You're About To Close On Your Very Own, Suspiciously Affordable And Comfortable House. Just Before You

PSA to everybody not sure why we're celebrating the Ides of March, let me break it down.

The Ides of March is basically a fancy name for the 15th of march, which is the date that Julius Caesar got stabbed multiple times by several members of the senate and other faculty.

Julius Caesar was an asshole. He put legislature in place that would make him a defacto king of Rome, something that had been prevented for hundreds of years due to the fact that the last time Rome had kings they were also Assholes, created TWO WHOLE NEW F*CKING MONTHS JUST FOR HIS FAMILY (August for Augustus and July for himself) which meant that all the numerical months (October, December etc) got pushed out of place. He was also responsible for the fall of the Egyptian empire because he decided he wanted to get feisty with Cleopatra

And to top it all off, he was responsible, FOR THE BURNING OF THE LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA!!!!! WHICH IF NOT FOR IT'S DESTRUCTION WOULD'VE MEANT THE CONTINUATION OF HUMAN DEVELOPMENT, AND THUS HAD HUMANKIND AT THE INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION BY THE TIME WE REACHED JESUS CHRIST(Though I'm not absolutely sure about the numbers on that one somebody fact-check me).

And he's also a big symbol of governmental corruption for the gain of already powerful figures.

sirius got a tattoo for regulus first.

his second were the antlers for james, on his hip. later, he added flowers twining round them, representing effie and monty, climbing up his side. his new family, intertwined and growing.

later, there would come the moon for remus, and the waves for peter.

but before any of that, traced in fine lines on the inside of his left wrist, he got the leo constellation. for the brother he missed so dearly, in honour of the name regulus gave himself, whispered into sirius' ear the night before he ran away. the deciding factor; regulus would be allowed to transition, to be himself, only if sirius left. the blacks needed a son. regulus would be better at it than sirius ever was.

sirius would miss him forever, regardless. but at least this way, he’d have something.

born last and died first, james potter never lived in a world without his best friends

Why am I like this? I didn't do anything I wanted to do today, but all I do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I want to be blown away by the fall wind, but all i do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I try to do things to get myself together, but all I do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I lost so much time, meant to help me, but all I do is feeling sad again.

Reblog if you think trans women:

A. Are women

B. Can be lesbians

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

The houses we walk by seem to be creatures, watching us on our stroll through the streets, staring, seeing, following us and our broken relationship.

Their glowing eyes burn on my skin, your hand burns my fingers, I want to run, run, far away, to another version of you and me.

The trees seem to have eyes, watching us on our walk underneath their canopy of leaves, staring, seeing, growing through us and our broken relationship.

Their glittering eyes freeze my bones, your hand freezes my flesh, I want to run, run far away, to another version of you and me.

It hurts, I want to, have to run, to leave, to get away from this freezing warmth, from this burning cold,

but through it all, even if it hurts, I stay with you.

james potter and regulus black - a story that was never written, yet everyone somehow feels it in their bones.

they come from different worlds, but maybe that’s exactly why their paths keep pulling toward each other. james is chaos, freedom, laughter, the sun rising over hogwarts. regulus is the shadow, the cold weight of duty, the sky right before a storm.

they were never supposed to cross paths, but if they did… it would be like a supernova. bright, brief, and bound to end in disaster.

and the more you read or write about them, the harder it gets to shake the feeling that somewhere, in some parallel universe, they actually chose each other.

I love that the internet saw people comparing women and other alienated groups of people and went, “they’re dating,” and, “they support each other.” We’re improving as a society.

I like meeting new people, i want to have new friends, new experiences, new stories, lives, opinions.

I want to be picked so badly but not in a pick me way. I'm not desperate for attention or the feeling of being loved, no.

I want them to rip me open, to see my darkest and my brightest thoughts, my worst and my best moments. I want it to hurt, me and them.

I want them to know what I wanted to be as a child, what i want to be now.

I want to be an astronaut, i want to leave this earth behind, live outside of it for long enough to forget.

I want to be one of these pretty, mysterious persons, but where you have the feeling you know them so well but nothing at all.

I want to rip them open, to know their lightest and darkest Secrets, their best and worst experiences.

I want to know what their greatest wish was as a child, what their greatest wish is now, and how they would react to achieving either of them.

I want it to be bloody and ugly, deep and painful, I want it to be short and i want them to never forget me, when, in the end, i eventually run out of interesting things to hold them to me and they leave me split open and burning.