Do You Guys Ever Think That Effie Would Lay In Bed Just Wondering If She Just Shifted Her Hand A Bit

pleaaaase tell me I'm not the only one who's too scared to join smth if I'm not invited

It’s this time of the year again!

help the divorce rate of my socks are skyrocketing

I screamed/gasped after reading this

prompt: hate + grin | february 2nd + 9th | mature but not overly explicit | word count: 46 | @rosekillermicrofic

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"I hate you."

Evan groans, breath whooshing past his ear.

"Uh-huh," Barty says, fingers clenching around the sink. He meets Evan's eyes in the mirror with a wild grin. "Hate me a little harder, will you?"

Evan rolls his eyes but tightens his grip on Barty's hips, earning a moan.

I live for it <33

The fact that Marauders fans took what was a completely straight story and ripped it out of She Who Shall not be named hands and dunked it in a rainbow is so funny to me ❤️

lowkey me too, james

I strive for a friendship like this

Girl shit pt. 2

personally, smth related to the sun or his animagi

hello this is TOTALLY not connected to my tumblr rp AT ALL (lying)

but…if you were to have a james rp account what would you have his user as? (totally not asking so i can steal it)

ok bubye

tbh canon bitches could never we have better fanfics

"Fanon is better than canon!" I scream as I'm dragged back into the asylum

I cackled after reading this

firework - february 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 362

"Oh fuck," Regulus mumbled, half-jogging toward his dorm room, his heart beating rapidly in his throat as he tried not to melt with embarrassment and terror. "Oh fuck." He slammed the door open, relieved to see that Dorcas and Pandora were there along with Evan and Barty. "Oh FUCK," he yelled, diving onto his bed and slamming his face into his pillow.

"Good day?" Pandora asked lightly from somewhere to his left, making him roll his eyes.

"I kissed James Potter," he answered, deciding to just bite the bullet.

The answering silence spoke volumes. After a few seconds, he raised his head to meet the shocked gazes of each of his friends before looking to Dorcas, who seemed almost ready to laugh.

"I kissed James Potter," he repeated, trying to digested the truth of the words. It still felt like a dream.

"Well shit," Barty mumbled, his voice low and impressed. "That's..."

"Are you okay? How did he react?" Pandora asked, seeming to have enough sense to think of the important questions. "How was it?"

But Regulus's mind was hazy. All he could think of was James's lips on his. The Gryffindor's hands moving to grab his waist, his own hands moving to tangle in James's hair. The way his heart had leapt with joy and want as James had pulled him even closer, as their tongues had tangled together, the heat of their skin and the warmth of their breath intermingling, both of them groaning with the contact.

He'd thought that his greatest fear was that James wouldn't want him. But after he'd melted into the older boy's embrace, after they'd both pulled back to breathe, after they'd pressed little kisses up each other's necks and James had murmured words into his ear that had made him whine...after they'd both said goodbye and waved to each other like love-struck idiots...he'd figured out there was something scarier than that: That James did want him, and that Regulus would fall head over heels.

He just wasn't sure how much he actually cared to stop himself from falling.

"It was like fireworks," he mumbled, touching his lips with his fingertips and smiling a bit.