in the sunlight. he knows regulus. one of barty's dormmates, somehow, and he smiles at barty like he wants to know him, too.
barty is thirteen when he finally figures out what the butterflies in his stomach mean.
they're sitting down at the lake, barty on the grass, soaking up the sun. pandora sits on a blanket next to him, her half of it in the sun, the other half underneath regulus in the shade of a tree. dora's busied herself with making flower crowns, and evan and dorcas are swinging at each other and laughing, both ankle deep in the water of the black lake. evan reaches up to kick water at her, and the silver of his anklet - a thin chain with a silver daisy charm hanging off of it - catches the light.
dorcas ducks away and shoves evan square in the chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps before he finally lands hard on the grass next to barty. it must've hurt, even in the soft green, but instead of wincing, he just turns to barty and grins.
oh, barty thinks. it's so obvious, he thinks.
barty is a fourth year the first time he kisses evan rosier.
it's the first christmas he doesn't go home for. he spends long hours knocking about the castle, staying out past both the regular curfew and the one made later for the break.
"can't sleep, crouch?" evan had asked him, making him jump, polished prefect badge - no doubt pandora's handiwork - sparkling from his collar. and suddenly there was mistletoe and the chance to finally make his fantasies a reality. there was the taste of evan's lips (vanilla) and the smell of his shampoo (cucumber) and the feeling of his arms around barty's waist (intoxicating).
even on that dreary, cold evening, there was hope.
barty is a sixth year when regulus begins going out with james potter.
they're on the train, barty halfway out the window, evan's arms tight around his middle in the fear of him falling, and barty hoots with laughter when regulus jumps into potter's arms. potter's a seventh year like evan. head boy, a gryffindor, and one of pandora's best friends, for some reason.
"leave them be, barty," evan snorts, pulling him back through the window. barty watches him, opening his mouth to speak, only to be swiftly cut off by his boyfriend adding, "we can be as dramatic as we like, but i'm not risking missing this train just so we can kiss in front of it."
barty groans in protest, but by that point regulus has arrived at the door to their compartment with a sheepish-looking james potter in tow, so he decides to annoy them instead.
barty is seventeen the first time he comes to hogwarts without evan, and it makes him feel empty.
he's still got regulus and dorcas, of course, but there's a gaping hole in the group now that the twins have graduated. regulus is quiet without james to bring him out of his shell. dorcas doesn't cheer as hard during quidditch games - ones without regulus in them, of course - without marlene mckinnon there to cheer on. and barty? barty isn't himself without ev there to easy his anxieties.
night after night, barty and regulus curl up in the same bed for nights of bad rest. it gets easier, over time. letters pile up. floo calls happen weekly. and while regulus and dorcas struggle, barty thinks about the future. the one decided by him, and not anyone else.
two days after his eighteenth birthday, barty steps off the hogwarts express for the last time.
regulus and dorcas don't hesitate to sprint past him towards james and marlene, who wait with evan futher down the platform. barty, though, hesitates. gives himself a moment to take a deep breath, smile at evan, and start running.
evan envelopes him in a hug, his arms a reassuring weight around barty.
"you must be tired," he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. "eight newts, barty. you're insane."
barty grins into evan's chest. "i missed you too, rosie," he mumbles. he lets out a content sigh he didn't realize he was holding in, and evan hums.
"welcome home, love," he says. "our home."
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barty is like a guy in 17th century. the second regulus reveals just the tinest bit of skin barty goes feral
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wulanvansunshine · 30 days
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Rosekiller though <3
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