I Love Seeing My Mutuals In My Notes Because It Confirms They’re Not Mad At Me. Yet

Bonnie and Clyde?

No.

Rosekiller <3

‘i kin regulus black’ ‘i kin remus lupin’ have you kinsidered therapy

Remus in jegulus fics: i am something of an all knowing all powerful god who can only be compared to an omniscient narrator. the story, the plot, and every single relationship - romantic or otherwise - would fall apart without me and everyone knows it as they all come to me for input and advise and i am happy to give it

Remus in wolfstar fics: sirius is something of an all knowing all powerful god. the world starts and stops with him and i am a mere mortal hoping only to catch one glimpse of his divinity. perhaps today he will smile in my direction and also idk what is going on around me at all. sirius is the only thing i think about and also i yelled at him today for no reason :/

nagireo with "me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic" behind them but instead of "bad" it says "bipolar"

Regulus Black is a brutally honest pathological liar, in this essay I will-

reblog if you like girls and pasta

we do need hugs. so many. but try to give me one and i will attack you. no mercy for the kindhearted.

evan rosier but he’s not just a comedic plot device. evan rosier but he’s more than regulus’ friend. evan rosier but he’s not the sweet to barty’s cruel. evan rosier but he’s not the evil death eater that did everything wrong. evan rosier but he’s a teenage boy with his own issues and own struggles and he should be treated as such.

This alone should be put in the yaoi hall of fame for future historians to study

hello Saints! I'm just a little bit too medicated and I finally got the bravery to ask: toughts in percyver?

10/10 perciver is so fire…. i just think that if percy weasley had to endure 20+ years of being vaguely homophobically harassed by his overbearing family under the thinnest veil of getting labeled “prissy” and “odd” and asked when he’s bringing home a nice girl, he DESERVES to show up at a Weasley Gathering post-amicable-divorce with an unbelievably handsome and adoring professional quidditch player on his arm. it’s so canon to me.

whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision