you’ll never fuckingn guess what i’m fixated on.
anyways red medimedes i call him redimedes bc i’m uncreative
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I'm not queerbaiting but I have been known to finnbait. (Finnish people see my username across websites and think I'm one of them, write to me in finnish then learn I'm actually hungarian who just read the Kalevala.)
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imagine that there was no BWL and Harry grew up in an orphanage and Voldemort discovers him doing dark magic in one of the empty Hogwarts classrooms because he wants his crush to like him back and Voldemort is so impressed by his ability of doing dark magic so he decides to mentor him in the arts to mold him into the perfect image of himself and overtime as they learn and grow together they begin to have feelings but are unsure of committing but then Voldemort decides to ask Harry out after a battle and he has flowers back in his office but during the battle somebody stabs Harry in the back and he dies and Voldemort regrets never confessing his love for him sooner
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that one snow white play from 1913 except it's andreil
NEIL: The king?
ANDREW: The king has commanded me to kill you... here in this forest.
NEIL: [Looking down at him in wonder.] Kill me? I don't understand... Oh, you're joking! Such a silly joke. Look at me, Andrew. No, look at me! [Slowly Andrew raises his head. Neil reads the truth in his face and sobers.] Oh, it is true then... it is true. But you won't, will you? See, Andrew, I don't run away. I come right to you. I creep into your arms. You won't hurt me, will you?
ANDREW: Oh, dear, if it were my life alone that were at stake I would suffer any torture rather than harm a hair of your beloved head. But the king...
NEIL: ...The king will kill you, unless...?
ANDREW: Not me, Prince, but my brother. He has him in his tower.
NEIL: Oh, Andrew! [Then after a little pause, he goes on softly.] I know your brother. I know his golden eyes and fair hair, just like yours. I've dined with him, I joked. He would do it, too. [He thinks a moment; then with sudden resolution, goes on.] Kiss me goodbye, Andrew. I couldn't live and think of your brother and witness your despair. See, I'm not crying- I'm not even very frightened. I'll turn away and shut my eyes. Just please, be quick, dear.
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I’m sorry PJO-ers, I do not ship annabeth and percy and I also don’t ship Jason and piper. HOWEVER Annabeth and Piper and Jason and Percy? Yuh. I’m sorry to those who have percabeth-ed to me.
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You ever catch a normcore conservative traditional family values type person frothing at the mouth at something benign but like. So obviously personally affected by whatever xyz thing *is* that you just. Know. That they'd be so much healthier if they just handled their repressed fetish like an adult
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Halsin worked hard to make the puff dough by hand so he could bake the most delicious apple pie with a dash of cinnamon.
Would you like some?
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