Soul Dancing in the Dark

I have two wolves inside me and they're Dorlene and Rosekiller

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

Just realised I never did an intro post so

Hi! I'm fuzzygreenmushrooms

The blog's multifandom but mostly marauders. I also like hunger games, mentalist, csi, Percy Jackson, shadowhunter chronicles and lotr

Fave authors are Fyodor Dostoevsky, Suzanne Collins, Mary Shelly, JRR Tolkien and George Orwell

Favourite artists are ABBA, queen, david bowie, taylor swift, chappel roan and girl in red (im queer if you cant tell lol)

Fucking hate jkr and transphobes, homophobes, racists are not welcome

But yeah that's basically it

[joeylynchlvr]

happy father’s day to the one and only joey lynch <33

[joseopher-deactivated20260418]

before you stab someone: THINK!

how can you make it Tender?

how can you make it Homoerotic?

how can you make it Implicitly intimate?

how can you make it Noticeably a metaphor for sex?

how can you make it Kind of gay?

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

@rosekillermicrofic

Day 16- Question

Life has uncertainties but not for Evan Rosier. A prodigal son to a prominent family meant a promising future, provided he followed the road map his father and grandfather had laid out and followed.

He'd been paraded since day one. Networking was second nature to him. Pandora had her own road map, one that she had chosen to ignore as she walked along a path she forged. Evan wasn't like Pandora, he remained clutched in his family's grasps. An act of rebellion here and there, a measley prank, a few quid down the drain but nothing scandalous. Nothing bringing shame to the lovely Rosier name. Every question he was asked, his father answered. Evan never had the privilege of thinking for himself.

"Do you want to run away with me?" Barty asked, eyes fixed at Evan dragging the cigarette away from his mouth.

"What?"

"Do you wanna run away with me" Barty repeated. Evan stared at him, face blank then gazed away. A second passed, then five, a whole minute. Silence settled around them, but it wasn't the same comfortable silence they both relished in. Barty could see the gears turn in Evan's head, he could feel Evan analysing all the pros and cons, weighing his options before making a decision.

This wasn't a part of Evan's road map. Sure, a fling with his roommate hadn't been either but it wasn't anything in the grand scheme of things, or so Evan thought. Now, he was sitting on the roof with said roommate, with whom he was hopelessly in love and wanted to spend forever with. So in that moment Evan made a choice. The first question he'd ever had the autonomy to answer, the first question dictating the rest of his life, the first ever question that wasn't a trap. After careful consideration, Evan's eyes met Barty's.

"Fuck yeah!"

10 years later, in their humble studio apartment in Prague, Evan asked the question. Barty answered. Within a week they were married.

Word count-331

___________________________________________I know I've been crazy inactive for a while now!!! 1st sem just ended, crazyyyyy shit! Im a little more adjusted now so the blog won't be dry<33

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

The louvre was robbed and I went back to my 'art heist! baby' phase cause I know the robbers are in Brazil in a house with red and green shutters!!

[meremythos]

marlene is the ‘this one’s for you’ then misses kind of guy. marlene is the lean sideways on the doorframe then topple onto the floor kind of guy. marlene is the point and laugh then fall out of her chair kind of guy. marlene is the ‘tough crowd’ after her third joke bombs kind of guy. marlene is the loudly singing somehow both off beat and tone deaf kind of guy. marlene is the drunkenly failing at doing the worm kind of guy. marlene is the getting pushed into the dance circle only to pull out the sprinkler kind of guy. marlene is the ‘hellooo ladies’ as they all quickly disperse kind of guy. where does she get the confidence? no one knows. but it is severely misplaced.

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

I JUST WATCHED MINDHUNTER S2 FINALE HOLY FUCK ISTG THIS IS MY HYPERFIXATION NOW

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

Let down by radiohead was playing as the inferi dragged regulus into the lake

[cherrylusstuff]

dorcas in these 👇🏻

[falling-stars-dont-go-far]

you didn't actually die, did you?

No

[junoflowerr]

Happy Weekend everybody, have some Marylily

[necrocto]

Bro, why does this feel like choosing a starter Pokémon?

[sable-520]

James on Reddit be like: My (18 M) ex boyfriend (17 M) came back to me as a water zombie type thing, should I take him back? Is this even legal? I mean I still love him but this is kinda freaking me out 😬 send help im so lost (also for context he’s also my best friends little brother)

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

Just found out my dorm is a four people dorm✌️✌️ so yayy marauders

(I'm so scared that they won't be chill)

[deswhomst]

“i asked chat gpt” well i asked regulus black and he told me to kill myself

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

I asked reggie too but he told me to delete instagram and lock in

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

Desperate- @rosekillermicrofic

[Tw: homophobia, disowning and the Crouch parents being shitty in general]

The wands wooshed. Regulus's quill scratched ink onto the paper. The sand in the hourglass fell. The staircases rejoined with a "thump". Evan's fingers drummed on the table. The floor boards creaked. The professor rambled on. The clock ticked.

Barty couldn't focus. Every sound irked him more. He pressed his index fingers to his temples, hoping the pressure would relieve the headache he felt coming on. Momentarily it did. There was a deafening silence.

"You fucking waste of space." His father's voice played in his mind. "Associating yourself with the Rosiers?" His mother mocked.

"Your father and I have done so much for you! Why are you doing this to us?! We've given you everything youve ever wanted!" He could see his mother sob on the sofa, Evan's letter lay crumpled on her lap.

"How desperate can you be to seek love from a boy?! You are no son of ours!" His father jabbed an accusatory finger at him.

He didn't expect his parents to find the letter. He couldn't speak. He couldn't fight for himself. He stood there in front of his parents with tears streaming down his face. He couldn't even move as his parents set fire to the letter. He shut down.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes when he felt a hand on his knee. He turned to see Evan with a soft smile on his face. Running away that night was worth it. Anything for Evan was worth it.

[perfectlydreamysunflower]

Trump is that one bua who shows up uninvited, reignites every old feud, pits cousins against each other, eats the last kaju katli, and then, right as the family’s about to implode, goes Chalo, mitti pao.Then she hops onto the family WhatsApp group to declare: if it weren’t for me, this family would’ve torn itself apart. I stopped the family from fighting or they would have killed it each other. Meanwhile, the rest of the country is sitting there like the chachi muttering under her breath and cleaning up the broken metaphorical tea cups.

[boopboopbeepbeepboo]

Eating the last kaju katli is a declaration of war