AGHHH, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! π³οΈβππ³οΈββ§οΈβ€οΈπ π₯°
if tumblr had a wrapped:
you posted about the same gay ship 62763929 times (please shut the fuck up)
Jamie is Regulus's thing. Everyone knows that nickname is off limits, including James. So when someone calls James "Jamie" everyone gets quite and waits for all hell to break loose.
no thoughts just James leaning back in his chair while staring at regulus and then toppling over when reg glances at him
pleaseeeeee, listen to my Spotify playlist, it's so chaotic and amazing, it needs to be shared (it's atrociously long btw)
pov: one, two Grammarly is coming for you
You hear Grammarly in the distance, their long nails scraping across the walls of the hall. You're trying hard not to hyperventilate. Hand flies over your mouth in horror when your childhood lamp falls, then shatters. The lamp was made by your late-great grandmother in 1939. She was a film writer with a side hobby of making pottery. You look at the ceiling, Sorry, Grandma, you inwardly apologize to yourself, and everyone you've ever wronged too. This is what it feels like when your life flashes before your eyes. The scraping stops, you inhale sharply. This is it, this is how I die, is the only thing you find yourself thinking. A soft knock follows shortly after the scraping stops, You imagine their tall pale head snapping towards your door, fingers clawing at it. Surprisingly there is no clawing, just a gentle knock. You check to make sure the door is locked, firmly. You whip out your phone, then put it away again. No use in calling the police now, it's already over for you. You know your family is next. A soft hum can be heard from outside your bedroom, then a loud slam. You peer out from your hiding place. A long, white hand with lengthy nails has broken through your door. There is a hole in the door, right above the silver handle. You retract your body back immediately, but you know it's no use. They will get you eventually. You are eternally doomed. As you expected, they sniff you out. The last thing you see is that haunting pale hand. The last thing you smell is fear. The last thing you touch is the fine brown carpet of your childhood bedroom. The last thing you taste is your bloody lip, which you damaged earlier in the frantic escape. You will never escape again. The last thing you hear is this quiet, almost angelic serenade, "Writing isn't easy. That's why Grammarly can help. This sentence is grammatically correct, but it's wordy, and hard to read. It undermines the writer's message and the word choice is bland. Grammarly's cutting edge technology helps you craft compelling, understandable writing that makes an impact on your reader. Much better. Are you ready to give it a try...?"
βyou canβt not like snape but like regulus, evan, and bartyβ
actually i can do whatever the hell i want
James: hey Reggie, could you pass me my glasses?
Regulus: no. *gives him his glasses*
James: *staring blankly at him*
Regulus: what?
James: why do you say no every time someone asks you to do something but still proceeds to do it?
Regulus:...
Regulus: no.
Please, please Iβm begging this fandom to be respectful of the actual person that died and not comment anything marauders related under his official postsβ¦ Iβm on my knees, begging.
By all means, be sad. But donβt make it worse for them.
Please.
1. historical or futuristic
2. opening or closing chapter
3. light+fluffy or dark+gritty
4. animal companion or found family
5. horror or romance
6. hard magic system or soft magic system
7. standalone or series
8. one project at a time or always juggling 2+
9. one award winner or one bestseller
10. fantasy or sci-fi
11. character description or setting description
12. first draft or final draft
13. love triangle in everything or no romance arcs
14. constant sandstorm or rainstorm