☆temporarily ☆ Stepping Down

I was like "my autocorrect is prob wrong" and now I've just realized that soooo

oml I just realized I've been spelling "literally" wrong my whole life.

who was gonna tell me it had one T and two Ls not "litterally"

wolf "you drew stars around my scars" star

it adds to the vibe silly! 😋

someone, who can’t know about Lupin: why are you putting a whomping willow on the Hogwarts grounds? Surely you must know a bunch of teenagers will put themselves in dangerous situations to get near it?

Dumbeldore: aesthetic

my facial expression

my posture

have you ever tried this one

what position are they in wtf is happening

same nw

ok so I'm a hypocrite.

anyways-

teehee

friendship - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 145

“So did you talk to him?” Dorcas asked, sitting next to Barty on the grass. She’d been dying to hear if Barty and Evan had finally talked after their drunken kiss a few nights ago. She'd only encouraged Barty a million times to grow a spine and address it, since Evan was now avoiding him.

“Yeah,” he replied, frowning at her. “He said…he said he was nervous to ruin our friendship. That we should probably leave it alone.”

Dorcas’s heart sank, and she resisted the urge to go find Evan and give him a good slap. “Oh, Barty, I’m sorry. I-“

But then Barty broke into a giant grin. “So, of course, I told him ‘fuck the friendship’ and snogged senseless. We’re dating now.”

She let out a relieved laugh. “Good,” she grinned. “Glad it worked out and you both stopped being idiots about it.”

shes mine then

Shes a ten but shes writing poetry with a taylor swift fountain pen

ppl act like I'm blind

Im prob dying, but not blind smh

"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

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.